It had all happened so fast.
One moment, Lena had just stopped an armed robbery, she was flying back to the DEO. She broke the sound barrier, felt a churning in her stomach.
As she began to slow, her surroundings had changed. She was sure she had just been passing between two skyscrapers, and now she was dodging thick branches from even thicker trees.
One wrong move had her smashing into a particularly large branch, and she dropped to the earth with a great thud, leaving a crater in her wake.
Everything smelled so... nice. Fresh. As though National City had never been built here.
Lena pulled herself to her feet. She could hear the footfalls of horses, men shouting, maybe a mile or so away. Until now, Lena had been certain she couldn't teleport – she had tried.
She delved into her boot, retrieving her phone. No service whatsoever, and she was running low on battery power, at a mere forty percent.
She had to find out where she was, and fast – the hooves were thrumming closer.
"It landed somewhere here!" she heard a man call. Without a second thought, Lena launched herself up into one of the trees, doing her best to disguise herself in the foliage.
She watched as two black horses approached.
One man was blond-haired, the other brown, and both were dressed in medieval, royal attire. Both had swords at their hips.
The blond man climbed down from his horse and dropped to one knee to inspect the crater Lena had left in her wake.
"Whatever it is, it's heavy," he said quietly. "Have your men search the area, it's likely injured." Lena noted he spoke with a proper English accent. "I must return to the castle, the Lady Morgana is expecting me."
Lena had to catch the gasp of breath she very nearly took.
"Of course, Prince Arthur," the other man nodded, giving a small bow as the blond climbed back onto his steed.
No.
No, absolutely not. This wasn't possible... Was it?
Lena remembered the conversation she shared with Kara just a month ago – she'd finally convinced her to tell her about the Multiverse, her trip to another dimension, and the time travelling heroes she had met there.
It was, it seems, entirely plausible that Lena had indeed travelled through time.
Her heart lurched. What of her family? What of Kara, Sabine? Eliza, Alex, Maggie... What if Lena never returned to her own time? What if she had just disappeared, and Kara never saw her again? If she did get back to her own time, what if it was at the wrong time?
Lena gulped, the royal guard below fanning out and starting to look for the creature that had fallen. Lena suddenly realised she was a little too close to them and if they merely glanced upward she could be seen.
Morgana... The real Morgana lived in this time, as did Prince Arthur, which could only mean that Merlin existed now as well. If there was anyone Lena considered trustworthy enough to help her return home, it would be Merlin.
With a rustle of leaves, Lena flew up into the sky and took off in the direction Arthur had gone, keeping a ways behind him in the sky so he wouldn't be alerted to her presence.
She finally spotted the castle in the distance, and settled herself in the treetops nearby.
Her superior eyesight allowed her to zoom and look around the kingdom, watching for Merlin. She wondered how she would know it was him.
She knew Merlin had begun life in Camelot as Arthur's servant, and so she kept her gaze on the prince, waiting for the moment wherein he would finally pair up with him.
Arthur changed in his chambers, and then headed out into the courtyard.
"Morgana," Lena heard him say, and she almost fell out of the tree with shock as she looked at the woman he was addressing.
It was Lena.
Well, it wasn't Lena, only... it was. The real Lady Morgana was the picture of medieval elegance, wearing a flowing purple gown. She and Lena were, without a doubt, indistinguishable.
Lena hadn't been paying attention to the pair's conversation, but she saw now as another man approached them.
"You're back early," he said, gaze on Arthur. "Hunt no good?"
Arthur seemed bristled by the man's presence and sudden question.
He let out a sigh as he turned to face the other man. "Some sort of beast flew through the sky, my men are tracking it down. Where were you, Merlin?"
It was him! Merlin himself, looking no older than twenty four at the very most.
Truly, Lena thought he would be older. All the images of Merlin Lena could think of involved a long white beard, an old man, and a great wisdom.
"You know Gaius, he's old, needs my help more often these days."
Lena heard the Lady Morgana laugh. It was a laugh Lena herself hadn't heard since she was merely a teenager, a laugh that had once spilled from her own lips.
"Gaius is more than capable of taking care of himself, Merlin."
She had Lena's voice, too.
Though, this was the past for Lena... So really, she had Morgana's voice, she had Morgana's looks.
The three parted ways, and Lena's gaze followed Merlin.
He entered his chambers. Gaius was clearly nowhere to be found, so Lena took the greatest risk – a combination of her speed and flight. She came to a halt just inside the door to the physician's workshop, startling Merlin in the process.
He frowned at her, and Lena held her hands up in surrender, just in case he became defensive.
"Who are you?" he asked. "What on earth are you wearing?"
Lena considered her words and actions carefully before raising one hand and pulling away her mask.
"Morgana!" he sighed in relief, then frowned and made to ask another question – but Lena shook her head.
"I'm not Morgana," she whispered, fearing someone could be listening. "Merlin... You have to trust me, you're my only hope."
He narrowed his eyebrows. "Don't be silly, of course you're Morgana – how did you get changed and get here so quickly? And why are you speaking differently? And seriously, what are you wearing?"
Lena rolled her eyes at him and stepped further into the room. "Merlin, I am not the Lady Morgana," she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "My name is Lena Luthor. It was I who flew through the sky earlier, I who Arthur was chasing in the forest. I'm speaking differently because I was raised in America. I'm dressed differently because I'm from the future," she explained with an exasperated sigh.
Merlin shook his head. "Have you been drinking?"
"Merlin," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I know you're a sorcerer. You're the only hope I have at returning home to my family."
He balked. "I'm not... I'm not a sorcerer... Pfft, why would you think that?"
Lena could barely believe that Merlin was just as poor a liar about his secret identity as Kara was.
She pursed her lips, undecided what to tell him. Finally, she settled for the truth. "Merlin, you are legendary. Literally. You are the thing of legend. You're the greatest sorcerer the world has ever, ever heard of."
"I'm no sorcerer," he repeated.
"Yes, you are, and so is Morgana. Stop being so awfully dim-witted!" She groaned, throwing her arm up and realising her phone was still in her hand.
She held it up almost triumphantly. "I can prove to you I'm from the future," she told him, unlocking the device.
"What on earth is that?"
"It's a phone. It allows me to communicate with people all over the country, all over the world, in an instant."
He laughed. "That's impossible."
Lena opened her photos, finding one of herself, Kara and Sabine in front of their home, one that Alex had taken for them.
"Look. That's me, there. That's my partner, Kara, and our child," she explained, showing him the picture. "That's our home, in National City."
She swiped a few times, finding the video she had saved, news footage of herself as a hero, saving the day.
"That's me, flying around, saving people. You have to believe me, Merlin." Lena's eyes began to brim with tears. "Merlin, please, I might never see my daughter again."
He gulped and inspected Lena closely.
She pointed excitedly at her chest. "That's more proof! I have bigger boobs, from being pregnant!"
Merlin didn't look where she was gesturing.
He was quiet for a few very long moments, he started to pace the workshop.
"Say I did believe you..." he began slowly. "What is there I can do to send you back through time? I'm just a servant to the prince, just a physician's assitant. You say I'm the stuff of legend... I'm not powerful. Not like you seem to be saying. Not like you, from the looks of things."
Lena shook her head. "I don't know how you could help me, Merlin. But you are my only hope. You and Gaius, even Morgana... you're the only ones I would trust to be able to figure this out."
Lena spent almost an hour relaying information to Merlin. Dusk had fallen, and she had now told him about her family, about everything that had happened before she'd arrived in the skies of Camelot.
When the door to the workshop opened suddenly, Lena jumped up. Gaius had entered.
He and Lena stared at each other for a few moments. He inspected her closely, eyebrows furrowed.
"My dear," he began quietly. "You are not the Lady Morgana, are you?"
Lena shook her head. "At least someone can tell," she sighed, glancing at Merlin.
Gaius took a step closer to Lena, looking into her eyes. "Why, this is incredible," he sighed. He made to reach out, to stroke her cheek, but stopped himself. He let out a breath of a laugh, and Lena smiled slightly.
"How could you tell?" She asked, tilting her head and regarding the old man curiously. If she had ever had to put a face to the Merlin she'd always thought of, this one would be it.
"Forgive me, my dear," he muttered, waving a hand in front of her torso. "Lady Morgana aged before my very eyes. You are quite clearly older than her. Morgana is in no more than her twenty-second year. You seem to be nearing thirty – and you've quite clearly born children, rather recently."
Lena raised an eyebrow at him with respect.
"I simply must ask how you came to be here, my dear."
Lena relayed the information again to Gaius. When he asked about her family, Lena took out her phone again, and pulled up the photos she had of herself, Kara and Sabine.
His face broke into a wide smile. "What is this?" he asked, taking the phone from her hand.
She sighed. "It's complicated."
"I must wonder, Lady Luthor, how we might conceal your presence until we can resolve the situation."
The door to the workshop burst open again.
"Morgana," Gaius sighed, standing up and attempting to shield Lena from Morgana's view.
She seemed to be in quite the flurry, her breathing heavy (Merlin could now see the subtle differences between her and Lena).
"Gaius, I- I had another dream," she breathed out, and Lena could practically hear the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. "I was there... and... and I was there," she whispered, coming closer to the court physician. "There were two of me. And the other me, she was, I was..."
Lena stood, now, and stepped out from behind Gaius.
Morgana stumbled backward. Her hand flew to her mouth, catching the gasp that had fallen from it.
"But... how?" Morgana asked, her tears falling. Lena couldn't help but feel her own welling up again, watching herself cry, just feet in front of her.
"It's complicated," Lena sighed, her natural accent slipping back into place after hearing her voice talking back to her in it. She held one hand out toward Morgana.
She hesitantly took hold of it, wanting to check that this strange and yet identical woman in front of her was real, that this wasn't some figment of her imagination, another stage in the dream.
"Merlin and I will leave you to talk," Gaius said gently. Merlin seemed resistant to this idea, but one look from Gaius had him slipping past Morgana and out of the room, the physician following close behind.
Lena listened for their retreating footsteps, but didn't hear any. Just as Morgana began to speak, she held up a hand to silence her and pulled open the workshop door.
Gaius and Merlin were stood right outside.
"Some privacy, please?" She instructed more than asked, raising an eyebrow.
They shuffled away, and Lena shut the door behind them.
She took a seat at the table, and gestured to the other for Morgana.
"Who are you?" she asked, almost feebly. She couldn't keep her gaze away, analyzing every detail of the woman before her.
"My name is Lena Luthor."
"Where are you from?"
Lena let the corner of her mouth tilt upwards. "The future," she stated simply.
Morgana's eyes widened. "But that's, that's impossible."
Lena splayed her hands out. "And yet, here I sit. There are a lot of impossible things, Morgana."
Morgana pondered over her next question. "How did you get here?"
Lena shrugged. "Your guess would be as good as mine. One moment I was soaring through the skies of National City... The next, I'm face first on the ground in the forest."
Morgana couldn't help the small smile. "Soaring through the skies?" Lena smiled gently, and nodded. "But how? A large bird?"
Lena laughed slightly. "No. Just me. I can fly."
Morgana swallowed thickly. "Can you do other things?"
Lena reached out, set both her hands over Morgana's on the table. "My hearing is particularly exceptional, I can hear the smallest of sounds from the greatest of distances. My sight is strong, I can see the smallest detail over miles. I'm incredibly strong, and I'm fast."
"Fast?"
Before Morgana could blink, Lena was gone. She stood, looking around the room. It was a few seconds before Lena returned, a bunch of flowers in her hand.
Morgana knew them to be very specific flowers, from a very specific place. The King's ward would travel to a small lake nearby, a place that had a waterfall. There, she would pick flowers for her father's grave.
"You just got those?" She asked quietly, taking them from Lena and dropping into her seat again. Lena nodded, and Morgana couldn't help the bright smile that found it's way onto her lips. "Is there anything else you can do?"
Lena raised one hand in the direction of a water jug the other side of the room. It lifted itself into the air, and Morgana gasped. She watched as it teetered it's way over to them, and landed gracefully between the pair of them on the table.
Morgana wiped her eyes again.
"Is this magic?" she asked quietly, almost fearful of the answer.
"Of a sort," Lena supplied, taking her hands again. "My mother is not of this earth. I got my gifts from her."
"Not of this earth? What do you mean?"
"Exactly how it sounds. My mother is a woman from the stars."
Morgana mulled this information over for a long while, toying with Lena's fingers. They felt so familiar, and yet so different. Her own were soft, they'd never truly done a hard day's work. Of course, Morgana was trained in swordsmanship, she had ridden horses, but her hands were always very well protected.
Lena's hands were slightly rougher, showing she used them daily for a myriad of tasks.
"You spoke of magic," Lena said quietly. "I know you have it."
Morgana hestitated before she looked up into the other woman's eyes. She gave an almost imperceptible nod. "How do you know that?"
"I can just tell," she lied easily. "Where I'm from," she continued, "People like us are normal. Accepted. I spend my time running a company and helping innocent civillians. Kara does, too, though she's been doing it longer than I."
"Who is Kara?" Morgana asked curiously.
Lena couldn't help the blush on her cheeks. "My girlfriend."
Morgana tilted her head, unfamiliar with the term from another woman's mouth.
"We're in a relationship," Lena supplied softly – she feared this was the only piece of information Morgana might actually struggle with. "We have a child together."
"You have a child with another woman?"
Lena nodded. "She's a woman from the stars, too. It enabled us to conceive," she smiled, picking up her phone again. It was now touching twenty-five percent, and Lena knew she would have to stop showing off her family.
She chose her favourite picture, a selfie she had taken in bed. She and Kara were grinning up at the camera, while Sabine seemed to be looking past it, smiling also.
Lena swiped to the side, landing on another photo from the same moment – a picture of her and Kara sharing a kiss over Sabine's head.
Morgana slipped the phone from Lena's grasp and stared down at the image.
She seemed far more interested in the image itself than the strange device it had been presented on.
It was strange, for Morgana, to see a face she so usually associated with herself in an image she never would have placed herself in.
"You make a beautiful couple," she finally smiled, letting out a deep breath she didn't realise she'd been holding. "How long ago did you wed?"
Lena laughed. "We're not married. Not yet, at least. Sabine's arrival was quite the surprise, and we weren't in a place to be... betrothed, at the time. Though, if I ever make it home... The first thing I'm going to do is get down on bended knee for her."
Morgana was the one who took Lena's hands, now. "I will do everything in my power to get you back to her."
Lena smiled gratefully.
"You can reside in my chambers until we find you a way out of this mess. Guinevere may have a few questions about the sudden appearance of a twin, though."
"I'm not going to make it out of here without everyone knowing me, am I?" Lena laughed.
Morgana laughed with her, shaking her head. "I only have one request."
"Anything."
"Will you take me flying?"
Lena slipped her mask back on, pulled Morgana up and out the door of the room, out into the pitch-black yard beyond. "Hold on tight, okay?"
Morgana nodded. Lena held her close, and it was probably the weirdest experience either of them had ever had.
Lena lifted up into the air, slowly getting higher and higher until Morgana was sure she could touch the stars.
"Can they see us?" She asked softly, staring down at the castle below. She clung to the cape protruding proudly from Lena's shoulders.
Lena scanned the grounds. "No, no-one is looking." She took a few slow laps around the perimiter of the castle, not wanting to climb up to her usual speed with such precious cargo.
Lena used her speed to bring them both to Morgana's chamber, letting her go so she could regain her balance.
"Would you like to hear something funny?" the CEO asked, looking around the room.
"Why not," Morgana muttered, beginning to undress for bed.
"Where I'm from, people like me use our abilities to help, but we obviously enjoy keeping our private lives private. We use costumes and names to mask our personal identities. My hero name..."
She turned, and Morgana looked at her expectantly. "My hero name is Lady Morgana."
The real Lady Morgana grinned and laughed. "Then I surely made an impression upon the world for a hero like you to borrow my name for good."
Lena didn't tell her that in legend, Morgana Pendragon had become Morgana Le Fay, an evil sorceress. "You did, you did make quite the impression," she nodded in agreement.
Morgana was now holding a night gown in Lena's direction. "You can't sleep like that, surely?"
She laughed slightly. "I'll undress, but I won't wear that." Removing her cape, she draped it over one of the dining chairs.
"You carry a sword?" Morgana asked, sitting up in bed.
Lena shrugged. "It comes in handy. Kara, her powers are a lot more... offensive than mine. She has laser vision, freeze breath... I took after my mother, and chose a blade."
"What on earth are you wearing?" Morgana laughed, pointing at Lena's lacy bra and panties.
Lena grinned too. "These are the undergarments of the future, my lady."
"You'll catch your death if you sleep like that, you're practically naked! What if someone comes in and sees?"
"If someone walks in here unnannounced, the first thing they're likely to comment on is why there's two of us, not why one of us is half nude."
Once they were both settled under the extremely heavy covers and the candles were out, Lena could feel that there was something Morgana wasn't saying. "What is it?"
Morgana took a few steadying breaths. "It's just that... nobody ever told me that it could happen."
Lena waited for her to continue instead of prompting her. "Two women, in love."
"I have an idea," Lena suggested the next morning. She'd hidden while Gwen brought breakfast in for Morgana. In the night, she had dreamed of the multiverse, she'd remembered the time travelling heroes Kara had told her about.
She picked and pushed at the food that had been presented. "Is this... Is this even cooked?"
"Do they have better food in the future?" Morgana smiled.
"I'll stick to the bread," she sighed – even with having to consume a ridiculous amount of calories a day, Lena wasn't about to eat food whose origins she couldn't personally trace. "Anyway... Is there a monument anywhere around here? Something that will remain, always, for centuries to come? Or even a precious item?"
Morgana narrowed her eyes. "Why would you need something like that?"
"If I can assure the item will never be lost, damaged, destroyed, then I can hide a message in it. It will live on throughout the future. With luck, the people who I need to find it, will, and they will come and get me."
"And without luck?"
Lena's gaze fell to the floor. "I'll never see my family again... and you'll gain an identical twin who is a few years older than you."
Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly for Lena. It had only been a week, but it felt like months since she'd landed in this place. Her phone was well and truly dead – she'd stared longingly at her pictures far too often, watching her battery die and telling herself she wouldn't look again... and then when she did, telling herself once more wouldn't hurt.
She had even cried herself to sleep one night. The room was not hers. The bed was not hers. The person lying next to her was not Kara. There was no child crying out to be cuddled.
She wondered if time was passing equally in the future. If she had been missing for a week. If Kara was looking for her, if Sabine were crying for her.
Lena spent another week in Morgana's company. They now knew pretty much everything about each other, and Lena had even begun to help Morgana use her abilities. Lena wasn't the greatest of help, she used her powers in a much different way to Morgana, but she wanted to do everything she could for this girl before she had to leave.
The time came for Morgana to make a trip to her father's grave.
"Use his grave," she suddenly said, sitting up in bed early one morning.
"What?"
"My father's tombstone, it'll be preserved for at least a hundred years!"
Lena winced a little. "I'm from a little bit more than a hundred years away, though. Try around two thousand."
Morgana frowned. "It's worth a shot, though, right?"
Lena had to agree. The yearning for her home was starting to eat away inside her – but she had finally given in to eating real food, so at least hunger wasn't eating her away too.
Morgana gave Lena the bearings for her father's tomb, and she flew there in the dead of night.
If it worked, she didn't want to leave without saying a proper goodbye, so she remained there, resting up in the trees nearby.
Morgana arrived at around nine in the morning. Lena watched as she dismissed her men.
She allowed her some time alone at her father's grave before floating swiftly over.
Lena lay her hand on Morgana's shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I'll be desecrating his final resting place..."
Morgana looked up at her with a soft smile. "My father was the only one in my life who has ever felt like family. He is long gone. Your family is awaiting your safe return."
Lena nodded solemly and moved to the back of the headstone.
She started marking out her message with just her finger, strong and steady enough to carve the stone.
"It's funny," Morgana muttered, watching her write. "You feel like family, too."
In that moment, Lena finished carving the message into the back of the tombstone. There was a great commotion as an incredible silver ship dropped down dramatically from the sky, stopping just five feet from smashing into the hillside.
Morgana had clutched onto Lena's arm for dear life. Her guards came running up the hill, swords drawn, but they were halted by the vision in front of them.
One of the doors of the ship opened, and a blonde stepped out confidently.
"Lena Luthor," she drawled with a smirk. "As I live and breathe... I have heard all about you."
Lena tilted her head. "You have?"
"Oh, god, yeah, Kara would not shut up about you!"
Lena's cheeks reddened slightly – Kara's dimension hopping had occurred a while before they'd gotten together.
"Anyway, it's kind of complicated... This is a different universe to both mine and yours. We just so happened to be here in the future when we found your message. So what we have to do is travel back to the future-"
"I see what you did there,"
"-thank you. Cisco is waiting for us there, and he'll bring us all back through to my earth, where he'll then take you back to yours. Sound like fun?"
"Why couldn't this Cisco come with you and we could do this all here?"
Sara grinned, barely containing her laughter. "He says time travel makes him queasy."
Morgana had turned her gaze between each woman as they spoke, barely understanding a word that was being said.
Lena looked at her, then, with a sad smile. "I guess this is where we say goodbye."
"I suppose," the Lady nodded, and pulled Lena into a hug.
When Lena headed into the ship, she stopped at the open door. Morgana watched as she asked Sara a question, and then she came running back over.
"This isn't goodbye," she said, smiling softly. Morgana's head tilted in confusion, the same way Kara's did. "Come with me. Come back to my earth, to my future with me. We can help you weild your magic, we could do so much together."
Morgana was lost for words.
"I, Lena... I don't know. I can't just up and leave... I have friends here..."
"Do you?" Lena asked quietly. "Merlin and Gaius... they know you have magic. Merlin has magic too. They never told you, they never helped you. Arthur would despise you if he knew, he's been raised to hate magic and anyone who possesses it. Uther would have you burnt at the stake... And Gwen, Gwen loves another."
Morgana stared out sadly in the direction of Camelot.
The men had remained stood stock still, and she approached the head of her guard.
"You will tell Uther that a nefarious beast attacked us on our return journey," she muttered out. "Give yourselves a few cuts and scrapes so it looks like you fought it... You will tell Uther that I was lost to it's jaws."
"My Lady," the man stuttered, shaking his head. "I could not lie to my King."
"You will do as instructed. What do you say will happen if you tell him the truth? A great metal object came down from the sky and whisked me away? He'll have you locked up for insanity. No, you must do as I have told you."
He stared at her for a moment. "This is what you truly want, My Lady?" She nodded without hesitation. "Then I will do as commanded."
Lena turned to look at Sara. "You have an iPhone charger in that thing, right?"
The process to return Lena back to her own dimension and time frame was a long and arduous one. Morgana became very stressed throughout, overwhelmed by all the sensations and technology surrounding her.
Lena kept a firm grip on her hand, though, steadying her as she experienced it all, and it grounded Lena too.
They'd gotten Morgana some normal clothes for the time frame, and it weirded Lena out to see her dressed so casually after seeing her in so many regal gowns.
Her jewellery was secured in a little pouch, and as Cisco prepared his calculations, she rummaged around in it.
She took out a plain, white-gold band with a single small emerald embedded in it, and held it out for Lena, who frowned at it.
"You said the first thing you would do is propose to your beloved," Morgana smiled, pushing the ring into Lena's hand. "How better show your love for a woman from the stars, than with a ring from another world?"
Lena held the ring securely in her fist and nodded her thanks.
"That's so sappy it's incredible," she laughed out. "But you're right. Are you sure?" Morgana just nodded.
They landed in the yard of Kara and Lena's home, and Morgana felt like she were about to throw up (she didn't, but she did take a stumble sideways and lean against the sundial to steady herself). Lena gave Cisco a hug goodbye before he disappeared again.
And then she saw a flurry of movement out the corner of her eye.
She turned, and caught a glimpse of Kara running at her before she was thrown off-kilter by a hug.
"How long have I been gone?" Lena whispered eventually.
"Almost a week," Kara sighed, pulling her head from the crook of Lena's neck and resting their foreheads together.
She made for a kiss, but Lena pushed her back. "Kara... My end, I was gone for nearly three. And I made a promise," she whispered. Kara seemed confused, and she still hadn't noticed how the woman a few feet from them was identical to her love.
"I swore to myself that, if I ever made it home to you, the first thing I did would be to marry you," she sighed.
She fell to one knee, in the spot where she'd floated into the air not too long ago, protecting her child.
"Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El... I want you to be my wife. In all timelines, in all dimensions, on every planet that has ever existed and will ever exist. Will you-"
Lena didn't get to finish her question before Kara had joined her on her knees and pulled her into a kiss.
It seemed to last forever, which neither of them minded. When they finally parted, Lena took Kara's hand in her own and gently slipped the ring on.
"Where did you get this?" the blonde asked quietly.
"Did I not mention I brought a friend home with me?" Lena asked, skewing her lip in awkwardness.
Kara turned her gaze on the other woman, now, and jumped about four feet in the air at the sight of her.
"Kara, this is the real Lady Morgana. She's coming to live with us."