Welcome to my 3rd, yet brand new, fanfic! This is a slight departure from my first two, writing style wise. This story has been rattling around in my head since Cat's last scene and I've finally decided to post it. Any grammar mistakes and/or typos sorry, deal with it. I will fix what I can when I catch it. ;-)
This was only supposed to be a one shot, but my coworker didn't think I could leave people hanging so there will be more. I hope that you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or any of its characters.
Chapter 1
It's been a few weeks since Cat decided to take a leave of absence from CatCo and I've been thinking about her ever since. I really miss just talking with her, you know? It was so nice being able to go into her office and having her know when something was wrong with me and just, well, being her and giving me advice. So much has been going on in my world that I could really use some of her expert advice and just, well, her company.
** At the DEO. **
"Kara, why don't you just go over to her place and see her? I'm sure she won't mind. She liked you. I mean, not liked you, liked you, but tolerated you. You know what I mean."
I squint at Winn.
"Yes, Winn, I know what you meant. I just can't waltz over to her penthouse for no real reason. I've never done that before. It would be awkward."
He smiles.
"Aw come on. I'm sure she'd love to see her favorite former assistant. You know, I bet she has your first article framed and hanging in her living room."
I throw a wad of paper at him.
"She does not. Wait, do you think...wait...no. Why would she? Oh, get out of my head."
He laughs.
"Just go. You won't be happy until you do."
"She won't be happy until she does what?"
I flinch.
"Nothing."
"She wants to go see Miss Grant but she scared."
"I am not scared, Winn. Shut it."
Alex starts laughing.
"Oh yeah, she's scared. Well, maybe more like nervous. Sound better?"
I throw a wad of paper at her but she expertly blocks it.
"No, not nervous. Well, maybe. Okay, yeah. I can't just show up at her door. What would I say?"
Alex deadpans.
"Uh, try Hello."
I make my eyes glow.
"Hey, hey, I'm teasing you. Stop the glowing eyes thing."
I giggle.
"Sorry. Seriously, though, could I just go over to her place? What would she think?"
Alex smiles.
"She would think you were being your usual Sunny Danvers self."
"I think she'll hate it."
"Hey, hey! We're trying to encourage her here, not give her more anxiety, J'onn. Show her some support."
He rolls his eyes.
"Ah...Miss Grant used to roll her eyes at me like that."
"Oh good Lord, Kara. You're hopeless. Go!"
"Huh? Well, do I bring something and if so, what? Ooh, her favorite latte? Yeah, I could bring her that. She'd like that, right?"
Alex snorts.
"Oh yeah, sure. Bring her something she can make herself. No. Bring her some wine or better yet, bourbon. You know, pretend you're a grown-up."
I blush.
"Oh, I-I couldn't."
"Oh yes, you could."
"I-I'll think about it."
"She'll think about what?"
"Oh goodie, another party to weigh in. Kara wants to go visit Miss Grant but is afraid. Yea or Nay?"
James laughs.
"Is she still moaning about that? Gosh, just go visit her already, Kara. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you, Carter, too."
"Ooh, I almost forgot about Carter. Do I bring him something as well?"
They all throw something at me.
"You, little sis, are HOPELESS!"
** A few days later, outside Cat Grant's penthouse. Kara has been pacing for almost an hour trying to convince herself to go inside to see Cat when her phone rings. **
"You're going to wear a rut in the pavement, darling."
"Um, e-excuse me?"
"Pacing. You're going to wear a rut in front of my building. Now, are you going to come upstairs or am I going to have to come down there and drag you up here myself?"
"Oh no. No, you won't have to do that. Um, I'll be right up, Miss Grant."
"Good. Chop, chop!"
When the elevator dings, the doors open to reveal a barefoot Cat Grant in sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt tapping a wooden spoon in her hand, with a touch of flour on her face.
"H-Hi, Miss Grant. How are you?"
Before she can answer, a buzzer goes off causing her to quickly turn around and walk towards her kitchen waving me to follow.
"How did you know I was downstairs?"
"The doorman called me. He said there was this beautiful young blonde woman mumbling to herself and pacing outside. He was able to make out my name from the mumbles and gave me call. I just figured it had to be you."
I open my mouth but can only squeak.
"Honestly, Keira. Is that your response? Here, hold this."
I absentmindedly take the beautiful tray she hands me as she starts gently placing freshly baked cookies right out of the oven onto it.
"Oh my RaoWow. These look and smell amazing Miss Grant. I never realized you baked."
She smirks, rolling her eyes.
"But of course I do. Baking is just one of my many hidden talents. And please, call me Cat. I'm not your boss anymore."
"Sure, sure. Cat. Sorry. So, um, how has you're leave of absence been?"
She smiles.
"Well. It's been going well. Is that why you're here? To see if I'm pulling my hair out from boredom yet?"
I nervously shake my head.
"No, not at all. You seemed so excited that I knew you wouldn't be bored. No, I just, uh, wanted to see how you were, you know, check in?"
She smirks.
"Ah. That's kind of you to check on me. Although, I wasn't aware I was in need of checking in on."
I start blushing.
"What? Oh, gosh no. You don't need checking in on, Mis- C-Cat. You're not old. Pshsaw."
She laughs.
"Gee, thanks."
"No, no I meant..."
"I'm messing with you, Kara. I'm actually surprised it took you this long to come by."
I sit on the stool conveniently located near me.
"Y-You are? Why didn't you call?"
"Now where would the fun have been in that? Oh hey, I saw you got your first article published in the Trib. Congrats."
"Thanks. Winn said you'd probably have it framed in your living room. Y-You don't, do you?"
She chuckles.
"No, I don't. I bet you do, though."
I shake my head.
"It's on my fridge. Eliza has her copy framed, though, I think."
She nods.
"Close enough."
"Oh, how's Carter enjoying you being home? I bet he's loving it, right?"
"Oh, he loved it for the first few days but now I think that love has faded. I feel he thinks I may, how shall I put this, hover?"
I muffle a laugh.
"You, hover? Never."
She glares at me.
"Funny. Anyway, it's getting to the point that he hides in his room as much as he can now. I figure it's either because of me or because he's basically a teenager and is starting to build his cocoon. I thought the cookies would help bribe him into hanging out here a little longer with me when he got home before he goes into hibernation."
I chuckle.
"You'd never have to bribe me to hang out with you, Cat."
She stares.
"I-I mean, not that I would want to hang out with you when I came home, not that I live here, cause I don't, because that would be really w-weird, right, but the cookies are a nice touch to keep people around."
She keeps staring at me.
"Are you finished?"
I nod sheepishly.
"Good."
"Oh, I forgot. I have something for you. I was taught to always bring something when visiting someone. I-I hope this is okay."
I hand her a nice bottle of wine.
"I remember you mentioned that you liked it once. I hope you still do."
She takes it and gives me a genuine smile.
"Kara, you didn't have to bring anything and yes, I do still like this wine. I also know how expensive it is, so either you hit the lottery or you blew your first bonus on it. You really didn't need to do that for me, but thank you."
I look to the floor as she puts the wine in her fancy wine fridge.
"I-I just wanted to get you something special, that's all. And don't worry, I didn't blow all of my bonus on it. My sister helped me buy it and I did not just say that out loud."
She laughs.
"Well then thank your sister, too. So, when are you going to tell me the real reason that you're here?"
I quickly stand up and begin pacing as I had been outside.
"What makes you think something's wrong? Psssh, nothing's wrong, Cat. Can't I just stop by for a friendly visit?"
She puts her hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Yes, you always welcome to stop by anytime for a friendly visit but alas, you forgot about my super power and right now darling, my Spidey senses are a-tingling."
"S-Spidey senses?"
She scoffs.
"Spidey senses, Mighty Mouse senses, whatever. You know what I mean."
I giggle.
"Yes, yes I do, and you're right. I do have something on my mind."
She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.
"See, Captain Caveman. Now, care to share or am I going to have to take the cookies away."
I stop chewing and look to the floor again.
"Sorwy. They'we weally goof."
"Uh huh. And they were supposed to be for my son."
"Um, oops?"
She just shakes her head and starts gathering up the ingredients again.
"May I help? It's the least I can do since I just gobbled up this batch."
She nods and hands me the wooden spoon.
"Thanks. Um, well, where shall I start?"
"At the beginning always works."
My turn to roll my eyes.
"Fine, smarty pants. Well, despite Snapper being an ass, he is fair. I still don't have a chair yet, but he does listen...when he wants to. James is doing well in your absence, not that I didn't think he would, or you didn't think he would or you wouldn't have left him in charge. Though, no one can truly replace you, Mis-Cat."
She hums.
"Surely you didn't come here to just give me an update on CatCo. What else is eating at you?"
I blush.
"Oh, I thought you'd just like to know about that first. Other stuff, other stuff...um, my sister made a new friend. She's an NCPD Detective. Very nice. Gay. I-I mean, Maggie, her name, not gay. She is gay, though. Not that there's anything wrong with that, because there isn't. M-My sister, Alex, has been hanging out with her a lot lately. She said she's been trying to cheer her up since her girlfriend, the detective's girlfriend that is, dumped her. Personally, I think it's because Alex likes Maggie, like, likes her, likes her, you know, and that's why she's hanging out with her so much but she, Alex, hasn't officially come out to me, or anyone else that I know of yet, or maybe she has come out to Maggie...not that she has to come out to me, her sister, first, because it's none of my business...but I just want her to know that I love her and support her and also that she can trust me, you know what I mean?"
Cat stares at me wide eyed.
"My God. I actually think I've missed your babbling. So, let me see if I understand this. Your sister is gay but hasn't officially come of the closet to you yet, not that you mind, but regardless is finally having a life outside of work and taking care of you. Sound about right?"
I nod like a goofball.
"Totally! You hit the nail on the head! Wow, you're good."
She laughs.
"Okay. So how does that really make you feel?"
"Whether she is or not, gay, I mean, I'm happy for her. Honest. And I've always wanted her to have a life of her own. I even made her promise me she'd go out and do everything she never got to do since I came into her life if I failed to come back from...the store during that whole Myriad thing, because we were on the phone with each other during it, even though I had all the faith in the world Supergirl was going to save us but, you know, it was kinda hard to concentrate knowing our heads were about to explode."
She squints her eyes at me with a single eyebrow raised.
"Right. Go on."
I gulp.
"Well, there was a new guy at work that I tried to help to no avail."
"New guy? Do tell."
"Well, it was his first real job and boy, to say it was a disaster is putting it politely."
"Wow, that bad eh."
"Oh yeah. He um, oh I shouldn't tell you. You'll get mad."
She glares at me.
"No you should since you said you shouldn't. What did he do?"
"He, um, well, he seduced Eve."
She doesn't bat an eye.
"Who's Eve?"
I laugh.
"Eve. Ms. Teschmacher? My replacement."
She shrugs her shoulders.
"You accused her of putting too much dressing on your salad and crying more than Halle Berry in movies?"
"Oh yes, her. He seduced her? Where? Oh don't tell me, was it the janitor's closet?"
I gag.
"Ew, no. The supply closet and why did you think the janitor's closet?"
She smirks.
"No reason. Carry on."
I shudder.
"Yeah, well..."
She giggles.
"Oh come now, does that shock you, Kara? I'm not a prude and it is my building."
I just stare at her.
"No, not at all. Um, anywho...needless to say, James didn't like that he never did his assignments, which were so easy, so he had to let him go."
"Yeah, that's why. Anything else bothering you or was that it."
"No, that was it."
She shakes her head and laughs.
"Oh Kara, if only I had your problems. Feel better now?"
I nod.
"Yes. Thank you, Cat."
The elevator dings.
"Mom?"
"In the kitchen, son."
Carter walks in and gives her a big hug before noticing me.
"Hi, Mom. Kara!"
He runs over and gives me a big hug as well, earning a chuckle from Cat.
"What are you doing here? Are you here to watch me again? Mom, is she here to watch me again? Do you want to play Settler's of Catan with us? Can she play Settler's of Catan with us, Mom? Were those cookies?"
Cat casually, and second naturedly, guides an adorably over stimulated Carter towards the stool next to me and sits him down.
"Wow. Take a breath, sweetheart. She just stopped by to say hello. Sorry to disappoint. And yes, those were cookies before someone scarfed them up. Don't worry, there's more in the oven that you'll have first crack at as soon as they're ready."
He smiles and whispers to her.
"I-Is she staying for dinner? C-Can she stay for dinner, Mom? Please?"
I panic.
"Oh, no. I should get going, really. But thanks."
Carter cocks his head to the side in confusion while Cat pretends not to notice I spoke.
"Um, what?"
"Huh? What? I didn't say anything, anything at all."
Carter starts cracking up as Cat just blinks at me.
"Here Carter, the cookies are ready. Wash your hands first!"
As Carter smiles walking over to the sink, Cat smiles and saunters over to me.
"Well, since I can never say no to my son, you are more than welcome to stay for dinner, that is if you don't have other plans."
I feel my face flush.
"Oh, is that what he asked you because I-I totally didn't hear him ask you."
She rolls her eyes and smirks.
"You know you do this thing with your nose when you lie, right?"
"Whaat? N-No. Nuh huh."
"You totally do, Kara. It kinda scru-."
"Carter!"
He jumps.
"Y-You started it, Mom."
Cat lovingly glares at him.
"Why don't you take a cookie, or three, and go do your homework before dinner, young man."
He blushes.
"Okay, but I-I don't have any homework. I did it at school. I got bored."
She starts waving her hands about.
"Then go pretend to have some but just do so in the other room, please."
He grabs some cookies, kisses her on the cheek, and then heads to the other room laughing.
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay, Cat. I've been told that before."
"Yes, but probably not by A BRATTY PRETEEN that I love with all my heart and soul."
She yells the middle part so Carter can hear her causing him to giggle more.
"Are you sure about wanting me to stay for dinner, Cat? I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing, dear, if you're invited."
I blush again and look towards the floor.
"Thanks, Mis-Cat. At least let me go out and get desert or something to contribute."
She mock scoffs while brushing a stray hair out of my face and straightening my unruly collar.
"Next time, Kara. Next time."
