He's falling. And falling. And falling. –Man, Cisco makes dimension-hopping look easy– And falling. And falling. Forever and ever, Nate wonders if it will stop.
Blue, pink, green, orange streaks blur passed him. He remembers the first time he saw light-speed travel. It was in the theatres, a rerun of A New Hope was being broadcast. Nate grabbed some of his college buddies and plopped down on the rickety seats. He recalls Han saying something like, "punch it!" (or maybe he's implanting something Star Trek onto the scene, Nate can't tell, he's not as into sci-fi as Ray) and the stars outside the Falcon elongate into seemingly neverending streaks.
This is something like that. But way more beautiful, he muses.
And at least he isn't high this time. He's positive about that. Mostly positive. Like ninety-five percent positive that he hasn't been slipped some Lyoga-root tea in the last twenty-four hours (five percent is wondering about the opposite).
He is still falling, by the way.
But he realises he no longer sees the multicoloured streaks or the light-tunnel they made or the darkness beyond. A city spreads out before him. Skyscraper tops are already in sight. His heart lurches into his throat. Oh, god. He is going to be a steel pancake on the sidewalk any minute now. He twists to see asphalt spread out before him. Cars and pedestrians populate the streets, enjoying the sunny day. He cannot help himself; he lets out a scream. (A very manly scream. Obviously.)
A slam! It's... squishy? Not as if he landed on the pavement. But as if he landed on top of someone.
Nate comes around, the sheer terror not leaving his eyes until he can see who stands as his saviour. Or... flies?
"Holy crap! Nate?"
"Kara?" he frowns.
Supergirl's brow is pulled down, meeting his confusion perfectly with his own.
"What are you–?" she tries.
"Is this–?" Nate cannot finish. He swallows thickly, glancing around the sky-high buildings around them.
He watches in equal parts puzzlement and awe as her lips slowly turn into a smirk.
"'Figures it takes the girl of steel to catch the man of steel," she says. A smirk and a throwback. She pauses, her lips freezing in a downward position for a split-second. "Don't tell my cousin I called you that."