Author's Note: First off, let me just say... Ohmygoodness! Such an overwhelming response to the first chapter. You all have been Amazing! Made me want to give you another one =) So, here it is! Hope you like it.

In Time and Space

Chapter Two

Changes

9 Months Later

All I saw was darkness. Total darkness. Everything black. I heard unfamiliar voices that were unknown to me. They didn't really make much sense.

"What are you doing?"

"He likes this song."

"How could you possibly know that?"

Unfamiliar faces started to swarm in my vision now, but they were still blurry. A girl with wavy auburn hair and a boy with black.

The voices were still talking.

"I checked his Facebook page. I mean, he can hear everything, right?"

"Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate."

"Can't read my - Can't read my Poker Face.."

That does it. My vision was becoming better, but panic struck in. Who were those people? Where am I? I needed to get out of here. I sat up way too fast and gasped.

"Oh my God." Exclaimed the boy, totally startled and taken by surprise.

"Where am I?" I had to ask. But my throat felt really dry.

"He's up," says the female.

"Dr. Wells, get down to the Cortex, like, right now." The boy spoke into some kind of microphone. Who was Dr. Wells?

"BP 170 over 110, pulse: 120, Pupils equally reactive to light." The female shines a penlight in my eyes. The lights were almost too blinding; I wanted to throw up. "Look at me, look at me."

I wanted to pull these wires off me and waste no time in getting to it.

"Whoa, whoa. Relax," The boy calms, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Everything's okay, man. You're at S.T.A.R. Labs."

I felt a little woozy, but I was able to stand on my two feet. "S.T.A.R. Labs? Who are you?"

The boy smiles at me. I could tell he was friendly right away. "I'm Cisco Ramon," he introduces then his brown eyes turn to his female colleague, "She's Caitlin - Dr. Snow.

This Dr. Snow lady seemed really weird at first. She held up a plastic bottle in my face and demanded, "I need you to urinate in this."

The boy called Cisco took it from her. "Not this second."

This doesn't make any sense at all. Why was I here? I brush past the the two and demanded, "What is happening? What's going on?" I eyed them for answers.

Cisco answers, "You were in a plane crash and got struck by lightning, dude. It's ever a miracle that you're still alive."

"What?" I questioned bewilderingly, my eyes roaming from Cisco to Caitlin. I then spun around on the spot. There was a television there that reflected my reflection. I was in shock. "Lightning… gave me abs?"

"Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they're in a chronic state of cellular regeneration," explains Caitlin coming over to me and placing her cold hands up my chest.

A girl feeling up my chest? Normally I wouldn't complain. I was just feeling really weirded out right about now. Cisco then placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to a chair, "Come here. Have a seat. You were in a coma."

Like it couldn't get any more worse than it already was. But I was wary. "For how long?" I had to ask.

"Nine months," answers another unfamiliar voice. I turn my head to the source to find a guy sitting in a wheelchair by the doorway, "Welcome back, Mr. Allen. We have a lot to discuss."

What a minute… I did know this person. It was Dr. Harrison Wells. Sometime later, I actually found myself walking down the hallway with him - Well, him rolling along in his wheelchair. Cisco had found me a S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt I could wear and thank goodness he did, I was beginning to grow cold from being shirtless. "It's hard to believe I'm here. I always wanted to meet you face to face." I told Dr. Wells. I was still in awe.

"Yeah? Well you certainly went to great lengths to do it. S.T.A.R. Labs has not been operational since the DEO categorized us as a Class 4 hazardous location. Seventeen people died that night, many more were injured…" Dr. Wells explained. "Myself amongst them."

"Geez. What happened?" I had to ask.

"Nine months ago, the particle accelerator went online exactly as planned. For fortyfive minutes, I had achieved my life's dream. And then…" Dr. Wells hesitates for a bit before continuing, "Then there was an anomaly. The electron volts became unmeasurable, the ring under us popped. Energy from that detonation was thrown into the sky and that, in turn, seeded a storm cloud-"

"That created a lightening bolt that crashed the airplane and struck me." I finished for him. Bits and pieces of memory started to return to me now.

"That's right. I was recovering myself… when I heard about you. The hospital was undergoing unexplainable power outages every time you were going into cardiac arrest, which was actually a misdiagnosis because, you see, you weren't flatlining, Barry. Your heartrate was moving too fast for the EKG to register it." Dr. Wells explains, "Now, I'm not the most popular person in town these days. But Detective West and his daughter gave me permission to bring you here where we were able to stabilize you, here… in S.T.A.R. Labs. You've had quite a few visitors pop in from time to time, wondering about your wellbeing. The most unforgettable visit... even Supergirl managed to find time to come see you, although I don't quite get your relation connection with her."

Whoa. Overload. "Supergirl?" I was so confused. I knew no Supergirl.

"Nine months ago, ever since the plane crash, there's been a girl flying around in the sky in a red cape," Cisco explains with a grin. "They say that she even has the same powers and abilities as the man from Metropolis." Then, more to himself, Cisco asks, "Why capes?" and shakes his head.

"She was the one who brought, more like flew, you to the Hospital. She is also the one that saved the plane, and passengers on board, from meeting a disastrous crash. You'll need to thank her one day," Caitlin informs him, walking over to the group and handing a tin mug.

That's right. I remembered seeing a girl, who looked strangely like Kara, outside the window of my plane before the lightning struck. "I need to go," I said suddenly, moving toward the doorway.

"You can't," Caitlin disagrees.

And Dr. Wells agrees with her. "Nope, no, Caitlin's right. Now that you're awake, we need to run more tests. You're still going through changes. There's so much that we don't know."

"I'm fine," I tell them. To be honest, I actually was feeling fine at that moment. "Really. I feel normal. Thank you for saving my life." I walked out into the passageway and then doubled back. "Can I keep the sweatshirt?"

Dr. Wells agrees, "Yeah. Keep the sweatshirt."

"Okay. Thanks," I repeated again before taking my leave of the building.

Sometime a bit later, I found myself walking into CatCo. Kara. Kara. Kara. Kara was only on my mind.

KARA, 1ST POV.

I couldn't believe it. I'd been promoted at my job. I now sat in my white spindly chair in my own office. My own office. Could you actually believe that? There was nothing in my office except for my chair, desk, my laptop, everything else was completely empty. It definitely needed a lot of work and a new makeover. But still, it's not everyday that a hard worker gets a promotion at work.

I spun around in my chair once to let off some cheering steam, "Woooo!"

National City was free of Myraid and the people were just starting to trust Supergirl again. Things couldn't get better. They did. I received a text message on my instant messenger that had popped up on my laptop screen.

CONVERSATION WITH CLARK

Clark: My hero.

I typed back: Clark! OMG! How are you feeling?

Clark: Ooof. Is this what a hangover feels like?

I laughed out loud as I responded: You're asking the wrong girl.

Clark: Clearly you're made of much stronger stuff.

I replied with: Only just now figuring that outttttjkl;?

Oh no. The keys to my laptop became stuck to my fingers again.

I groaned as I eyed at my fingers in frustration. "Urggk."

Clark: Don't worry about it. Used to happen to me all the time. I had to get a new keyboard about once every other month until I learned to keep my strength under control. You'll get used to it, but seriously. You saved the world, Kara. I couldn't be prouder.

"I think I can help with that, but I think a little superglue will do the trick," says a voice that nearly startles me to death. Literally, it has been so long since I've heard that voice.

My head snaps up only to have my mouth fall open in surprise at the first visitor in my new office doorway. I was already so happy. Is this a dream? "BARRY!" I practically yelled with a gasp, jumping to my feet and rushing over to throw my arms around his (which were quite more muscular? When did that happen?) "Oh my God."

"Mmm… Not a God. Just Barry. Just plain ol' Barry… who happened to hear from Winn that you just been promoted and got a new office. Congratulations, you've worked hard for this." Barry acknowledges, encircling his, now muscular, arms around mine. He was quite warm. More importantly, he was breathing. I could hear his heart beating. And believe me, I have very good hearing. Barry's heart was beating fast. He's Alive. And that's all that really matters.

"Congratulating me? I should be congratulating you," I told him without really making much sense. I snorted stupidly with laughter. Like, Oh my God. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

"You know... " he beings, cupping one of my cheeks with his warm hand, "I like your - cute snort laughter. It usually means you're happy about something. But why must you congratulate me? I don't get it."

"Because, because… You're awake!" I smartly analyzed, but it was now just dawning on me that he really truly was actually awake now. I couldn't help feel a little misty eyed. "Why didn't S.T.A.R. Labs call?"

"I just woke up," he tells me in all honesty. I couldn't help it. Water escaped my blue eyes at that realization. Barry takes his thumb and gently captures and wipes away at my teardrops.

"Should you even be up on your feet?" I questioned. Oh crap. I was totally caught up in the moment. Why was I feeling like this?

"A pretty girl such like yourself shouldn't be crying," Barry retaliated, wiping away at my tears once again.

There was a rap knock on the door and it pulled open to reveal James Olsen, "Hey Kara. Do you have time to talk about that - that thing?" He paused slightly when he took sight of Barry.

TO BE CONTINUED...