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Cat awoke with a deep breath, a technique she mastered in her college years to help ease stress in the body. Stretching, she right away felt unfamiliar bedding. She quickly sat up, her dizziness gone, thankfully. She took in her sights and saw that she was in a small, possibly junior bedroom on a twin sized bed. To her left was a night stand with a cup of water and a digital clock that read 7:42am on it and to her right was an old but small vanity with a chair tucked into it. The bare walls were painted dark blue. Suddenly, all the memories of the previous night ran through her head. She gave a silent thank you to who ever was listening that Carter had an extended visit with his father for a scuba expedition in the Caribbean. She sat against the head board of the bed when she heard the door open.

"You're up." A familiar voice said. Cat looked at the woman in front at the door. She was young, late twenties perhaps. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders but stopped just before her stomach. She wore black jeans with a dark blue t-shirt. Her eyes were black and her skin tanned. Was she an alien?

"It appears so." Cat said with all the snark she can muster. She wouldn't be put as weak again. If she can't fight back physically, she'll try verbally. The woman gave a small smile as she walked towards the vanity and sat on the chair there.

"Miss Grant do you know why you're here?" The woman asked in a calm voice as she placed her arms on her knees.

"Oh are you saying we didn't schedule an interview?"

The woman let out a small laugh. Cat was furious on how carefree the other woman is. Yes she (unfortunately) has the upper hand in the situation, but she's purposefully taunting her and that drives Cat mad. The other woman caught the blondes change in demeanor and stood up. She began to make her way out of the room but stopped right by the door.

"Believe me Miss Grant, if I've had the intention of hurting you, I would've done it by now." She turned to face Cat as she spoke her next words, a strong glare in her eyes. "I need to use you for a bit. The way I see it, you can either be cooperative and stay safe, or suffer consequences. Please choose the former, it would be easier for the both of us. Theres food in the kitchen, should you get hungry. I have some errands to run." And with that she proceeded to exit the room.

"Wait!" Cat called out as she sat on the edge of the bed. The woman turned around to face her with a raised eyebrow. Cat knew that this woman meant what she said. "You know my name. What is your name?" She figured it was a long shot in asking, but she still needed to try.

The brunette smiled. "Jesna". And left, leaving Cat alone.

Kara flew around National City, searching for the address on the letter. Usually she'd have Alex help her but she couldn't tell Alex this. She'd want to help get Cat back but the letter said to come alone and Alex wouldn't stand for that and Kara won't do anything to put Cat into more danger. It's about time we meet..again. Meet who again? Come as Supergirl or come as Kara, I don't care. She knows her true identity. Was it Astra?

Kara soon found that the address on the letter belongs to an abandoned factory just outside of Main Street, but breaching into its border. The factory itself was eerie. The building is run down and the metal fencing was covered in rust. Thinking about how Cat might be in there, in Rao knows what condition made Kara shudder. She had to get her out of there. Kara flew over the tall fence and made her way to the two large, broken glass doors. Once she took a step in, she used her x-ray vision to scout out any enemies. When she saw no one, she called out.

"Hello?" Kara said as she continued to walk into the building. The sun was shining through the large holes that were spread out throughout the building.

"Well, if it isn't the Supergirl." Kara heard someone say, she quickly spun around to find a woman standing a good twenty feet from her, smiling. She was in all black with a black coat that fell right above her knees. She had sunglasses covering her face, despite staying in the shadows. "Going from 'Princess' to 'Supergirl', I guess thats an improvement."

Princess? "Where is Cat?" Kara demanded. She doesn't plan on wasting anymore time.

"Did you know this used to be a toy factory?" The woman started saying as she began to walk around, avoiding the sunspots that shone. "They would make all kinds of cool toys that all the kids loved. They were forced to shut down, though. Too much lead in their products, caused many sicknesses and deaths. Its such a shame on how something that was supposed to stand for innocence, caused such harm."

"I didn't ask about that." Kara said. She balled her fists, growing impatient. "Where is she?" The other woman turned to face Kara.

"She's safe, Kara." Kara's eyes slightly widened at the use of her name. Okay, she knows who I am. "I just need your help."

"She better be safe. Who are you and where are you keeping her?" Kara said as she began to walk towards the other, fists still tightly clenched. As she was walking, the other woman smiled and took off her sunglasses and stepped into where the light shone. Kara stopped right in her tracks, familiarity hitting her.

"You look confused. It's ok, it's hard remembering a face you haven't seen in over two decades. I gave you the address of a toy factory because of the way we first met, through toys."

"I can't say you don't look familiar.." Kara said, her eyebrows scrunched together trying to know where she knows this woman from. She can't be from Krypton..

Kara saw her reach into her pocket and pull out a folded peace of paper, handing it to her. "Take it." Kara slowly reaches for the paper and takes it. When she opens it, she gasps and takes a step back. On the paper, is a detailed drawing of her, back on Krypton, playing with a princess doll she got from- oh god. She looked up at the woman before her.

"Jesna?"

Jesna smiled, "Hey Princess."

Kara stood still, shocked. Jesna was an old friend of hers. An old friend that up and left three years after they met. An old friend from Krypton, the planet that blew up, leaving no remnants. "Where did you go? How are you here?"

"I'm happy I finally have your attention. But I'd rather discuss that at a later time, I need your help Kara." Jesna said as she took a step closer to Kara. Kara reacted at the words and suddenly remembered why she was here. She grabbed Jesna by the collar and brought her close. Jesna remained stoic.

"Where. Is. Cat?" She growled out. She wasted too much time, she needed to get her back.

"She's at my place, I'm keeping her there with a friend." Jesna said, removing Kara's hands from her. Kara was stunned for a bit at the strength before she remembered that Jesna was a Kryptonian too. "You will have her back when you've helped me."

"Jesna this isn't you. What happened back then? My mom told me you went on a tour around the stars with your father. Where did you go and what happened to you?" Kara all but yelled at this point. This isn't the girl that she remembered. The Jesna she knew was one of the happiest, kindest girls she's had the pleasure of befriending.

Jesna stared back at Kara, her eyes hardening and her jaw clenching. "Fort Rozz happened to me."

Shortly after Jesna stepped out of the room, Cat stood up and walked over to the vanity and looked at the mirror, fixing her hair and straightening out her clothes. She may be held captive, but she'll still keep up her appearances. After making sure she looks as best as she can, in the given situation, she tentatively makes her way out of the junior room. She slowly walked through the narrow hallway, half expecting that blue alien, Denz was it? to appear out of no where. She reached what she presumed to be the living room and found no one. Just as a breath of relief was about to leave her, she heard a noise and a short yell coming from the room across from where she was.

Cat was startled at first but she figured she wouldn't be left alone. Denz walked out of the room with a wet towel wrapped around his his hand. He looked up and stopped in his tracks when he saw Cat. "Oh you're up." He said, squeezing the towel with the other hand. "Excuse me." He said as he walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

"Yes, clearly." Cat said as she saw him open multiple closets and retrieve small bottles. There was a sliver of fear in her, wondering what those bottles are for. She saw him unwrap his hand pour the liquid inside the bottles on his hand. He gave a slight hiss but soon pursed his lips. Did he hurt himself? From what?

Denz walked out of the bathroom with his hand wrapped in a towel. "Yes I burned myself trying to flip the omelette. I don't understand how you humans do it without getting burned. Does the oil not splash everywhere for you? Does the egg not break apart and get everywhere?" He said as he walked back into the kitchen. Cat doesn't know whether or not she should be more baffled at the fact that a blue skinned alien was cooking human food or that he was being too nonchalant about this whole hostage thing.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. "According to my boss, humans require food after they wake up." He was right about that. Cat was hungry but she'll die before she admits that to her kidnapper. She will not be made weak anymore. "Is the silence a yes?"

"No I'm not hungry and even if I was, what makes you think ill trust something from you?"

Denz looked at her from the kitchen and went to go sit on the couch that occupied nearly half the room. He motioned for her to sit down with him. Cat walked over and sat a few feet away from him. She looked into his red eyes, they show no emotion, as if they're just stickers on his face, there for decoration. She took this chance to look at his other features. His brown hair reached up to his chin and she could tell he was very muscular based on his jaw, the bit of collarbone peeking out from his brown t-shirt and the size of his arms. "I understand the position you are in right now isn't exactly pleasant." He said and remained unfazed and Cat interrupted him with a scoff. "But please understand that if my boss had any malicious intents towards you, she would've acted upon them from the moment you stepped foot inside here. Instead, she gave you her bed and her residence as a 'cage' instead of your worst imaginations."

"This is her home?" Cat asked incredulously. "Who brings a hostage to their own home?"

"She does not see you as a hostage. Just as a channel to get to her."

"Supergirl? As I said it might take a while, we've only met a couple times so I don't think she'll notice my absence quickly."

Denz looked at her in confusion. The first expression Cat has seen on him. "Are you Catherine Grant, head of CatCo. Worldwide Media?"

"Yes" Cat answered slowly, unsure where this is going.

"Is Kara Danvers your personal assistant?"

"Yes" Cat answers even slower than before, afraid to put the pieces together.

"Then should you not know by now? Who Supergirl is?" Denz asked, his confusion still prominent on his face. Cat looked at him hard, as if everything the answer to the meaning of life was written somewhere on his face. After the whole thing with her confronting Kara about her being Supergirl, and then being proved wrong, she forced any more suspicions to the back of her mind. But to hear someone else say it, to have this happen, it just brings everything up front again. She sighed and put her head in her hands.

"I knew it." She muttered. She should be happy, she was right about Kara. She should've known she had other alien friends with who knows what kind of abilities they possessed that could've helped her pull that stunt off. But theres an unsettling feeling deep in her stomach that was preventing her from feeling any kind of pride or joy in this 'new' revelation.

Denz sensed the change in mood in the other woman. He got off the couch and headed into the kitchen. When he returned, he placed a plate with what are now scrambled eggs on it, a fork, napkin and a cup of water on the coffee table next to Cat and walked into another room, leaving Cat to her thoughts.

"Fort Rozz? What do you mean Fort Rozz happened to you?!" Kara screamed out, grabbing Jesnas shoulders.

"I called you out here because I need your help Kara, not to answer mindless questions." Jesna said as she forced Karas hands off her and took a few steps back.

"So you kidnap my boss instead of giving me a call on the phone? And asking about how you managed to find yourself in one of the galaxies maxed security prisons isn't mindless." Kara gritted out.

"I had no idea you were on this planet until you came out with your powers! And then when I tried to contact you, I couldn't because I couldn't find you. You were Rao knows where out at night and I couldn't exactly walk into your day job!" Jesna screamed back. "Cat is fine, for now. Whether or not you get her back depends on how you help me."

"What do you need help with?" Kara had to force herself to stay calm. Calm enough to not attempt to thrash the other woman.

"Have you noticed that I'm avoiding the sun? Staying in the shadows?" Jesna asked.

Kara hadn't exactly noticed it, but now that it was mentioned, she could tell that Jesna deliberately avoided the sunlight that was cast throughout the broken building. "Well now that you mention it.."

"Kara I can't stay out in the sunlight for too long." Jesna said and quickly continued when she saw the shock on Karas face. "Which I know is ironic because we're Kryptonians, yes but back on Krypton I suffered an accident that changed my physiological structure. My body reacts terribly to the sun. Long story short, I met someone in Fort Rozz that said he'd know how to fix this, fix me, if we ever managed to get out."

Kara stood, shellshocked at the information. A Kryptonian that can't be out in the sun? Our major source of energy? Of life? "So you need what? My help finding him?" She stuttered out as she crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head.

"Yes, I believe you already met him though..which kind of makes things harder.."

"Who is it?" Kara asked confused. She's met many Ft. Rozz aliens, none of them were pleasant. Jesna looked at her sheepishly and started playing with hands.

"It's Non. Astras husband."