I'm trying to figure out exactly what I want here. This idea of Kara as an athlete and genius Lena makes me happy. So here we are.


On Wednesday Kara sat in her math class, already overwhelmed. There was no reason math should be a requirement to graduate. She didn't deserve this. Kara leaned over towards Lena, "Alright, I have a proposition."

"What could that possibly be, Supergirl?"

Kara rolled her eyes. Lena was not going to let her live that down. "You tutor me in math."

Lena finally looked up from her notebook to look at Kara. "Oh? A proposition usually requires I get something as well. So, I tutor you and I get what?"

"You get my undying friendship."

Lena tapped her chin. "You seem to be overestimating the value I would take in your friendship."

Kara laughed while the teacher prepared the class for their lesson. "I'm smart, funny, athletic, and like, really nice."

"I don't know," Lena hedged.

"I also get free food at most of the restaurants in the city."

Lena leaned back, looking at the ceiling tiles. She knew it would be nice to have Kara as her friend. Kara was nicer to her than anyone else at the school. She would never admit it, but Lex's reputation preceded her. Lena wasn't going to beg for friendship, but she wouldn't object to having someone. "I don't know."

"And," Kara continued, "You get to see your new best friend kick butt every Friday night."

"Every Friday?" Lena tapped her chin again, considering her options. "You know, that does seem like a good deal. Having plans every weekend? Maybe." Lena looked back at Kara. "But what's to stop my reputation from being ruined by hanging out with the biggest jock in the school?"

"This." Kara pointed at her smile. Her eyes lit up, and her entire face looked like sun. Lena felt herself blinded by the unrestrained happiness. Her stomach fluttered.

"Well, how can I argue with that?" Lena looked back to the front of the room where the teacher was calling the class to attention. "I guess I'll be tutoring you, lug head."

Kara laughed. "That's Super lug head to you, Miss Luthor."

Lena stifled a laugh, pleased with how her day was turning out.


Thursday found Lena and Kara sitting together in the Library during lunch. "What the hell is that?" Kara pointed at a green mess on Lena's plate.

"Are you serious?" Lena opened her textbook to the lesson they were working on.

"I am serious. What is that garbage?" Kara grabbed one of three burgers on her tray and started in on them. Her mouth full, she continued. "Humans aren't supposed to eat like rabbits."

Lena scrunched up her brow. "It's spinach and arugula."

"That is a lettuce I have never even heard of."

"You know Supergirl, if you keep it up, you're going to be so fat one day."

Kara gestured at Lena with her burger. "Today is not that day." Kara set her burger down and leaned on her hand. "Lena?"

"Hm?" Lena murmured as she flipped through the textbook.

"Why are you so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy!" Lena said too loudly. The librarians shushed them. Lena's phone buzzed. A text message came up quickly. Lex: Hey sis, how's my alma mater treating you? Lena looked at her phone and grimaced at it.

Kara poked Lena in the forehead. "You see! Right there. That's where you keep your grump."

Lena grabbed Kara's wrist. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

Kara shrugged. "In my defense, you're the one with your hands on me." Kara raised an eyebrow at Lena, who released Kara immediately.

"Am I hear to tutor you, or what?"

"What happens if I choose 'or what?'" Kara asked with a smirk on her face. "Do I get to choose, or do you have plans?"

"You're insufferable."

"You know, I see you have a phone." Lena rolled her eyes. "I also have a phone."

"So?"

"Phones have numbers. You know, these codes that allow one of these phones to contact another of these phones."

"I am familiar with the concept."

"What do you say that you give me your phone contact code. I will give you my phone contact code. That way, if one of us wants to, say, make plans with the other, we could do that."

Lena's eyes flickered to her phone. "What kind of plans would those be?"

"When people make plans, they tend to hang out, eat food, things like that." Lena looked up quickly, wondering if she was hearing Kara correctly. "Some people call these things….I don't know…what's the word"

"A date?" Lena laughed.

"Miss Luthor, are you asking me on a date? How presumptuous of you! We barely know each other!" Kara winked and Lena rolled her eyes. "Though, if you were, I'd say yes."

"Is that so?" Lena looked down at her schoolwork. "Let's study. We have work to do." Lena spent the rest of the lunch period alternating between eating her salad and explaining terms that Kara should know by now. They worked through half of their homework together. Lena made a note in Kara's notebook. It was a quick formula to help her finish the rest of her homework. That night, when Kara looked at the formula, she saw ten digits underneath it. It was Lena's phone number.

Right before bed Thursday night Kara sent a quick text to Lena. I can't study during lunch tomorrow. I have a team meeting. Our first home game is tomorrow, and I wouldn't mind if you were there. You can come watch me dominate.

The response came quickly. You're cocky. I'll be there.


Kara, Clark, and Winn Schott walked to the center of the field. National City's Adam Grant, Carter Grant, and Ben Lockwood stood on the other side of center field. Kara stood between her teammates, arms folded. Adam and his brother were both 6' 1". They tried to look down at Kara, but the small height difference wasn't enough to intimidate her.

"Shake hands," the head referee said. The players all reached out, shaking hands with one another and the referees. As expected, when Adam shook Kara's hand he tried to crush it. She gave no reaction other than to squeeze back, her icy blue eyes boring into his dark brown ones. He let go as the ref said, "Okay away team, call it in the air." He flipped the coin high in the air. Adam called heads. The ball coin hit the ground, bounced once, and landed tails side up. The ref pointed at Kara. "Home team, what do you want?"

Kara didn't hesitate. "We want the ball."

The ref nodded, then pointed at Adam. "Away, which direction?"

"We want the wind at our back."

"Okay," the ref nodded. "I want a good clean game and good luck."

The captains split off to head back to their sidelines. The scoreboard reflected the time. 15:00 minutes on the clock. The crowd cheered, screaming at their team, for their team. The stadium was packed. Every bleacher seat was taken. The walkways were crowded, and the overflow from the bleachers leaned against the fence as close to the field as they could get. The cheerleaders were on the track just inside the fence, cheering a 'Go Spartans' red white and blue school colors overwhelmed the area. The student section at the end of the bleachers seemed to have the entire school in it, and it really might have. In the back of the student section, a group of shirtless boys stood on the top row of bleachers. They had each painted their chests white, and on top of the white paint they each had a deep red letter of Kara's name on their chest. When they stood shoulder to shoulder, DANVERS was standing out, bold enough that she could read it from the sidelines.

Kara took in the chaos around her. She smiled and allowed herself a single moment. She was the starter. She was making history. No female had ever been the starting quarterback before. She could happily feel the winds of change. Kara inhaled a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, emptying her lungs and pushing out her stress. Her eyes turned to steel, molded by fire and ready to crush the opposition.

"Alright boys," Kara began as her team gathered around her. "Tonight we begin. They've doubted us. They've talked us down. Tonight, Midvale will prove that none of that matters. It doesn't matter what they say about any or all of us. There is no 'i' in team. This isn't about you. It isn't about me. This isn't about one. This is about all. A team is only as strong as it's weakest link, and we don't have a weak link!" she spun slowly, delivering her speech and eyeing every boy around her one by one. "Who are we?"

"Spartans!" They yelled back.

"Who are we?" She yelled again.

"Spartans!" They shouted, louder than before.

Kara threw her hand in the air, forming a powerful fist above her head. The team followed suit, reaching up and leaving her under a dome of muscular arms. "On three!" She called. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her blood pounded in her ears. Her breath came quickly, and she could hear the gasps of her teammates. "One, two, three!"

As one, the entire team yelled, "Stronger together!"

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game. Special teams took the field. National City prepared to kick the ball, and Midvale was ready to catch it and run for their lives. Kara watched the field, the ice of the game running through her veins. The crowd's noise level reached explosive levels as the opposing kicker raised his arm, ready to kick. The crowd got louder, crushing their opponents under a wall of sound. The whistle blew, and the game began. The kick was shorter than expected. The kicker seemed to have been thrown off by the sound of the crowd.

The short kick, followed up by a spectacular run, started the team with the ball on the opponents 30. As Kara prepared to go on the field Coach Queen caught her by her face mask and pulled her close to him. "I know you've got something to prove Danvers, so what do you want now? Play cautious or make a statement?"

"Statement."

Coach rubbed his five o'clock shadow, then smiled. "Philly special. Start this season right." He shoved her towards the field.

Kara jogged to the huddle. She leaned in and shared the play. "Philly, Philly." Some of the boys smiled. They knew this was a bold way to start the season. They clapped together, then broke towards the line. Kara lined up behind the ball, ready to begin. She eyed the countdown clock, then moved sideways away from the ball. She tapped her lineman, and the play began.

The ball was snapped and Kara ambled off to the side of the play. No one watches a quarterback that doesn't have a ball, and this play takes advantage of that. Kara counted to two, then took off down the field. There weren't any defenders on her. Kara looked over her shoulder just in time to see the ball, thrown by Clark, coming towards her.

The ball sailed into Kara's hands. She caught it easily, secured it under her arm, then turned her attention to completing the play. There was only one defender ahead of her who was capable of stopping her. He came in fast, diving just a little too early for Kara's legs. Kara leaped the defender, hurdling him and leaving him face down on the grass. Her cleats hit the ground and she covered the last five yards between the fallen defender and the goal line.

Kara scored the touchdown and the crowd exploded again. The announcer yelled, "And Danvers with the catch for the touchdown! What a way to start her career!" Kara's first play as the starting quarterback had been a touchdown and she hadn't thrown it. She'd caught it. The team surrounded her, slamming her helmet in celebration. They all jogged off the field. Kara kept the ball, then tucked it under the bench. That ball was coming home with her. It was the start of something big. She could feel it.


Lena watched Kara's season opener next to the Danvers and the Kents. She felt distinctly out of place. She'd never been in a situation like this before. Lena wasn't a sports fan. She was into academic decathlons and trivia and science fairs. Those competitions didn't really come with adoring fans and screaming crowds. Alex sat with Lena on one side, and her friend Maggie on the other. Alex kept up a running commentary for Maggie and Lena. Lena wouldn't admit it, but she found it helpful.

At the end of the game, the Spartans won 35 to 13. The team lifted Kara up onto their shoulders. She had caught one touchdown and threw for three others. Kara took off her helmet and looked for her family during the celebration. She saw them from her elevated position. When she finally spotted them she pointed at them and cheered. Lena's heart leaped into her throat as she took in the unbridled joy on Kara's face. Alex through an arm around Lena and Maggie's shoulders. When the crowd broke into a 'Danvers' chant, Lena joined them without reservation.


I don't want this buildup to drag on for too long. Sidenote, if you want to see the crazy play I had Kara run, google Philadelphia Eagles: Philly Special. It's on Youtube, and it's really something!

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