WARNING: Things got steamy (in my opinion) so, ratings up.
Also, g!p (maybe?) is up ahead; I am unsure on whether it really is g!p, ok?

Let's be proud and hold a rainbow flag high; this chapter is ready, CotUs:Mv sadly isn't, but it should be ready by later today, or tomorrow, but for today and the pride this couple should be feeling, I present it to you:

Disrupted Hierarchies
Dealing with the Seasons

Kara entered heat three times a year; heat seasons usually depended on the health and sexual activity of the omega. Healthy meant 3 to 4 seasons, with an active sexual life, it could range to once every two months, or even once a month. Unhealthy were those once or twice a year, which spoke of a repression and dependence on suppressants; these were good when used in moderation. The alien had never needed suppressants before, and was considering them as she groaned in pain. The few alphas around the farm would usually go near, but once the caught scent they fled; the one who ended up too caught in it and touching the porch faced the omega of the house, and Martha Kent was known to have a temper. The stammering alpha turned tail and ran off, and those deltas and betas watching, were surprised not to see the blonde.

Said blonde had emptied her stomach at the alpha's scent, knowing it wasn't her alpha and that made her sick. She began sobbing, wailing when the older woman stopped her from flying off and going to Cat's and giving in. That would spell the end of their mating, no matter the imprinting. The older woman turned on the shower on a moderately hot setting, undress the girl, undressed herself, and held the blonde beneath the water. Slowly, Kara managed to get a grip of herself, the hot water aiding on calming her own body. As soon as she came to herself, she was embarrassed.

"How did you know?" She inquired softly, earning a chuckle from the older woman as she allowed the soothing drops to caress her face. "Experience?"

"An omega never wishes to be alone, it gets worse when their season approaches," Martha whispered, taking some shampoo and lathering it on the golden hairs, "when I was young and uncertain of what was happening, I would often run away.

"Worse than the fear of an alpha appearing and ending my misery, it was being alone," just then, the bathroom's door opened and Dusty came in. Still panting a bit, he went to the foot of the tub and laid there, yawning a bit. "That's how I found Rusty, the first dog I came across and adopted, he taught me the value of having a companion for such times."

"Hmmmm," but what kind of pet would be good for an alien? Her mind went back to a gift her father had made for her when she had been a little kid. "I'll ask Kal about it."

"You feeling better?" The older woman inquired, and at the sigh she laughed a bit, "I'm sure your cousin will help you out."

"Thank you Martha," she replied with a sigh, turning around and, not caring about their nakedness, hugged the brunette. "How come you never had a son?"

"Back then, there were only alphas, betas and deltas; everyone thought I was a low-grade delta, a digamma," she confessed in a whisper, turning off the shower, "even back then, omega were scarce and alphas were a myth as well, with most betas carrying the mantle of leaders until one alpha was born. Heats were even a concept, so I was a puzzle."

There was a brief silence as they dried each other, the woman confessed female circumcision became a common practice. "This may be the reason why I could never have children," she added offhandedly, finishing getting dressed, before giving the blonde a sad smile at her frozen stance. "Don't worry. I believe this is no longer common."

"On the contrary Martha," she whispered, finally reacting and finishing dressing herself. "Government agents came once to evaluate my adoption, and became worried since Alex is an alpha; they strongly suggested that she should undergo it just to be safe."

"Please tell me they didn't agree," the woman began with a gasp, and at the nod she sighed in relief. "Oh thank God."

"Allegedly, it was to ensure she wouldn't do anything to me," the blonde said with a light shrug, "according to Lois, not many know about leading omegas."

"It's simple, Kara," Martha took her in a loving embrace, "imagine a beta telling a leading omega to tell an alpha. . . .

"Then, there were the old wars, from which little is recorded except that omegas, me and women, were valuable at war; woman kept their alpha safe, while omega men going into battle willing to die was almost the norm," ignoring the wet state of the hair, she combed it gently, "your boss, Cat Grant, has done great research in these regards, her books illustrating how feared omega women were during the medieval ages."

"She postulated that witch hunts were done chasing omega leaders," Kara gasped; no wonder most actually thought she was an omega hiding her scent and making it seem as though she were an alpha; she shook her head. "But that was only her thesis."

"The university might have given her a passing grade and never made it public, that when someone knows an omega, they try to spread the writing." She smiled gently. "If I'm not wrong, Lois actually looked up to Cat, at least until she learned just how much of an alpha she actually was."

"Oh wow," the blonde cleared her throat and looked to side, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That must have been awkward."

"Lois always acts betrayed, when she's actually embarrassed she never realized the truth before," the woman whispered, earning a laugh. "Come, you might feel ok, but it could get worse later."

The young woman grimaced, "thanks for the motivation."

Martha laughed, smiling as Dusty brought the rear. Getting some hot pads ready, she prepared one and gave it to the younger woman just as the abdominal pains threatened to make her double over. Lying on the couch with the pad helping, and Dusty's company being key as he laid down besides her, licking her face in reassurance every once in a while. The blonde had a lightly soaked small towel over her eyes and forehead, making her be able to rest for a while with only the mutt nearby. She wouldn't feel the alarm she sometimes felt when there was no one around, something that had happened to her once before with the Danvers, when Jeremiah had taken Alex out before she caught scent of Kara's heat. The alien thought she had been left alone when she couldn't feel anyone when, in fact, her heart beat had been beating twice for each of Eliza's single beat, and hadn't heard her name being called over her labored breath.

It wasn't until Martha spoke about Rusty and Tank that she realized that it wasn't just due to her being an alien and in fact, had everything to do with her rank. The dog's steady breath reminded her that there was someone there, allowing her to rest even more, while her leader cooked for them both. Because even if Martha Kent wasn't a leading omega, her age did more than compensate for any kind of rank there was.

"Hey . . ." the words roused her, and at the smell, she realized why the mutt besides her was panting and whining a bit. "Food's ready."

"Wow, Dusty, you're amazing," she praised the dog, hugging him, "go on, I'm sure you're as hungry as I am," she mused and teased, grinning. "Martha, it smells absolutely delicious."

The older woman hummed, knowing the dish with high carbohydrates was ideal for the kryptonian physiology and the sweet sauce would help soothe the omega in heat. By the time she was done Kara felt full, sated, and normal; she had been feeling far from it and for the first time, there was no overwhelming need of finding her alpha and breed. The older woman urged her into bed, and with a yawn the blonde realized the sun was setting. Tucked in, Dusty at her side, and she stared at the ceiling, thinking about her love, what the older woman was doing what she was thinking and, if she had a place in her thoughts. An acute pain ran through her lower abdomen, but she had no time to register when the brunette was back with a heat pad. A bit confused, Kara didn't question when it was placed on her lower abdomen and the woman joined her beneath the covers.

It was then that the tears began. "She doesn't love me," the young woman whispered, completely heart broken.

"Shhh shhh shhhhh, baby girl," Martha cooed, soft whisper in place as she caressed her charge with tenderness, "we don't know that yet."

"She's not here and I need her," the whine was filled with pain and pity, "she isn't here, she hasn't made me hers yet, and I want my alpha." She choked, and the hand rubbing the length of her sternum gently reminded her to breath, reminded her lungs that they had a higher capacity. Tears ran down her cheeks as if a faucet had been turned on, and her despair manifested with a long, heart-piercing wail. "I need my alpha, I want her babies and I'm scared and I feel alone. I want my alpha — I want to feel complete."

"Kara, baby," the gentle coo brought her from her dark thoughts and body's craving, and with soft sobs and hiccups, her runny nose was cleaned and she felt as though she was back in Krypton, being tended by her omega mother, and a different kind of warm and relief coursed through her body, "you're more than an omega, you don't need to be a breeding tool and you don't need your alpha to feel complete.

"All you need, is to know that wherever she is, she's thinking about you, trying to deal with the distance because taking you, without knowing you completely or with you not knowing her, could only end in suffering for you both." Now that her lungs were back in working order, her hair was being gently combed, and those brown eyes gave her a look so filled with love, she felt a bit better, even if she was crying harder and the tissue wasn't truly helping. "Before being an alpha, she's also a woman, and she wants more than just to take or be taken, she wants to be sure that you'll be a great complement for her, her family, the dynamic, and that you'll be able to be strong enough, caring and doting, while within the parameters of your job.

"She wants you to be you before anything," she hugged the girl, allowing her tears to simply run free and sighing in relief at the fact that she wasn't being crushed in the embrace, "you're going to prove her right and show her you can cope, and you'll find out that you'll only grow stronger."

It felt like she remained there, crying her heart out, until she was just too tired and without tears to cry. "Ma. . . ." The yearning yet fulfillment heard in that single syllable, made the older omega feel complete.

Giving the girl a kiss to the forehead, she took the now-cooled pad and left, after giving Dusty clear indication of staying besides the struggling, barely asleep, blonde. When she returned, Martha sighed in mild defeat at the now-crying omega. Taking the mutt's place, she slid in besides the alien, placed the pad, and cuddles her. At the contact, Kara sighed in relief, her tears diminished and she was finally fully asleep. Holding her close, the brunette sighed in relief as well and went into a light sleep.


Cat felt distraught. The day had barely passed with her feeling jumpy and territorial. Carter offered a break and could pull her from the worst of her alpha, which would have stalked all of Kansas state till she found her mate. It was a feat, both of them knew this, and he tried his best to keep it up. As the day winded up to night, they were both exhausted, and tried to imagine the next following days to be in such a similar fashion and dread overcame them; Cat feared her son would ask for Clark to take him in the following days, maybe even try to go to school and she could imagine how hard it was for him, or even worse, go to her mother's and slowly be poisoned by the woman — for his part, the boy feared he wouldn't be enough to help his mother, that tomorrow would bring a strength to go to this omega and that would leave him, or that he would crumble and bawl and have her send him to his grandmother. Oh, how strongly the writer was bound to their negative emotions and how they both disliked this; the cheesy romances the woman wrote, specifically with werewolves, made them both gag. There was no fitting emotion when it was always a whirlwind of all the spectrum of emotions tied with the woman.

"I need a shower," the woman whispered; they had been playing Settlers of Catan, Star Trek edition signed by: William Shatner (Captain Kirk), Leonard Nimoy (Spock) and Nichelle Nichols (Uhura) because his mom was a huge geek with contacts and influence. "I'm sorry baby —"

"No, it's okay," he was quick to reply as he straightened his spine at her words; he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at not being able to distract his mother with her favorite game. "Will you take Streaky?"

Hazel eyes fell on the young kitten that had jumped on the game board after she stood; uncaring, the feline began cleaning herself, as though to state she wasn't bothered by being shooed, which meant she actually was. "Mooney can keep her company," she replied with sadness and a sigh before leaving.

The boy turned to face his own kitty; Stinky, a beautiful female who actually didn't smell but he liked it just because he thought it was fun and it had stuck since, was happy inside the big Yorick the boy had gotten with his Kickstarter subscription. The skull was big, and whenever he and his mother left the house, in training the twins they would have to take them out, and instead of getting a carrier, they used Yorick. Mostly because they had grown to liked being inside it, and because they had individual exits. Cat speculated that, being the only two survivors of the litter, they wanted some kind of independence from each other and have their own of everything; she believed so because they both needed different bowls in order to eat, and neither would eat, no matter how hungry. This was one of the reasons why she had wanted them, despite the perceived flaw the breeder suspected would be.

Streaky was now besides her twin, each watching him through the eye sockets, and his mother's mewing in a demanding fashion. And he began considering his options and felt it was a very Shakespearean: to follow his mother to the bathroom, or not to follow, that was his question. He would have given it some thought, if the young cat wasn't prodding. The kitten was attuned to her alpha, which was why buying Carter Stinky was a risk; he had yet to figure if he was an alpha or an omega, and cats were for alpha while dogs were for omegas. He definitely wasn't a beta or a delta, and though Cat wouldn't love him any less for it, even if he turned out to be an omega, betas and deltas tended to be discernible by scent once they hit ten years of age; his undefined scent meant he was either an alpha or an omega, and it would be known once he hit puberty.

Sighing, he stood, taking Yorick with him; he would get the squishable version they had given his mother for her contribution if things didn't go the way he wished. With a mild glare at the Cat, he exhaled through his nose at her constant mewing. Feeling the sweat in his palms, he cleaned it against his pajama pants before knocking and opening the slightly ajar bathroom door. There was a no-lock policy, in case of an emergency, and while they waited to see what Carter's biological ranking was.

"Mom?" He asked, hesitant.

"Yes honey?" She inquired, hint of panic and he knew it was because he had done something highly unusual.

He sighed, "sorry, Streaky insisted that I come," he said as way of explanation, and went to sit against the tub where his mom was taking a shower in.

"Oh she did, didn't she," the amusement was palpable, and the tease evident.

"Ha, ha," he said, rolling his eyes with a smile. "How are you feeling mom? How are you doing?"

While his mother took a moment to collect herself and answer him, he looked around the room; it was the latest technology, including what could be mistaken as a shower corner that actually neutralized the pheromones. The room was design for animal companions (which were slowly starting to become the norm) to be included in the activities, and Carter had learned to make full use of these, washing both kitties when he took showers himself. He wasn't surprised when Streaky climbed down from the skull and jumped on to the border, which was carefully padded for that whole reason. A meow told him what was 'wrong' for her.

"Mom, can I tamper with the temperature?" He inquired.

"Ok," was the somewhat strangled answer, and knowing better than to even try to look, with a blank mind he manipulated the faucets into a temperature the kittens liked the most. She gasped. "You must tell me how you got it later," she said, her voice wavering less, "this feels fantastic."

"Of course mom," he replied happily, soft and proud smile on his face as he took Yorick back, feeling warm at the praise.

A few more minutes passed in silence, and she had yet to address his main question. Finally, she cleared her throat.

"It seems like this rut season is going to be tricky to work over," she stated tersely, displeasure coloring her tone. "I never thought this would happen to me."

His ears perked at this, going on high alert. He knew what she meant, it was something that was usually covered in biology classes, just as a detached way of explaining human biology. Usually, a sigma's (female alphas) clitoris would enlarge, resembling the male's reproductive organs to a lesser scale. When this happened, the woman's reproductive organs would stop working, the ovaries becoming either sterile, or simply skipping that menstrual period altogether. Sigmas who indulged in this for fun and pleasure, tended to be rendered infertile. When this was explained in class, he turned red just from thinking how his class would use the information to tease him. When they learned his mother was an alpha, it happened, as he had expected, even if his mother was in all of his PTAs and everyone knew her. After it had all begun the next PTA meeting she arrived way before schedule, requesting to have a moment to speak with the class and, without even missing a beat, banned the whole school from mocking each other in an offensive manner, effectively ending the bullying of omegas and gammas. She had promised not to do that, as long as the bullying was kept on a low, and it had, only spiking with him and forcing her hand.

His mother was a special kind of alpha, because on school territory the top alpha is always the director, with teachers and other staff on the beta stratus, and allowing the students to fight in the delta and omega ranks. Cat Grant, once she entered school territory, took command of high alpha, with director acting as beta, teachers and staff as delta, leaving the students as omegas. Even in that format, what she would demand would stick while on school grounds. What he found oddly interesting, was the fact that he wasn't bound as others, and how while his mother was at school he was treated as a beta. Neither of them questioned it, nor did the rest of the school, but he knew if he wanted to break his mother's ban, he could. He wouldn't

"You mean . . ." he could say it.

"Yes," she answered, knowing what he meant, and his heart began racing.

"Mom, you're a writer," he began, tone mild frantic, trying his best to convey his idea, point, or reason, across, before it was inevitably shut down. "Why don't you try picturing something to help you diminish the need? Saying it out loud would help," he added, heart racing.

But Cat could understand, while not be able to fully relate. Her son would only speak about those kind of urges with other men, mostly because there was no way for Cat to understand what he was going through. Right then, she had a chance of allowing her first experience to help him in some way. Without a shred of doubt in her mind, she knew her son was special in more ways than one, and also knew with certainty that he wasn't an omega.

"You promise to not use this for any other purpose?" She still had to ask, concerned.

"I swear," he said, heart going faster, then calming a bit as he realized, she understood. After a while, he began growing anxious again. "Mom?"

"Her hair, is shades of blonde," she began, immersing herself as she closed her eyes, seeing the girl in front of her. "Shades of blonde because, when the sunlight hit it directly, it looks like gold having been cut thinly, strands of the element and not hair. Yet, the farther she is from the source of light, it darkens. When it's bunched together, it would look as though she dyed her roots blonde and that her hair was actually a light brown.

"Her eyes, oh her eyes are beautiful," her eyelids fluttered, her hand moving up and down in a soft rhythm, "her eyes are the clearest thing, just the right shade and just like yours, Carter. If you look in a mirror, you can see her eyes.

"Her genuine smile reminds me so much of yours that," she felt breathless for a brief moments, yet continuing all the way, "my heart aches and my chest hurts; a squeeze that won't let go and makes me weak and makes my lower abdomen tense.

"Her skin has a slight tan and it makes a beautiful contrast with her blonde hair when fully exposed to the sun, which in turn makes her tan darken a bit," she sighed a bit in relief, soft and paced rhythm resuming, "but not enough to look burned or like bronze; it just looks like the barest hint of caramel that makes my hand seek it for a touch. . . .

"And her scent, oh her scent," she groaned at the memory, "her scent just seeks to drive me insane, permeating the room and, without even meaning to, adhering to my skin. Because unlike every other omega that I've come across, my pheromones don't erect a wall as their own makes me feel sticky and, dirty, but makes me feel alive, makes hers feel like a gentle caress, teasing me with a touch on my cheek.

"She pulls on the limits of my sanity and tries to entice the beast within out and to claim here, however and wherever, as long as it is her, nothing else would matter.

"And what makes it all worse," Carter swallowed because, was any of that actually bad? "I cannot help but hate how my mother's writing just springs on my head and, that's just the kind of alpha I don't want to be!"

"Mom," he began after a moment, conscious of the growl his mother gave at the end of her words, "did you hold it between your hands?"

His inquiry was met with just the water falling, but he wasn't going to break that silence.

"Yes," it was the whispered answered. More silence, before she resumed speaking. "Growing bigger, at least a bit, and hot. Ugh."

"No mom, please, please continue," I rather hear it from you than from my godfather or anyone else. . . . But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"The tip grew, evidence of a knot," she whispered, uncertain what to do or what to tell her twelve year-old son.

"Cup your hand, recreate the feeling of something small," his whispered reply was met with soft pants. "Remember her; will she be my mom?" He then realized, and his question began flowing at that single thought. "Will you get married with her? Would she mind that you already have me in your life?

"Will she resent it?"

But Cat only had in mind one thing, her lips, perfect and rosy lips, taking this new extremity whole and her tongue wrapping around it; I want to mark her and she was finally able to release, the blood in her ears finally subsiding and his words finally caught up, as did the meaning. Would Kara mind?"

"I honestly, don't believe she's the resentful type," because omegas were, with possible alphas, extremely jealous, but the younger woman was proving to be anything but normal, even by Cat's alpha meaning. "Want to test her?"

"Can we bring Streaky and Stinky?" He requested, earning a chuckle.

"Sure," she finally turned the shower off and opened the curtains; privacy wasn't an issue when she had been having baths with the boy since he was a baby, and these only stopped when he turned ten. He didn't even bat an eye, only smiling softly in return to the smile she gave him. She was home, whether she was naked or not. "I do believe the names would be a test."

He passed her the towel, and Streaky jumped on the towel-clad shoulder, purring and rubbing on the blonde locks, looking forward to being dried. "Wanna come and have me use the hair dryer?"

"Shouldn't you give Stinky a bath?" His mother teased back, ruffling his curls while his kitty mewled in what they thought was indignation.

The teasing continued, and she knew she would be able to handle everything and anything thrown her way, even if it was her omega, or the loss, as long as her son was there with her


Everything felt blurry, almost as an out-of-body, astral mumbo-jumbo that just couldn't make sense. It was a strange place, advanced and technological-looking — it was Krypton. The red sun was a dead give-away, and the reflection on the atmosphere made every tone vary; it definitely wasn't Earth.

"I wish to return," the single thought was heard out loud, the one who spoke or rather, thought those words, began crying. "I want to go home."

"But, if you were to return, where would I be?" The one who had heard said, but even though her lips moved, nothing was heard. "Am I not your home?"

Blue eyes met hazel, and the huge red dwarf fell below the horizon, the world darkening, with both moons going to their new cycles.

"No, you're not," she stood and went to the blonde, who appeared to be frozen, paralyzed by her words, "you're my life."

"Kara," her eyes snapped open and she immediately sat on the bed, breathing hard. "Oh Kara!

"There's no need to worry beloved Omega," she then registered that it was her mother, the omega leader of her generation, and she sobbed. "You know your aunt and alpha wouldn't just pick any alpha for you."

"Mom," she held tight on to the woman, crying and holding her close, at least until she felt more calm. "Mom, why are you here?"

"Oh baby —"

Just then, her aunt Astra, leading Alpha, came in with different alphas and she froze.

"I approve of them," was all her alpha said.

"Where's Cat?"

"Who?"

"Astra, you know whom she means!"

"I do not."

"I — I can't go with any of them!" Kara cried indignantly, not caring for the hackles she raised. "I want Cat!"

Many alphas scoffed, one went as far as to step close to the blonde who simply turned and glared, completely freezing the man.

"I want Cat."

"I chose them for you," Astra said with a frown.

"We'll find Cat," Alura assured.

"You can't keep coddling her," the alpha demanded, impressed with the way her niece dealt with the alphas and shooed them from the room. "Cat is but her imagination, as is Earth!

"I refuse to allow her to keep dreaming of such planets!"

"She knows who her alpha is."

"I, am her alpha!"

"This isn't real," Kara began whispering, hands shaking, tears in her eyes, "I often dream about being here, but Krypton died," she whispered, hands going to her head as desperation began taking over her. "I wouldn't mind indulging, but it was never for a wedding; even if it was made by my alpha and my father's genetic-match, it was always just a gentleness.

"I want to wake up!"

"Kara?"

"Cat!"

Everything was black, until she finally found her alpha and went to her. The older woman held her gently as she began crying and holding tight; Cat just rubbed her back gently. When the alien finally realized what was happening, she was a bit confused; she was back on earth, being held, and sadness threatened to overwhelm her. Even if she was a product of the Codex and the Birthing Chamber, since her father worked closely with it he had been able to coax a child that was, genetically, his and Alura's. The strength of this meant that, in her genetic code, she could meet her mother, aunt, and father, and speak with their rank at the very least.

"Do you know what this means?" Cat finally spoke, and the sound of her voice further soothed the omega.

"No," because she was honestly, at a loss.

"It is rare, if not just a myth, that when THE Alpha and Omega meet, they wouldn't only bring about great changes, but also have a unique ability to their status," she made the younger blonde look at her, and gave her a soft peck. "Whenever one is in distress the other will know, and revert to a safe place in their heads."

"So, are we sharing dreams?" It made her heart beat speed; she knew her mother and aunt shared such, but attributed it to them being siblings, not their rank.

"With practice, we could still be awake and be able to have conversations with each other," the human hummed, amusement clear. "We would look as though gazing at the wall, or simply staring into space. I had some trouble gaining access, I could feel your distress."

"Um, I think my aunt didn't want me to find another alpha," she admitted embarrassed; the image of her new boss seemed to flicker and she held her breath. "What is it?"

"My son slipped into my bed," the easy and honest reply made Kara's heart swell. "I hope that isn't an inconvenience."

"Oh, when will I get to meet him?" The genuine answer, even if it was in the form of a question, made Cat's heart swell. "Oh, you'll have to show me pictures!"

The both found peace; Cat held Carter as she saw in her mind herself holding Kara, while Kara was being held by Martha the same way she perceived Cat holding her.


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