Chapter Three: SuperCorp

Lena's POV

It's been three weeks since Mon-El left and I haven't heard from Kara. Anytime we'd make plans, she makes up some excuse to not go. It's terrible not seeing my best friend and the guilt is taking its toll. I took part in Mon-El leaving. I know he was a shitty boyfriend but Kara liked him. Knocking lightly on the reporter's door, I waited. She won't answer but I have to try. When there wasn't an answer, I left a cooler. She needs to eat something besides take-out. At least this is healthy. Before I walked away, I heard someone's voice. Cupping my ear to the door, I tried to listen.

"You really need to talk to her." Agent Danvers sounded sympathetic and slightly annoyed. "She's not the type to give up. You know that, Kara."

"I know. It's just…now that Mon-El is gone…." Kara sniffled. "I need to at least thank her for bringing food every few days."

"You do. I'm your sister and I wouldn't put up with this bullshit. She's your best friend. Don't ruin that."

"You're right but...I just can't."

"Whatever, Kara. I'll bring the food in and leave." Hearing Alex walking towards the door, I hurried down the hallway and waited until I heard the door open. "Like clockwork." Sighing, Alex went back inside.

Making my way to L-Corp, my driver turned quickly trying to avoid a motorcycle. Stopping suddenly, both of us got out to check on the driver. "Are you okay?" I knelt beside the bike trying to see if the driver was injured.

"I think I'm okay. Just a little skinned up." Friendly green eyes looked up at me with surprise. "Lena Luthor?"

"Yes?" I paused, "let's get you to a hospital and make sure you're not hurt."

"No. I'm fine." The man stood, brushing himself off. He looked alright until he stepped to pick up his bike. Collapsing to the pavement, he groaned. "Okay, maybe I'm not fine."

"Let me help you." Mark and I helped the young man to the town car. "Mark will take your bike to my office. I'll drive you to the hospital."

"I…I'm from out of town and don't have insurance."

Glancing at the man in the rear-view mirror, I smiled. "I donate quite a bit to the hospital. All your bills will be covered."

"Thank you, Miss. Luthor."

"You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"Henry."

"I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Henry." All he did was smile. There's something about him that's trustworthy. I don't know what it is. But he's hiding something.

Arriving at the hospital, I helped the man inside. "I need some assistance, please?"

"Yes, ma'am." A nurse came quickly with a wheelchair. "What happened?"

"He ran a red light and was hit by a car. He says he's fine but I wanted to get him checked out anyway."

"Right away, ma'am."

As we waited to be taken back, my curiosity finally got to me. "Where are you from?"

"Maine."

"You're quite a long way from home."

Henry chuckled. "You have no idea."

"How long have you been in National City?"

"About a week."

"I'm not going to turn you in." Henry's brow creased. "Your answers are short. Not giving any real information away. You must be on the run from something."

"No. No. Nothing like that. It's just…like I said, I'm not from around here." Before I could press the issue, a nurse came.

"We're ready for you. Would you like Miss. Luthor to join us, Mr. Mills?"

Glancing at me quickly, he smiled. "Yes, please."

"Alright." Janice pushed Henry's chair as I followed close behind. "What happened exactly?"

"I didn't see the light change and kept going. Thankfully, Miss. Luthor finally convinced me to come here."

"Do you want medical assistance?"

"Yes. I think I got more than just a little scuffed up."

Once the normal tests were done, and X-rays were taken, we waited for the doctor to return. "Where are you staying, Henry?"

"The shelter near the apartment you met me at."

"Nice way to put it." I debated my next statement. "I have an extra room. Why don't you stay with me? It's the least I can do."

"You don't know me. How do you know I won't rob you blind?"

"You know who I am. Therefore, you know who I'm friends with. I highly doubt you want to take on Supergirl." I smiled thinking of the reporter. I miss her.

"You're right. Not sure who I'd be more scared of though. Supergirl or Kara Danvers. Both of them are pretty protective of you from what I've read."

My eyes narrowed at the man before me. "You know?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"You would be surprised. I'll have whatever damage done to your motorcycle fixed. I'll do it myself."

"You know about motorcycles?"

"I'm an engineer and some members of my team have vintage and newer Harley Davidsons. I'll help with what I can. Maybe give it a few upgrades?"

"Sounds awesome. But I doubt even you could make it any cooler than it already is."

"Challenge accepted."

A few hours passed, and Henry was finally discharged. His left ankle and wrist were sprained pretty severely so he needed to rest for a few weeks while they healed. After picking up his prescription, I drove us to my penthouse.

As the elevator doors opened, I wheeled Henry inside. "Wow! This is incredible."

"Thank you. I had Mark bring your things from your bike to the guest room."

"You thought of everything, didn't you?" Henry looked back at me with a grin. "You remind me of one of my moms."

"One of your moms?"

"Yeah. My adoptive mom to be specific."

"Is that why you're so nice? Raised by two women. Can I get you anything?"

"Some hot cocoa would be great. Do you have cinnamon by chance?"

"I do. Here, I'll get you set up in the living room and make us some." I helped Henry get settled and started heating the milk. "About your moms…Are they okay with you being this far from home?"

"No. They worry. But they understand that I needed to find my own way for a while. I promised I'd come back once I found my purpose."

"And have you?" Giving Henry a mug, I took a seat. "Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks." He paused choosing his words. "It's complicated. But an easy way to put it is: I'm a writer. I'm looking for inspiration in the different places I go."

"Living off the land?"

"Yeah. And meeting a wide variety of people. The last town I was in, the people I stayed with were fantastic. Took me in as one of their own. I was there for about a year."

"That sounds nice. Like a family away from home." I thought Kara was like family but I don't know anymore.

"Exactly. So, what's with you and Kara Danvers?"

My eyes flashed to the shaggy haired man. "She's my best friend."

"Not to overstep but, it looks like it's more than that. I mean, I've only been here a week, but, from everything I've read in the papers and magazines…it seems like she cares about you. And, again, you remind me of my moms. The way you two look at each other. I've seen it in pictures."

"It's nearing dinner time. What would you like?" Quickly, I made my way to the kitchen to escape his gaze.

"Really?" Henry turned towards me. "Let me guess, your relationship is "complicated?" That's exactly what Ma said when I asked her about Mom. No matter what you believe in Miss. Luthor, there is such a thing as fate. If I've learned anything when it's come to my moms and people I've met on my journey, it's that once you find someone who will move Heaven and Earth for you, don't screw it up."

"I'm not trying to!" Hanging my head, I sighed. "I'm sorry, Henry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm not very good with my emotions. I was raised to keep them in and don't let people get close to me."

"Love is weakness?" Henry's voice was soft.

"Yes." The lump in my throat caused me to pause. "But I let someone get close and now I don't know what I'll do without her."

"Don't give up on Kara. I don't know what's gone on between the two of you but I know that look she gives you. She loves you even if she can't admit it yet. You've subconsciously admitted it to yourself. That's half the battle. Don't take six years to finally admit things. It'll only cause you both pain. I watched as both of my moms dealt with abusive relationships because they thought the other didn't care. A lot of pain, wine, and fireballs."

"Fireballs?" My brow creased.

"Long story. But, how does pizza sound?"

"Oh God, another one." I smiled thinking of the blonde. "Because of Kara, the pizza place down the street delivers very quickly." Hearing laughter again warmed my heart. "Alight, I'll place an order. Pepperoni with extra cheese?"

"Sounds great!"

Pulling out my phone, I tapped number eight and waited. "Yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery. Large pepperoni and extra cheese pizza. Luthor residence. Have a goodnight as well. Thank you." Ending the call, I rejoined the traveler. "I got some interesting information about your motorcycle…" Henry's face paled. "It's got all the makings of a DeLorean styled time machine. Would you like to explain that?"

"I…I…uh…I can't."

"Henry, you can trust me. My best friend is an alien. I helped build a portal to space. Time travel isn't out of the realm of possibility to me."

The man was quiet for a long time. He was torn between telling me and lying to me. "It's complicated. The world that I'm from, we have magic beans. That's how I jumped from home to another dimension. In that dimension, the people I stayed with helped me fix my bike. From there, I went to a few other places. Eventually, I ended up here. I was spit out a few miles outside of town. I needed gas so I pushed my bike a few miles until I found a gas station."

"How long have you been away from home?"

"Two years. After I do my job here, I'll probably go home for a while."

"Your job?" Further questioning was interrupted by the buzzer. Walking to the door, I allowed the delivery man entrance. "Hi, Johnny." Paying the man, I sent him on his way. "Now, what year are you from?" Bringing two plates from the kitchen, I served us each a slice.

"2017, so, this year. Finally. I was sent back to 2012." Henry cringed. "It was awkward since in 2012 I was twelve."

"That would be odd."

The rest of the night, Henry and I talked about our lives and travels. Once he was settled in the guest room, we said our goodnights and I turned off the light.

Xxx

Since I normally take Saturdays off, I got up and made coffee. Around ten, I decided to check on my guest. Tapping lightly, I waited. When there wasn't a response, a slight panic clenched my heart. Opening the door, that panic was alleviated when I saw the young man snoring. Glancing around, I noticed a fountain pen on the nightstand and him clenching a faded leather journal. The lamp still on. I wonder what he was writing. "Henry," I knocked a little louder on the door until he jumped.

"What? I'm up." Yawning, Henry rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Wh-what time is it?"

"Ten. Would you like breakfast? There's coffee ready."

"Breakfast sounds great. I'll be out in a few."

"Okay." Cracking the door, I went to the kitchen to see what I could make.

A few minutes later, Henry emerged from the guest room. "Sorry I overslept. It's been a long time since I had a bed that comfortable."

"No worries. How does French toast sound?"

"Yummy. Can I help with anything?"

"No. I've got it handled. Coffee?"

"Please. Now I understand why my moms love it so much."

Chuckling softly, I poured Henry a cup and topped mine off. "Creamer?"

"Please." The man yawned again.

"Your mothers raised you with manners."

"Yeah. Thanks." Taking a whiff of the steamy liquid, Henry sighed contently. "Life."

"What would you like to do today?" Starting the toast, I waited for Henry's reply.

"Well, I can't do much because the doctor said I need to stay off my ankle. I guess just hangout here? I've got nowhere to be."

"You've found inspiration in my penthouse?"

"You could say that." Henry's voice trailed off with mischief.

Eyeing the man, I finished cooking. "Right…" Serving us both, I sat across from Henry at the table.

"Thank you." He eats like Kara does. Shovels it all in one bite. Or tries to at least. Warmth and sadness filled my chest thinking of Kara. Am I using Henry as a distraction? Probably. "How long has it been since you've seen Kara?"

"A few weeks. She keeps bailing on plans we make. To make sure she eats, I'll cook her a few meals during the week and take them to her. That's why I was on that side of town yesterday."

"Ma went through something like this with Mom once. Mom avoided Ma at all costs for weeks. It drove Ma crazy." Henry began to laugh. "Eventually, Ma got pissed off enough, gathered some supplies, and kicked in Mom's door. To say Mom was livid would be an understatement but it worked out. Ma refused to leave until she made Mom laugh or smile at least."

"That's…definitely a story. What are your mothers' names?"

"Emma is my birth mom and Regina is my adoptive mom. Ma is Emma and Mom is Regina."

"So, Emma kicked in Regina's door?" I don't know the women but it sounds like them.

"Yup. Have you tried kicking in Kara's door?"

"I think the pain killers are making you loopy. If I did that, my name would be all over National City and beyond. I'm already a social pariah because of my last name."

"True. But I can see that Kara means more to you than your public image."

Xxx

Days passed and I still hadn't heard from Kara. Henry's insane idea kept playing in my head. She'd see me coming with that damn X-ray vision of hers. But then it would throw her off long enough for me to say a few things. Maybe I could just let myself in. I do have a key after all. I may go for the latter. Less illegal and no property would be damaged.

Knowing Kara's routine, I left work early to get pizza, pot stickers, ice cream, and our favorite wine. Luckily, no one was home when I arrived at the reporter's apartment. She should be home in ten to fifteen minutes. Letting myself in, I placed the pizza and pot stickers on the counter, ice cream in the freezer, and poured us each a glass of wine. Taking a seat at the table, I waited. My heart started to pound when I heard a familiar voice from the door.

"Kara, I swear to God, I'm sick of this pity party you've been throwing for the past month."

"Alex-" Kara dropped the take-out bag when she saw me.

"We need to talk."

"Not that I'm not glad to see you, but, how did you get in here?" Alex tried to figure out how she felt. "Is that pizza and pot stickers?"

"Yes, it is. And there's ice cream in the freezer. Kara gave me a key for emergencies. Her avoiding me for a month counts as an emergency."

"Lena…" Kara began, picking up the plastic boxes that spilt from the bag.

"Food, wine, and ice cream. The whole how to pin down Kara Danvers starter kit. Good job." Slowly, Alex backed out of the apartment. "I'm going to go. Uh, if you try to leave, I will shoot you with a kryptonite dart. Understood?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kara nodded. "Yes."

I waited for Alex to leave before speaking. "Wine?" I pushed the untouched glass towards the frazzled blonde. "Or there's food on the counter. Your favorite." Finally, Kara sat across from me and sipped the wine. "I'm sorry for making Mon-El leave. I know how much you cared about him."

"I didn't." Her voice was a whisper. "Don't apologize for that."

"You know me Kara, better than anyone. You know I don't beat around the bush. So, I'm going to say everything I need to say, and then let you. Okay?"

"Okay…"

"I miss you. I keep trying to make plans and you ditch me. I know you've been busy but…not too busy to have lunch with me. Before, we'd both make time for each other. Even if it was take-out in my office we still had lunch once or twice a week. I don't know what's going on with you, because you won't tell me, but, I'm here for you if you still want that." That familiar crinkle formed on Kara's forehead as she clenched her jaw. Giving in, the woman wept. "Kara," wrapping the woman in my arms, I held her close. "Sshhh."

"I'm so sorry." Clinging to me, Kara broke down. "I've missed you too. I am such an idiot. You've been so patient with me."

"That's what friends are for." All Kara did was groan. "What?"

"That word: friends." Pulling back, Kara met my gaze. "I don't want to be friends, Lena. I want to be more than that. I have for nearly a year now. Mon-El was an excuse. A way to try and kill the feelings I have for you."

"Did it work?"

A bitter laugh escaped Kara's throat. "Not a chance. I think denying it only made me want you more. But, the press would have a field day. Lena Luthor, C.E.O. of L-Corp, is a lesbian."

"Kara, that's an unspoken truth about me. I just never knew exactly how you felt so I never fully pursued you."

"R-really?" All I did was nod. "Golly." A soft blush tinted the woman's cheeks. "So, you…wanted to…"

Cupping the woman's face, I smiled. "Yes." Gently, I kissed Kara's forehead. "Now, would you like to eat before the food gets any colder? Or do you want to just zap it?"

"Wait, you know?"

"Kara, I've known since the day you and Superman came into my office and not so secretly used your X-ray vision to canvas my office." Kara's face is turning redder by the second. She's so adorable. "I have a camera in my office."

"Oh…" Smiling sheepishly, she bit her lip. "You're not mad that I didn't tell you?"

"No. I understand why you kept it a secret. I'm sure J'onn has something to do with it."

"Yeah. Space dad doesn't like me telling people. Neither does Alex." I missed hearing her laugh. "It's so funny. He can read everyone's mind but mine. Alex must have been driving him nuts."

"He…he can read minds?" Oh God. I need to send him flowers or something to apologize. All of the inappropriate thoughts I've ever had about…He knows…

"Lena? Are you okay? You're pale."

"I'm fine." My voice squeaked.

"You sure?" Kara grinned realizing why I was freaking out.

"Mmhmm." Turning quickly, I went to get the pizza and pot stickers.

"Was someone thinking inappropriate thoughts around J'onn?"

Squaring my shoulders, I sauntered towards the blonde. "Oh, you have no idea the things I've thought about doing to you." Chill bumps formed along the woman's arms. Leaning closer, I whispered. "Some dealing with whipped cream or caramel sauce." A whimper escaped the reporter's throat. "That's what I like to hear." Leaning back, I kissed Kara's cheek quickly.

"Sssssso Hhhhhow hhhave you been otherwise?"

Grinning triumphantly, I served us each some pizza and pot stickers. "Well, I have a house guest."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"His name is Henry." I glanced up to see a confused look on the blonde's face. "Nothing like that. My driver swerved trying not to hit him but clipped the back tire or his motorcycle."

"Oh my God! When did this happen? Are you okay? Is he okay?"

"As enjoyable as your little spaz out is, yes, I'm fine and so is he. Besides some road rash, he's got a sprained wrist and ankle. The doctor said he needed to get some rest."

"Wow. I'm glad everyone is okay." Calming down, Kara continued to eat. "When did this happen?"

"The day I left you food last week. He's been in National City for nearly two weeks now. It seems, Henry noticed that we had feelings for one another rather quickly. He did research on me and saw pictures of us. Once he saw how you looked at me and vice versa, he did a little reading on you."

"When do you think I can meet him?"

"Well, he's got nowhere else to stay besides in my guest room so…next time you come over I suppose."

"Cool." As we ate, I told Kara about the time traveler. She couldn't wait to meet him and was just as surprised when I told her about his two moms.

The next few hours were filled with talking about where to go from here when it came to our relationship. Since Kara had never been with a woman before, I wanted to take things slowly. As we spoke, it became more apparent that it was like we had already been dating but neither of us realized it. Snuggling into my embrace, Kara smiled. "Mom's going to love this: one daughter's bi and the other's gay."

"Lillian still thinks it a phase." Pulling Kara's legs to lay over my lap, caused the woman to rest her head on my chest. "Is this okay?"

"It's perfect. I love listening to your heartbeat." Wrapping her arms around me, Kara sighed contently. "I hate that I was so afraid to tell you. I know the past month has been torture for you."

"All that matters is that you told me."

Snorting, she laughed. "Only after you forced my hand."

"Well, I get impatient sometimes. I'm quite stubborn."

"Don't I know it." Tilting her head, Kara hesitated a moment. "Can I…"

"Please do." Cupping my cheek, Kara gently kissed me. She was timid at first but eased once I smiled. After a few moments, I pulled back letting my forehead rest against hers. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. We decided to take things slow."

"Slow sucks."

"Yes, but, I'd rather build up to a romantic relationship with all the fun stuff than let it burn too brightly at the beginning and then die out." Squeezing the blonde's thigh, I kissed her nose. "It'll be worth it."

"Promise?"

"Promise."