Author's note:
Thank you for your patience. My annual writer's block has hit, and that meant that the things I have been working had taken a back seat. But I'm back, kinda, and I hope to wrap up some of these stories soon. As a matter of fact, this one has one or two more chapters left,
Warnings: There is a polyamorous, loving relationship between Kara, Cat, and Leslie (aka LiveWire). Also this deals with a consensual relationship between a legal adult and a 15-year-old girl, as well a pregnancy and abortion. I wrote this because Leslie did not have much of a back story and for some reason, I kinda have a soft spot for her. As a matter of fact, most of this chapter is from Leslie's point of view...
This also takes place before the events of Blank Page, which I'll be continuing soon. The usual disclaimers.
Penthouse of Cat Grant, later that evening.
In the 27 years of her existence, Leslie Ann Willis never felt as safe as she does tonight. She sat on the sectional, with Kara Danvers to her left and Cat Grant to her right. Cat's son Carter was off with his dad. It was just the three of them, Leslie and the two women who loved her more than anything.
Whether she was motormouth host if FM talk, or the outrageous electrified villain LiveWire, Leslie WIllis always was the picture of confidence, some would say overconfidence. But tonight, she was simply Les, an orphan who for most of her life was alone in the world. A Les who had to gather all the strength she ever had for this moment. For tonight, Leslie Ann Willis had a tale to tell.
"Siobhan was worried about you, Sparks," the nickname that Kara gave to Leslie, alluding to Les' ability to generate electricity that she has used both as a villain and a hero. Les smiled slightly at that, the two metahumans being close friends and occasional partners in crime.
Cat, of course being Cat, wanted to get to the point of all this. "So...what is it?"
Leslie now had her self in an upright fetal position, finding herself in the unusual (for her) position of gathering enough courage to tell the story. Finally she spoke. She spoke about Supergirl and how she rescued the people at the woman's clinic. About what Supergirl said about souls waiting their turn at birth. She softly kissed Kara for that.
She then spoke of Cat and how she gave her a chance when no one would, how Cat believed in her when no one would. Then how Cat believed in her after she tried to kill her, when even Cat should not (part of that was Kara's insistence for another chance) . How every moment of her life was dedicated to proving that their belief was not a mistake. She softly kissed Cat for that.
She took a deep breath...and finally told the tale...
"Before you found me, Cat...before I got into radio...I had been in about 10 foster homes. Or as I called them, 'ten escalating levels of hell." One more abusive than the next. Nothing sexual, thank God for that, but I alternated from being a punching bag and that thing you shouted at. And some of these pieces of shit mad Banshee sound like a quiet night in the desert...
"I had just turned 15 when I hit number 10. This one was the worst. They were racist, all kinds of phobic, big-time Bible-thumpers. I firmly believed that they took me in because they felt that Satan was living inside of me and they wanted to cast the demon out of me. Of course some of my actions in the home gave them the evidence they needed about that demon...
"But there was this one guy...Carl. He was my step dad. And he was not like the others. He was the most beautiful man I had ever met. Dark hair, brown eyes, about 5'11..." Les smiled at the memory. "He was smart and funny and actually seemed to care about me. That had never happened. Ever.
"Eve wasn't like that. Eve was Carl's wife. She had blonde hair, big boobs, and a crappy attitude. I think she married him solely because he could be a sperm donor. However it seems that his sperm didn't take. I saw the parade of men come into the house and go into her bedroom well Carl was working. Carl was an auto salesman, I think he did Dodges. Sometimes he stayed at work past midnight. That was long enough for you to do whatever she did with whatever guy she picked up.
"And she was mean Carl. For some reason I can't fathom he loves that woman. But every time I saw him try to show her affection, she turned it away. I felt sorry for him, and angry at her.
"So, one day I asked if I could tag along with Carl to work. I told Eve that I thought it would be interesting to see what a car salesman does. I lied...I had no interest in car sales at all, but I had even less interest in having to deal with Eve and her booty call of the night. I also promised Carl I'd be quiet and stay out of everyone's way...
" ...and at the dealership, for once in my life, I was as obedient as I ever could get. I smiled, nodded my head when I was asked if I was Carl's daughter, nodded again when the customers said what a cute girl I was. Model citizen and all that..." There were some giggles from Kara and an audible snort from Cat as Leslie continued.
"Well it was about 10:30 that night. Carl and I were the last ones there. He was finishing up paperwork, but he had already clocked out. He wasn't in any hurry to go home. And we both knew why...
"'Carl,' I asked...I didn't call him Daddy or anything like that, probably because like all of my other 'coffee breaks' they wouldn't be my parents long, anyway. I was my usual blunt self on that question, of course. 'Why do you stay with her? It's clear she doesn't love you, and you deserve someone better...' He stopped writing, put down his pen, scooted his chair over to me and looked at me. He told me that they both believed the same things when they first met, about the Bible and all that. He changed, she didn't. Her family was just as fundamental and judgemental as she had become. And she expected babies that didn't come...that's why they brought me in.
"Carl said he thought about leaving, but he didn't believe in divorce and it was his duty to stay. I told him that he was to good of a man to go through that. That he was handsome and smart and he deserved someone who was not going to treat him like crap. He smiled...he had the most beautiful smile for a man...and said that no one had said anything like that to him for a long time. I told him that I meant it...and I did. I took his hand and looked him in the eye. 'Of all the fathers I've had, you are the best. You're sweet and amazing and you deserve the best!" And then I kissed him on the cheek...
"And I don't know why, but I kissed him again...on the lips. He looked surprised and shocked. And then he kissed me back. And...we just kept kissing..."
Kara looked curious, Cat looked a bit shocked, and Les continued to tell the tale...
"And for the next three months we kept going, finding new excuses to spend time with each other. I never had a summer like I had then...of course until I met you two. Eve kept screaming scripture and hellfire at both of us, I guess she was figuring what was going on, of her calling me a slut and a jezebel...whatever that meant...was any indication. Long story short, one morning I threw up harder than I ever did. I hadn't missed a period but I got Carl to take me to a doctor. He knew one who he trusted to keep a secret. By the end of the afternoon, I knew that I was pregnant.
"Some men would have dumped me, but it was Carl who took care of me, driving me around, making sure I ate right, holding me when I needed it. I had started to show after about four months, but Carl stayed with me. That is until one night..."
Leslie paused. Her bottom lip started to tremble. Kara and Cat knew she had to finish the story her own way. They did not judge, but they knew that Leslie and Carl had something between them that society would not understand. Kind of like three women in love with each other...
Leslie very quietly talked about that night. That there was yelling and cursing and crying. She knew Carl told about herself and him, that she was pregnant, that he was the father, and that he was not ashamed of it.
What happened next went so fast for Leslie. First, Carl stormed out of the bedroom then out of the house. Eve then made some frantic phone calls, all the while yelling something about some home near National City. Bags packed, two burly bearded men and an equally burly woman showed up and almost instantly the bags were thrown the back of a white 2000 Plymouth Voyager, then Leslie was thrown in the back seat of that van between the afore mentioned two burly men. It was the last Leslie saw of Eve.
It was also the last she saw of Carl. In between the woman who was driving singing various and sundry hymns off key, there was radio that was locked into one of those religious radio stations that occasionally did five minutes of news to keep the FCC happy. It was a long drive through the desert, and Leslie sat quietly, trying to figure out a next move. Then the news came on. There was an accident just outside of the town they just left. Hit and run. A truck ran into a 2005 red Stratus...
Carl drive a red Stratus, from the dealership.
The driver of the truck and a female passenger ran off. The truck was stolen of course. The driver of the Stratus was pronounced dead at the scene. Leslie broke into tears when she heard the name. And when she retold the story...
"It was Carl..." Les burst into tears and clung to her two lovers as if letting go would mean the end of all existence, and they to her. There was still no judgement, they just sat on either side, Cat to her left, Kara to her right, and continued to hold her and she continued the story through tears...
"He was going to take out all of his own money...he was going to come back for me...and we were going away somewhere..." Kara kissed Leslie's cheek, while Cat spoke softly. She was 15 once and she knew how feelings were amplified. "Les, darling, men often say that."
Leslie knew that Cat was being her logical self, but she was a bit defensive anyway. "After all that, I checked. There was a Robbins Bros. in that town. He bought and engagement ring. My size..."
"And while all that was happening, I found out where they were taking me. Some Christian prison for 'troubled teens' called Straightways. I knew that I had lost everything, except two things...myself, and my baby..."
"You wanted the baby..?" Kara wondered after all Leslie had said about how she got in her situation. Les replied, "Don't you see...Carl was the only thing that mattered to me. That baby inside me was the only thing I had left of him. I had to get away...
"We stopped at an Arco right outside of National City, I said that I needed to go to the bathroom, which was true. I also told one of the burly boys that I had medication in one of my bags...the one that had my underwear, other clothes, phone and charger.
"The gave me my bag...and took my chance. I bolted like a motherfucker from the car, rand between cars and gas pumps like I was Olympic runner. And I was preggers.
"Thankfully, the two goons were actually human hippos so I lost them. Unfortunately me and the baby did not fare that well. I did keep running, but the pains in my stomach were getting worse. I did have the two bucks to get on a bus to get into town. The pains were now starting to get intense...I was looking for an emergency room to at least do something about the pain.
"The pain had become unbearable when I saw the sign "National City Women's Clinic." I pushed the button, the bus stopped and I pretty much stumbled out of of it. Then I felt one sharp stab of pain...and then I blacked out in parking lot...
Story to be continued...
Additional notes:
I'll finish Leslie's story in the next chapter, plus what happens after with her, Kara, and Cat. I've never been a pregnant woman, so I hope I got the tone right.
I also know that this combination (LIveSuperCat) is not of everyone's choosing, but I have received positive reviews on this public and private, and as I said, I have a soft spot for Brit Morgan who plays LW.
Anyway, I hope you liked this...and please leave a positive or critical critique...those things, as I have said many times, are lifeblood.
