Her name is Catherine. Catherine Grant. She says you can call her Cat. You smile, and say her name slowly, it sounds strange on your tongue, your alien tongue doesn't know how to work it. But you like it. Something about it is nice...
Again. Cat. Like the animal in the alley is a cat. Seems oddly fitting, you think, and smile softly at her, holding Kal by the hand so he doesn't escape.
It's been months since you saw her last, and you say you're fifteen now. On Krypton you would have been inducted to a section now that you would serve in, but here, you're as free as a bird. They fly high above you, and it's not so high you realized quite quickly by accident, when you realized you could also fly. And you have. You smirk at the memory, but push it away for the moment. It's forbidden to fly, and even more to tell anyone, so you don't. Only when you're alone, do you chance it. And then Kal laughs at you. He can fly too, but doesn't know how to work it yet. That, could be a blessing in disguise, considering the importance of hiding it.
Seeing is believing they say, and you definitely believe that Catherine Grant is somehow special. She stands out from the rest, and you don't know what to make of that. They don't seem to notice, the people in the city, but you do. You've always been perceptive, Alura said. And now, you know she's different. You don't understand it, or why your heart jumps at the mention of her name, like now. She's not here, but you've been doing your homework and you can read a tiny bit now. And this is something she wrote, Lois tells you. You read it avidly, what you can read of it.
You treasure this piece of paper with your heart, like you treasure Kal. You're so lost in it, distracted by her words that you don't even feel it when a bike crashes right into you and people stop. They don't stop because you might be injured, they stop because the bike is lying on the floor, mangled. You, haven't budged. You stand as before, and realize what just happened.
But you have no time to react, no time to move, until Lois pulls you away from the staring crowd and into an alley beside a store, Kal at your hip, clutching your skirt.
"What happened back there, Kara?" Lois asked in awe as she crouched before you. You just stutter as she does the human thing and checks your legs for an injury, and looks at you curiously when she finds not a scratch on your skin, not a speck of blood anywhere. "How... are you not hurt?"
"Um... I..." You stutter, panicked, unable to speak, unsure of how. What do you say? What can you say to cover your secret now?
"Kara... I need you to explain to me what happened back there. I won't tell anyone." She says.
You gape for a second, unsure of how she could know. But then, she's perceptive too, just like you. You realize then keeping a secret from her would be impossible, she knows way too much already for her young at heart mind.
You stare at her, unsure, and then sigh sadly, nodding at her.
"I'm... different." You mutter, and she smiles slightly, though she's obviously shocked, and stands, taking you by the hand.
"Come with me. I need to hear all about this." She says softly, and leads you back to her home. "It's okay, you're safe with me darling."
You smile slightly at the nickname, despite your tears that you're trying to hold back, and nod simply, tugging Kal along. You don't know what to do next, and only hope she doesn't make you leave. Because you're an alien. That's what they call you here. And aliens are bad, you've gathered that.
They make films about aliens, you've watched one, don't know what they make of it. So you just walk. Whatever you can do, you can keep walking. And smiling. Because you've also seen a movie about a hero. And you like those movies a lot. Whatever it is, you have to be ok.