Hello, hello :)

So... Many of you asked for more chapters. Many of you see this story going further. Good news : I will be adding other chapters. I don't know how many, probably less than ten because my studies don't allow me a lot a free time... but well... at least three more I think :) Happy?

I wanna thank you for supporting me : we reached 100 followers last week! Really it's awesome, keep it up :) It's the best reward I can get, with you impression and advices on my work. Thank you so so so much !

Also, I will try to write as quickly as I can, however, it is always hard for me to write in english and it takes time. I will let you know if I need three weeks to write a good chapter :p I hope you will be patient with me ;)

Also, I couldn't help myself, but I introduced some french into the story. Sorry-not-so-sorry :D

Here is chapter four :) I hope you like it :p

See you around, hopefully in two weeks :) And enjoy season 2's premiere (praying for SuperCat)

« Qui êtes-vous? »

« My name is Cat Grant. I am here to see Supergirl. »

Crossing an entire ocean to see the love of her life had been, by far, the most stupidest and yet, romantic act she had ever done. To be honest, Cat hated planes. Scared of hights, she had been on the edge of a panic attack. What wouldn't she do for Supergirl? What wouldn't she do for Kara? Bothered by a crying baby, then with a babbling neighbor, Cat Grant had arrived to Marseille tired as ever, barely walking straight. She had lost herself into a way too big airport. The sun was up, the day seemed warm. Good. She had scouted the streets under a beautiful sun, wearing her high heels, and lost herself further into the city. She even walked through the famous harbor. All day long, she had been searching for Kara, and never stopped. Not even to eat, or rest. Not even to drink or breathe. She couldn't. She needed Kara. She needed Kara like she needed air, like she needed the sun.

During the day, she had regretted not learning her french enough while she was at school. She could see all those peaceful Marseillais walking towards the sea, happy and innocent. Did they know that they were sheltering the most important hero of the century? Did they know who she was? Cat tried. She tried to ask for her route. She couldn't understand anything. Apart from « croissant » and « bonjour ».

If it wasn't for Alex, she would have never found the military base where the superhero was being held.

They almost shot her, when she walked into the building, unannounced. Did she look like a terrorist? No. She was a broken woman. Broken, barely living. But they were right to be cautious, especially after the many targeted attack this country had been through lately.

She had almost been shot.

At this point, she didn't even care anymore. She didn't mind bullets, blood and pain. She just wanted to see Kara. Kara who had been gone for more than a year. Kara, her smile, her body. It took her hours to convince the authority that she was a close friend to the dead girl lying inside their base. But every minute was worth the risk.

Every minute away from Kara were a burden.

Every second apart were hell.

They had accepted her visit, and made her wait into a small room filled with empty chairs. Empty chair, like Kara's office now. Everything was so silent. Peaceful. It reminded her of her own office. She sighed.

She was so not used to be away from CatCo.

Her head was heavy, and so were her eyelid. The blond woman didn't want to fall asleep. What if they came for her? What if something happened? What if Kara needed her?

Kara is dead, and she is never coming back.

That night, Cat had made a dream. She had dreamt that Kara was alive, and well. She had dreamt that they lived happily in a beautiful house by a lake. Children were running around, their children. There was a little girl, called Mary, and then a boy, Peter. They were happy… God, she was just so beautiful. So happy. It was only just a dream. A dream she didn't want to abandon.

That night, she had slept on a chair, without a cover, or a pillow.

Suddenly, she jolted awake. Coldness had awoken her. The room was dark and empty. She shivered, holding herself tight. A small bottle of water and a chocolate bar were lying on the ground, in front of her, gift from her soldier friend, who, after seeing such a beautiful woman in such a bad condition, had decided to take care of her. They were nice, and galant. For once. Ah, les français…

Cat had been tempted to drift back to sleep. To forget about it and just enjoy this other life that was given to her. See Mary, Peter and Kara… After all, what was there for her to do anyway? She had to wait. Again and again. And as hours kept on flying by, she felt more and more anxious about meeting her beloved assistant. She imagined their tender reunion, filled with love and care. She imagined smelling her perfume after so long… She had so many things to tell her.

What would it be like, to face death? How close was she willing to go?

She shook her head. She couldn't think about this. She couldn't imagine her still face when she had seen her laugh and cry. Couldn't picture her immobile lips when she had spent hours babbling in her office.

For hours, no living soul came to visit her. Nothing. No one. Maybe it was for the best? Maybe she needed some time alone after all? Despite this macabre trip, she enjoyed the free time she was getting. It had been years, centuries ever since her last holidays. Carter's birth, CatCo…She was juggling between two full time jobs, and she had been doing okay. Or at least she liked to think so. France, from what she had seen walking by the neighborhood, was truly a beautiful country. She loved the smell of the Boulangerie, and the noise of the sea. Her teenage self had always wanted to visit Paris, the Eiffel Tower, find love. Wasn't it supposed to be the city of light? The city of love? She had always promised herself that she would go there, one day. And now, here she was. Living in a dream. But Kara was gone, wasn't she? What kind of life could she live without her?

Then, finally, a soldier came to seek her. She held her body was ready.

« Madame Grant, vous pouvez entrer. »

She shrugged and got up right away. Despite her tiredness, she hurried to the door. He did just say that she could come right? How was she supposed to know? She couldn't understand any french. From his eyes, she guessed it was a yes. He looked nice. Young. He reminded her of Adam. She sighed.

One, two, three steps.

She stopped.

Panicked.

This was her friend lying behind this door. Did she really want to do this?

No.

Yes.

She took a step further. The door behind her closed soundly, echoing inside the white room. It was too late to give up on Kara. Way too late to turn her back and leave. For a minute, the woman remained at the entrance, not sure to be able to move. Kara that was resting underneath the white blanket that covered her body. Kara…

The room was cold, and empty. Had she been here long? Wasn't she cold? Her stretcher was situated in the middle of the room, proudly under the lamp's light. It was the only thing present in the room. It was hers. Kara's stretcher. The sheet drew the outline of her perfectly still body. Whatever was lying underneath was pure beauty and she knew it. She knew that even in death, she would still be the most perfect person that existed on earth.

Cat Grant hesitated in front of the girl's covered body, not willing to disturb her peaceful sleep. She took a deep breath.

Removed the sheet.

« Kara… » She whispered.

The girl's pale face was emotionless. No smile on her lips, no glitter inside of her blue eyes. Her former assistant was only sleeping. Sleeping forever staring into the emptiness of the room, her long curly hair running over her shoulders. Cat had called her many times her guardian angel. Today she truly was. Even in death, she was perfection, if it wasn't for the severals cuts and wounds that covered her body. She did not have the chance to recover from her travel into space. Did you touch the stars? How do they feel like? You must have seen so much… Cat Grant let her finger run smoothly on the girl's face, drawing the outline of her perfect features. I always liked your lips. They seem soft just like a rose petal. Delicate. Too much for her. Kara was as cold as ice, but her hair was, as she imagined it to be, still soft and smelled like cherry. The CEO smiled. Kara did use a conditionner. She lingered on her cold, immobile lips, wondering how they tasted like. Sugar, maybe. Vanilla? Supergirl was even more beautiful than she expected, terribly dead and yet crowned with pride and courage. The strong light of the hospital lamp enlightened her, making her look even less human. Because she wasn't human.

« Wake up. » She whispered, suddenly, urging for her lips to move, for her eyes to open.

Please wake up.

The blond woman took the dead girl's hand in hers, trying to warm it up, hoping it would be enough to wake her up. It was cold, lifeless. How could these fingers she used to brush when she took her latte every morning could be so frozen? So this was how death was like?

Wake up.

The feeling of her skin against hers made her heart quiver. She could be awoken right? She was an alien, she had survived Krypton's explosion. She had been through so much, hell, she had survived her for three years. How could she not survive a trip to space? She was Supergirl for heaven's sake!

Wake up, Kara.

« You are not dead. You can't be dead. »

A loud sob escaped her throat unwillingly, as tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was now holding her lifeless body against hers, burying her blond head into the girl's chest to cover her sobs. Cover her fears. It felt right. It felt home, and safe. She wished Kara's arms would rest in her back, and hold her as much as she could. Until she could no longer breathe. She wanted her to pull her into a warm embrace. Thinking about it, Kara did held her, once. It had been on the balcony, a few days before her death. She had hugged her as Supergirl and her world had ended. If only she knew. If only she cared. It was too late. Instead, Cat clung into her as if she could just disappear. A year without her. A year of nightmares and pain. She was drowning and her body was her lifeboat.

I never got to spend much time with you. I never got to teach you how… not to be afraid of the world. And I never got to… tell you how wonderful I think you are. I never got to tell you how much you meant to me. But I am your biggest fan, Kara Danvers. I believe in you. I trust you. You can make it. How can you be so quiet? How can you let them do this to you. I know you. You are a fighter. You have to show me that you are willing to fight. As long as I am with you, I don't care. How can you sleep so deep when the world shatters into pieces in your absence? How can you not do something, Kara, how?

I won't let you go… Never let you go… Kara… I beg you… Come back to me.

Come back to me If you care about me.

Come back to your family.

We need you.

They need you.

I need you.

I am in love with you.

I love you, just… Don't leave me alone.

Kara… Don't let me be alone.

Wake up.

And then she heard it. For a minute of two, she thought she was hallucinating. She thought she was only noticing what she wanted to be, imagining the impossible.

Her heart began to race, pounding in her chest. Her eyes grew wider and wider as the hospital clock was making ticking noises.

It couldn't be, right? The chances were miserable. To hope, was a thing. To live through this, was another.

But she heard it again.

And again.

And then her heart exploded.

It was small. It was weak. It was something.

What? How? Why?

« Hold on, Kara » She whispered.

Her head was resting on her chest, caressing the soft exposed skin. Naked. She was completely naked under her covers. Naked, weak, alive. She was alive. She could hear the small heartbeats. Faint pulse. There was still hope.

She had to act fast before it's too late. She had to do something! Save her life. Walking worryingly around the room, she found herself thinking of what she had learnt in Kara's article about Supergirl. Her lips quivered. Favorite flower, color, stories about Krypton. What did Supergirl need to heal?

The woman screamed.

Sun. She needed sunlight.

What time was it? Would it be as sunny as the day before? Was it worth the risk?

Yes. Yes. She had crossed an ocean, had lost herself into this french jungle to find her. Now that she had, she would go as far she needed to.

There was no time to waste. Pushing her stretcher, Cat ran out the room, escaping with her superhero's almost lifeless body. Faith. You need to have faith. Her high heel were slamming against the cold hard ground. She had wings. She was flying. She could do this. She could save Kara. She had hope.

She ignored the soldiers threats and calls.

She ignored her aching toes from having ran around this building wearing high heels.

She ignored her beating heart.

Ignored the gun pointed at her.

She just ran, ran until she could find the light again. She would have ran until the end of the world.

Ready to break a window if she had to.

Ready to take a bullet.

« Madame, que faîtes-vous? »

« Vous n'avez pas le droit d'être ici! »

They were pointing their weapons at her, willing to shoot if she didn't stop. Only she couldn't. She had to save Supergirl. They followed her, carefully, thinking she might be dangerous. Crazy. Her golden hair was messed up, her eyes red from sleep-depravation. She had to be crazy to think that she, simple human, could save the most powerful human being. Crazy maybe, faithful even more.

But Cat had faith. And after crossing a few corridors, the CEO found a way to access a little garden, and hurried herself outside, whisking the white blanket to reveal the weak body to the beautiful and truly warm sun. Her skin began to sparkle, literally absorbing the power of the red star above them. The woman smiled softly, holding her friend's hand.

In no time, the both of them were surrounded by agent, soldiers, threatened in a language Cat ignored. Their tensed body were coming closer and closer to her. She was ready to fight. She was ready to stand upon anyone who would try to touch her girl.

Her girl.

One of them, the young guard from earlier, suddenly pushed her in the ground, before controlling her every move. Cat Grant was biting the dust.

« She needs sun! She needs sun to heal. » She screamed, again and again, hoping they could hear her.

Hoping for a sensed person to understand her.

Hoping for a miracle.

They found her desperate. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was. Maybe Kara was dead and what she had heart was only the product of her imagination. It didn't matter. Not anymore. Cat needed for Kara to live, for her superhero to breathe. Cat needed to believe that she could make it.

After a year of believing that the blond had been gone, after finding a little glimpse of hope, she held on to that to never let it go. Kara needed sun, and time. That was what she was trying to give her.

The soldier was cuffing her now, keeping her from making another silly move. Touching her body, crushing her under his weight.

« She is dead, ma'am » he coldly said, with his thick french accent.

How could he be so sure? Did he had touched her? Felt her pulse?

She wanted to slap him for destroying her hope.

She is no dead.

I've felt it. She is going to be fine. Please… Don't tear my love away from me.

I can't lose her again. I just can't.

A tear escaped from her green eyes, hitting the ground silently. Now would be a good time for Supergirl to wake up. Cat urged a last glance at the lifeless body. Kara wasn't moving. Kara wasn't recovering.

Kara was dead.

She struggled and screamed. She hurt the soldier and ran back to the stretcher.

They clubbed her, and she fell on the ground.

They were screaming in french. She couldn't understand. She was lost, and scared.

She closed her eyes, and abandoned her fight, sobbing loudly. Drowning into despair.

The gun was against her head, cold, heavy.

She had hoped. She had failed.

She had been willing to help her out. Not even the sun could wake her up. Nothing could wake her up.

Because she was dead.

And Cat was going to die too…

Her last thoughts went to those she loved most of all. She thought about Carter she was about to abandon, Adam her newly found first child. And Kara, to whom she would be reunited in death.

« No ! »

To be continued...