AHHH I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG!

and this chapter is totally really short, I'm so sorry. Long story short, I have celiac disease, got majorly glutened, questioned all my life choices for 2 weeks while having a variety of symptoms, and now I'm back.

This chapter is my attempt to get over gluten-induced writer's block (it's real, I swear! look up celiac disease) So - feedback and advice would really be appreciated. ESPECIALLY SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT YAYYYY. I'm hoping to get back in the swing of things soon!

Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Disclaimer: still don't own Supergirl


"Are you in pain?"

A DEO doctor bustled around the examination table in the medical ward.

"Not much," the agent shook her head. It was only half a lie. Her head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, and she had found out her ankle was fractured, on top of all the bruises and scrapes she was sporting. A fracture meant a cast and Alex hated having her mobility limited in any way.

Still, it was Kara that Alex was most worried about.

The girl was sitting in a chair across the room, blond hair falling around her face as she stared at the floor.

After the initial panic and fear of what had happened at the warehouse wore off, the young Kryptonian had completely shut down.

"What are you thinking, kiddo?" Alex waved off the doctor and eased herself off the examination table.

Kara glanced up at her briefly and Alex was shocked to see how dull her usually lively eyes were.

"I don't know."

Kara looked back down at the floor, clearly done with the conversation.

If you could call that a conversation, Alex reflected, worrying her bottom lip.

"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Alex limped over to Kara, trying to keep the concern in her voice to minimal levels.

Kara just shook her head.

That was okay. It had been a rough day for everyone. Kara probably just needed time to process. Heavens knew the girl had a lot to think about.

Another agent drove them home and Alex quickly set up a bed for the agent, who was also going to be staying with them for the night as a precaution.

Alex started seriously worrying when she came back from setting up the guest room to find Kara sitting on the couch staring at the wall, in the exact same position she had been in when Alex had left.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Alex carefully sat down beside the young Kryptonian.

Kara spared her a brief glance.

"Okay."

"Do you want to make dinner together?" Alex offered. "Or we could watch a movie or…"

"I want to go outside." Kara got up.

"Okay, want me to come?" Alex stood as well.

"No, I think I would like to be alone." Kara gave Alex the briefest moment of eye contact before heading for the door.

Okay. So Kara didn't want to talk. That was fine. She just needed time.


Fast forward 24 hours and Kara had barely spoken or eaten. Alex was starting to go kind of crazy, unsure if had been something she had said to Astra, or maybe Kara blamed her for Astra leaving or… Well Alex could think of about fifty reasons Kara might hate her. But her every attempt at conversation ended in the Kryptonian shutting her down.

But who was she to talk to Kara? Alex was keenly aware that her very presence at the abandoned warehouse had forced Kara to stand between her and Astra. Her being there had brought the DEO, which had brought kryptonite and caused Kara to witness one of two of her living relatives to be shot in front of her and forced to flee.

What does one say?

"I'm sorry I made your life, which has already been unbelievably unfair, even worse."

"I wish you didn't have to defend me against your possibly homicidal aunt who left you because my employers showed up."

"I'm sorry you're stuck with me."

"I'm sorry I can't be what you need. I'm sorry I can't give you what you deserve."

So as Kara withdrew, Alex took a step back also.


Soon it seemed that they were simply coexisting, Kara wandering the halls like a ghost, staring at spaces where nothing was, Alex trailing behind & silently worrying.


The most Alex heard Kara's voice was when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. In those moments, Kara seemed to actually need her, but then in the morning, she retreated back into the shell she was becoming.


The agent assigned for extra security left.

Nothing changed.

It seemed like years ago that they had gone to the city together, since Alex had heard Kara laugh for the first time.

Maybe that moment had just been a dream.


Day six, Winn knocked on the door, asking if Kara was around and okay, bright blue eyes clouded with worry. Alex ended up having to send him away, telling him that the teen was sick.


Day eight, Alex was desperate. She didn't want to push Kara, didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to. But they weren't getting anywhere.

She decided to give Kara a little more time.


A week and a half after encountering Astra, Alex did the only thing she could think of.

She called her mom.


Plz help me get over writer's block

Question of the day: fruits or veggies?