Chapter Ten: Interactions.

Carol Danvers dressed in a sleek red dress that showed enough of her curves to give a hint of things to come, but it was modest enough to show that she was a woman of high standards. She wore a pair of see through stockings that clung to her sensual, but muscular legs, along with a pair of knee high boots that added to the allure of her. The woman stretched herself out by the front door and there was a smile that crossed her face when she rose up on the tips of her toes.

She honestly couldn't believe her fortune sometimes and she thought that something would happen. It wouldn't be Harry's fault or her fault, but something always goes wrong.

"Hi, Carol," he said and Carol looked up, to see Harry dressed in a nice suit. It suited him well. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself," Carol said with a smile and he leaned in to take her arm.

"So shall we?" Harry asked.

"Of course, lead the way," Carol commented, when the two of them walked into a very exclusive club.

Carol whistled, she never thought that she would see the inside of a place like this. At least off of the clock, on the clock was another matter entirely because criminals hid out in public.

"It helps to have connections in high places," Harry said and Carol smiled. She saw many people being turned away from the front door when they walked inside.

The two of them walked inside without a hitch and without any kind of problem.

"I can see that," Carol said, and the music actually wasn't as over the top as some of it was.

"It's all on me," Harry told her, and Carol smiled, who was she to deny a free meal.

"You know, it's kind of weird," Carol commented and Harry raised his eyebrow.

"The being out on a date with me thing?" Harry joked and Carol looked at him, blinking. "I can see why that might be kind of surreal, but don't worry, I don't bite, unless you ask me extremely nicely."

"You know, I might have to take you up on that later," Carol said with a smile on her face, and she shook her head. "But the thing that's surreal is that the two of us are together and no one is trying to kill us. And…"

"You're half expecting someone to come along and ruin it, aren't you?" Harry asked her.

The two of them sat down at a table and waited for food to be delivered. The blonde shifted against him.

"It's been a while since I've done the date thing," Carol said, shaking her head. "I mean, first there's been all the training at the military, where I joined the air force. Then there's the incident with that alien artifact that took about twenty years off my life. I could have died, so that isn't exactly a recommended fountain of youth."

Harry just smiled at her. "But you looked pretty good before then."

"I did, but that's just the art of working your ass off to maintain a good body," Carol said and Harry smiled. "And quite the ass to work off if I have to say so myself."

"I wasn't going to say anything," Harry said, taking a moment to dig into his food. "That's all on you Miss Danvers."

"I guess that I walked into that one," Carol said to him and she smiled. Her costume pretty much emphasized that point. "And to find out that the artifact was Kree…."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about our work tonight," Harry said firmly.

Carol shook her head and she gave a sigh. "I know…..is it that bad that my work has become my life?"

"We do need to change that, and soon," Harry suggested to her and he smiled, taking a drink with good grace. "There are ways to cope."

"And you've somehow turned out normal despite all of the balls that you've thrown up in the air, Sorcerer Supreme, head of a major multi-national corporation, consultant to SHIELD," Carol said, ticking off numerous fingers.

"Sorcerer Supreme is a job I've been preparing for, for half of my life, so that's no big deal, the corporation pretty much runs itself because I've painstakingly chosen people who I know will take care of the major day to day stuff, and really, consultant?" Harry asked with a smile. "I think that you're confusing me with Stark. Granted, if I'm being paid for any consulting work, my check must have got lost in the mail."

Harry placed his palm underneath his chin and mused thoughtfully.

"But, then again ,I'd happily accept money to give Fury a hard time when he's out of line," Harry said.

"I really thought that you were there under an official capacity," Carol said.

There were all kinds of rumors. Sometimes it was really difficult to separate the fiction from reality.

"Fury wants me on sight as a field agent, but you know, that's happening, although if I only got paired with female agents, I might be enticed enough to think about it," Harry said with a smile on his face.

"There's no shortage of attractive female agents who want to jump you, in both SHIELD and SWORD," Carol said, before she shook her head and sighed.

Harry raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. "Would you happen to be amongst them, Miss Danvers?"

"Never mind," Carol commented with a smile.

"And you forgot part time Avenger for the record," Harry told her.

"I didn't forget, I just didn't know if that still counted," Carol said, and she shifted her arms. "You show up in more places than Wolverine sometimes."

"Hey, that guy still has a leg up on me," Harry said defensively, taking a drink.

"And it's been a long time, I haven't seen the inside of my apartment in a year, I've almost forgotten what it looked like," Carol said and she could feel Harry's hands lightly rub her shoulders. He stopped when she turned around to look at him. She frowned at him. "I didn't say to stop."

Harry smiled and continued to give her a shoulder rub. She was so tense that he thought that she needed one and he did have some magic hands. They would need to be put to some good use other than slaying demons and crazy wizards and all that shit. So, he decided to help an old friend.

"Well, tonight you're going home, and getting a fresh reminder of what it looks like," Harry said to her, and that was not a suggestion, rather it was a statement of fact.

"Who am I to deny such a request?" Carol asked and she looked into Harry's eyes.

"And I believe that I also promised you a dance," Harry told her.

"So, you did," Carol muttered and Harry lead her out on the dance floor. His hands rested against her waist and lightly touched it, pulling her onto the dance floor.

It had been a long time, and Carol returned the favor, resting her hands on Harry's hips. She tried to resist the urge to feel him up. At least in public, when they were back in the apartment, she made no promises.

Carol was surprised, pleasantly so, when Harry dipped her and nearly touched her down to the ground. He pulled her back up to her feet and the two of them went face to face with each other. They were nearly touching nose to nose.

"What?" Harry asked with a smile on her face.

Carol knew that Harry was trying to work her up into a frenzy and she cleared her throat. Two could play that game. The blonde beauty had a sultry grin appear on her face when her hands started to roam all over Harry's body.

"Two can play that game," Carol whispered, and Harry again spun her around, nearly backing her up against the wall, and the pulling her out in the middle of the dance floor.

The dance continued for some time, with both of them trying to psyche the other out. It was an interesting game of them trying to top this. Harry was ahead on points.

"So, are you ready to head on home?" Harry whispered in her ears. "I'll tuck you into bed and everything."

"Oh, I think that the night is still young," Carol said, and her fingers rested on his chest for a second. She teased him a little bit, trying to psyche him out.

She figured that he would be used to this by now, but it wasn't going to stop her from having the fun in trying.

Harry smiled and he rested his hand on the small of her back. He came inches away from traveling down towards a more private and intimate area, but he pulled out before he could reach that point.

"I think that tonight is still young, and we should make the most of it," Harry said and the two of them prepared to leave. "Don't worry about your car, I'll have someone take care of it in a minute and make sure it's safely back without a scratch."

"It's a rental anyway," Carol admitted, but a grin crept over her face never the less.

"A pretty good rental, aren't most of them…"

"Yes, but I figured that if I'm dating the best, I would have to show up in nothing less than the best," Carol said with a smoldering grin threatening to further break out on her face.

Harry wasn't going to lie, he couldn't argue with that. Then again he had a pretty high opinion of himself and not without good reason.

"Don't mind the mess, like I said, it's been a while."

Carol opened the door of her apartment, leading the way. She gave Harry a nice show, the dress that she wore wrapped snugly around her shapely ass. That was her best feature in her opinion. Not that the rest of her features were anything unremarkable or whatever.

"I don't mind the mess, and believe me, honey, I understand," Harry said, placing his finger on her lips and she smiled at the term of endearment.

Carol looked around. She wasn't about to deny that it wasn't damning as she thought.

She blinked when she saw it. If she couldn't confirm it with her own two eyes she wouldn't believe it. Yet it was there in living color. Her apartment, the disaster area that it was, had been cleaned nicely.

Carol smiled when she turned around.

"Well, I guess that magic does have a few interesting uses," Carol said with a smile and she really didn't recognize her house.

"I figured that I'd help you out, although I don't make a habit of using magic to clean that often, it takes some of the interpersonal effort out," Harry said.

"But the fact that you know the spells is pretty useful in a pinch," Carol said to him, and there was a wicked grin crossing her face. If she played her cards right, this would prove to be a memorable night for both her and Harry.

She just hoped that no one conspired to screw her over and cockblock her. That always could be a problem.

"Yes, they're pretty useful in a pinch," Harry told her, agreeing with her statement one hundred percent. "And I'm sure that given the circumstances, you can forgive me for taking a short cut."

Carol smiled when she saw the door to her bedroom blown out. She didn't know whether it was a hint or a sign. She would take it as both.

"You just sit there and make yourself comfortable, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable," Carol said and she slipped into her room.

Harry smiled, he could sense the lust coming off of her. This would prove to be a good night, especially considering that Carol was in desperate need of being laid.

"Harry, could you come inside for one minute?"

And she invited him into her bedroom, in who only knew what state of undress. Harry supposed that he could have looked through the door and taken a nice long look at what she had in store for him. It would kind of take the fun out of the situation, so he wasn't about ready to do that.

He entered the room and what he saw blew him completely away.

"I found an old costume of mind, it looks a bit ragged, and I had to make a few modifications to it," Carol said, and she dragged her tongue around her lips when she looked at Harry. "Tell me what you think?"

Harry smiled, it looked rather ragged all things considered, but he didn't think that was a bad thing. Far from the contrary, it was a pretty good thing. The costume had red material that stopped a little bit underneath her shapely breasts. The outline of her DD-Cup breasts was visible through the other side of the material and her nipples poked out to call to him. Her well defined abs were drool worthy, and the bottom half was almost like a thong, wrapped around her lower half. He could see a bit of moisture rise from the area around her crotch as well.

"I had to replace the boots, they were damaged," Carol said and she showed off the thigh high red stockings that she wore, along with the garter belt. She ran her fingers sensually across her muscular but sensual legs. "I think that you can agree that I have a more than serviceable replacement."

Harry whistled when he looked over how the material fit around her body. She looked extremely sexy. Then again someone with a body like hers could look sexy in anything or nothing at all.

"For sure," Harry commented for her.

"So, we didn't have a chance to have dessert, did we?" Carol asked. She ran her hands slowly over the curves of her body, feeling herself up with a smile on her face.

"Well I didn't want to spoil my appetite for later," Harry said and he walked over, placing his hands on her stocking clad legs and slowly working his fingers up.

He could see Carol's eyes fluttered over in lust. She wanted this bad, she needed this bad.

He was going to give this to her, hard, and heavy.

"You're skilled with your tongue," Carol remarked to him. "I've heard people talk about it, and I want you to…..you know what I want."

"I've had a few girls in my day, you don't have to spell it out," Harry said.

Carol raised her eyebrow at this potential mistruth. "Just a few?"

Harry smiled. "Lay back Miss Danvers, and prepare to get your mind blown in ways you never thought possible."

Carol gave a lustful sigh and propped herself up on her elbows. Her legs spread a little bit, ready for the attention that she thought that they deserved.

The duties of the Sorcerer Supreme were never done and Harry figured that despite everything that was going on, he had to fit them in.

He just got back from a realm where he had to deal with some hideous demons who sucked the life out of everything that they touched or even breathed on.

Harry dealt with the hideous creatures known as Dementors. These demons on the hand made those magical creatures look like an army of rabid girl scouts. Harry supposed that an army of girl scouts could be pretty dangerous in their own right, but that wasn't the point that Harry was really going for here.

His journeys throughout the realms were cataloged. From the point of view of this world, he had been only gone five minutes. He wasn't too sure about how long he was gone in the actual realm.

He was pretty sure that it was long.

There was another problem that Harry didn't foresee when he returned. It had to deal with something that was of legend in the world that he was born from. Thankfully a world that he left a long time ago, they didn't even know that he was there only long enough to curb stomp that pathetic excuse for a Dark Lord and pretty much sent him on a journey to his eternal torment.

The state that man's soul was in. Harry hoped that it was worth it. Then again, that dark Lord never planned on dying. So he was arrogant enough not to think of the consequences.

Harry showed him that the best laid plans of even the best of them often went horrifically awry. Anyone who had any experience with anything would tell you that.

He heard rumors that there were a few forces after a set of objects that could be really dangerous. And by could be, Harry meant that they were really dangerous.

They were called the unholy trinity of objects among many. On Earth, there was a legend amongst the wand wavers what they truly were. Harry doubted very much they were half as powerful as people believed that they were. At least they wouldn't make a mediocre wizard great.

They would potentially be dangerous tools in the hand of a powerful sorcerer that wouldn't really need them. Then again, bare hands would be a dangerous tool in the hands of a sufficiently powerful sorcerer.

"All of this bloodshed over a stupid little stick," Harry muttered, when he ran his hand over the holographic representative of what Strange and several other experts referred to as the Wand of Eternity.

It was also called the Elder Wand, but Harry preferred the Wand of Eternity name that much better. It just was fitting because those who quested for it often ended up with an eternity of torment.

"It must not be ultimate power, if people could lose it that easily," Harry said and he kept running through the list of former holders of the wand. The trail went completely cold after two hundred or so years back. "Or the object is cursed."

Given the potential rumored origins of the objects, Harry wouldn't be surprised. Such magical objects would be cursed, as they were passed down the lines. The person who created it might have intended it.

He knew the fairytale version of it. There might have been a kernel of truth to that tale.

"The trail ends here, but I can guess where it might have gone from there," Harry said, and he frowned.

The cloak was his by divine right, but his father gave it to Dumbledore. When Lily found that out, she flipped out something fierce. That was one of the reasons why she made an excuse to take Harry out of the country. Lily never forgot her roots in the Mundane World, unlike some Muggleborns who became enamored by magic and found out the cruel reality that there were no really good jobs out for them.

Unless they were willing to pay an arm and a leg to the goblins and forge paperwork to give them a fake bloodline, they didn't have too many options. Or they managed to become a mistress or a boy toy to an influential pureblood who didn't care about having casual sex with those of lesser blood.

"Journal entry," Harry said, recording the information for future reference. "The creatures have been destroyed. The person who let them out of their cage is after the Unholy Trinity but I'm not sure who it is. I have my ideas, all of them outlandish as the last."

All Harry would have to do was wait and see what would happen next.

It was a beautiful and tranquil evening in Smallville. Jean returned after her day out with Rogue, Kitty, and Ororo, and she moved completely in with Harry.

Kara turned up to join her when she was sitting out in the middle of the countryside in a field. Her eyes were closed.

'It's okay Kara, you can sit here,' Jean thought to her.

That caused her to jump up in surprise. The blonde felt that she had a blonde moment when she almost forgot that Jean could speak to her in her mind. Duh, that was obvious.

'I didn't want to bother you,' Kara thought, and she realized that Jean was in her mind. She was perfectly okay with it, or maybe because Jean's mental touch relaxed her.

"No, you're not bothering me," Jean said, opening up her eyes and she caused a blanket to extend out a little bit. Kara noticed that she was sitting on the top of it.

She sat down next to Jean, and the redhead barely smiled.

"So, how have you been holding up?" Jean asked her.

Kara sighed, loaded question might have been very loaded.

"Well, it's different, but I think that I'm getting used to it here on Earth, Lana, Chloe, and Claire have been showing me around the town today," Kara said. "We ran into a bit of a problem…."

"Meteor mutant of the week?" Jean asked and Kara blinked.

"Yeah…..every week, seriously?" Kara asked, and she was dumbstruck by these casual words from Jean.

"Yeah, it's pretty much every week," Jean said with a bright smile towards Kara and the blonde shifted her shoulders. "Actually not every week, but…"

"The guy looked like he was throwing a tantrum more than trying to kill everyone," Kara said and she cracked a grin. "Claire knocked him out with one finger to the chest."

"Well, I'm sure people might have expected a more climatic ending than that," Jean said and she folded her arms over her chest. She shifted herself back and enjoyed the sunset.

"I should really be asking how much you're holding yourself together," Kara said and Jean blinked.

"Harry helped me a lot out there," Jean said.

Kara smirked in spite herself. She knew exactly what Jean was driving at. The images from the asteroid, with Kara placing herself in Jean's place haunted her dreams over the past couple of days.

"Speaking of Harry, is he around anywhere?" Kara asked.

"Sorcerer Supreme like things, I think," Jean said and Kara nodded. "Where he has to fight a bunch of ugly demons with names that no one can pronounce without springing their tongue something fierce."

Kara blinked and she nodded. "I see."

The beautiful blonde had another question on her mind.

"If you're going to ask something, don't worry, I'll try and answer it," Jean said, she didn't want to read Kara's mind. She guessed that there might be something interesting that was going in the back of her mind.

The body language she had when they talked about Harry, Jean knew more than enough. The redhead's lips curled into a nice little grin.

"So, what's on your mind?" Jean asked. "Other than Harry."

Kara was about ready to protest, but she couldn't even deny it. She couldn't lie with a straight face at any time.

"Okay, fine, he's been on my mind, but can you blame me?" Kara asked. It didn't help that Chloe and Lana had spent the day singing his praises, without coming out and saying anything. Claire was more subtle about it.

What happened on the asteroid with Harry and Jean, that was the furthest thing away from subtle imaginable. She was introduced to the concept of wet dreams, which was only a quirk of a biology of Kryptonians who were produced through the process of child birth. Genetically created Kryptonians simply didn't have them.

That's what Lara told her anyway. The more that she knew the less that she understood.

"I can't blame you at all, Kara," Jean said, and she placed her hand on Kara's bare thigh.

The fact that the avatar of the Phoenix gave her so much attention also caused Kara's mind to go to some wild places. It was no secret that the Phoenix was worshipped on certain parts of Krypton as a larger than life deity and Kara thought about doing some own personal worshipping of her own.

She thought about it, but she didn't pull the trigger.

"You did want to ask me a question?" Jean asked Kara.

"Yeah, I did," Kara confirmed, finally finding her tongue. For some reason it felt lodged deep in the back of her throat and she couldn't spit two words out. "What's the deal between my cousin and Harry anyway?"

Jean frowned. "That's up to Claire to tell you about, you know."

Kara pouted suddenly. Jean saw that it was adorable, and she patted Kara on the head.

"Come on, that's what everyone's telling me ,there's something going on there, isn't it?" Kara asked, and Jean just smiled at her.

"You know, even if there was, you know that Harry isn't a one woman man to begin with," Jean said.

"Are you saying there is?" Kara asked, jumping on this one kernel of information, hoping to grab onto it. Even though she felt like she was grasping on thin air.

"Kara, I'm not saying that there is," Jean said patiently.

Kara wasn't going to be denied that easily. "But you're not saying there isn't, are you?"

"I'm not saying that there isn't, absolutely not," Jean said, this thing was taking an interesting turn. "I have a feeling that you should just ask Harry out."

That was rather direct and Kara had a moment of hesitation. Then she grew suddenly excited by what she could do.

"You know, I will," Kara said, she figured that she should jump on Harry….jump on the opportunity to ask Harry out while the iron was hot.

Jean could feel that there was a strong connection with Harry and Kara. There was a strong connection between the three of them. Strengthened even more by the attraction that both of them had to him but it wouldn't be there if they didn't have something common to begin with.

Kara jumped in there to fight despite a limited amount of training. She took personal responsibility for what happened even though she was fighting some extremely amazing odds out there.

Jean smiled, the two of them would get along pretty well.

Lois Lane returned to Smallville, hopefully to run into Harry Evans. She did, literally run into Harry Evans.

That wasn't anything new for her. That was just business as usual for Lois Lane.

"Hi, Lois, you know that we should stop meeting like this," Harry said.

"Yeah, at least it wasn't as bad as the first time I ran into you," Lois said without missing a beat. "You know, the time that I was in my car, and I almost smacked head first into you. And I'm still sorry about that by the way, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

Harry chuckled, Lois had been apologizing for that one for all of the time that he knew her. "You know, you weren't expecting me to pop out in front of you in some kind of magical vortex."

"True or not, I still feel bad about that," Lois said, and she shook her head. "Good to see you again, by the way, I don't know if I mentioned it in the middle of my self-loathing trip in the past. I've filed the story about the alien invasion, I hope it's good."

"It's fine," Harry said, with a smile on his face.

Since Harry ran the Planet, Lois would obviously want his approval. He did have to spring money for a proofreader for Lois's articles. She was improving, but given that she was dyslexic, that was understandable that she would make a few errors. She had such a way with words, that they drew a reader in, even if the first draft caused grammar Nazis around the world to cry misery.

"Oh, fine, just fine?" Lois asked.

"Lois, it's fine," Harry said to her with a smile.

"You know, in Harry language, that's pretty good."

Claire turned up to greet both of them outside of the gate.

"Oh, hey, Smallville, you've been keeping yourself busy after coming back from the dead," Lois said and Claire flinched. "What, too soon?"

Claire sighed, she was glad her death that could be spoken of so casually.

"It's always going to be too soon, Lois," Claire said and she had a bit of a knowing smirk on her face. "But, I'm doing well after it, if that's what you're asking."

"I see you made some new friends, and you punched one of them in the face," Lois said and Claire raised her eyebrow. "Well done, by the way, I approve."

Chloe, Lana, Gwen, Kara, and Jean all made their way out.

"This is Kara," Harry told Lois. "She's Claire's cousin."

"From the biological side of the family, right?" Lois asked and Harry nodded. "Right, I thought so."

Harry could see Gwen looking rather agitated about something and she had a portable computer in her hand, which had the thankfully muted image of J. Jonah Jameson coming up over it.

"I really need better press," Gwen said, shaking her head. "MJ and Betty are doing the best that they can, you know. But Jameson being on those jumbotrons twenty four/seven and spewing venom about Spider-Girl is a threat and a menace."

"He really is a living, breathing, walking, talking cartoon character," Chloe said, she would be more amused if her friend wasn't in distress.

"Maybe you can buy the Bugle next, and get Jameson kicked out," Lana suggested to Harry.

"Yeah, that's worth a shot," Lois said. "Of course, he could do something else like run for Mayor and really fuck things up."

Gwen shuddered and she turned to Lois. "Don't ever joke about something like that, ever."

Lois's lips curled into an apologetic gaze. She really didn't want to offend Gwen even though sometimes one could accidentally get offended by things that seemed innocent at the time.

"I didn't really want to, I'm sorry," Lois said and she honestly meant that she was sorry. She smiled when she looked over Gwen. "Are we okay with each other?"

"Yeah, we're good," Gwen said with a smile on her face. "So, what's been up with you lately?"

"Oh, the usual, trying to get a good story in all of the chaos, but from what I've heard, it's just beginning, isn't it?" Lois asked and Harry confirmed that statement with a nod of his own. "And Lucy's finally being sent somewhere where she will stay out of trouble."

"Really, did the General get fed up?" Harry asked.

"He called in a favor with Fury, and lined her up for a training course as a new SHIELD Agent," Lois said. "The General hopes that it will make Lucy learn discipline."

"And I'm sure that he's pretty much given up all hope on you, Lois," Claire said and Lois gave her girlfriend a cross look.

"You're a real laugh riot, you know that, Blur Girl?" Lois asked. Claire just smiled, her dark hair framing her face when she looked at Lois. "That's a stupid name. The Blur."

"Weren't you the one who….." Chloe said and Lois placed her hand over her cousin's mouth, to silence her.

Harry smiled and cleared his throat which caused the girls to look towards him.

"Okay, fine, it wasn't the best idea, but we can do better…..and…..I still don't know why you won't let me give you a codename," Lois said and she looked at Harry with the most obvious puppy dog eyes imaginable. "You know, I won't use anything that…well I can't use anything as bad as Paste Pot Pete."

"Or the Hypno Hustler," Lana chimed in.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't ever bring that one up again," Gwen said, shuddering and Harry placed his arm around her with a smile. "Sorry, bad memories prefer not to relieve them anymore ever again."

"Understood," Lana said, and she looked like she was sorry. "I'm sure Martha will have lunch ready for all of us."

"I haven't eaten anything for a few weeks, so I'm looking gone for it," Harry said.

"Weren't you…" Chloe started and then she realized something. "Oh yeah right."

"Time, space magical insanity, that's pretty much what it boils down onto," Harry said, and suddenly, Kara walked up to him.

She wanted to be subtle at first, but she thought that there was no fun in that whatsoever. So she pretty much threw subtle out the window for a more direct and less subdued approach.

"Harry," Kara said and she looked at him through her baby blue eyes.

"Just one second, I'll be with the rest of you in a minute," Harry said, and he turned to Kara. "I wanted to talk to you anyway."

"Oh, okay," Kara said, she was curious, and also interested. Also a little bit intrigued as well and she allowed Harry to lead her away in the other distance. "What's up?"

"Picking up on that Earth lingo, I like it," Harry said to Kara and the blonde placed her hand on her hip. "So, how are you holding up so far?"

"I'm…..I'm coping," Kara said.

Harry placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and made her look him in the eyes. Bright blue eyes meant deep green eyes.

"You know you shouldn't be holding everything inside, it's not fun to lose everything," Harry said and he looked into her eyes. "But you're a survivor, and you can withstand it, you know that."

"I know it," Kara agreed with a smile. "Lana, Chloe, and Claire spent half of the day showing me around, and they made sure I got a new wardrobe of clothes…"

"They better have not bought it with their own money, because I told them that I would pay for it," Harry said sternly and Kara shrugged. "I know that could have been boring to go out there and go shopping for half of the day, but at least you have a wardrobe to call your own."

Kara smiled. Chloe and Lana gave her some not so subtle suggestions about certain interesting pieces of clothing that Harry might like.

"How about we go out tomorrow night, and see a movie?" Harry asked and Kara blinked.

"You know I was about ready to ask you out," Kara said, and she was glad that Harry did. She had been beating around the bush for longer than she should.

"Great minds think alike," Harry said, pulling her in towards her. "So, it's a date?"

"Yeah, it's a date," Kara said, and she leaned in.

"The two of you better get inside, before Smallville here decides to eat your meals!" Lois called from inside the house.

Kara and Harry broke apart, the moment was lost for now.

'Wonderful timing as always, Lois,' Harry thought.

To Be Continued On October 20th, 2014.

Oh, Lois, you cockblocker. And it wasn't on purpose either.

Carol was one of the other girls that will get lemon time with Harry in this story.