Rekindled


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Summary: The death of Lucy's father as made a significant impact, causing her to fall onto the road leading to a deep depression. Right...over Kara's dead body that is.


The blonde was disturbed from her slumber due to a shuffling sound. She glanced at her surroundings and noticed that it must be late at night as the lights were off with only the dimness of the hallway from the cracks of the door shining through. The scuffling sound's intensity increased and the source was from Lucy's exertion against the bed; she was muttering and sweating buckets.

A nightmare.

She carefully maneuvered her way towards the brunette and scooted into the blankets, locking her arms around the scarred woman. It took her a moment to realize that she was calling out her name in a worried manner.

Kara's voice was affectionate, "Shhh...it's just a nightmare. Don't worry, I'm here, and I don't plan on going anywhere. What were you dreaming about?"

The patient stirred from her sleep, registering the warmth of the embracing body. Tears fell from her eyes and she leaned into the Kryptonian's shoulder, sniffling, monitoring the strong heartbeat resonating from her chest, "We...we were walking home when...Zsasz, Shiva...all of them...they ambushed us. We tried to escape, but they got me, and I couldn't move, so I told you to run, but..."

Lucy trailed off, her voice choking, "You wouldn't run. You stayed, protected me, and died. It all happened so fast. It was my fault. It was all my fault. I tried to get you, but there were too many of them and..."

"No," Kara stated simply, "No, it's not. What happened in your nightmare, it's not real; it doesn't mean anything, you're traumatized from the time you were captured, and the drug is messing with your head. The doctors said that you'd have some vivid nightmares for the next few days. Know that I'm right here next to you. I promise I won't leave you."

The blonde began to hum a tune and rested her chin on the soldier's head.

Lucy whispered, mostly to herself, "Just because it wasn't real doesn't mean that it can't be..."

Kara's expression saddened, and she tightened her embrace, which was reciprocated with a light squeeze from the human in her arms.

The blonde began to sing, shy and weak at first, but her voice became more strong and clear, "I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."

Lucy clutched the Kryptonian's shirt, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and almonds, reveling in the comforting, rich voice.

"Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave; I will not let anything take away what's standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this."

Lucy let the song lull her back to a peaceful rest.


"The last time you were in charge of the D.E.O., you sent troops with Kryptonite artillery to eliminate Supergirl," Lucy scoffed, "Unbelievable still...you almost killed the source of all of National City's hope."

"It was for a perfectly good reason," General Lane defended.

"And now you're ordering your men to torture her in the most painful way possible? A hero who's only been beneficial and a Samaritan to society?"

"I was trying to protect you."

"From what? She'd never hurt me," the brunette nearly shouted, then confessed, "She loves me. And I love her."

He was startled at the proclamation, a look of disappointment and rage flashed across his face, "You can't be that naïve. Love? She may look like a person, but she's an alien, an outsider, they aren't like us. Lucy, she's only using you and your position as cover. She's dangerous."

The woman huffed, "The only person here that's dangerous is you. You're so bigoted and narrow-minded about aliens. You assume there are threats and create them when there're none. I'm not letting you use the D.E.O. anymore. And this is because of what happened to Mom, isn't it?"

"Don't bring her into this, Lucile!" he snarled.

"As for Supergirl," Lucy continued, "She's my family now, so find a way to deal with it, or you're out of my life. For good."

The young soldier stormed out of the office, leaving the dismayed general sitting at his desk.


The brunette let silent tears escape as she reminisced and mused over her last words to her father, conspicuously distraught over their final conversation.

The funeral was strangely barren. Lucy knew the reason, but it did not make it any less eerie; there was a patriotic ceremony for the highly decorated general and the squadrons that served under him. She decided to not attend it as both her and Lois determined that they would feel too uncomfortable being in the presence of complete strangers while they mourned.

Today was strictly a family gathering, but Lucy begged Kara to come with her. The younger Lane was never all too close with her extended relatives since she joined the military, in fact, some of them really did not like her as much as they did with Lois, who was always the shining star of the family. She did not mind too much, although she used to. Not to mention the more conservative side gave her and Kara judgmental glances as they held hands. The blonde could hear their grumblings about how their relationship was "disgusting", "sodomized", "against God's will", or that it was "just a phase". She did not even need to tell the younger Lane what they were saying as she most likely knew just from deducing their attitudes.

Once the wake was over and Lucy returned to the car, Kara remained at Samuel Lane's grave for a minute, hesitantly placing flowers on top of his casket, gently stroking the mahogany wood and made a vow, "I'll defend Lucy now. I swear. I'll protect her with my life. And I'll do everything in my power to make her the happiest person on Earth."

The blonde could not help but wonder what would have happened if he had lived to see his daughter's happiness with her. The brunette admitted that he was very stubborn and very conservative, but his family's happiness was ultimately his priority, and that he would have warmed up to her if she gave him the time.

The couple shared the loss of their parents, and they both regretted that they would never be able to formally meet each other's mothers and fathers.


The entirety of the journey home was mute, filled with a reserved stillness while Kara drove. She glanced over at her partner, Lucy's empty gaze towards the dismal, gray skies were brimming with despondence. In turn, it even made the blonde's expression become doleful. She reached for the brunette's hand and wrapped her fingers around it, gently squeezing, which was returned with a somber smile.

They arrived back at the apartment and Lucy decided to remain in bed for the rest of the day. The sky accompanied the mood by beginning to cry. This time, Kara made dinner and delivered it to her bed, then traveled to the kitchen to grab the garbage bag, "Luce, I'm going to take the trash out. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Yeah," came the barely audible reply.

The blonde frowned slightly before walking out of the apartment, slinging the large bag over her shoulders and heading down the flights of stairs.

The night was devoid of stars, the moon's presence the only source of natural light. Kara propped open the slippery lid of the dumpster and emptied the rubbish. As she was rushing to leave the rain, there was a rustle followed by a peculiar strangled sound. The Kryptonian moved towards the source and scanned under the crevasse of the waste bin to find an emaciated cat.

As she lifted the large canister the creature scrambled to its paws and scurried away, but it was no match for the super speed of the alien. She cradled the feline in her arms; it was soft, but its hair was matted and dirty. However, Kara did make out the tabby pattern of the orange coat and gently stroked the animal until it fell to a comfortable position, purring, "Hey, little guy... Let's get you to a safer place."

The cat seemed content to be out of the cold sleet and in a relatively warmer space, though it remained cautious as the surroundings remained unfamiliar. However, the feline's cozy mood became unpleasant once the blonde dipped its paws into the toasty bath water. The struggles proved futile as the Kryptonian's invulnerable skin ended up clipping the cat's claws. By the time the trial came to an end, what was left of the small creature's trust for humans completely dissolved.

Of course, its faith was restored once Kara prepared a dish of tuna for the starving feline. Its mouth watered in anticipation, then it boldly crept from the shadows of the sofa, carefully nibbling the edge of the plate before making a pig of itself. It crammed and gorged the feast, neglecting to chew and ignoring any fine dining manners; the digesting part of the dinner would likely be painful, but it was worth it.

The cat meowed in satisfaction, its bloated belly weighing it down to the couch. Kara decided to spend the night cuddling next to the tabby as Lucy already fell asleep, and the brunette was an especially light sleeper when she was in a sour mood.

The superhero had secretly hoped that her partner would be ecstatic with a new addition to their home.

She was right.

The first thing Kara did when she heard her roommate stirring from her slumber was burst into the bedroom and toss the yelping cat onto her prone body, yelling, "Surprise!"

Unfortunately, the feline's claws engaged, pricking the brunette's skin, causing her to shout in shock and topple over the edge of the bed onto the hardwood floor. The sharp pain contracted and the cat dashed into Kara's arms, "Lucy, meet Mufasa! He's our newest member!"

The blonde had the dorkiest grin splattered on her face.

Lucy dusted herself off and stood up, "What the hell? When? How?"

"Just yesterday!"

"I don't recall adopting a pet, did you get him just last night?"

"Yeah! While I took out the trash!" the hero nodded enthusiastically.

"Leave it to Kara Danvers to pick up a stray in the most peculiar situations," the brunette chuckled lightly, "You usually throw something out when you go to empty the garbage, not bring something in."

"But he's so cute!"

"How do you even know it's a boy?"

The blonde's face deadpanned, she dangled the feline in the air, exhibiting his body.

"Ahem," Lucy coughed, "Oh, right..."

"We're keeping him," Kara stated nonchalantly.

"I wasn't planning on kicking him out, but you know..." the soldier started, frowning, "We are pretty busy with our jobs at the D.E.O. so Mu would get pretty lonely."

The Kryptonian tilted her head to the side, oblivious to the subtle assertion, "What do you mean?"

"I'm saying that we should probably get him some company," Lucy smiled.

Kara registered as to what she was implying and gasped, her excitement bubbling, "Really?"

The brunette quickly slid into some casual clothes before grabbing her purse, "How about a dog?"


As they were on their way to the adoption center, the young Danvers decided to notify her older sister of the joyous information via cell phone.

"Alex!" Kara called, activating the speaker.

Lucy chuckled, sipping her hot coffee in the passenger seat with Mufasa sitting on her lap.

"What?" the agent's voice sounded worried, "Is something wrong?"

"Wha...n-no."

"Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that then!"

"I'm sorry! I'm just excited!"

"Okay, I know you're usually a cheerful person, but you sound particularly happy today. What's up?"

The blonde chirped, "Lucy and I have some really great news!"

Alex gasped, elated, "You guys have a baby!"

The brunette choked violently, spitting out her coffee onto the dashboard, alarming the small cat. Kara nearly steered the car into oncoming traffic, tires squealing. They were both very clearly caught off guard.

"What the hell?"

"Kara, you're an alien," came the monotone reply, "Being Kryptonian itself opens several possibilities."

Lucy laughed, "Danvers, as much as I love babies, this isn't the good news."

Alex continued, "Damn, you guys aren't having children? I've always wanted to be an aunt... But if you two aren't having kids then what's all this thrilling hubbub about?"

"We're going to adopt a cat and a dog!"

Kara's excited voice pierced the agent's ears, "So, same thing...technically you guys are moms. And I'm pretty much an aunt! When's the wedding!"

The blonde became flustered and Lucy's face flushed, both of them grinning sheepishly along with their rosy cheeks. They were speechless for a moment.

"Guys?" Alex called, "Hello? Don't tell me you're busy blushing to death."

Their faces flamed an intense cherry red at the sentence that followed, something about the couple "being Oxford dictionaries in the streets and Urban dictionaries in the sheets". Kara stuttered a "can you not" followed by a goodbye and hung up on her older sister.

Once they found a parking and were done blushing the shit out of themselves, they entered the adoption center with Mufasa in Lucy's arms. He jittered timidly as the ruckus of the facility was frightening. The brunette soothingly scratched behind the tabby's little ears in an attempt to calm him.

Kara motioned for Lucy to linger around the waiting room while she spoke to the clerk about the animals to prevent Mufasa from becoming more uneasy. When she returned, she had a list of several dogs that were at least family-friendly and got along with other animals.

"So, they narrowed it down to Astrid and Waffles, which one do you want to check out first?"

They wandered through the maze of cages that were filled with the loveliest of aromas: shit, with a tinge of saliva, accompanied with the yapping and howling of every dog in the vicinity.

Waffles was a mix of a dachshund and a basset hound, it had short legs and an elongated body complete with extremely large ears that nearly sagged to the floor like Dumbo the elephant. Unfortunately, if Mufasa's hissing was of any indication, he definitely did not like Waffles in the least bit.

However, he was more willing to sniff through Astrid's cage to investigate. Their noses grazed and the cat jumped back at the touch before sauntering over to the cage once again. The volunteers mostly called her Asa, but she answered to both; she was an elegant silvery-gray saluki with a very reserved and quiet personality. She was about medium sized, only reaching a height of about three feet, or one meter, from head to paw. Her deep chest and long legs allowed her to move with grace and finesse, and her ears drooped down from her narrow skull. Astrid's furry coat was especially soft, silky, and feathery to the couple's curious fingertips.

"How do you guys like Asa?" a volunteer chirped, skipping his way towards the two browsing ladies.

Lucy scooped Mufasa up and made to stand, followed by Kara.

"She's the one," they both said.


Notes: Constructive criticism appreciated.