A/N: Alright, guys, gals, and any other type of pals!

Here's the next one, a continuation of the previous one.

Fun fact: I'm a cat person.

Now! As for Sawyer's sibling. I feel like I should have clarified since almost everyone latched on to the idea that they'd be biologically theirs like Sawyer was. I'm here to say that, no, the sibling(s) will be adopted, and will most likely be human. I can say with 100% confidence that at lease one (1) of them will be a girl. I can also say with about 90% confidence that it'll be twins.

Read on and enjoy! Leave me a comment of what you liked, leave me links to supercorp fanart you love, or fics you enjoyed. Let's make this hiatus go as smoothly as possible.


Lena's thankful for the latest PR nightmare brought on by one of her scientists going rogue and stealing one of their latest designs for the DEO, and setting off to track and kill the alien that he caught his wife in bed with.

(Lena's not happy one of her employees lost his mind, or that he's in such pain, or that he's a wanted criminal now – she wishes she could have helped him before it got this far. She makes a note with Jess to arrange one on one meetings with any employee that may be having any problems that she could help with.)

No, what Lena's thankful for is that it takes a week for her schedule to allow her an afternoon away from the office so they can get a puppy.

A week for Sawyer to hopefully drop the idea.

Except he doesn't because, "coincidentally", the DEO manages to handle Lena's rogue scientist on their own without needing Supergirl's help – along with the rest of National City, which seems to be in a quiet lull, no noteworthy criminal activity that requires a Super's intervention. Which, in turn, meant a slow news week for Kara too.

Which means Kara got to spend a lot more time at home with Sawyer – feeding his puppy ideas with her own.

(From the breed; Kara wants a giant floofy thing like a Tibetan Mastiff – "It'll protect Sawyer, Lena!", "No, Kara, but it might eat him!" – while Sawyer wants a Great Dane because Winn had – jokingly – mentioned that those dogs get so big Sawyer could ride them into battle.

To the gender; should they get a girl puppy – "And we can name her Lillian. Get it? Because your mom's such a bit-", "I swear to Rao, Kara, if Sawyer starts swearing because of you of all people…" – or a boy puppy? Sawyer seems to think both, "so they can have more puppies, and we'll have puppies forever, Mommy!"

To the name; Kara seems intent on naming the poor thing something unfortunate and food-related – 'Donut' seems to be in the lead for now – while Sawyer seems to be stuck on naming it Thomas the Train.)

But when Kara, smile as radiant as the image she's painted of Rao, walks into her office on Friday afternoon, arms tighter than usual around a giddy Sawyer in her arms (because if the fidgety look on Kara's face is anything to go by, Sawyer's already almost floated away from the excitement at least once) Lena can't bring herself to fight it anymore.

They're going to get a puppy.


Her first thought when they make it to the animal shelter, and are led to the back where the puppies are, is that it's loud – loud enough for even Lena to be uncomfortable, and she glances worriedly at Kara and Sawyer in Kara's arms, frowning because he's already absently got a finger in his ear with a crinkle-forming frown of his own as he looks towards where they're being led.

Reaching over, Lena transfers Sawyer into her own arms and lightly massages the side of his head and rubs along his ear while he sets his head in the crook of her neck with a hum. She's about to suggest they come back later, perhaps sans Sawyer, when they walk through the door into the backroom – and are promptly assaulted by a wall of noise washing over them.

But instead of being overwhelmed, Sawyer's head shoots out of its hiding place and his eyes are wide and full of wonder as he looks around, grin face-splitting and his excitement palpable as he squirms to be set down already.

(Looking over at Kara, Lena's amused to note that Kara's slightly blurring around the edges; she's literally vibrating thanks to her own excitement. Lena hopes the volunteering teenager that's escorted them thinks he needs glasses or something.)

And so, as soon as he set down, Sawyer's bolted for one of the cages with Kara, Lena following at a more human rate, and quick as a flash (she snorts inwardly at her own superhero joke) her feet are overrun with puppies.

Kara's wasted no time making herself comfortable; sitting cross-legged and taking in as many puppies into her arms as she can hold and then some, giggling and gushing and gorgeous.

Lena watches Sawyer, his melodious laughter blending and weaving into the shrill little barks all around them, his little body so overwhelmed by the sheer number of puppies clambering to get to him that he topples over, Kara clearing her lap of puppies just in time for him to land, immediately swarmed and greeted with curious licks and sniffs and pleased barks.

Lena's so, so in love.


It takes them an hour – because Sawyer and Kara got too distracted just playing with the puppies to remember what they were even there for – when Lena notices him.

'Him' being the smallest little husky puppy she's ever seen, with – surprise, surprise – intense, ice-blue eyes and a broken hind leg.

He's stuck on the outskirts of the pile of puppies, getting pushed around and trampled when he tries to get closer to investigate their new companions.

Suddenly, irrationally, Lena's struck with a memory that feels so old she's not sure it's even real; of a little girl – the smallest in the room – no more than four years old and lost; of a brand new teddy bear, bought as a peace offering that now sits, tatty and old, in the crib located in the nursery in her own home.

As delicate as can be, like the days when Sawyer was still so little and fragile when cradled to her chest, Lena lifts the squirming puppy into her arms, her surprised gasp bleeding into a happy giggle when he licks her nose, drawing Kara's attention – and blinding yet soft smile – to her.

The volunteering teen informs them about his broken leg being from getting slammed in the door when he tried to orchestrate an escape, and wasn't noticed because he's so small, and how it's truly unfortunate that the shelter doesn't have enough money to get it treated.

(Lena's heart cracks like concrete beneath one of Supergirl's more aggressive landings.

Because she may be a Luthor now, and she may have more money than anyone ever really needs for three lifetimes over – she wasn't always.

Once upon a time, she was little orphan with a different name that she doesn't quite remember anymore, left to be forgotten in a place much like this – full of too many kids and not enough space; full of sad kids that had nowhere to belong; full of angry kids that had no qualms about breaking and bruising her, physically or verbally, because she was different. Left with people that wanted to help and do so much yet couldn't because there were just too many of them to keep track of.)

And Lena's overwhelmed, distracted by the little cold, wet nose sniffing at her neck when Kara, gentle and loving and in love murmurs to Sawyer that, "I think Mommy's found the one, my sweet."


They name him Buttons because as soon as he's held in Kara's arms and within chewing reach of her shirt, he starts teething on any of the buttons he can get to – and accidentally almost outing Kara as the Girl of Steel.

(Lena jokes about investing in a clothing line because, between the shirts the puppy ruins and Kara's lack of restraint when it comes to her own shirts and Lena's, keeping her family clothed will drain the Luthor family fortune faster than any bad bout of PR.)

(Sawyer decorates Buttons' cast with Supergirl stickers and buttons.)


Buttons often goes anywhere Sawyer goes.

When Sawyer has to be at CatCo because Lena's stuck at meetings all day and Kara can't get away from work, Buttons is fussed and gushed and squealed over almost as much Sawyer is.

(Kara's proud and absolutely beaming.)

(She's downright smugthe day she catches Snapper – face set into its default scowl – with Sawyer on his lap and teaching him what hard hitting journalism is all about while simultaneously dropping bits of his ham sandwich on the floor for Buttons.)

(She gets James to sneak a photo. Rumor has it that it sits proudly on Snapper's desk. Nobody's brave enough to get close and confirm.)

When Sawyer is spending the day at the DEO, Buttons is spoiled rotten because regardless of their status as a powerful secret government organization, every last one of the agents milling about is a softie for a cute toddler with a puppy for a shadow.

(Suddenly Winn's desk drawer has a variety of treats suitable for the appetite of a half-Kryptonian toddler and his equally food-motivated puppy sidekick.)

(And tough, badass, no-nonsense agent Alex Danvers' lab is littered with her equipment and research, coloring books, puzzles and building blocks, and dog toys in equal measures – none of which belong to her own two dogs.)

(Whenever Sawyer wanders off without Buttons noticing and the pair are separated, Buttons winds up in Vasquez' lap, getting the belly rub of a lifetime. Vasquez barely even loses focus on her work.)

(Almost always, Kara ends up collecting her son and their dog from J'onn's office where they've fallen asleep, cuddled up together in the little dog bed J'onn's set up for Buttons.)


Buttons' favorite place ends up being L-Corp.

He doesn't have anything fancy set up for him; nothing more than a few chew toys and a standard bed, and food and water bowls. He doesn't even get the same amount of attention he does at CatCo or the DEO, and definitely nothing like Vasquez' belly rubs.

But there's Lena.

And they don't do much; Buttons, more often than not, ends up napping in his bed set just beside Lena's chair, behind her desk, with Lena's fingers scratching behind his ears on occasion.

Usually though, when Lena's got a meeting or the odd interview she allows other media outlets that aren't CatCo, Buttons will relentlessly paw at her leg until she picks him up into her lap with an insincere apology and continues whatever point she was making, internally pleased when the person opposite her starts squirming because her little puppy has his front paws on her desk and is most likely glaring at them in warning.

(When he's gotten bigger, Buttons will even growl threateningly whenever he feels like the conversation has grown in volume. Lena merely smirks through the rest of her sentence and pats his head.)

Buttons will always gently nudge her ankle with his head after she's had a long morning full of heavy sighs and heavier shoulders; when it seems like Kara's not going to stop by, or Supergirl is caught in a particularly daunting altercation with an alien. And Lena will hold him up like she did the first time they met, and Buttons will offer soft licks for reassurance and comfort, and eventually Lena's tension falls away and she'll let out a small laugh which is always met with a happy little bark and a wet nose against her throat.

On evenings when Lena's working later than usual, and Kara drops in with takeout and a toddler, it is to the sight of her wife exhausted and occasionally asleep with a little puppy curled closely, curled protectively on her chest.

Rarely, though not nearly rare enough, Lena has a business meeting that goes awry, or a conference call that leaves her drained, or a day of getting dragged through the mud by the media, yet again, because of some crime or other committed by her family or in their name. And although Lena smiles and pulls Sawyer close into her lap, and offers Kara kisses in greeting when her family stops by for lunch, Kara's not oblivious to the tear tracks marring her face (perks or a curse of having a heightened sense of sight, Kara notes grimly) and the way Lena likes to have Buttons just as close to herself as she does Sawyer.

Kara muses that she'd be jealous of how much more love and attention the dog gets than her sometimes, if he weren't something that made her wife happy and content and loved.

And she won't admit it, won't ever admit defeat out loud because she's a Luthor, but Lena is secretly thankful she caved when it comes to getting a dog because Sawyer – always happy – giggles even more now, and Kara – with the weight of the world on her shoulders – seems to feel just a little more relax with another protective pup around, and Lena? Well, Lena's got another family member – because that is what Buttons has become, family – that loves her for her, beyond past familial atrocities, past self-doubts and self-hatred. Just love. Always love.