"He what!?"

"Focus on the good, Alex." Eliza held her daughter back from lunging at Lena. "He's fine now. He's back to normal, whatever that's worth."

"If you're going to kick me out you have to keep an eye on him, you worthless—"

"That's enough!" Kara said sharply, cutting her sister off. "You should be thanking Lena, not criticizing her."

Alex set her jaw. "I want to see him."

"Alex, sweetie, I don't think that's a good idea." Eliza shook her head.

"I said I want to see him," the older Danvers said petulantly.

"I'll take you." Kara stepped between Alex and Lena. She turned to her girlfriend and gave her half a smile. "I know you have that meeting, don't let us keep you."

Nodding silently, Lena shot Alex a look that Kara couldn't read and left.

"James had the right idea. Take everything a Luthor says with a grain of salt."

"Excuse me?" Kara raised her eyebrows. "I'll pretend you didn't just say that. What's gotten into you?"

Alex looked at her angrily. "Maybe it's because I left dad in with your girlfriend and he tried to rip his fucking eyes out!"

"Girls, don't fight." Eliza pulled on Alex's arm. "They caught him in time. We can go see him and then maybe all go out together, what do you say to that?"

Kara crossed her arms. "Not until she tells me what's going on. I know you, I know something's bothering you."

Alex sighed, an exasperated noise that Kara ignored. "Nothing's bothering me."

"Come on, Alex, it's me."

"I'm fine. Lead the way." Alex shook her head as though she was clearing it. She and Eliza fell into step behind Kara but when Jeremiah's bed came into view, she froze. "What if he doesn't recognize me?"

"He'll recognize you, sweetie, of course he will. You're his daughter." Eliza rubbed her back and gave her a gentle push forward.

"That's what you're worried about?" Kara blinked.

Still hanging back, Alex shoved her hands in her pockets. "Ever since we got him back and I got engaged...I always hoped he would be there. To walk me down the aisle."

Kara saw Eliza purse her lips and she felt guilty. With everything that was going on, she hadn't given the wedding or its details much thought, but it must have been the only thing on Alex's mind. "He's here now. He can still walk you down the aisle."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He looks so...broken." Alex slowly approached the bed, her fingers wrapping around the metal bar on the side. "If Lena can't fix him, who can?"

"You said that's what we were here for," Kara said in a comforting voice. "We can ground him. We can bring him back."

"It's going to be alright, honey." Eliza rubbed her daughter's shoulder.

"Looking like this?" Alex gestured to his face; the skin around his eyes was still inflamed and healing from his psychotic break.

Jeremiah's eyes snapped open and Alex jumped back in surprise. "Alex?" His voice was rough.

"I'm here." She grabbed his hand, leaning forward. "I'm right here, dad."

"There's something wrong with my eyes," he said in a panicked voice.

"What's wrong?" Alex said, immediately frantic. "You're okay, you're safe. Can you see me?"

"Lena Luthor," he said and Alex's blood ran cold. "She—"

"She fixed you, dad." Kara stepped into view and his eyes focused on her, giving her the first good look at them.

They were no doubt an amazing technological feat for Lena to have pulled off. Metal, gears and mirrors were visible through the silicone outside, which turned and orbited like a human eye would. The most shocking thing was the blue light that had replaced his pupil; it reminded Kara of a weak laser beam.

"Kara. It's you, it's really you." He reached out a hand and she took it, not hearing Lena enter the back of the room. "I can't see your eyes."

"What?" Alex said angrily. "What do you mean?"

"I can see, just not colors. I remember your eyes. There were bluer than the sky and I only wish..." he swallowed, sitting up. "You saved me," he whispered to the both of them. No tears fell down his cheeks—he wasn't capable of crying anymore.

Alex smothered him with a hug, relief washing through her. Kara stood over them protectively, watching her sister try to hold back tears of her own. Eliza cleared her throat and Jeremiah looked up at her.

"Hi, honey," she said quietly. Jeremiah reached out a hand like a man in a dream, caressing her face.

"Is it really you?"

"It's me." Eliza closed her eyes, pressing his hand to her cheek. They stood in silence for a while then Eliza dropped her hand. "Alex is getting married," she said proudly. "You're expected to come."

The lights in Jeremiah's eyes seemed to glow brighter. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"But you can't see any of the colors," Alex sniffled. "I don't want you to miss it."

Kissing his daughter on the top of her head, Jeremiah rubbed her back. "Doesn't the bride wear all white?"

"Both brides," Kara reminded him.

"Both brides," he agreed. "So I won't miss a thing." He smiled up at his wife and she gazed at him, a mixture of love and sadness in her eyes.

Lena back out of the room. The sight of the Danvers family being so close-knit made her long for her own mother. She had been spending evenings in the cold, lonely room, nothing but her mother's letters and technology to keep her company while her mother's hologram spoke to her. She wished she had that relationship, that family tie, that group of people to turn to. For one of the few times in her adult life, Lena felt sorry for herself. The alarm on her phone went off and she fumbled for it.

Biohazard meeting. Nicholas Masterson.

"Shit, I'm late," she muttered. Grabbing the coat that she had come back for, she hurried out of the DEO.

It took her longer than she'd hoped to get to her building and she rushed inside, the security team shoving aside the now-everyday paparazzi. Sam was out of town visiting Ruby and she was back in her old office.

"So you're the famous Lena Luthor."

"Nicholas Masterson," Lena greeted him.

"I must say, you're a lot less scarier than you were in college." He had a slight accent that Lena couldn't place and a shock of brown hair matched with dark brown eyes.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said haughtily. "We just have to finish signing—"

"Want to get a drink with me?"

"I beg your pardon?" Lena was taken aback. "You're very forward."

He shrugged. "You're acquiring my company. After I sign over my life's blood, I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink." He flashed her a row of perfect, pearly teeth and she raised her eyebrows.

"So that's me in a nutshell."

"Nutshell?" Lena laughed. "A forty-minute nutshell."

"It can't have been that long." He took a sip of beer and wiped his mouth with a monogrammed handkerchief.

"Fine, closer to twenty. I didn't know you lived in South Africa when you were a kid, but it explains the accent." She smiled, not realizing her phone was ringing in her purse.

"Do you need to take that?" He nodded to the phone.

"Take what? Oh. Yeah, hang on." She answered the call, plugging one ear to hear better. "I'll be right back."

"Bartender." Nicholas slapped the counter. "Another round. Put it on my tab."

Stepping into the early November air, Lena shivered. "I'll be home soon."

"Lena, it's eleven at night. Where'd you go?"

"I'm out drinking with a business associate. Nicholas Masterson, I've known him for a while."

"You never mentioned him." Kara pushed her glasses up and turned her TV down.

"We went to MIT together, he was two years ahead of me. I haven't seen him in ages," Lena answered.

"I should meet him," Kara said cheerfully. "I'll come join you." She stood up, the blanket falling off her shoulders.

"No, that's okay. I'll be home soon. Love you," Lena said quickly, wanting to get back into the warmth of the bar.

"Oh. Okay," Kara said in a disappointed voice, sitting back down. "Love you. See you soon." Alex had decided to spend the night at the DEO with Jeremiah and Eliza instead of their planned girls' night and Lena was out so she was home all alone. Starting up her computer she saw her emails pop up.

Recommended to you for Netflix.

"Black Panther it is," she muttered, pulling the blanket back around her.

"Sorry about that." Lena slid back onto the bar stool.

"No problem." Nicholas gestured to their now-full glasses. "That your boyfriend?"

"Girlfriend, actually." Lena took a long sip of beer and let her hair down.

"Girlfriend, huh. So you haven't changed."

"What's that mean?"

"Oh, come on Lena. Everyone knew about you and Veronica Sinclair." He smirked but there was no malice behind it.

"I wasn't aware you were keeping tabs on me."

"Nah, you wouldn't have been. I was invisible back in college."

"I remember you. I tutored you for a while in physics." Lena giggled, slightly tipsy.

"I'm flattered. You were the kind of girl I figured would never talk to me. Insanely hot, insanely smart."

"Nick, stop it," she laughed, pushing his shoulder away.

"I mean it. I was obsessed with you." He downed half his beer and there was an awkward pause where Lena met his eyes. "But tell me about you. You've had quite the roller coaster of a time from what I've heard."

Lena sipped her beer and stretched her neck. "You mean with my insane, murderous brother and equally villainous mother? Or are you referring to his being incarcerated for multiple life sentences and her being murdered?" She finished her beer and Nicholas switched their glasses.

"Damn, woman. You need to let it all out."

"And," Lena said, picking up his beer, "My girlfriend's sister hates me and I don't even think she has a reason. Other than my last name, I suppose, which is reason enough." She shrugged and chugged some of his beer, frowning. "And Kara—that's my girlfriend—seems annoyed that I'm always home late, but I have a lot of shit to do! Running an entire corporation isn't your traditional nine-to-five anymore and I'm running two of them."

"She doesn't get it," Nicholas said sympathetically.

"Yeah." Lena stifled a burp. "Well, that's not really fair. She's been running one of my companies. But—"

"Maybe you're working a little too hard. Maybe you just need to slow down, take a vacation." Nicholas put his hand on her arm, stopping the beer halfway to her mouth. "I worked myself to the bone for my company and then I burned out and look where it got me—you're buying me out."

Lena hiccuped. "Sure, but I can't really afford to not work. If I'm going to be a pariah, I might as well spend my time working hard instead of listening to the things people say about me."

"Tell me about it." The bartender had come by and Nicholas held up a new beer. "Cheers to us, the hard working losers of the world." They clinked and drunk in unison, both smiling when they put down their mugs. "For what it's worth, I think you're amazing."

Lena woke up in her penthouse apartment. Kara must have taken me home. "Kara?" She sat up, her head pounding. "Kara?" The sound of running water caught her attention and looked to the bathroom.

Nicholas walked out in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Oh my god!" Lena looked away, staring out the window. "Nicholas, what are you doing here?!"

"You don't remember? You invited me."

"I—what?" Lena pulled the blankets over her chest, blinking.

Brown eyes staring at her in the bar. Someone—Nicholas—kissing her. Stumbling out of the bar and into the back of a cab; the feeling of his muscles underneath his suit. Ripping his clothes off in her elevator, pushing him into her bedroom.

"Oh my god, what did I do?" Lena said, horrified.

"Did you not enjoy yourself?" Nicholas said with apprehension.

"This is wrong, you can't be here," she hissed. Someone knocked at the door and Lena's head whipped around. "Coming!" she said in a high-pitched voice. Gathering the blankets around her she made her way to the door, shooting a mortified glare at Nicholas who had hurried to hide in the bathroom.

"Where have you been?!" Kara swept Lena into a hug the second the door opened. "I've been calling and calling and you—you had me worried all night!" She pushed Lena away and took her glasses off, wiping her eyes. "You can't do that to me!" She seemed to take in Lena's appearance for the first time and her eyebrows knit. "Do you have anything to say? Why do you look like that?"

"Like what?" Lena said nervously. She felt like she was having an out of body experience; there couldn't be a man in her bathroom while Kara was standing in front of her, worried for her. She tried not to glance at the bathroom door.

"I don't know...you have that morning-after look. I've seen it before." Kara cleaned her glasses but her hands were shaking and they fell to the floor. "What's going on?" She bent over to pick them up and saw Nicholas' pants by Lena's bed

"I..." Lena's voice died in her throat as Kara straightened up.

"Is there someone else here?" Kara said in a hoarse voice.

Lena swallowed. She couldn't say anything other than the truth. "It was a mistake," she said faintly.

Kara's jaw dropped and she gasped, a hurt noise that tore at Lena's heart.

"It wasn't supposed to happen, we were drunk—"

"We?" Kara stepped back, shock making her bones heavy. She heard the sounds of someone breathing over the shower and felt like she was falling; she had just jumped off a fifty-foot building and halfway down found out she couldn't fly anymore.

"Kara," Lena started, but the betrayal in the blonde woman's eyes brought her up short. Her own eyes burned, tears welling up.

"I guess drunk people never think about the consequences of their actions," Kara said stiffly, barely holding it together. Lena stepped towards her and she flinched back. Don't cry. She couldn't look Lena in the eye and her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Every warning Alex had ever said to her about Lena was playing on repeat in her head and she opened her mouth to say something; her eyebrows twitched and then she was gone, running away.

Lena stood framed in the doorway with the sound of Kara's rapidly fading footsteps echoing down the hall.

"What happened?" Nicholas called from the bathroom. He had heard Lena say her girlfriend's name and didn't know what to do. Feeling the tears dripping down her face, Lena turned and his eyes widened. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, Lena, I thought you—I can go," he stammered, snatching his pants off her floor.

"No," she said quietly, wiping her eyes.

"What!? You have to go after her," he insisted.

Knowing Kara was most likely flying over the Pacific Ocean, Lena shook her head. "No," she said again, the happy, fuzzy feelings from the night before long gone. "I can't follow her right now." She backed up slowly until her legs hit the bed and she sat down. This can't be happening.

Nicholas stood by the door uncertainly, his now-wrinkled suit haphazardly thrown on. "I didn't mean for that to happen," he said in a guilty tone. "I'm so sorry, Lena. I'll leave."

"Wait." He froze at the whisper, torn between leaving and helping the clearly shattered-looking woman. She looked up at him, still processing what had happened. "Don't leave me alone."

"Lena, I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay," he said adamantly.

She took a shuddering breath. "I understand."

He put his hand on the door knob but something in her voice held him back. Running a hand through his damp hair, he sighed and made his way over to her, sitting down. The bed sagged under both their weights and she leaned into his shoulder, fighting back tears. He held her awkwardly, not sure what to say.

"I ruin everything," Lena sniffled. "The one good thing, the one amazing thing I had in my life and I—why did I do that? I'm disgusting."

Nicholas frowned. "It's my fault too, you know. I'm really sorry about all of this, but you have to know you aren't a terrible person."

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to, so what kind of person does that make me?" Lena looked at him hopefully, clinging to him like he was the last life-preserver on a sinking ship. "I really am a Luthor."

"That's not such a bad thing," he pointed out. "Luthors are hard working, successful people. They get things done."

"Kara always said I was good," Lena mumbled sadly. "That people should ignore my last name and focus on my actions. She must hate me now."

"I think that you should own it. The name, I mean. Yes, maybe the Luthors haven't always had humanity's best intentions at heart but look at you. Who else could have taken over the company and done so much good other than Lena Luthor?"

"What about—what am I supposed to do now?" Lena said despairingly. Her chest felt like someone had sat on it, she couldn't get a full breath of air.

Nicholas wrapped an arm around her and they stared at the carpet together. "I'm not sure," he said after a while. "Not much to do but make the best of it. That's how I felt when you bought my company."

"You don't think I'm a horrible person?" Her watery green eyes bored into his and he blinked at the intense desperation in them. She needed so badly to believe she was a good person, she had no idea she was one of the best.

"No. I think you're a regular person caught in a horrible situation. That's usually how these things go."

Lena took that in. Here was a man with whom she had just destroyed her life, the life she had worked so hard to build and protect. The walls of her palace were burning around her, crashing to the ground, and he was still standing there with her. He hadn't run away. The clock on the wall ticked by the seconds and she watched it move until she read the time. "It's so late, we have to get to work." She wiped her face, sitting up. "We have to finalize everything."

"Twist the knife in, why don't you?" he in a light tone.

That's how I feel. Like a knife is twisting in my chest. The look on Kara's face... A laugh bubbled up in her chest and she shoved it away. There is no reason for you to be laughing. "We can head over there together," she reasoned. "But get out while I change."

"I've already seen you naked."

Lena slammed the bathroom door in his face.

When Lena got out of the car at Cat Co. she was immediately barraged by the group of cameras and trashy magazine journalists that hung around the building. The crowd had thinned out since the first interview but there were still some people that made it their daily job to photograph her. She was a little stunned, and the reason they were there made the back of her eyes burn with fresh tears. Kara.

"Who's the man, Lena?"

"Where's Kara Danvers?"

"Do you not love her anymore?"

Nicholas saw her tense up and took the initiative, pushing his way through the crowd. "That's enough, guys. Let her through." He shoved people aside and they rode up the elevator in silence.

"Your mail, Ms. Luthor."

"Thanks Jess." She picked through the pile as they entered her office, freezing when she got to her desk.

"What is it?" Nicholas had closed the door to find Lena staring down at her hands.

Lena held up the magazine wordlessly. A picture of her graced the cover with the words, Lena Luthor. A sit-down interview about National City's most wanted woman with her lover, Cat Co. co-chair Kara Danvers. She burst out laughing, the magazine falling from her hands. "I completely forgot that interview was coming out today," she said hysterically. "Fantastic! That's just perfect timing."

Nicholas picked it up and flipped through the pages while Lena dialed her Cat Co. office number. "Wow," he muttered, skimming the article. "This girl really loves you."

"Ms. Luthor?" The line picked up.

"Yes, I—Eve? Why are you answering this phone? Has Kara come in yet?"

"Ms. Danvers was in earlier. She left."

"Well did she say where she was going?" Lena was coming apart at the seams and Eve could hear it in her voice.

"No. Are you okay?"

"No," Lena said truthfully. "Eve, this is important. Did Kara tell you when she'd be back?" Lena bit her lip, the laughter already a million miles away. Nicholas glanced up at her, the magazine still lying open in his hands.

"Yes."

"And when is that?"

Eve exhaled into the phone. "Never. She quit."

"Quit?" Lena's voice shot up an octave and Nicholas stood up.

"She quit," Eve confirmed. "She came in earlier, upset, and said she was done."

"Done?" Lena fell back against her desk, Nicholas' hand on her back to steady her. "Done with what?" Done with me.

"With the company. She said something about needing a vacation and left, taking a box of things with her. She told me to make sure everything was ready for you. She was pretty upset. Ms. Luthor, is everything alright?" Eve said worriedly.

"Everything is fine," Lena said faintly, hanging up.

Nicholas helped Lena to the couch, concerned with how pale she had become. "What happened now?"

Lena let him guide her, unaware of her surroundings. "She quit."

"Quit what?"

"The CEO job I gave her. She just up and left and now it's mine and—" She put her head in her hands. "How is this all falling apart so fast?"

"It'll be okay," he comforted her. "Things will blow over and she'll forgive you."

"She won't. You didn't see the look on her face." She sat up. "I have to talk to her. I have to get her to come back. Her sister—they're beyond close. She must know where she is, they tell each other everything."

"I thought you said the sister didn't like you."

Lena stood up and sighed. "She doesn't, but she owes me. I just put her father back together."

"Back together? Literally or figuratively—Lena, wait! I'll go with you."

"No. That wouldn't be a good idea." Lena texted her driver and put her coat on, the movements robotic. "You can stay here. Finish the paperwork, I'll be back later. I think."

"Give me a call if you need anything," he called out after her retreating form.

She got to Alex's apartment in record time and ran up the stairs when the elevator took too long. "Alex, let me in. It's about Kara," she said desperately to the peephole. "Alex?" The door swung open and Lena jumped back. "Jeremiah." The eyes she had hand made for him were glowing red, the blue lights whose color she had modeled after Kara's eyes a bloody crimson. He growled at her and she held up her hands. "I'm looking for Alex."

"It's okay, dad." Alex walked up behind him and his eyes turned blue. "Come back inside." He obeyed, shooting a last glance at Lena.

"What did you do to him? His eyes shouldn't be red."

Alex crossed her arms. "Get out of here, Luthor." She blocked Lena's view into her apartment.

"I need to see her."

"You don't get to do anything of the sort. In fact, you don't get to talk to her ever again," Alex bristled.

"Please, I—"

"You may not be evil, Lena, but you are not a good person," Alex said in a cold voice. "You broke my sister's heart, you asshole."

"And I'm so sorry, I just—"

"Get out." Alex stared her down. "She doesn't want to see you and quite frankly, I don't either."

Lena swallowed. "Alex," she tried again, "I—"

"I, I, I. It's all about you, isn't it?" Alex shot her down. "My sister has been lying on my bed all morning because of you. She can't go back to her apartment, because everything there reminds her of you." Alex spat the last word and closed the door on her.

Lena sighed and stepped forward, pressing her hand to the door. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, hoping Kara would hear her. Hoping Kara would be listening. Her mother's voice rose, unbidden, to her mind.

"Look at you, begging for the love of an alien. Have you really stooped so low?"

She slid down the wall and her phone buzzed as she sat down.

Need some company?

The idea of being alone wasn't appealing to her but the idea of Nicholas coming to Alex's apartment was worse.

No thanks. Go home, I'll see you tomorrow at nine back at the office.

Leaning back against the wall she shed her coat, placing her purse down beside her. It wasn't even noon but she was already exhausted. She has to forgive me, Lena thought despondently. It was a mistake. Closing her eyes, she felt herself unraveling and let it happen. Unbeknownst to her, Kara was lying on her side, watching her through the walls.

She woke up a long lime later. The window down the hall showed that the sun had gone down hours ago and she looked up at Alex's door, half-expecting Kara to be standing there. The door was still closed and no sounds could be heard from inside. Standing up and brushing herself off Lena glanced at her watch. Two in the morning. She debated going home to change or just spending the rest of the night in the hallway but Alex's angry words came back to haunt her. Her pride was in tatters on the floor; she had come to beg Kara for forgiveness and instead had been eviscerated by her older sister. At least she was contrite, at least she felt bad. She felt like a child, holding out something she had built only for Lillian to slap it out of her hands and step on it. She stared at the floor, collecting herself. You are a Luthor. No one can make you feel worthless unless you let them. With a last long look at the door she left the building, her heart aching with every step.

Her driver dropped her off and she took the elevator up to her apartment with a heavy heart. There was no one to go home to, no one waiting up for her. As she walked down the hall to her door she noticed a shape in the hallway.

"Nicholas?" She squinted in the dark.

"Lena. Lena, hey." He got to his feet, rumpling his hair. "I was wondering when you'd get back."

"What are you doing here?" She stepped past him and pressed her thumb on her door handle; Nicholas yawned as the steel locks disengaged.

"Waiting for you. I felt bad about everything and I just wanted to make sure you got home okay." Lena walked into her apartment and he followed. "Lena? What happened when you went over there, did you get to talk to her?"

"Nothing happened," Lena said harshly. "You should leave."

He frowned. "I was just trying to help."

She eyed him, deliberating. There was a sick feeling in her stomach, a feeling she was all-too familiar with; she wanted to do drugs, she wanted to sleep until Kara came back to her. "Take your clothes off."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." She pushed him into her bedroom like she had the night before only now there was no drunken giggling, no cute fear of being overheard. She was sober, she was heartbroken, she was drowning in self hatred. She felt empty, hollow; Kara had been her heart and she had just ripped it out of her own chest.

"You sure you want to do this again?" Nicholas said, walking backwards.

"Do you?" She said it almost as a challenge.

"I definitely would, but I don't think—"

"Shut up." One more push and he was on the bed. She leaned over him; two seconds later he was scrambling to rip her clothes off. She felt detached, as though someone else had taken over her body. He fumbled with the condom and she seized it from him. "I'll do it," she said gruffly. Once it was on she climbed on top of him and pulled his face to her chest. What she thought would temporarily fix her was wrong. She had enjoyed sex with men before but this was all wrong. Where Kara's face was smooth against her chest, his stubble scratched her skin. Where her fingers rested in his short, thick hair, there were no long waves of gold for her to twist her fingers in. Where his lips touched her skin there were no fireworks, no goosebumps—just scientific, biologic saliva. He gave in to her far too easily, he didn't say anything, he wasn't Kara. He didn't excite her, he didn't push her, he didn't appeal to her. He wasn't Kara

She wrapped her arms around his torso and moved up and down, her face stoic. She felt absolutely nothing as she faked her way through it, moaning like all the women did on television. She could feel him shuddering underneath her and closed her eyes, wishing he was someone else.

Kara had been lying on Alex's bed all day watching Lena sleeping. She tried to stop herself but she listened for Lena all day and all night.

"Kara, you need to at least drink some water."

She ignored her sister, not moving.

"Kara." Alex sat on the bed and rubbed her sister's back. "Let me help you."

Kara didn't answer her, closing her eyes. She heard Lena arrive at her apartment and heard a man greet her. Nicholas. Tuning out Alex's concerned voice, she listened to Lena tell him to take his clothes off. She sat up abruptly, startling her sister, her eyes unfocused. "I have to leave." She didn't wait for Alex's response, ripping her clothes off and pushing her way out of the apartment, she took off, flying over the city. The sounds of traffic and machinery couldn't cut through the fog in her head and she pushed her speed faster and faster, trying to put as much distance between the sounds of Lena's lovemaking and her broken heart.

She landed somewhere in China, mountains and valleys stretching out before her. This is good. I can handle this. A cow mooed somewhere to the west and she hunkered down underneath a tree, pulling her cape round her. The cold didn't bother her but she was trying to hold herself together, feeling like she was breaking into pieces. The shock of realizing Lena had slept with someone else was slowly working its way through her body like an icy poison.

She doesn't need you.

She doesn't want you.

She doesn't love you.

I swear this is still 100% a supercorp story