Chapter 17

Kara was thinking about the song to perform for Lena and remembered those weeks in Paris where she went on a mission. It was only a few days after the great crisis. She had not yet had time to settle that J'onn J'onzz summoned her and told her that she had to go with Clark to the City of Light to avoid a new galactic drama.

"Again! Answered the Super in unison

-Yes, I'm sorry, but the situation requires your skills and powers. Indeed, human metas plan to steal a pre-Columbian relic from the Louvre. These mutants call themselves cain's brothers, we know that they have discovered the true potential of this artifact since it is of an extraterrestrial nature.

-It frees a demoniac force imprisoned for several millennia by my people. On site, you will be greeted and helped by Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman. She is an archaeologist by training and we have concluded that you will make a portrait of her for the New York Times, so will be on Paris your cover.

The Super to this idea were not frankly excited but J'onn showed them some archival images of the entity captured by his people and the damage done to other planets. They could not definitively evade this mission.

The Parisian adventure lasted 2 weeks, it was certainly complicated but it was also the time it took Kara to realize and accept the content of the feelings she had for Lena. In her hotel room, she listened to a song she had discovered on a French radio station, and when she came up with the idea of translating it into English, she gently mocked herself at the evidence of the song.

She took her courage with both hands, and wrote a letter repeating these words and sent it to Lena with a bouquet of flowers. An undeniably romantic inspiration that only the city of lovers could awaken.

All the more so, when the mission ended, she landed on Lena's balcony, singing it in French:

Chère amie,

I often think of you, I continue anyway

To love white boats that desire entails

I often miss you but I leave anyway

Let fly the wind that blows on the trouble

Chère amie, I send you that couple of words

To tell you it's not nice and I'm in pain

Alone, since I lost you

I write you those few flowers with my heart inside

I apologize to you

I often dream of you, I remember of everything

I wake up in time but I see you everywhere

I often wait for you, I invent a rendez-vous

You don't have any time, any minute for you

Chère amie, I send you that couple of words

to tell you that it's not nice and I'm in pain

Alone, since I lost you

I write you those few flowers with my heart inside

I apologize to you

All my excuses, all my excuses

Lyrics: Marc Lavoine

Music: Fabrice Albouker

Favorite version: Clara Luciani

That night they spoke and kissed until dawn.