Lena settled into the leather chair, glancing around the plane.

"Make yourselves at home, gentlemen," she said to the Board. Not for the first time, she thought about the gender breakdown of L-Corp's Board of Directors and vowed to make some changes.

The Board members settled into the comfortable white leather seats and a flight attendant appeared to offer beverages. The men talked amongst themselves as the plane prepared for take off, but Lena remained silent. She wasn't looking forward to this leadership retreat. She'd scheduled it months ago, and knew it was a good idea, but couldn't muster the energy necessary to spend time bonding with a bunch of rich, old, white men.

So instead of talking to her fellow executives, she took her phone out of her pocket and opened the news app. Reading through the local news, she entertained herself for the next twenty minutes or so. Finally, the flight attendant informed them that they were ready for takeoff.

Lena was no stranger to flying. Hell, she had her own private jet. Yet, every time they sped down the runway and launched into the air, she felt her body flood with adrenaline. Her knowledge of physics did nothing to assuage her nerves at being encased in a giant, flying metal tube. Luckily, once again, the takeoff was smooth. They gained altitude easily and Lena felt her body relax.

They began to level out when a loud bang exploded somewhere to her right. The plane lurched alarmingly as men's yells pierced the air.

"What was that?" one of the board members yelled in alarm.

Lena looked out the window to see the right engine engulfed in flames. Panic began to overwhelm her. This was it. They were going to go down. They would crash into the earth and Lena's fears of flying would finally be well founded. She gripped the arm rests of her chair and forced herself to take deep breaths. If this was how she was going to go, her last moments wouldn't be ones of panic.

The plane began to dive as the pilot tried unsuccessfully to keep them leveled out. Lena's blood rushed in her ears and she closed her eyes, blocking out the world.

Then, all of a sudden, she felt the plane begin to level out.

The pilot did it, she thought with relief.

The plane descended slowly, until she felt it touch down on solid ground. Looking around her, she saw the other executives' looks of shock and relief. She knew her own face must be a reflection of theirs.

Suddenly, the door was ripped open and sunlight poured into the cabin.

"Hey, folks. Is everyone okay?"

She knew that voice. It couldn't be. She hadn't heard it in two years. She'd searched far and wide for its owner every day since then. There was no way this was really happening.

Standing there in the doorway, clad in her blue and red suit with the large S emblazoned on her chest, stood Supergirl. The blonde woman took a look around the cabin, clearly checking on its occupants. It was a moment before her eyes fell onto Lena and the look of shock on her face was evident. But she said nothing, just continued to examine the passengers.

Lena couldn't breathe. She sucked air into her lungs, her chest aching under a weight she didn't know was possible. Panic was descending. Her heart beat wildly as she desperately tried to breathe.

In a flash, Kara was there beside her.

"Breathe, Lena. You're okay. Breathe with me. In, one, two, three, four. Out, one, two, three, four." Kara's gentle voice cut through Lena's panic and she tried to follow her instructions, focusing on breathing in and out steadily.

After a few minutes of this, during which Kara never let go of Lena's hands, Lena's heart rate began to slow and her breaths came easier.

"That's it," Kara soothed. "Just breathe for me."

It was as if they were the only two people there. Lena stared into Kara's warm, sparkling blue eyes, and felt a sense of calm descend.

"I'm okay," Lena breathed out shakily. "I'm okay."

"Good," Kara said, dropping Lena's hand and standing. "Is everyone else okay?" she asked the rest of the plane.

The murmurs from the executives seemed to indicate an overall positive state. Kara moved to the door of the plane.

"Okay, everyone hold on tight. I'm going to fly you back to National City."

With that, she exited the plane and put the door back into place. Moments later, the plane lifted off the ground. It only took ten minutes or so to fly back to the airport. When they touched down again, Lena stood up quickly, determined to talk to Kara. But by the time the door was opened, there was no sign of the Girl of Steel.

"Damn it," she breathed out. She exited the plane and was escorted back through the terminal to a waiting black SUV. As she settled into the back seat, the weight of the previous hour's events crashed down onto her.

Kara was back. Kara was back and she'd just saved Lena's life. For the first time in two years, Lena had been face to face with the love of her life.

She breathed out deeply, feeling shaky.

"Holy shit," she said under her breath.

"Are you okay, Ms. Luthor?" Her driver looked at her in the rearview mirror, concern clearly visible on his face.

"Yes, Dave, I'm all right." Lena smoothed her skirt, doing her best to keep her hands from shaking.

"It's lucky that Supergirl was there," he said. "She's gone for two years and comes back just in time to save your life."

"Hmm, quite lucky," Lena said absentmindedly.

The drive back to L-Corp was relatively quick. Upon their arrival, they were met by a security team, who escorted Lena into the building. She returned to her office and poured herself a hefty amount of whiskey before settling onto the couch. She wondered briefly if she should have gone home instead of back to work, but quickly brushed it aside. Instead, she grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the large flat screen TV. She flipped through the channels until she found what she was looking for.

Supergirl Returns. The banner across the bottom of the screen jumped out at her. She turned up the volume.

"For the first time in two years, National City's superhero has returned. We've received word that Supergirl was spotted saving a plane full of L-Corp executives this afternoon. After engine trouble, the plane lost altitude rapidly and was in danger of crashing before the Super stepped in to save the day. I think I can speak for all of National City when I say it's good to have her back."

A grainy photo of Supergirl holding up the plane as it descended onto the runway was plastered on the screen. Feeling ill, Lena turned off the broadcast. She sunk back into the cushions, tossing back the contents of her tumbler.

She replayed the afternoon's events, thinking of the way Kara had rushed to her side and held her hand as she coached her through a panic attack. It had been so long since she'd felt those soft, strong hands in hers. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

Lena had spent the last two years searching and hoping. And now, it was real. Kara was actually back. She had swooped in to save the day, then helped Lena off the edge of panic. And just like that, she was gone again. Lena had wanted to go to her, to say something, anything. To tell her she's been looking for her ever since that last fight. To tell her how sorry she was. But Kara hadn't given her the chance. She'd saved them all and then disappeared again.

Lena got up and poured herself another glass of whiskey. Her hands were still shaking slightly. Not from the near death experience, but from the encounter with the Super who still owned her heart.