Conversations on a Balcony
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A/N: So, my Lovelies, at this point, I have very little clue of where I am in the timeline. Haha. So, let's just say that Cat was fifty when she and Kara got together (which I think I mentioned in one of the much earlier chapters ("At fifty years old, I'm finally having the best sex of my life!"). They dated for almost three years and then are married five, so that'll put her at fifty-eight. Using similar logic, I'm going to put Kara at about thirty-three. Who knows!
Conversation in a king-sized bed after a Supergirl mission!
This is to begin to address kellsbells' question about Cat's lifespan and how they're going to deal with the fact that Cat is going to die probably in the next thirty years or so. No idea where I'm going with this yet!
Cat hummed softly as her wife crawled into bed and pressed against her back. Warm arms surrounded her and gentle teeth nibbled at her shoulder. "Everything go ok?" she asked softly, trying to not wake Abby, who had crawled into the bed earlier with her and was snuggled against her chest.
"Like clockwork," Kara replied, kissing her neck and then softly stroking her daughter's hair back from her firmly closed eyes. "Alex's plans are always spot on. We nabbed the bad guys."
Cat knew that there was probably a lot more to it, but she was always careful of asking her wife about things that could be deemed classified and she knew Kara would tell her anything she needed to know. "Good. I'm glad everything went well."
There was comfortable quiet between them for a long moment and then Kara took a breath. "Cat-El," she said. "I'd like to have another baby. What do you think?"
The older woman remained silent for a moment and then nodded. "I've been thinking about that too." She ran her fingertips soothingly along her wife's forearm. "But before we talk about that, there's something else we need to discuss."
"Mmmm…" Kara replied, waiting for her wife to gather her thoughts.
"When we got married, we put certain legal documents in place to make sure we were both taken care of should anything happen to the other."
"Mmmm…" Kara repeated.
"I was thinking we need to do the same to make sure Abby is taken care of but…" Cat took a breath. "It made me think about something else. Kara, I have a very limited lifespan and…"
Kara closed her eyes and shook her head. "Cat, I really don't want to talk about this."
The older woman eased her daughter away from her chest to the other side of the bed and then turned into her wife's arms to look into her eyes. "I know," she replied. "But, Baby, we have to. I'm already fifty-eight. I'm only going to be around for…"
"Cat…" Kara interrupted. "Please… don't… I… c-can't…"
"Kara," Cat replied, her tone stern. "You have to."
The words hung in the air between them and for a moment, the older woman felt her wife tense up… like she might flee away into the night sky but, after a few hitching breaths, Kara nodded. "I hate this," she whispered. "I hate knowing that you're going to die. I hate knowing that we have limited time together. If I'd landed on Earth when I was supposed to, I would have had a lifetime with you."
"Sweetheart," Cat soothed. "We might never have met. Everything happened exactly as it was supposed to." She tilted Kara's chin up to look into her eyes again. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I wouldn't change a thing."
"Me neither," the Kryptonian replied.
"Good." The older woman smiled. "So… what I wanted to talk to you about is… getting as much out of my lifespan as we possibly can."
Kara's eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Cat shrugged. "Brainy gave me that device for my heart and told me it'll keep me alive for at least another hundred years. What if there was some way to do the same for my other bits, as they fail."
"You mean…"
"Turn me into the Bionic Woman."
Kara's eyebrows scrunched. "The… who now? Is that something like the Crypt Keeper you mentioned before?"
Cat laughed loudly and then clapped her hand over her mouth as Abby whined in her sleep and stirred restlessly. She went on quietly. "The Bionic Woman was a TV show in the seventies where a woman almost died in a parachuting accident, but a government agency repaired her with robotic technology and then sent her out on missions as a secret agent."
'Oh… sounds interesting," the younger woman shrugged. Her eyes widened then. "You're saying that you want the DEO to… like… make you like this woman?"
"Well, Brainy has knowledge of future tech so he might be able to."
Kara snorted a little. "Why don't we just turn you into a Kryptonian while we're at it?"
"Is… is that possible?" Cat asked after a moment.
The young woman held up her hands. "I was joking, Catherine."
"Yes, but… would it be possible?"
"Not without completely rewriting your DNA. Cat, that's crazy."
The older woman relaxed and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I was just grasping at straws. We've had eight years together. I want another eighty."
"I know, me too," Kara nodded. She kissed her wife's forehead and pressed closer to her. "Let's talk to Brainy and see if he has any other ideas."
"How about we invite Nia and Brainy, Alex and Kelly, and J'Onn and M'Gann for dinner," Cat said. "We can discuss it with them and see what our options are… if any."
Kara smiled and relaxed, using one hand to gently massage the back of her wife's neck. "Sounds perfect." She grinned then. "So… about having another baby…?"
"Yes, My Love, I'm all for trying to get pregnant again. Are you sure you're up for carrying her?"
"Definitely," the younger woman agreed happily. "It's going to be great! It was challenging but I loved being pregnant." They shared a long passionate kiss, that ignited their bodies and souls. "Want to start trying now?" Kara teased.
"Take Abby back to her own bed," Cat replied, huskily. "And then I'm all yours."
