Authors Notes: I do not own Glee or Superman. This is purely for fun.

The amount Superman myths will be used or followed very minimal. Birth, powers, and a few overlapping essentials will be it.

Chapter 5: Roof Tops

It was almost an hour later by the time Santana returned. An oil tanker of the coast of Portugal tipped sideways and was almost forty five worth of clean up. Just as she landed on the side walk right outside Masaki's, there was a cry for help. There had been a mud-slide in Bangladesh. Sometimes keeping up with Santana Lopez and Superwoman was not easy. Brittany had called her 2 times, she made up excuses both times. Brittany was more than use to her 'flaky' side. She hated it. She was more dependable than anyone. Well, she was dependable when she was in her spandex suit.

She made her way down to the office from the roof as fast as she could. She straightened her tie and made her way to her desk. She gritted her teeth when she saw Sam and Puck hovering over Brittany's desk. She decided to stay back for a second to listen.

"So do you and Santana really have plans tonight," Puck asked curiously, "Because it's been forever since you've been out with us?"

Sam nodded in agreement, "Are you guys like dating or something and just like keeping it on the DL because of HR? I totally,"

Puck interrupted shoving Sam away from Brittany's desk, "Because if you guys are that is totally hot."

Santana cringed at the thought of Puck thinking about her and Brittany together. She felt guilty enough when she thought about it. Now that Puck was doing it and made her want to grab him by the throat. But her little incident with the football earlier was enough boosting for one day.

Brittany just smacked Puck on the arm, "Santana and I are best friends." She looked down at her watch and sighed, "If we were anything more than that, it wouldn't be any of your damn business. Now go back downstairs."

Santana smiled a bit at Brittany's actions. It was nice to know, even if they weren't together, she would be professional enough to keep their private life private. "Hey Britt," She said softly as she set the two paper bags down on the desk. "I'm sorry it took so long. That guy bum rushed into my cab," She started to take the food out and place it on desk, "Then they messed up your food. But I think it's still hot." It wasn't when she landed on the roof. But a little heat vision on low is just as good as a microwave.

Brittany looked her up and down, "It's okay San." She said softly as she stood. She grabbed the lapels of Santana's sports jacket and straightened them out. "You looked frazzled. I'll sort the food and grab us drinks. You already did all the running."

The world seemed to have calmed down long enough for Santana to be able to have a real meal. Santana couldn't get enough authentic Japanese food. She probably spent four nights a week there while she was in college.

Brittany had notes out in front of her explaining a few things to Santana that she had found. The lawyer that was representing all of the burglars was just paid a huge fee. Just one lump sum for all of the clients. Brittany still had one of the tech guys looking through files to see if they could tie it to one person. Santana was listening, at least until she heard Puck and Sam talking about them again.

The guys had come back up a few minutes ago to have a meeting with Holly. They had photos and papers in their hands. She was assuming they were dropping off their sports articles to Holly. But the editor wasn't in her office. They were being creeps and peering through the window.

Do you think they are really just friends?

I don't know, man. Just watch them.

Brittany had just taken her thumb and whipped sauce off the corner of Santana's lips. But she didn't seem to miss a beat as she kept explaining who was connected to what with the raid that had happened.

I mean, I bet if they were Brittany would totally be the boss.

I know, dude! Santana does whatever she asks. I've seen her do shit for her she doesn't even have to ask. It's like they have ESP or something.

Santana would totally be a bottom.

Do you think there are tops and bottoms when it comes to lady loving?

Santana snapped her chop sticks in half when she heard them starting to get more and more perverted. She was ready to go into Holly's office and hold them both 10 stories up out the window, when Brittany put her hand on the side of her face, it changed her focus. "Are you still thinking about that jerk in the cab, San? I know he stole the cab, but you're back now. It's okay it took a little while."

She shook her head confused and gritted teeth, "What?" She had been so focused on the idiots in Holly's office, she hadn't even noticed her chopsticks.

"They might not be redwoods, but something has to have you irritated to do this," she pointed at the heroine's broken eating utensils. "I know how much you love Japanese food. You wouldn't have left yourself with no way to eat it."

"Sorry," She said softly as she looked down at chopsticks. "I guess I was a little in my head. He irritated me so much. I just wanted to make a quick run out…" She hated lying to Brittany, but what was she going to do, just come out and tell her she was Superwoman. There were so many times that it didn't seem like such a bad idea. She could cover for her when she had to run out to save someone. She would have someone to talk to about her life. But that was just a day dream. If someone put two and two together and figured out Brittany knew about Santana's real identity, Brittany would be leverage. Santana would never do anything to put her in danger.

"San," Brittany called out obviously a little annoyed. Santana could hear the change in pitch in her voice.

"Sorry, B." She said softly, adjusting her glasses. "I guess I am pretty spacey today."

"You're more than spacey," She giggled out a little. "It's like you flew into the sun or something." She squeezed her forearm.

Santana almost choked on her drink when Brittany was teasing her. "Yea, I guess I have been." Santana's head whipped up when she heard a siren. She stood up abruptly almost knocking her lunch off the desk. "I..I have to go…I have to run downstairs to get more silverware since I broke my chopsticks. I'll be right back."

Before Brittany could even process Santana was halfway across the bullpen almost out of sight. Brittany just shook her head. "I don't know what has gotten into her today."

"PIERCE, LOPEZ." Boomed out of the hallway, followed by the sound of loud clicking heels. Holly looked around the bullpen and spotted Brittany. "Brittany, where the hell is your partner?"

"She ran downstairs to get something out of the cafeteria." Brittany shrugged it off. "What's up, Boss?"

"There is a bank robbery in progress downtown. I normally wouldn't want to send you and Santana to something so routine, but seems like the security footage has 2 of the same thugs that broke in here." Holly tapped her foot and crossed her arms. "I don't have time for you to wait on Santana.
When I see her, I'll send her your way. Metropolis Trust on Main and Clinton. Go."

Brittany grabbed her purse and nodded. "Sure thing, Boss."

"Maybe if you are lucky, your friend will already be there and you can get an exclusive." Holly waved her hand and shooed her way. "Get on it, Pierce."

Holly was right, Super Woman was already on the scene by the time Brittany got there. She was inside the bank, with her hands up obviously talking to the two gunmen holding a small boy hostage. Brittany was behind the police barricade waiting for Super Woman to clear the whole situation up.

"Look, let him come to me. He's just a little boy," Super Woman spoke softly. She was fast enough to get the gun out of the guys hand before he could even think about pulling the trigger. The other gunmen didn't even bother her. But, the fact she recognized them, made her want to get information out of them.

"I'm not going to listen to you. You're a fucking freak." He barked out and pulled the hammer back on the gun, "What are you going to do if I shoot? You won't hurt me. You'll just turn me over to the cops and I'll be out in a few months anyway. Good lawyers and good behavior go a long way."

Santana was pissed beyond belief. He was openly mocking her. He was probably right though. The justice system worked sometimes, but if you knew the right people and had the money, all she could do was catch them again next time. "What would you do to someone if it was your son?"

The guy just laughed, "I guess it's a good thing I don't have kids." He started to squeeze the trigger.

Santana used her super speed to cross the room before he could even finish pulling the trigger. She twisted the gun around so quickly she heard his finger break. She pulled the small boy beside her and shoved gunmen to the ground. She whipped her head around and saw the other guy shaking pointing her gun at her. "You're going to want to put that down."

He just nodded and put the gun down. He put his hands up and slid it over with his foot. Santana grabbed both of the men by the back of their jackets and carried them outside. She threw them out of the open front door. "All yours boys." She called out to the police officers across the way. She smiled when she saw the young boy clinging to his mom.

She could hear his heart racing. He was pretty incredible. He didn't cry at all. He might have just been too scared. She hovered over to the small boy and his mother. She knelt down in front of him. She held her hand out to shake his, "You were so brave. I wish I was as brave as you are."

The little boy just jumped across from his mother's grip and hugged Santana. "Super Woman, you are the bravest person on the whole world planet. You stand in front of bad men with guns so people don't get hurt. That's brave."

She patted his back a little, "Thanks, Buddy. I just think it's great that…" Her head whipped up when she heard squealing tires and a familiar scream. Brittany

Brittany obviously didn't care about the barricade anymore. She had taken upon herself come across the barrier and make her way towards the bank when the car came racing around the corner. Santana grabbed her just before she got hit.

She was floating about 50 feet above the ground, holding Brittany bridal style in her arms. She could feel her body shaking. Her partner's heart was still racing. "Brittany, you're okay. I've got you." She knew going after the car should have been her top priority. It was obviously the getaway car. It was sleek black with no plates and tinted windows. But Brittany needed her. "Brittany, are you alright?"

Brittany just nodded and held onto Santana tightly, "I didn't even see the car coming…it was all so fast."

Santana just nodded. "I know. It was pretty intense," She landed them on the roof top of the bank. She didn't want to just drop Brittany and leave. She had to make sure she was already. She let Brittany's feet down, but kept her arm rested around her waist. "But you're alright. I'll bring you down there once you have a minute to relax."

Brittany finally let a breath out when she realized she was standing on her own feet. She had heard what Super Woman had just told her, but it wasn't exactly processing. Brittany had been saved by her more than once. This was by far the closest she had come to really getting hurt. "I just keep getting lucky that you're around. God knows where I would be without you," She spoke out softly.

"Well, since it seems you're attracted to danger," She teased softly. "It's a good thing I'm in this line of work."

"I know I say thank you almost on a weekly basis," Brittany blushed a little looking the heroine in front of her. "But I really can't thank you enough," The blonde breathed in deeply when she looked into those big brown eyes. She felt her heart almost stop. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she leaned forward and connected her lips softly with Super Woman's.

Santana felt her body tense up for a second, then suddenly relax. She had wishing for this for a very long time. Since the first time she saw Brittany at the Daily Planet. But she wasn't Santana right now. Super Woman couldn't just go around kissing people…especially Brittany. As much as she wanted to relish in the kiss…As much as she wanted to pick Brittany back up and kissed her hard, she couldn't. At least not like this…not without her knowing the truth…not without her accepting all the faces of Santana Lopez.

Just as she was about to pull away, Brittany did it first. The blonde's hands quickly covered her mouth. The journalist looked like she was about to cry, "I'm so sorry…I don't know...I just…"

Santana put her hand on the side of Brittany's face making the girl make eye contact with her. "It's alright. You've been through a lot in the last few minutes. Emotions are high."

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