I have no idea what this is going to be, if anything. I have some writer's block for my Lost Girl story and I've been hyperfixating on Supercorp, so I figured I'd write some stuff here. Please be nice.
"I bring presents!" I announced, walking confidently through the large doors of the grand office.
The dark-haired woman's eyes widened from behind her prison as she immediately shut her laptop and stood up to greet me – a wide smile plastered on her face.
"Kara Danvers, you… are a goddess," she marveled, taking the drink holder consisting of two large milkshakes from my hand and putting them down on her oval-ish shaped, white, glossy, big-boss desk. I set down the enormous bag of burgers and fries next to the milkshakes and reached over to accept the incoming hug.
Lena gave some of the best hugs. She locked her right arm just above my left shoulder, and her left arm squeezed at my ribs, locking behind my right shoulder blade. She held me close as I held her, both of us holding on until a beat after our deepest sighs. Lena was my best friend but so much more. She was what humans might call a soulmate. I would do anything to protect her, anything to make her happy. Her mere presence immediately made my day better.
We each released the other from our stronghold; I immediately missed the contact. Lena seemed to as well as she touched my forearm gently, flashing me her signature smile before making her way back to the other end of the desk. I quickly rearranged her guest chairs so I was sitting in the middle, opposite her.
"One salted caramel cheesecake milkshake for you," I announced, handing the oversized plastic to-go cup, filled to the brim with milkshake, bits of cheesecake, and drizzled caramel. "And one cookie monster for me…"
"What is even in that? And why is it blue?" Lena questioned with a raised eyebrow, studying my incredibly delectable afternoon dessert.
"Don't hate…"
"I'm not," she chuckled.
"It's cookie monster ice cream –"
"Which is?"
"Uh… you know…"
Lena stared at me questioningly.
"I'm… not exactly sure."
Lena couldn't help but laugh and shake her head at me, reaching to pull items out of the bag and splaying the burgers and fries between us.
"It's good. It's got cookie dough in it…"
"That I can see," she smiled, pointing towards the mountain of cookie dough atop the milkshake. "Still doesn't explain why it's blue," she quipped.
I smiled shyly, grabbing one of the oversized straws Lena had taken out of the bag and plopping it into my gigantic, beautiful blue, sweet, precious drink.
"You're basically a child," she laughed, watching as I closed my eyes, holding my drink tightly to me as if I was never letting go.
I smiled at her as I shrugged my shoulders, trying my best not to choke on the exuberant amount of shake I had just filled my mouth with.
"How big a burger did you get?" Lena questioned, taking out the last burger from the bag.
"Hey, I told you long ago that people seriously underestimate how much I can eat," I defended.
"You did," she nodded.
I unwrapped my double bacon deluxe cheeseburger and took a ginormous bite.
In one of our first times eating together, I had told Lena that people tended to underestimate me when it came to food. She considered that a challenge and, while the girl could absolutely hold her own, she still couldn't keep up. Lena may have looked all prim and proper – and yes, it was true that she did like the finer things in life – the girl could definitely get down and dirty with the rest of us…at least most of the time.
"This is so amazing. You have no idea how hungry I have been," Lena admitted popping a French fry into her mouth.
"I would assume not eating for thirty-two hours and seventeen minutes would do that to a person," I retorted, looking up at her through my glasses.
Lena smirked at me. "I lost – "
"Track of time," I interrupted her. "Yea, I know. Hence, food!"
"You're literally the best friend that has ever existed."
"Eh," I dismissively waved my hand towards her compliment. "I just want to make sure you are taken care of, since obviously, you forget to tend to your basic human needs."
"Well, thank you," Lena sighed as she finished her burger, wiping her mouth and balling up her trash. "This milkshake should be illegal," she commented, taking a swig of the giant decadent drink.
"It's pretty awesome," I agreed, gathering my own trash together and putting it in the original bag the burgers came in. "I'll take that out when I leave."
"So…how is everything going? I feel like I haven't seen you in a year," Lena urged.
I touched the side of my glasses, adjusting them ever so slightly on my nose. "Oh, you know… just being busy," I tried to circumvent the question.
"Kara…" Lena pressed, her brow furrowing with concern at my response.
I should have known it wouldn't have been that easy.
"Is everything at CatCo okay?"
"Oh, yea… everything at CatCo is fine. I've gotten a couple really interesting leads, and that's all fine –"
"But…"
I looked away and adjusted my glasses up again before moving to play with my fingers, my hands resting on Lena's large desk.
"Kara, what's wrong?" Lena asked, placing one of her strong yet delicate hands over mine.
I looked up at her hesitantly, a deep sigh escaping my chest. "The other day I…"
Lena looked at me intensely, worry and concern flooding her face.
"I came into contact with an unknown substance – not kryptonite…something else – and it…"
"It what, Kara? What happened?"
I knew telling Lena what had happened would worry her and I didn't want to cause her that pain, but I also knew that we needed – I needed – her help. She was the most brilliant scientist the world had seen, and if anyone could figure it out, she could. She had already figured a way to make me an anti-kryptonite suit, and I knew that she'd be able to help with this too.
Subconsciously, I had taken Lena's index finger and started rubbing the top of her nail and side of her nailbed with my thumb rhythmically, trying to regulate myself.
"It makes kryptonite look like child's play and not just for me…for J'onn, for Alex, for James… all of us."
There it was. Enter in, the concerned, worried, and relatively ticked-off signature Lena Luthor face.
"Where was it?" she asked calmly. Lena always had this ability to appear calm in chaos, but I could hear her increased heartbeat, I could feel the heat of her skin rise, I could see the slightly faster rise and fall of her chest.
I readjusted my fingers, hooking her thumb between my fingers and continued rubbing her nail/nailbed. I didn't even realize I was doing it – and if she minded, she surely didn't show it. Lena only curled her fingers around my non-moving digits and allowed me to absent-mindedly continue.
"The scanners picked up a strange radioactive signature not too far off the coast. It looked like it was in the middle of nowhere, but when we got there, it was like this weird, man-made island surrounded by this forcefield. J'onn and I were able to break up through the forcefield after a little time, but before…" I paused, taking a breath. Lena rubbed her thumb against the webbing of my hand for reassurance and comfort.
"Before we could actually approach the building, J'onn and I were both blasted backward and landed in the water. He was weakened significantly, and I…"
I removed one of my hands from Lena's hold to adjust my glasses before placing it back on her wrist and rubbing her nailbed a little more roughly. "It was like I had been flooded with kryptonite. I started drowning, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't swim…" I looked down, tears starting to form in my eyes.
Lena got up from her chair, stretching as far as she could so she would not break the lock of our hands and walked around towards my chair. Our shifting positions automatically spun my swivel chair around slightly as she knelt down in front of me, her brilliant eyes catching mine.
"The only way either of us is even here is because Alex and James took a speedboat."
Lena moved one hand from our tight embrace and brought it up to my cheek to wipe away a trailing tear.
"Come here," she comforted, opening up her arm to take me into hers.
I let go of her hand and allowed myself to be cuddled into her, my hands locking around her shoulders as I started to cry into her.
My glasses started fogging almost immediately – and as if she had read my mind, Lena stood us up and guided us to the couch on the other side of her office. She slowly took off my glasses and gingerly set them on the glass coffee table in front of us before engulfing me into her arms once again. She held me close, her grip around me tightening as I cried into her chest.
It had been such an overwhelming and overstimulating week. All of my senses had been on overload for days, and I was at the point where I didn't feel safe in my own skin. For some time, Lena had been the only person that could calm me – actually calm me from the inside out. As my tears poured out, I tried to put all of my attention onto the rhythm of her heart – the steady, soft beat setting a tempo for my breathing. Much like at the desk, I had found a patch of Lena's shirt that I started rubbing between my thumb and forefinger. As I settled, the rubbing slowed to where my fingers just rested against the fabric near the side of her waist.
Lena ran the palm of her hand over my hair – following the curves of my half-bun, half-ponytail down to my neck and shoulders. She repeated this motion several times as she felt my breath synchronize with hers.
When my sobs softened, I straightened myself up. Lena reached behind her to grab a box of tissues on the end table and handed them to me as she continued to stroke a strand of hair that had escaped the captivity of my hairband.
"I… I'm sorry," I apologized, looking down at my lap, my voice low and meek.
"Kara…" Lena cooed, grabbing my hands and stroking my wrists. "I am always here for you. We're there for each other. You're allowed to cry."
I glanced up at her. The brunette's facial expressions were soft, loving, concerned…
"I know… I just…"
"Even Supergirl can't do it alone," she asserted pointedly.
A small chuckle sprang from my lips. "Yea…guess not."
Lena readjusted my hands in hers to firmly run her thumb against the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.
"I just… I… I've been overwhelmed…"
"And you're overloaded," Lena finished my sentence. "I could tell the moment you walked in the door."
I looked up at her, her soft eyes catching mine.
"You're safe here, Kara."
I nodded. I knew I was. Which is probably what caused the unintentional meltdown. I was safe with Lena, and I knew it.
"You told me that the substance affected James and Alex as well. What happened?"
"Oh… um…" word-finding was becoming more complicated. Great. I sighed heavily.
"Take your time. It's okay," she soothed, turning her palm over in my hands, allowing me access to rub at the base of her thumb on her palm.
I didn't know when I started fidgeting with Lena's fingers. It just sorta happened one day, and I had been doing it since. There was something comforting and reassuring about when I could feel Lena's skin and know she was right there.
"They weren't affected right away like J'onn and me. They were able to get me out of the water. The first thing I…um…remember was looking up at Alex from the boat. She must have given me CPR or something…" I continued. "I must have dozed back out because the next thing I remember was under a yellow sun lamp, and Alex was beside me, hooked up to machines."
"Is she okay?" Lena questioned immediately.
I stammered a moment. "Yes… I mean, kinda?"
Lena's face contorted.
"She's fine, for now. Back working. She's…Alex. But we don't know what this is or what its hiding or… so she's stressed and worried…and –"
"How can I help?"
"I'm not a scientist. I don't know where to start or what I'm looking for. Everyone at the DEO seems stumped…"
"Okay," Lena nodded, removing her hands from mine before kissing my forehead. She quickly stood up and marched over to her desk.
I watched her intently. "Okay?" I quizzed, not sure what she meant by that.
Lena had 'resolve face' on as she sat in her chair, opened her laptop and typed furiously. Lena's eyes were locked on her screen. She hadn't answered me yet, but I figured she would when she was finished doing…whatever it was she was doing. Lena tended to have a direct mind: when she was set on doing something, she went and did it… usually immediately. And that was with everything – business, pleasure, shopping, food…anything.
Lena was over at my apartment this one time, and I had casually mentioned that I really wanted some rocky road ice cream. The very next thing I knew, there were two pints of ice cream arriving at my door. She didn't even tell me she was getting them; she just… did. It was one of the things I adored about her. I tended to overanalyze everything. Sure, there were times I was impulsive, or I made quick decisions – often when it came to protecting someone, especially the people I loved – but in ordinary, everyday decisions, I constantly analyzed every angle of every piece of the situation.
"Well, that's done," Lena concluded, breaking through my thoughts.
"Wha… What's done?" I asked curiously.
She turned in her chair before striding back over to me on the couch, sitting down beside me once more.
"I'm taking you home, and we're going to get you in some comfortable clothes and watch some of your favorite movies for the rest of the day."
I started to protest, but the brunette cut me off.
"You have to take some time to recover, Kara."
I nodded.
"I'm going to call J'onn on our way and first thing tomorrow, you and I will go to the DEO and start problem-solving. I'll do whatever I can to help, and I'll provide any resources L-Corp has that will be useful," she assured, grabbing my hands and holding them tightly. "Okay?"
I nodded lightly. "Okay."
I knew there was no sense arguing with her or telling her how I didn't want her to rearrange her hectic schedule for me… As I said, once Lena put her mind to something, that was that. It wasn't going to be changed. And honestly, while I hadn't expected her to help or to spend that extra time with me, I was selfishly hoping she would. I had tried putting on the best mask I could all morning and through lunch, but Lena saw straight past it, as usual. Most people couldn't, but she wasn't 'most people. She was Lena, and Lena knew me just as well, if not better, as Alex.
Lena stood up, walked back over to her desk and collected her items. She threw our trash in her trash can, "the janitor will get it; it's not a big deal." She grabbed our respective milkshakes and my purse before walking back over to me. I tenderly took hold of my milkshake and put my bag on my shoulder before Lena took hold of my left hand and walked me out of her office. "My driver is already waiting downstairs," she noted. "Let's get you home."