AN: This one got some fluff and then some angst because that's my middle name. Sorry!

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Climbing up eight floors later, Lena was left panting. Sweat trickled down the side of her face as she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. The door shut loudly behind her as she got out of the emergency staircase, the blaring alarm now silent save for the blinking red lights enveloping the hallways.

The floor was quiet too and tentatively, she strode forward with purpose. Kara invaded her mind all the way.

It was short-lived though when a man popped into the hallways a few feet in front, successfully halting Lena's step. He wore a full tactical gear, a leering smile on his face.

She cursed under her breath.

Slowly, like closing in a feral animal, he walked towards her. "Are you lost, sweetheart?" His gun trained on her without missing a beat.

Lena raised her hands on instinct, palms up. "Please," she said, making sure to sound pitiful and weak.

The gun in his grip loosened, his eyes wicked, "Relax, pinky-swear I won't hurt you too much."

She gritted her teeth, trying to stay calm. Eyes darted to find weak spots. His face, neck, groin, ankle. When he was within arms-reach, gun slackened and posture loosened, Lena didn't think twice and lunged forward, fist aimed for his throat. But, she wasn't fast enough and he managed to backtrack. Her fist connected with his jaw instead.

A burst of pain coursed from her knuckles up through her arm. It felt like she had just punched a wall. Before she could nurse her could-be-broken-or-bruised hand, a blow to the side of her face took care of her. She collided with the wall, the other side of her head took the brunt of it.

Lena's ears rung. Head spinning.

"Bitch! What'd ya do that for?" He screamed from somewhere above water. "I was trying to be nice, guess I didn't have to. You ask for it."

Another sudden blow to her stomach knocked the breath out of her lungs and Lena belatedly realized she was on all four on the floor, crawling trying to get away.

She really did not think this through, did she.

Her eyes watered, forehead pressing on the dirty floor as she gasped for breath. She waited for the inevitable. His combat boots were loud against the tile as he closed in again. When he stopped at her side, Lena gathered her remaining strength and lunged again, this time at his ankles.

Unprepared, he tipped over with a curse, hitting his head on the ground. The sound of gun clattering echoes through. She scrambled to get up and chased after it.

The man tried to do the same but Lena was faster this time. The moment the gun was in her grasp, she swung it around to the man that had grabbed after her. The gun hit his head with a resounding thud before he face-planted on the floor, unmoving.

She tossed the gun away as if it burned her very palm. Her chest heaved with adrenaline. Her head hurt and her vision swam which she had to take a moment to clear them all. But the thought that Kara could be in danger made her reprieve short.

Lena pushed herself to get up and continued to find where her soulmate might be. Gunshots and then screams echoed further down the hall answered her unspoken question.

She broke into a run.

When she finally arrived at the main office, she had to duck behind a partition to stay hidden. There were four men in the same black tactical gear as the one in the hallway. Their back to Lena.

Two trained their assault rifles on a group of people that was kneeling on the floor. Lena saw James and Winn among them, pressing a bloodied cloth to a woman's stomach that lay still on the ground. Bile rose in her throat. Another man stood at the other side, holding a blonde woman by the arm, a handgun to her temple. And the last one, stood right in the middle facing off against Supergirl.

Lena could clearly see Kara's face from where she hid. Visible anger surged through her features that Lena had to do a double-take at the contradicted vision in her memories. This wasn't the bubbly reporter with a megawatt smile that could blind you figuratively, but a Supergirl that could honest-to-god blind you with her heat vision and finished it with holes at the back of your skull.

"You shouldn't have done that," Supergirl scowled, looked about ready to blast the man's head off.

Lena searched the men for Kryptonite or some sort but found nothing. In fact, the man in the middle, which she assumed was the leader, had no type of weapon whatsoever. It was either he was in a suicide mission or he was confident that he would win whatever this was.

"I told you Supergirl. You had to choose." The leader replied nonchalantly. "These people or Cat Grant?"

Lena ducked down back to her hiding spot. Her relief was fleeting as she realized the grim situation. Supergirl was fast but not that fast to stop bullets pointing in two different directions, was she? Wouldn't the situation be solved by now, if she was?

Lena sucked in a deep breath, mind made up. She whispered, "Kara."

There was a squeak of boots against the floor and then "What—what are you do—um saying, exactly?" Supergirl's stuttering voice echoed over Lena's head.

"Are you deaf?!" The man raised his voice. Lena mentally apologized to her soulmate for surprising her. "I guess you are all brawn and no brain, huh? Now listen carefully and get this into that pretty blonde head of yours. I'm not—"

Lena tuned out the rest. "Kara, I think I can help."

A beat and then, "How did you get in here?"

"Really? You want to know the logistics? I guess these people's lives—"

Lena thought about the gun she left back in the hallways. She should have never left it behind. "I can be a distraction. All you need is a few seconds to take them down right, Supergirl?"

"Fine. I'll choose," Supergirl answered. "Any second now, as long as everyone's safe."

Lena took that as her cue, understood the underlying meaning and with a calculated move, she got out of hiding.

"Hey, assholes!"

There was a suspension in the air as the men turned around, their weapons tilted slightly away from their intended target and every pair of eyes trained on her sudden appearance. By the time Lena blinked, Supergirl was already a streak of blue and red, seizing the weapons and blasting the men one by one in quick succession with heat vision.

They flew in the air at the force, coming to a stop right by Lena's feet. Smoke rose from their chest but it didn't leave a hole on their skin just their bulletproof vest as they remained unconscious.

Lena sagged with relief, catching Kara's eyes from across the room. But, maybe she shouldn't have.

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Kara wasn't angry per se. But, she was not not angry.

Lena didn't really know what she was, really, seeing as the Kryptonian only acknowledged her with a nod from across the room as soon as the threat was neutralized. Blue eyes lacked the familiar warmth, though they were not all cold either, as they shared one last look.

And then she had taken the injured woman in a bridal carry and flew her to the nearest hospital, no doubt. Lena tried not to be jealous because she wasn't that petty—she wasn't. She hoped the woman, whoever she was, survived the gunshot wound.

Moments after that, James and Winn had ran towards her, each giving the biggest and warmest hug Lena ever received that left her speechless. And together they gathered the remaining people that left on the floor out of the building.

They came out of Catco with Cat Grant leading the group to join the crowd gathering at the assembly point. As it was, the NCPD was also just arriving. Police sirens blared and officers scrambled out of their patrol cars. Maggie was among them, leading her team.

Cat strode forward to meet the police officers before they can enter the building. "Fifteen minutes response time? Why bother coming at all?"

"Miss Grant," Maggie greeted. "We received a distress call saying that Catco was attacked?"

"Yes, five men came into my office with guns and took me and my staff hostage. They shot my assistant. I guess you're here to clean up? Since there's literally nothing you can do now to help because Supergirl already took care of it."

Maggie didn't seem at all bothered by the scathing remark, merely ordering her people to scan the building from basement to top, arrest the unconscious men, and called multiple ambos to the scene from her police radio.

"Do you have any idea why they attacked Catco?"

"Jealousy, rage, mental breakdown... The possibility is limitless. Why would I even trouble myself with those Neanderthals' whys and wherefores?" Cat turned around without waiting for a reply, now in Lena's line of sight. "And you, whatever your name is, thank you."

Lena blinked. "My—my name is Lena. Lena Kieran."

Cat closed in without breaking eye contact. And Lena felt like staring at her feline back at home sauntering towards her whenever they wanted something.

"Thank you, Miss Kieran. You saved us all."

Before Lena could form a reply, the older woman was gone to God knows where.

A few minutes later, three ambulances pulled up by the curb and started checking everyone for injuries. Maggie who had stayed by Lena's side the entire time waved down one EMT for her.

She let her injury be checked by the professional, sitting at the back of the ambulance with a shock blanket over her shoulders. Everything was a blur throughout it. She recalled someone cleaning up her bloodied head, cinching the graze to a close at her temple, putting ice pack to her knuckles and saying no to painkillers.

The haze only cleared when a familiar soft thud landed loud in her ears. She snapped her head to the source and found Kara—Supergirl, ways away.

Blue eyes stared back with more warmth now and Lena relaxed. Whatever she saw earlier seemed to evaporate, leaving only a remnant of it. She beckoned Kara silently, needing her close. But, out of nowhere, Cat Grant emerged to intercept Kara's path to ask something out of importance.

The older woman only left after a few exchanges of words, clearly satisfied by Kara's answer.

It felt like forever but finally, Kara was there close enough for Lena to reach if she so wanted.

"Hey," Kara said softly, her voice like a lullaby. As if knowing what was on Lena's mind before, Kara reached out, her thumb rubbed under the cut on Lena's temple with such gentleness. "You okay?"

"Just a scratch. No biggie."

Kara looked about ready to argue but couldn't when someone cleared their throat at the side.

"Supergirl, how's Eve?" Winn—when did he arrive?— asked, comfortably sitting by Lena's side.

"She's still in surgery. The good news is the doctor said the bullet went through and didn't hit any major organ." Blue eyes found hers again. "What happened back there? How did you get hurt?"

Lena shrugged. "It's nothing. Just hit my head."

"Um, no you didn't just hit your head," Winn gave her a look before looking up at Supergirl. "She had a mild concussion and bruised knuckles because she had a tumble with one of them in the hallways," He elaborated with mild respect before continuing. "The EMT said she can go home and rest. But, should limit activities that require high mental concentration in the next 48 hours. Oh, and she refused painkillers."

Lena felt betrayed but more so, confused. "Wait—how'd you...?"

"Because I was here when you explained to Maggie what happen? Lena, you don't remember? Oh god, you have a short term memory loss." He got up in an instant and waved at someone. "Medic! I need one here!"

She got up too and pulled his arm down. "No, no, of course, I remembered. Yeah, it's all coming back to me now." It's not. "I'm fine. I'll just go home and rest."

"Good idea," Kara interrupted. Lena almost forgot she was there too. Maybe she did have a short term memory loss.

"C'mon, I'll take you home."

Kara discarded the shock blanket and the ice pack away, putting her own cape in place around Lena's shoulder before she carried her in a bridal carry. With one last thanks and goodbye to Winn, Supergirl took off and Lena melted against the warmth enveloping her body. Her head tucked under Kara's chin, ear against Kara's steady heartbeat and Lena thought; this is where she belongs.

"Are you really okay?" Kara's voice broke against the windy air and her tranquil state.

She looked up to find concerned blue eyes. "I am. Just tired."

Kara sighed softly. "Why didn't you get out when I told you to?"

"I was worried about you."

"Lena, you do realize who I am, right?"

"You're not invincible, Supergirl. What if they had Kryptonite? I can't just do nothing, can I."

"Kryptonite?" That cute crinkle made its appearance. "Where's this coming from?"

"I just... I had a bad feeling when you left, something awful, that you're going to be in danger. And I never got the chance to tell you but in my vision, I saw you got stabbed in the chest by Kryptonite. I thought something as bad would happen but I guess I was wrong."

"Was that... I mean, I never got stabbed before. That was what you meant when you asked me the other day didn't you. Lena, I'm so sorry I thought you were threatening me."

Lena just snuggled closer. "It's okay. I can see where you're coming from. I wasn't exactly a delight either before that."

"Now that's where you're wrong. You are a freaking delight since the first time I lay my eyes on you. Just full of immense joy."

"Shut up, Supergirl. My head hurt with all your bullshitting."

"Hey, language!"

Lena closed her eyes with a smile on her face while Kara pulled her closer to her chest.

"You shouldn't be worried," Kara said after a while. "I've built up a tolerance for Kryptonite over the years. I can handle the exposure long enough and fought off anyone wielding it."

Lena opened her eyes to find the House of El symbol. "But if you haven't been stabbed before, then my vision...does it mean it's going to happen in the future?"

"Maybe, maybe not... we can talk about it later when you're not concussed. Right now you need to rest." Kara put her down suddenly and Lena didn't even realize they had arrived in front of her house. Kara might have as well gone through a portal, that was how smooth her flight was. "But first," without preamble, she threw her arm around Lena in a hug.

They had a few hugs—okay a lot more hugs before this of course, because Kara was an affectionate person and Lena was touch-starved to not refuse them all, so really, they balance each other out. But, this one felt different. Kara had one hand cradling the back of Lena's head and another arm around both her shoulders in a tight yet tender embrace. It felt sacred somehow and Lena couldn't even reciprocate since she was mummified from the neck below by Supergirl's cape.

"I was so worried and angry and then worried again..." Kara whispered against her hair, her voice pained. "Lena, promised me you wouldn't do anything stupid like that ever again, not without me there."

Lena couldn't even be annoyed at that, so she swallowed her pride and complied. "I promise."

It was worth it when Kara tightened her hold infinitesimally and then planted a soft kiss on Lena's forehead. Lena's function seemed to stop at that but before she knew it, Kara already guided her to the front door and the moment, whatever that was, had seeped into her skin to warm her soul.

"Hey, look who's here to greet you home," Kara opened the door wider to Athos at the entryway. He was sitting inside one of Lena's heels, head jutting out of the hole. Kara instantly pulled him out and cooed over him. "Did ya miss your mommy, Porthos?"

"That's Athos, Kara."

"Wha—No, it's...wait really?" She lifted the kitten higher for better inspection, eyes critical. All three kittens were in a healthy form. A definite step up from their scrawny and mottled state the first time they came. Now, their grey coat shined and their blue eyes, bright. "I still can't tell them apart. They all look the same."

"That's racist."

Kara spluttered. "I didn't mean it like that!" Lena hid her smile and escaped to the kitchen to grab a bag of frozen peas for her bruised knuckles. The pain was starting to annoy her. She moved to the living room and plopped down the couch.

The blonde trailed after her, "You're messing with me. Is this even Athos? Or is it Aramis?"

Lena chuckled, resting her head at the back of the sofa. "You're not proving your point very well, Kara."

Kara just huffed and deposited Athos at the cat towers in the corner of the living room where his brothers were lounging, which she then decided to spend her attention towards, next.

Lena watched their cute interaction from the safety of her couch, content and filled to the brim with peace despite the growing headache. The cat towers was a monstrous thing of nearly 6 feet occupying the space with a split-level kitty condo, built-in toys and ramps for angled scratching. Money well spent, she'd say.

She didn't even realize that her eyes had close or that Kara had now joined her on the couch, only coming out of her haze when the frozen bag of peas was falling out of her lap but Kara didn't let it get far and put it back on top of her hand.

"Oh, thanks."

"You're welcome."

There was something in Kara's gentle tone combined with her mesmerizing gaze that made Lena's sleepiness fade away. The air suddenly felt heavy and the space between them on the couch felt constricted as they stared at each other in silence.

There were moments before this that felt similar. Like they were at a precipice, waiting for the other to make the move first. Whatever that move was, Lena could only guess.

This moment they were currently in was like that times a hundred. Kara was watching her like she was something out of this world. Pure adoration and then some more. Finally, she broke the contact first so that Lena can suck in a much-needed breath but the air left her lungs again when Kara end up kneeling on the ground.

"K—Kara?" Lena's mind went off miles a second.

The Girl of Steel looked up with an infuriating smirk as if she knew where Lena's mind was going. But, then it turned to its usual warmth. "This doesn't look comfortable," she said, reaching out to Lena's foot.

Lena cleared her throat, willing her mind to get out of the gutter. "It's actually the most comfortable shoes I own."

"Still," Kara reasoned cleverly before prying the loafers out of Lena's feet. Lena tried not to let the sensation of Kara's nimble fingers around her ankle got to her. The keyword here tried, but God, she's only human.

Diligently, Kara moved on to Lena's left next, did the same thing and then to Lena's horror, took a whiff. "Whoa...the smell..."

Lena's ears burn. "Kara!"

Kara just laughed, her laughter filled every inch of Lena's house. "Just kidding! It doesn't smell at all! Look, even Aramis loves it." She pointed to the kitten now occupying the loafers from before.

"That's Porthos, Kara."

"Aw, I'm really bad at this."

Lena laughed in turn and then winced at the sudden sharp pain in her abdomen. Kara was by her side on the couch again in seconds.

"What's wrong?"

Pulling her blouse up, an angry bruise had started forming along her ribcage. Oh, she forgot about the kick to her ribs.

"Lena," Kara gasped which Lena quickly cut off.

"It's not that bad. Stop making me laugh and I'll live." She put the frozen peas to ease the pain but winced again. Wrong move. The cold singed.

A blur and a gust of wind later, "You have to wrap it up, dummy," Kara took the bag of frozen peas and covered it with a kitchen towel. Once it was secured, she gently laid it on the bruising skin again.

Lena sagged at the cool contact. Kara had kept one hand on the makeshift ice pack attentively. But, her other hand, which was initially on Lena's waist had started its gentle ministration of searching for more injuries. Knuckles brushed against the side of her rib before it moved lower. Lena's heart stopped and so did Kara's touch.

Swallowing against the lump forming in her throat, Lena braved herself to peer under her lashes. Kara was already watching her, waiting, with that look again.

"Your eyes," Kara suddenly said, "They're green and blue. They're really beautiful."

"Th—Thanks. I had them since I was born."

Kara's lips quirked up, blue eyes flickered downward for a moment.

Lena's brain short-circuited. "It—it's called Heterochromia where a person has differently coloured eyes or eyes that have more than one colour. It doesn't cause any problems most of the time, just a quirk caused by genes passed down fro—"

Kara kissed her.

Soft and warm and sudden.

And Lena closed her eyes and kissed back. Cautiously... Pliantly...

Moving her lips to start tasting what Kara's lips were made of. They were sweet and soft like cotton candy but only much better because Kara wasn't going to melt away on the first touch or the second and the third. Kara was still there, kissing Lena senseless, warm hand cradling her jaw to tilt her head for a better angle to taste each other.

When they finally pulled apart, breaths still ghosting on their faces, Lena gripped Kara's wrist for support where her hand now had settled on Lena's neck.

"Um your eyes are really pretty too," Lena said intelligently to the growing silence. "They're my favourite shade of blue. I've never seen it anywhere else."

Kara smiled, amused. "Yeah? Would you say it's out of—"

"Don't say it," Lena warned. Kara only chuckled, eyes glinting and beautiful that Lena just had to kiss her again for the sake of it.

Kara returned the kiss enthusiastically, darting out a tongue to swipe over Lena's lips. And Lena's mind chose that sinful moment to remind her about the things she had kept from Kara that couldn't be put on hold any longer.

With great effort, Lena pulled away. "I have to tell you something."

"Oh? And what's that?"

Kara's voice was downward husky that left Lena's throat dry as a desert. Fuck, she needed to get it together.

"Kara, please."

The air of playfulness immediately died out as Kara regarded her seriously. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I— I have to tell you something."

"Okay."

Lena took a deep breath. "The truth is I am a Luthor. Lex's my brother. He sent me here and got me a job at Catco after I got out of prison."

Blue eyes searched her face in silence. That cute crinkle made its appearance but this time it only left Lena with a building dread inside her. "So, you really are a Luthor?"

"I am."

"Why did you lie?"

Lena was left grasping for answers. The silence that followed was heavy. Kara then stood up which Lena mirrored before the Kryptonian walked slightly away to put a safe distance between them.

"That night, our first game night, I asked you if you were a Luthor but you said you're not. Why did you lie? I don't understand."

"I—I wasn't ready, okay. Does it really matter? It's not like it's a big deal, right."

Kara levelled her with a look that shattered Lena's heart. "Wow. Are you serious right now?"

"Why me suddenly becoming a Luthor a problem? Shouldn't you be happy your soulmate was a Luthor? At least you got something good out of this mess."

"What are you talking about?"

"A Super and a Luthor. Superman got Lex. And now you got me, a Luthor too. The legacy continued. Now you can tell your friends that."

"I don't care about any of that, Lena! Is that all you think of me?" Kara's chest heaved like she had run out of air. "I care about you. About us. But, from the very start, you lied to me. What else had you been lying about? You said you have no one else, no family, that you were an orphan, was that a lie?"

Lena's eyes burned, throat constricting. "All this time, do you see anyone else in my life, Kara? I have no one but you and your friends and I am an orphan. Lionel died and my mom— my real mom gave me to Lionel for drug money and months later, she OD. So, yeah, I'm an orphan, Kara." she spat.

Kara winced, moving forward to try and reach out. But Lena turned away, wrapping her arms around her middle to soothe her frantic heartbeat.

"I think I should go," Kara said from behind her.

There were footsteps residing, a thud of a closed door, and then there was nothing.

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AN: Sorry?