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Made a few minor changes to clarify the middle scene, per criticism from WWLAOS.
Kara turned away from the crowd of reporters, deliberately paying no more attention to Clark and Lois Lane than any of the others.
"One more question, Supergirl!" Lois called. Kara paused and turned back.
"Yes, Ms. Lane?" she asked. She was more than a little surprised that Lois hadn't recognized her, since she'd seen Kara at Clark's apartment. Kara resisted the urge to shake her head in disbelief. Funny what a pair of glasses and a different hairstyle could do, even to a trained observer like Lois. Of course, it was possible that Lois had recognized her, and just wasn't saying anything. For all Kara knew, Lois knew Clark's secret as well.
"Can you tell us anything about when Superman will be back?" Clark had told Kara about the ardor with which Lois had once pursued the Man of Steel, an ardor that carried over into her tone of voice and had made the stubbornly proud woman the butt of more than a few jokes. There was no ardor in her voice now though. Concern yes, but not ardor. Kara fought down a grin. No doubt that was because her interests now focused on a certain Kansas farm boy, rather than a costumed crime fighter.
"Yes I can, Ms. Lane. In fact, I just heard from him this morning." Rao's own truth. Clark had called her from the plane as it winged west across the Atlantic. He had been a bit miffed at being called away from the economic conference and summoned back to Metropolis, partly because circumstances forced him to travel by jet, again, and partly because Lois had agreed, after not too much cajoling, to stay on for a long weekend in the Spanish resort town the conference was being held at.
"He should be back in Metropolis by Monday." Kara did smile then. Clark might be back, but Superman was going to hold off a few more days. It was Kara's idea, but Clark had embraced it enthusiastically. The different return times might throw off anyone who suspected Clark's dual identity.
"Now, if you'll excuse me..." She leapt skyward, and was gone.
"It just isn't fair!" Jim Possible groused.
"Yeah!" Tim joined in. "Kim got to meet Supergirl, why can't we?" The Possibles (and one Stoppable) were eating a late breakfast at an outdoor restaurant at the Metropolis Airport. They were checked out of the hotel, their bags had been checked in, and they were whiling away the few remaining hours of their stay in the Big Apricot before their flight departed. The notion of an outdoor dining area at an airport had struck Kim as more than a little odd. She'd expected the noise of jets to make conversation all but impossible, but it hadn't. State of the art sound deadening technology from Luthorcorp was the reason, according to their server. Whatever the case, people in the dining area could converse in normal voices while jets passed silently overhead.
"Now boys," Mrs. Dr. Possible admonished. "Supergirl is a busy person, what with a city the size of Metropolis to look after."
"Besides," Kim added, "It's not like I can just whistle her up whenever I want to, and even if I could, I wouldn't do it just so you could meet her. She's got more important things to do that play meet and greet with you." The words came out a little more harshly than Kim had intended, and the tweebs faces fell. Kim relented at once, and started to say so, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Actually, I'm free right at the moment."
They all looked up in time to see Kara touch down beside their table.
"Supergirl!"
Kim's parents looked stunned, and Jim and Tim's jaws were on the floor. Kara turned to Kim and Ron.
"I just wanted to see you off, and say thanks again for your help."
"It was no big," Kim said modestly. What a lie. This had been the biggest mission of her career, bar none. 'Be a little more honest Kim,' she told herself. "It was a pleasure though, to work with you again, Supergirl."
Kara bowed slightly.
"The pleasure was mine," she said. Turning, Kara regarded the four other people at the table.
"These must be your folks." Kim quickly introduced her parents.
"It's a real honor to meet you," Kara said, shaking their hands. She turned to the tweebs.
"And these must be Jim and Tim." The boys blushed furiously, even more so after Kara patted them on their heads.
"Well, I've got to run along. Have a safe trip home and, ah, if you ever do need to 'whistle me up'." It was Kim's turn to blush. Kara produced a card from her belt.
"This number will take you straight to whoever is on monitor duty on the Watchtower."
Kim and Ron stared at the card. "The Justice League?" they exclaimed as one.
Kara grinned. "Superman talked them into making me an associate member. If you need me, just call them and they'll put us in touch." Then she stepped back, said , "Bye now," and flew away.
Jim found his voice first. "Can you believe it? We met Supergirl!" Tim added, in an astonished tone, "Can you believe that skirt? I could see everything!"
Kim and her mother smacked him at the same time.
Duff Killigan placed a ball on his tee and straightened up. He gazed thoughtfully down the fairway. Three hundred and eighty-five yards. Slight dogleg left. The flag on the pin was fluttering straight at him. He picked up a pinch of grass and let it fall, judging it with a practiced eye. Ten mile an hour headwind. Better use the one wood, keep it low. He gave an order, and his caddy handed him his chosen club. He took a few practice swings, then addressed the ball.
Crack!
A perfect shot. As he watched the tiny white sphere hurtle through the cloudless blue Jamaican sky, he mulled his present circumstances. He'd gotten out of Metropolis with his skin in one piece, and with a tidy sum of money he'd filched from Intergang. There had been enough to buy himself a new identity and pay for a vacation, with plenty left over for his next criminal enterprise. A month or so relaxing in the Caribbean, and then it would be back to work. In the meantime, he would savor his victory. He had gotten the best of the Metropolis police and their vaunted Special Crimes Unit, as well as Supergirl and Intergang. Sweetest of all though, he'd put one over on Kim Possible. Not many villains could say that. His ball landed in the middle of the fairway and bounced a bit closer to the green. Maybe eighty yards short. He'd be on in two, and one putt for par. Unless he chipped in. It could happen. He'd already done it twice this round. Killigan smiled. Winning, he decided, was something he could definitely get used to.
