Kara put down the towel as soon as the other woman was out the door. She sighed. Her and her damn principles. She twisted before leaning on the tub to get in without falling. She let herself slip in as soon as she could. She sighed again but for a completely different reason. It felt so good so soak in warm water.

There were all kinds of jars around her, it looked like colored salts, some contained liquids perfume, shower gel, shampoo…once she was done with that she noticed there were buttons on that tubs. She tried one. She moaned, she had turned on the hydraulic therapy jets. It was just what her sore muscles needed.

On the other side of the door Lena's eyes grew wide, she was still trying to compose herself. That was ruined as her imagination pictured many things that could make Kara moan like that, soaking wet...

She pushed away from the door, looked at it for a second before pretty much running away from it. She had things to do.

First, she went back to the emails the doctor had sent her. She reread it. She was advised to keep Kara away from toxic people. The problem was that Kara didn't share much about her drug use. Lena didn't know who provided whatever the blonde was addicted to and who knew and didn't do anything. It was obvious Kara didn't want to contact her sister. Was it because she was ashamed or because she had something to do with it?

She didn't want to go back to her place, maybe because she still had drugs there, pondered the CEO.

She didn't want to involve people at Catco. It was where Kara was employed, she didn't want others to know. Lena was too used to people talking and how damaging it could be. Nor could she involve James. He was Kara's ex, she didn't know how that would go. Not to forget that Lena felt weird around him. She knew he didn't trust her, yet he was giving her signals…as if he was interested in a relationship or something with her. How could people be genuinely involved without trust? Maybe it was her Luthor paranoia, always wondering about people's ulterior motives.

She kept on reading. A few things were going well, Kara was eating and drinking fine. No puking so far. To help her going through withdrawal she needed to take care of her, keep her busy. Some people reacted well at first with physical activities. Lena's brain went to a place it shouldn't for a second before she kept on going. It was recommended to distract her friend, she could play cards, watch movies, just talk…but more importantly Lena had to be there to listen.

To Lena it was obvious Kara was angry. It was a possibility and sometimes it was good to get a punching bag or something similar. However, it wouldn't resolve the origin of the problem, just temporally help with the anger Kara seemed to have. Knowing Kara was used to train with her sister and was very fit, obviously, added her mind. It wasn't such a bad idea.

Then the part she knew was coming, she couldn't help but feel her heart drop as she read it. It was ill advised to enter a relationship during an early addiction recovery. Oh God, there was even a list as to why. He physician must have felt the need to add it, and it was obviously meant for Kara to read too.

Relationships take the focus off of recovery.

Relationships take the focus off of the individual.

Relationships increase the potential for relapse due to emotional intensity.

There is too much potential for underlying issues, projections, and complexes to be creating the attraction.

Low self-esteem and the bargaining process of relationships make early recovery a tenuous time to enter a relationship.

There is a strong likelihood of outgrowing the relationship quickly.

In early recovery you do not really know yourself yet.

In early recovery you may not have a healthy understanding of what love is yet.

There is a strong possibility of the individual in early recovery acting on, "I want what I want when I want it."

In light of advice to the contrary, if you decide to enter a relationship, you are working your own program. This is self-will, and this is an addictive behavior.

That part she had to print so she could give it to her friend. Even more reasons for her to hold on to her friendship and keep it platonic. She closed her eyes, sighed and wished for something she never thought she would. Not seeing a naked Kara for a while. She could not break.

That's when a knock come to her door. Finally, her personal shopper coming with the clothes she had ordered for Kara. She went and opened the door to be surprised. It wasn't a common occurrence with the security she had in place.

"Sam? Is everything okay?"

"You tell me" Ordered the brunette as she stepped in.

Mechanically Lena closed the door behind her friend as she spoke again. "What's wrong? I was told by your secretary…let's emphasis that part, your secretary, told me you had taken at least two weeks off. And I quote, a well needed vacation?"

"I admit, I should have told you directly. I'm sorry I was busy. I need some time off work"

"You didn't answer me. Is everything okay?"

"Why would anything need to be wrong?"

"Still no real answer" Sam paused as she got closer to the raven-haired woman, putting her hands on her shoulders. "You never take any time off. Never. So…" She took a deep breath. "If you don't want to talk about it that's fine, but know that I don't think of you as jus my employer. I consider you a dear friend. You can tell me anything I…"

"Lena?"

Overgirl had stepped out of her wonderful bath, she had heard a strong unknown voice and came right away. She didn't like what she saw. A stranger had her hands on her Luthor. Lena had her arms crossed and looked uncomfortable.

It looked completely different for Sam. Her arms dropped as she gaped. The blonde had walked with only a white towel wrapped around her. The wet blond hair falling on her shoulders, a few drops still sliding slowly down her body.

Lena realized her mouth was suddenly dry as she gulped. She was looking at the wrong drop, slowly disappearing between Kara's breasts. She felt guilty for objectifying her recovering friend like that, when moments ago she was repeating herself not to.

"Kara?!" Sam was obviously stunned. "Weren't you on vacation to…" She trailed off, eyes growing wider. She looked from one friend to another. Connecting the dots. She took a step back.

Overgirl was frowning. Her doppelganger knew this woman. She walked closer to Lena, close enough to touch, claiming her territory. "Are you alright?" Worried for different reasons.

Lena uncrossed her arms, one hand coming to rest on Kara's arm to reassure her. "Yes. We were just…Don't worry I didn't say anything…" She meant about the blonde addiction, but since she couldn't finish that sentence without giving away the information she wanted to keep between them, it cemented Sam's idea.

Samantha took a few steps back until she sat on the couch, her hand come up to cover her lips for a second. "I knew it!" She finally exclaimed.

Lena opened her mouth to deny it but Sam didn't give her enough time. She was speaking again. "How many times did I tell you she couldn't be as straight as you claimed. With the way she dressed! Come on! And you…telling me she'd never like you back" Then she stopped and frowned. "How long has this been going on?"

"This is none for your business" Stated Kara as she crossed her arms, taking a step forward so she would be slightly in front of Lena.

"Kara. That's just Sam" Lena didn't want to put her friend on the spot, but could feel how tensed she was. She was glaring at their friend, and seemed angry. She wanted her to feel safe and calm.

Sam stood up. She didn't know the blonde that well, but had been colleague then friend with Lena for years. She wasn't how she usually was. She seemed so small looking at Kara worriedly, like she was her world and could crumble. She didn't like that.

"Lena. I know how much you care for Kara" She glanced at the blonde before focusing on Lena again. "You shouldn't do this if she is hurting you in anyway"

"How dare you?!" Kara took an aggressive step forward, fists clenched, ready for a fight. Lena stepped in between them.

"Sam this is really not what you think. I…I…"

"Are you in a relationship? Is she using you to get over her Daxamite boyfriend?" She looked over Lena's shoulder, straight into blue eyes. "From what I've seen I like you Kara. You seem nice. But don't think for a second I'll stand by while someone hurts my friend. In any way"

Overgirl felt a shiver of disgust go up her spine. Supergirl had a Daxamite boyfriend! She couldn't believe any version of her would ever stoop so low. She had learned on Krypton what kind of people they were. She was brought back to their argument as she brunette threatened her.

Kara felt a rise in her. How could this human speak to her like that?! Then she remembered, at that moment she was pretty much human too. Except for her higher mind. No one was allowed to speak to Overgirl like that. She pulled back her shoulder but as she started to move she felt Lena's hands grabbed hers. It felt like the pressure was slowly lowering. Lena gave her a squeeze before Kara interlaced their fingers behind Lena's back.

Overgirl looked down at that small part of their body touching, yet it felt like such an anchor. She looed back up into this Sam's eyes. "I'm having some personal issues I don't feel comfortable sharing. Know that I would never intentionally hurt her"

Their stared in each other eyes for a while, looking for some truth in the other, which turned into a staring contest.

"Fine" Conceded Sam as she stepped back. Lena sighed and shifted to have a better look at the blonde, which is when the towel dropped.

Sam immediately turned around, while Kara just look at it fall to the floor.

"Kara, clothes"

"I didn't want to put these clothes back on after my bath"

Lena leaned and grabbed the towel. "At least put the towel back on for now"

Kara took it, slowly wrapping it back around her now dry body. "Relax, she is not looking"

"I am"

"How many times do you need to see it to feel at ease?"

They heard Sam shift awkwardly and Lena blushed hard which earned her a smirk from Kara.

Someone knocked on the front door. Lena gave a pointed look at the blonde.

"What?"

"Could you please leave so I let my personal shopper in without flashing her?"

"I'm decent"

Overgirl received another look. "Fine" She left the room, doing her best to ignore the snort coming from this Sam woman. She couldn't help but still think about it as she left the room. A Daxamite. Really?!

Lena opened the door. Telling herself this had better be Tricia. She relaxed as she let her in.

Sam thought it would be best for her to leave. "I'm sorry for…" she cleared her throat. "Interrupting"

"It's okay. I should have called you"

Sam nodded. "You will, right? I want to hear about this." She didn't give Lena the opportunity to refuse and walked away. Lena closed the door.

Lena was so tensed as she let her personal shopper out that she could feel pain in her shoulders and her head was starting to ache. She was wondering as she picked up Kara's clothes if she had entered the twilight zone. Her best friend walking around naked, being darker, angrier…with an addiction…staying in her apartment.

She walked down the corridor to best friend's room and knocked.

She heard rustling behind that door. "Yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"Of course" Overgirl was still surprised when Lena was so considerate of her while she considered her to have the power.

Lena slowly opened the door half scared half excited to be faced with a naked blonde. She breathed out as she walked in. Kara was standing very straight by her bed.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes" Kara nodded a little. She was acting a little strange again.

Lena didn't comment as she went next to her friend and spread the new clothes on the bed. She had advised her personal shopper on what to get from what she had seen Kara wear, and then selected what she thought was best. "I know you like pastels so I included a few, like this blue shirt…" She grabbed the shirt's cuff and twiddled with it. "Just take your pick and maybe we can talk about what you'd like best, or even go shop for it"

Overgirl immediately grabbed the cloth Lena was touching, which didn't go unnoticed. "I also picked some horizontal strips shirts, cardigans…just chose whatever you like best at the momen" Lena made sure to look into her friend's eyes as she spoke.

She paused while Kara looked at the different clothes, picking up a bag she didn't empty. "As for underwear, I'm told there is a little bit of everything, but I didn't look"

Seeing the raven-hairedflush a little as she spoke Kara couldn't help but smirk as she asked "You don't want to wonder which underwear I'd be wearing every day?"

Lena took a step back and tried to act as poised as she could, one hand still lowered on some shirt, she raised an eyebrow. "From what I've seen, it's more probable I'd wonder if you are wearing any"

Overgirl smirk turned into a smile at that come back, before she looked once more at the clothes. Lena did the same but frowned as she saw something stick out from under a pillow, right next the dark blue and white plaid sleeveless dress. She grabbed it and pulled out a laptop. Her laptop.

"Kara? Why is my laptop hidden under your pillow?" Lena picked up the computer as she spoke before looking up at the blonde.

Kara's shoulders were dropped, eyes lowered to the dark pink houndstooth skirt she was wrangling nervously.

Lena sighed as she sat down on the bed and opened it. Her stomach was in knots, she expected the worst, from dark net drug dealers to any form of contact with something related to her friend's addiction.

Kara knew she had done something wrong, she felt bad for doing this to Lena. She couldn't help but remember that by disobeying she was letting people down. Before the young Luthor could speak Kara managed to speak "I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't have touched what doesn't belong to me without asking permission" She looked up as she finished, to see the other woman's reaction. To see how mad and disappointed she was.

Lena merely gave her a soft smile, then pushed the clothes away to clear enough space for the blonde to sit. She patted the bed. "Sit down. I'm not mad. I'd rather you had asked first but that's okay"

This time Kara was mindful of the towel wrapped around her body, she lifted one arm to keep it in place as she sat down next to the raven-haired woman. "I'm really sorry"

"It's okay. I promise" Lena lifted her hand, ready to pat her friend on the thigh, but stopped with her hand in the air, bringing it back to the computer. "Is there any reason you're doing some research on World War II?"

"I…I…" Overgirl couldn't say she was curious to know what had happened in this world that had made it possible to defeated the Reich.

Or that seeing Lena working and hiring so many people of color, knowing that the Luthor liked to be surrounded by the best made her question why?

She had been taught that humans were designed this way, categorized in races some better than others, the Arians being the best. She never had the opening to question it. She was a proud Kryptonian and was ashamed to say she didn't ask. She couldn't for so long but then…

They made a true soldier out of her, not designed to ask question or wonder. Here she had the opportunity to have science to back her up.

Watching her struggle Lena spoke again. "It's okay. I just wanted to know what brought it on, that's all"

"I recently had a disagreement with…someone. I just wanted to look a few things up"

"Personally, I think it was always bound to collapse. You can hold on for so long onto things and people by force"

"What about…" She was trying to remember something she had just read. " White supremacists?"

Lena snorted. "There is no race biologically better than any other. Because there is no biological reality to human race! The idea of races was invented by some old white men thinking about it through their lenses, so sure of their own superiority, basing it more on appearances than anything else"

The raven-haired woman stopped for a second, not sure of what the expression on her friend's face meant. "I'm sorry if I got carried away. I believe in science and with the technology we have now, it has been proven that humans have no actual race by the true genetic definition. Yet we still live in a racist society. I can…are you sure you're okay Kara? You're very pale"

Without a word Kara got up as fast as she could and ran towards the bathroom. Lena jumped right after her, grabbing the falling towel in the process. Lena walked in to see the blonde on her knees crying and puking down the toilet. Her friend was shivering so she softly wrapped the towel around Kara before giving a little twist to the blonde hair, pulling it on top of Kara's head then held it there with one hand. The blonde was sobbing while Lena was rubbing her back, whispering that she was safe and it was going to be fine.

When there was nothing else left to throw up Kara lowered her head until her forehead was resting on the toilet seat, still sobbing. Lena groaned as she shifted, her knees hurt a little but the tiles weren't too cold anymore. She slowly let down the blond hair she was holding on her friend's shoulder.

"Do you feel any better sweetie?" Lena wasn't sure why she whispered it.

Kara swallowed painfully before looking at the other woman. She managed to rasp out. "Not really" She closed her bloodshot eyes and took a deep breath.

Lena couldn't help herself, she leaned closer to kiss Kara on the top of her head. "Do you think you can get up?"

"Don't know"

"I'll help you so you can rinse you mouth then brush your teeth. I'm sure it will make you feel better"

Kara reopened her eyes to look into Lena's green ones for a moment. She nodded and started to push herself off the floor. The smaller woman had immediately wrapped her arms around her to support some of her weight. To the blonde the biggest support wasn't physical, she couldn't help but pretty much stare at the raven-haired woman.

They made their way to the sink. Lena let go, took a step to the side but didn't leave her friend' side until she was done. "Ready to get back to your room"

"I still have to pick something to wear" Overgirl knew she had strayed too long already from the schedule she was supposed to follow, even more so after Lena had discovered Kara had done something, like take her computer, without any authorization. She straightened up, ready.

"I don't think so. I'll pack these clothes again. You'll put on some pyjama and then, back to bed"

Kara felt like she should argue, she was not one to stay in bed all day. She didn't want to be perceived as lazy. "I'm fine. I can face the day"

"I know darling. You can stay up all day but that doesn't mean you should have to" Lena wrapped her left arm around the blonde, leading her back to the bedroom. "Emptying your stomach like that put a strain on your body. I'd feel better if you'd rest some more"

Once Kara was sitting on her bed Lena took two steps back, making sure her friend was comfortable enough. "I'll get you something to drink while you change into something comfy" She stood there a little awkwardly for a second before turning around.

When she came back she knocked. "Can I come in? Are you decent?" Something she should probably get used to asking. She heard a positive answer and stepped in. Kara was standing straight by her bed, this time Lena frowned, this felt like an expected welcome. She started to wonder when and how that came to be.

The bed had been completely cleared. Lena glanced to the side to see the clothes were back into their bags. Kara was dressed in grey short, a little loose, showing off her long legs.

Lena felt like she remained immobile a little too long. She swallowed, no matter how many times she was faced with Kara wearing less clothes than usual her mouth would go dry. The tan arms and shoulders looked great with that white tank top. She cleared her throat before handing out the Gatorade. "You look…like you feel a little better. You didn't have to clean up"

Kara lowered the bottle after taking a few gulps. "This is my appointed room, I'm taking care of it. That's the least I can do"

"Okay" Lena hated when she wasn't sure how to proceed.

"As you said I feel fine now. I'm operative. Do you have something for me to do?"

"Are you really that opposed to that nap?" Lena didn't comment that Kara put on very casual clothes, something that could be used as a pyjama.

Overgirl clenched her jaw as she turned around, huffed as she lifted the covers and got in, back facing the younger Luthor.

Lena was surprised, she half expected Kara to argue and herself to actually change her mind. She looked around, once again wondering what the best course of action would be.

She didn't want to leave her best friend upset that was a certainty. Lena sighed as she walked to the bed, lifted the covers. Kara shifted so she could look at the raven-haired woman. "What are you…?" She was not teasing when she could have.

Lena saw her friend had teary eyes, but didn't comment. Instead she moved her hand as she spoke. "Scooch"

Overgirl was a little incredulous at what was happening. Not sure of what was happening. She was probably as stiff as a board when Lena laid down behind her. "Are you mad at me? When I do something you feel is wrong, you need to tell me"

Kara somewhat relaxed. "I know it might sound selfish, but, it's about me. I hate feeling like this, so weak. And everything is crashing down on me, the things I did…" She looked down as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and Lena's body moving even closer, hugging her. She didn't think before she spoke again. "Even this…feels…" She slowed down as she felt the woman behind her shift, then stopped when she moved away. Kara groaned as she turned around as fast as she could so she could grab Lena before she could get out of bed, this time wrapping her arm around the smaller woman, bringing her against her front. Neither of them moved for what felt like an eternity, until Kara broke the silence. "I am the bigger spoon"

There was another short moment of silence until Lena started to shake, then giggle. Kara followed suit. They didn't speak, they just enjoyed each other's company. Lena was starting to doze off when Kara tightened her hold on her, squishing them together. The younger Luthor felt her friend's muscles flex against her. She probably had a lazy smile on her face, but half asleep she didn't care. She enjoyed that human contact, to feel Kara flushed against her.

I took less than a second for her to feel completely awake again when she felt two hard points coming in contact with her back. She instantly knew what they were.

She blushed and moved as little as she could to be able to see Kara's face. The blonde was asleep, face relaxed, mouth barely opened. Cute. Lena bit her lip as she returned to her original position. She tried but there was no way she was going to be relaxed enough to fall asleep when she could actually feel Kara's nipples move against her back with every breath she took.

Lena tried to shift away but was brought back immediately in place by Kara, it even made things worse, the blonde's hand got higher, from her stomach to her solar plexus, too close to the pale woman's chest. It felt like her body was becoming extra sensitive, she knew what this meant as she rubbed her thighs together. She needed to get away.

She softly grabbed Kara's hand. She was not looking, nor thinking about her fingers. She softly lifted the hand from her body, as soon as it was high enough she rolled over and jumped off the bed. Victory!

It didn't last long. She felt bad as Kara seemed to look for the warmth missing from her bed, frowning, for nearly a minute before curling into a ball.

Lena knew she couldn't go back to comfort her, she didn't want to wake her up from her very much needed sleep.

She rubbed her forehead as she slowly made her way out.

Kara woke up, alone. She sat up and looked around. Yep, this was still real. She got up and made her bed, that was strangely comforting to put things in order. Once it was done she changed, even if she got dressed for just a few hours it would make her feel better, more like her usual self. Her old self.

She left her room with the Gatorade bottle in hand. She wanted to be sure Lena saw that she was drinking it. She didn't see her in the Livingroom, nor the kitchen. She stopped to listen, she could hear a voice. She followed the sound until she reached an ajar door. She pushed it to discover a very white office with a big desk in the middle of the room. It was a complete contrast a white room, a pale woman, dressed in a fitting black dress, raven hair and wearing red lipstick.

Overgirl was sure she had been seen, it impossible not to, but the CEO didn't even blink, didn't acknowledge her presence. Lena was sitting in front of her computer, she seemed to be in the middle of a video chat, her hair pulled up in a perfect bun on the top of her head, red lipstick putting an emphasis on her stern expression, she didn't seem happy. What she said didn't registered with Kara, she was lost in the scenery.

Lena unclasped her hands, raised one from the top of her desk to close the computer before getting up, her lips stretching into a real smile. "Well it would seem this little nap agreed with you"

"Thanks" Kara felt somewhat embarrassed, she clasped her hands behind her back as she looked down, bringing her heels closer together. Lena was slightly surprised, her friend usually reached for her glasses in embarrassment. She added that to the list of quizzical things she had noticed.

"You know you didn't have to get dressed, and it's getting pretty late anyway"

"I know. I wanted to feel more…normal I guess" Kara looked down at what she was wearing, she had opted for black pants and belt with a button down white shirt but she was barefoot, she didn't find any shoes, not that she looked that hard. "You dressed up too"

Lena groaned " I had to contact some employees and strangely I don't think I'd make quite the same impression in sweatpants and a hoodie"

Overgirl took a step forward as she felt protective but stopped, not sure what she could do. "I think you could. You have this attitude, this aura. It doesn't matter what you wear you'd still be…the superior"

"Darling. I. Am a brand" Kara smirked as Lena walked passed her and she followed her to the living room. The raven-haired woman sat down on the couch, twisted to grab something and put it on the coffee table. It was a rectangular box enfolded in wrapping paper.

Overgirl froze then her pace got extremely slower. Lena didn't say anything as her friend slowly sat down next to her before giving her a curious look.

"This is not really a gift…I mean this is…it's just…obviously you know I like to do things in good form. Maybe because I was raised with a certain etiquette. I just…it's no big deal, just a little…here" Lena stopped the train wreck, very few people could make her babble, Kara being one of them. This time because Lena could feel how awkward it had become. She had grabbed the box and put it on Kara's lap.

Overgirl didn't know what to say. She turned before she unwrapped it carefully, never tearing the paper once. She looked up at Lena as soon as she realized. "A laptop?!"

"You can't use mine. I need it for work among other things so I thought I should get you one since it's not a good idea to get back to your place or you might even have contacts on your own computer"

"I don't know what to say. Thank you, you shouldn't have"

"You should know I personally programmed it with filters so you won't get tempted to fall back into anything. I'll ask you not to try to contact anyone or go on any site that would make it possible for you to acquire anything but as a safe guard I have a tech getting a mirror image of your screen at all times. He is not to report to me unless he thinks you visited something that could be a threat to you or anyone else"

"So you'd be watching my every…move online" Overgirl didn't even look up from the white laptop she was opening. It wasn't something new, she had always been surveilled, but there was still this small bitter voice in her mind, telling her she had hoped Lena was different.

"I wouldn't. A third impartial party would be…monitoring you. Kara…I…this is not about you as a person. I've been made aware that addiction can change people and that until you are…recovered, this compulsion can take over. I want to keep Kara safe from this other side of her"

Overgirl looked up at Lena as she finished speaking. She couldn't help but think about herself and her doppelganger. She knew Lena had to pick some differences, she could see the looks she got. She had never felt that good with anyone else, she was pretty it was reciprocated, at least she hoped so. Did she prefer her double?

"Lena. I know I'm a little different now and I…sometimes I wonder…" She took a long pause, long enough for the smaller woman to feel the need to reassure her. "You can tell or ask me anything sweetie"

"What if I…change too much and you don't like me anymore?"

"I can already see the transformation beginning but it doesn't mean it's a bad thing. I want you to be yourself and be happy"

"First you didn't answer my question. Then could you tell me what's unlike the other Kara? The one I used to be"

"Well…you are much more tensed, the way you move sometimes is almost martial but I could understand you're not as relaxed as you were under the influence"

"And you don't like it?"

"No. I like it. It's just changed. Your smirk too, I love your big bright smile but the smirk is new and nice. And you still smile. What I mean is, I see the new you but I recognize the same Kara core. We have the same chemistry we always had, a connection such as this won't break just like that. I'd even say that in the last few days, with you being more open, more vulnerable, I might feel closer to you than I did before"

Kara's face hurt due to the size the smile she had on her face, she could only nod. Lena just reached out and hugged her. "Don't worry I'm not going anywhere"

"It means a lot to me. Thank you" Sincerely responded Overgirl.

They held on to each other a while longer until Lena barely pushed away. "Come on my big Koala, we have to let go now"

"Do we have to?" Pouted Kara, which made Lena laugh and the blonde felt suddenly self-conscious. Kara put a safe distance between them, looking as interested as she could by her gift.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't making fun of you, I just couldn't contain…I missed your pout that's all. So, anything else to ask about that laptop?"

"What is it again that I can't do?"

"Just don't contact anyone. You won't be able to go on the darknet, I've made sure of it" Lena paused to be sure her friend understood. Kara nodded, it's not like she had any idea what the darknet was anyway.

"And to be sure you don't get pulled back into your bad habits I have someone who can see what's happening on your screen at any time"

"And that person reports to you"

"No. There is no report. This is your privacy, I don't want to invade it. Andrew, the man who will monitor you, is just here to keep you safe. He will not tell me what you looked at, unless it's dangerous"

"What do you call dangerous?" Overgirl knew that definition could change from one person to another. She didn't spend that much time on Lena's computer but it was enough to see it was extremely different from what she was used to. Internet censorship in her universe was extreme, pretty much every content had to be approved by the Reich.

" I'd say anything illegal, as for your particularly I'd add anything related to drugs, even if they are legal. Or plants. Don't worry too much about the actual limit, Andrew will be there at all times. If he interacts with you or I, that doesn't mean you are in trouble. He can open a chat window"

"Can I contact you if I need to?"

"Of course. Open that, you have only two contacts. Mine and Andrew's"

Kara nodded. She opened a web browser but froze with her finger on top of the keyboard, she glanced at Lena before looking back at the screen. Lena stood up, she didn't want to make her friend feel self-conscious or invade her privacy more than she already felt she was. She walked away as she asked. "Are you hungry yet? How about we get some pizza and once it's here, spend the rest of the evening in front of the tv?"

Kara twisted to look up at the raven-haired girl and smiled "That sounds amazing"

They looked at each over, smiling, until Lena disappeared from the room.