Lena stood alone in her office. The view from her plate glass window was breathtaking (and tempting). The window, as usual, was brand new. She had to get a new one every week it seemed, as everytime Supergirl fought a new villain millions of dollars in destruction was caused
Supergirl, Lena's stomach turned at the thought of that deceitful..."We now go to the field with field reporter Tina Fawcett in Central City".
Lena reluctantly turned from the open door that led to the balcony (and freedom from her pain) to indulge in one last trivial act on this mortal coil. Grabbing the remote from her desk she turned up the volume on the flat, plasma screen to see..."Barry Allen", Lena's heart skipped, "can you tell us anything about this supposed God of Speed that The Flash has been fighting all over the city"?
"Well Tina, because of the Flash we know that it is simply archaic to believe that there are specific gods for specific attributes of nature. After all, we don't call the Flash a god".
"Very true Mr. Allen, and with this new book of yours you dive deeper into what you call, 'the mythology of gods', can you tell us more about this..."
Lena's scream echoed the report of the hidden handgun under her desk as she emptied the full clip into the television. All this talk of gods was doing nothing to nullify her anger. But...something about Barry Allen did. Pressing the speed dial on her phone she called her secretary.
"Gena".
"Ms. Luthor, I heard gunshots, is everything okay, I was just about to..."
"I'm fine Gena, I need you to get a private meeting with Barry Allen, he's just had a book published, something to do with..."
"Myhtos and Madness, I love that book".
"Focus Gena, get that meeting".
"Right away".
Lena paused.
"Actually, I want you to fax him".
Barry Allen exhaled sharply with each push-up. Up down, up down, he set a rhythmic pace as he burned off the frustration that had been building ever since that snide Tina Fawcett had mentioned...him. Barry Allen didn't hate The Flash...he loathed him. And not just because he knew who he was. It was because of who he was.
Still frustrated he strapped on his MMA gloves and foot guards and began working over his dummy. Without a partner he could do nothing more than throw a series of jabs and kicks to the already battered dummy. With each frustrated jab he imagined that he was beating The Flash's smug grin off of his face.
ring ring
He ignored the phone until it stopped ringing. Then he heard his fax machine engage and still he ignored it. With a solid roundhouse kick he sent the battered head of the dummy rolling to the ground. Sighing he grabbed his towel and dried his hands, arms, and toned torso of any loose sweat and walked over to the fax machine. Inside the tray was a message from...her?
Hey Bare, long time no see. Saw your interview and thought wr should talk. Meet me at my office tomorrow ASAP. Don't worry about an appointment, I've cleared my schedule just for you.
Lena
The next day Barry found himself sitting across from a smiling Lena. Smiling the way she always did when she was with him. Well with was a relative term. This smile was a "I want you above me right now" smile. And Barry wanted to. 'That's probably why she wore my favorite dress suit' he thought. She wanted something.
"It's been too long, Barry. Still studying MMA"?
"What do you want Lena"?
Lena smiled.
"Besides you? Khortova".
Barry's eyes widened.
"You read my book"?
"A little light reading to pass the time".
"Mythos and Madness isn't exactly light reading".
"You know me Bare, I live for adventure".
Barry glanced at her tv and chuckled, "I can see that".
Barry turned his gaze back to Lena.
"So why Khortova, I didn't think a business woman like you would have any interest in a mythological city".
The sudden hard expression caused Barry to step back. She was dead serious.
"It's about what's there".
Barry smirked. So, she wanted him.
"You and I both know that nothing is there".
"Nothing is a relative term, Bare. Nothing to you, is everything to me".
There it was. *Nothing*. That was what had catalyzed the end of their relationship. Memories flooded to the front of his mind, countless memories of countless night in either her bed or his, it didn't matter. It never mattered, so long as they were together, working each other into a frenzy of love and passion, until one night when everything changed. It was a peaceful night on her yacht, out in the bay. He had been planning to propose. Then the plane came down. It was Supergirl's first outting, and it had put him in a coma for nine months. After that Lena had become obsessed with destroying Supergirl. And it appeared that the mythological Shazam's powers would be the key.
"Lena, you don't have to do this for me, I'm over it".
Lena smiled a sad, yet determined smile.
"I'm not".
Barry nodded.
"Then I'm out".
Lena's mask of confidence cracked under the weight of the thought of Barry's absence.
"Barry please..."
"There are plenty of other archaeologists that can do just as good a job as I can Lena, you don't need me".
Lena didn't say anything, she just pulled Barry back and fused her lips to his. In that moment, years of pent up sexual, mental, and emotional frustration for each other poured out into a soul searing kiss. They tore at each other's clothes as Barry picked her up and walked her over to the window where Lena fumbled for the switch that shut the blinds, and then for the other that locked the door. Then, collapsing to the soft carpet, the rid each other of their garments and fell into the frenzy that they had known in the past, the kind of passionate love making that said that they still loved each other.
Still.