A/N: I bring you a new chapter for this ff as well! :) Thanks so much for your supportive reviews. I had a lot of fun writing this one, with a lot more SQ interaction. If you guys continue to approve of this story, I shall consider making parts 2, 3, & 4 of the superman films as part of this one, making it into one big Supergirl tale. Enjoy!


Emma flew around that night, loving the view of New York city from above the skies. Her blonde curls flapping in the wind along with her cape, spotting another sign of trouble as she witnessed a man climbing up a tall building with giant suction cups for glass windows strapped to his knees and a pair on his hands. He had a rope attached to him for safety, in case of a fall.

The man looked up confused, seeing Emma standing on the glass, sideways, as the cup on his right hand landed on a bright red boot.

"Hi there. Something wrong with the elevator?" she asked, causing the man to fall back as the rope snapped, screaming only growing louder as he continued to fall.

Emma flew right past him, as she positioned herself in a standing positioned before reaching the very bottom of the building, catching the man's fall as he landed right in the blonde's arms and form. The man was in awe as the blonde landed on the pavement near a police officer, "Officer." she shouted, getting the older man's attention.

She placed the robber down with one hand, as she shook the police officer's hand, "Good evening, officer Mooney. Well, they say confession is good for the soul." she reached into the robber's pouch, showing the cop a few diamond necklaces, "I'd listen to this man. Take him away." she said as she flew away right after, leaving both men in awe, as the cop snapped handcuffs on the robber.

Immediately after, her hearing caught the sound of gunshots in the distance along with police sirens. It was a confrontation between a few police officers and a few other robbers in ski masks who had just stolen a giant amount of money.

Both parties shooting at one another, as the robbers quickly jumped on a boat, smiling as they thought they got away. Two of the suspects were already grinning and counting money from out of the bags they had filled. Their smiles soon gone as they saw a blonde woman in a blue costume standing on the front of the boat with her arms crossed to her chest.

A third man came out from a compartment underneath, sneaking behind Emma as he whacked her on the head with a crowbar, only to be shocked when she was still standing in place with her arms crossed, leaving the crowbar to vibrate due to nothing being able to hurt her.

Emma turned to look at the third goon just over her shoulder, "Bad vibrations?" she asked calmly, still standing in place.

Officer Mooney was over at the police station, speaking to his sergeant about the flying blonde woman he had seen that night, still in awe, "Sergeant, you don't believe me. I swear, flying. With a big red cape and red bright boots, as well."

"Watch the desk. " the sergeant ordered another officer as he made his way down towards Officer Mooney, chuckling.

"Quick as a wink, she was gone. Flew up in the air again, she did, like a big blue bird." Mooney said.

"Like a big blue bird…" the sergeant repeated, not believing him.

"You don't believe me."

"With bright red boots." said the man as he patted Mooney's shoulder and walked him out the doors of the precinct, "Why don't you take the night off, go back to Murphy's bar and continue what you started? I'll be off in a few minutes and I'll meet you there myself."

Their eyes went wide as they saw a giant boat placed just outside the police department with robbers tied down to its rails, and gazed up on the mysterious blonde in a blue and red costume, as she flew off into the air.

"Mooney, the first bottle's on me. Let me get my hat." the sergeant said as he went back inside.

The night wasn't over yet, for Emma still made good time, enough to rescue a girl's cat who got stuck up in a tree, causing the girl to run into her house and tell her mother all about how she saw a blonde woman fly down from the sky and got her cat Frisky down for her. As well as saving a falling plane after one of its engines was struck down by a lightning strike, leaving the pilot and co-pilot in awe, just as everyone else who have had a run in with her that same night.


By morning, the whole world knew about this miraculous hero just by switching on their televisions and watching the news. Report after report showed all the events of last night in which Emma took part in. Some calling her a hero, others calling her a hoax.

It was a news coverage that everyone was amazed in watching, everyone but Robert Gold - who was furious. He was the richest man alive, but never by doing an honest day work. Although, he had a brilliant mind - but was only ever interested in doing it for evil, ever only interested in money and power.

"Ms. Midas! Turn that off." he ordered as he was swimming around his indoor swimming pool.

"Bobby, what's the story on this girl? Do you think she's the genuine article?" Kathryn asked as she remained seated in one of the lounge chairs.

"If she is, she's not from this world." Gold replied.

"Why?"

"If any human being were going to perpetuate such a fantastic hoax it would have been me." said Gold.

A small sized, scruffy bearded man was moving around Gold's underground house as he fluffed the man's pillows.

"Leroy! My robe!" Gold ordered, to which the smaller man grabbed it in a flash as he ran right to him, walking into the swimming pool, as he placed a long, navy colored bathrobe around Gold's body as he was barely walking out of the pool, his feet and ankles still inside the water. "It all fits somehow, her coming here to Metropolis and at this particular time. There's kind of a cruel justice about it. To commit the crime of the century a man would just naturally want to face the challenge of the century."

"Listen, Mr. Gold, maybe this girl that flies is just sort of passing through."

"Passing through? Not on your life, Leroy; which I would gladly sacrifice, by the way for the opportunity of destroying everything that she represents." Gold replied as he closed up his robe around him. "And, Leroy, by the way… next time, put my robe on after I'm out of the pool."

Leroy looked down at the soaked ends of Mr. Gold's robe as a gasp escaped him, knowing he had screwed up that simple task.


"Now look. The Post: "It flies." said Regina as she slammed a newspaper from a competitor on her desk as she had gathered everyone for a morning meeting, "The News: "Look Ma, no wires." she slammed another newspaper on top of the previous one, and then another, all talking about the clumsy blonde standing before her in between all the crowds of co-workers, "The Times: "Blue bomb buzzes Metropolis.' We have the story of the century here. I want the name of this flying whatchamacallit to go with the Planet like bacon and eggs." she ordered, eyeing everyone in the room.

"I don't think that she would land herself to any cheap promotion schemes, Ms. Mills." spoke a shy Emma.

"Exactly how would you know that, Ms. Swan?" asked Regina in all seriousness, as every gaze fell upon the clumsy blonde.

"Uh… Just a first impression." replied Emma.

"Anyway, who's talking cheap? I'll make her a partner if I have to." Regina assured, her fist banging on her desk, "I want the real story. I want the inside scoop on this woman. Does she have a family? Where does she live? What does the S stand for?" she walked around, eyeing her employers, "Why does she fly?" she passes by Emma, as her piercing brown eyes land on her, "Does she have a boyfriend or a girlfriend maybe?"

Emma couldn't help but blush a bit as her eyes just looked away from Regina's.

Regina took her place by her desk as she looked over at everyone in her office, "What are you standing around for? Move!"

Everyone quickly made their way out, as Regina took a seat, moving the newspapers out of the way, she quickly reached down for her bag, as she opened it to get a cigarette, when she noticed a folded piece of paper poking out of it that hadn't been there before. Taking it in her hands, she unfolded it, reading it to herself.

Tonight at eight. Your place. Hopefully. - A Friend.

Emma was just making her way out of Regina's doorway, of course she allowed everyone to walk out before her, she knew the brunette would find her note and read it, as she so well heard from a distance using her super hearing as the corners of her lips lifted up in a smirk. Anxiously awaiting for tonight.

It was obvious that Emma had a crush on Regina Mills. Everyone around the office could see it, but what chances did she have as just shy, clumsy Emma Swan? It was more than clear to her that Regina wasn't interested in Emma Swan. Showing up as her true self however - that was another story.


Regina waited outside her balcony, constantly looking up for any sign of this wonderous stranger in blue. Her watch now marked 8:05 as the brunette was already growing inpatient. She had set out two glasses of wine for the evening, not wanting to be a rude host.

"Eight o'clock, she says. Story of my life." says Regina as she takes a sip from her wine glass, thinking she's been stood up.

But, just as the brunette took a seat in one of her chairs from her apartment's balcony, Emma flew in, gracefully landing on the edge of the same balcony.

"Good evening, Ms. Mills." she greeted, causing Regina to jump up, almost choking on her wine.

She stumbled with her words, at the sight of this amazing stranger. She was even better looking up close without her rushing off to save the next person that needed her help.

"Uh, hi." said the brunette as she smiled over at Emma.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you have plans this evening?" asked Emma, seeing an extra wine glass on her outdoor table, along with a simple purple colored evening gown, looking absolutely stunning.

"Oh, no." Regina quickly replied.

"Listen, it's no trouble for me to come back later."

"No!" Regina shouted as she quickly stood from her chair, "Don't move!" she quickly ran up to Emma who was still standing on the ledge, feeling like a teenage girl in her presence, letting out a nervous chuckle, "I mean… of course, you can move, just don't fly away."

Emma smiled, enjoying the brunette's nervousness around her for once, as she jumped down off the ledge and walked on over to the balcony, her red long cape swaying side to side as she walked, "I'm sorry to drop in on you like this, Ms. Mills. But, I've been thinking, you know, there must be a lot of questions about me that people would like to know the answers to."

"Of course, yes." Regina nodded as she ran back to the table, grabbing a hold of a carton of cigarettes first as she placed one in her mouth before grabbing her notepad and pen.

Emma knowing all of this woman's habits by now, made a suggestion, "You really shouldn't smoke, you know, Ms. Mills."

Regina looked over her shoulder at the blonde with a smirk, "Don't tell me. Lung cancer, right?"

Emma's eyes focused on Regina's back as she took a look at the woman's lungs using her x-ray vision, sighing with relief, "Well, not yet, thank goodness."

This made the brunette put her cigarette right out as she held a glass of wine, looking over at Emma, who was walking closer towards her, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"No, thanks, I never drink when I fly." Emma couldn't help herself as she looked into the fancy apartment, "Nice place."

"Oh, thank you." Regina smiled as she motioned towards the chairs for her to take a seat, "Should we get started with the interview?"

Emma nodded as she quickly held out Regina's chair for her to sit down first, giving her a warm smile.

"Thank you." the brunette blushed at the kind gesture as she took her place in the chair, Emma sitting right after, crossing one leg over the other for more comfort.

Regina's eyes quickly traveled to those legs, as the shortness of that skirt exposed her legs quite well, shaking her head to concentrate on the paper, "Well, uh, let's start with your vital statistics. Are you married?"

Emma chuckled, "No. No, I'm not."

"Do you have a boyfriend or… a girlfriend?" she asked this question with a more serious tone, hoping to God she didn't.

"Ah, no, I don't, but if I did, Ms. Mills, you'd be the first to know about it." Emma couldn't help to smirk at her flirtatious reply towards the brunette, her green eyes locking onto beautiful brown orbs as Regina smiled and possibly even blushed at the blonde's flirtiness.

"How old are you?" asked Regina, after she finished writing down Emma's last answer.

"Twenty-seven."

Regina stared in surprise, she knew the girl was young, but she felt so out of place suddenly crushing on a someone who was ten years younger than she was. Her hand scribbled down the answer, as she asked her next question, "How tall are you?"

"About 5'5."

"And how much do you weigh?"

Emma looked up, trying to remember her actual super weight, "Mm, about 2, 225." she answered as if it were a normal thing, because to her it was, given that she wasn't from earth. She weighed more than a regular human being.

"Two…" Regina glanced over at her in surprise, as her hand stopped writing, "225?"

Emma smirked as she nodded with a shrug.

Regina chuckled, thinking to herself, that of course someone this perfect couldn't be from planet earth itself. Her hand getting back to writing, "Well, I assume that your…" her eyes locked on the blonde's green ones as she finished her question, "the rest of your bodily functions are normal?"

"I'm sorry. I beg your pardon?" Emma's brows furrow.

Regina placed her elbows on the table, as she leaned in, resting her chin on her hands, "Well, putting it delicately…" she stumbled on her words as Emma leaned in, losing herself in the blonde's beautiful green eyes, "do you… eat?"

Of course, that's not what she was actually wondering, nor what she wanted to ask her. But, as attracted as she was to this goddess of a woman - she needed to remain professional.

Emma smiled, knowing well what she meant but kept it professional as well, "Yes. Yes, I do. When I'm hungry." she nodded.

"Of course, you do." a laugh escaped the brunette as she shook her head at her own question as she wrote it down, "Well, then, is it true that you can see through anything?" she asked, standing up from her seat, Emma following her not far behind.

"Yes, I can. Well, pretty much." replied Emma.

"And that you're totally impervious to pain?" the brunette asked as she wrote all this down, standing behind a big flower pot, which was made out of lead.

."Well, so far."

Regina kept her hand writing, her eyes glued to the notepad as she asked her next question, "What color underwear am I wearing?"

Emma tried using her x-ray vision, only to discover she couldn't see through lead, "Hm." her brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry. I embarrassed you, didn't I?" asked Regina, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"Oh, no." the blonde assured.

"I did." the brunette chuckled.

"No, not at all. It's just that this planter must be made of lead." she motioned towards it as she continued to inform her, "You see, I sort of have a problem seeing through lead."

"That's interesting." she replied as she quickly wrote it down, "Do you have a first name?" she asked as she moved away from the planter.

"Black."

"What?" Regina quirked a brow at the blonde's sudden answer.

Emma's eyes looked down (meaning the color of the brunette's underwear), as she looked back into those brown eyes with a smirk on her thin lips, "Black."

Regina couldn't help to blush as a smirk formed on her red crimson lips.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Mills. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Oh, no. You didn't embarrass me." she chuckled, trying to hide her blushing as thought of another question, "What's your background? Where are you from?"

"Well, that's kind of hard to explain, actually. You see, I'm from…" Emma's eyes looked up towards the sky, "Well, pretty far away. Another galaxy, as a matter of fact." her eyes shifting back to Regina as she wrote all this down. "I come from a planet called Krypton."

"Is that with a C-R-I?" asked the brunette as her hand kept up its scribbles.

"No, actually it's with a K-R-Y." replied the blonde as she stood closer to Regina.

Regina nodded as she asked an off the record question, "Do you like black?"

Their eyes connected as they both looked up.

"I like black very much, Regina." she smirked as her eyes shined, enjoying their flirting.

"Why are you here?" the brunette murmured, lost in those green eyes that were staring back at her, "There must be a reason for you to be here."

"Yes. I'm here to fight for truth and justice and the American way." Emma nodded.

Regina couldn't help to laugh, "I'm sorry to inform you that you're going to end up fighting every elected official in this country."

"I'm sure you don't really mean that, Regina." Emma chuckled.

"I don't believe this." the brunette shook her head, because who would care enough to suddenly show up and want to change the world for the better?

"Regina." green eyes pierced brown ones as she looked right into Regina's eyes, "I never lie."

Regina nodded as she moved on to her next question, she could get lost in those eyes, "Just how fast do you fly?"

"I don't know, really. You know, I never actually bothered to time myself." replied Emma, as Regina scribbled down her answer, "Say… why don't we find out?" she asked, walking closer to Regina.

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

Emma nodded her head as she looked up, "Take a ride with me?"

"You mean I can fly? The brunette arched a brow as she smirked.

"Actually, I'd be handling the flying, if that's okay."

Regina couldn't think of anything to say, but chuckle as she walked away.

Emma followed her as she smirked, "Wait a minute. Where are you going?"

The brunette turned back around, looking right at the blonde, "Are you serious?"

"Sure." Emma extended her hand, offering the brunette to take it as she walked over to her, "What's the matter, don't you want to go?"

Regina nodded as she found herself lost in those green eyes, yet again.

Emma took the notebook and pen from her hands as she placed them on the table, "You won't need these."

"I need a sweater, it must be kind of cold." said Regina.

Emma smiled as she took the brunettes hand and guided her near the ledge, intertwining their fingers, "You'll be warm enough. You ready?"

"Graham, my employer…" she corrected herself, feeling lost in the blonde's green eyes again, "said that you're just a figment of somebody's imagination. Like Peter Pan."

"Graham. Who's that, your boyfriend?"

Regina's brows met her hairline in surprise, "Graham? Oh, no. No."

"Peter Pan, huh?" she chuckled, "Peter Pan flew with children, Regina. In a fairy tale."

Emma placed herself behind Regina, as her hands held her from her waist, lifting up in the air as slow as possible. A gasp was heard from Regina as they took off, which brought a smile to the blonde's face, as she held onto her while they flew.

Regina couldn't believe it. She was literally up in the air with this beautiful stranger - flying. In her arms. Holding her as if she weighed absolutely nothing. Looking even more like a God sent from the heavens as her cape and hair flapped in the wind right before her eyes.

The night was peaceful, the view from the city was spectacular. Even more so with the blonde woman's company.

Regina feeling like a teenager again, eyes focused on Emma's smile as she could tell the blonde was just as happy as she was. Suddenly, Emma pulled her closer towards her, as Regina's arms rested around the blonde's neck - both feeling incredibly lost in each other's gazes.

The brunette's mind was positively swimming in many adoring, loving thoughts towards this wonderful traveler. The way those green eyes looked right at her. Out of all the women in the whole world and she chose her. Regina was so lost, she hadn't noticed Emma lifting up higher into the air, just above the cloud, where billions of stars surrounded them both.

The moon was full tonight. This night had become absolutely perfect for the both of them. Emma could finally, some way, some how let Regina know just how she felt about her.

They flew for a good amount of time around the city, as Emma scooped her up into her arms, in a cradling position as she flew her back down onto her balcony, setting her down as gently as possible. Both still remaining close to each other.

"We forgot to time ourselves." said Emma as Regina only nodded, still on cloud nine, "Maybe next time. Good night, Regina." Emma gave Regina one last smile for the night before flying off, disappearing into the distance.

"What a supergirl." Regina smiled as she retrieved her notepad and pen from the table as a name for the new caped wonder hit her for the headlines tomorrow, "Supergirl."