A/N: I know I neglected this one for a long while. I was in the mood to work on other stories with SQ as I am still doing, but I am back with continuing this one long fic with starting up part 2 of the films. Again with my own personal changes and add-on's I see fit to go with SQ a little better. For those of you still confused, no this isn't based on the Supergirl series, just the films with the great Christopher Reeve. So no one from the series will be in this crossover story. Happy reading and thank you all for making a favorite among the SQ writers! :)
Part II
Million years ago, before the birth of the heir to the House of El, three traitors, known as Zod, Ursa and Non were imprisoned for treason. Zod always wanted to be ruler, all three were imprisoned and sent away to the Phantom Zone, they would live out their lives imprisoned in what felt like an eternity.
Emma walked into the Daily Planet, smiling and greeting everyone, as she did every morning. It was a routine she fell into quite easily. Especially seeing Regina at her desk, working hard, very much alive. Only she wasn't here this morning as Emma walked into her office, her eyes falling on Graham, "Good morning, Graham." she waved.
Graham provided her with a nod, "Hey, Swan, Ms. Mills needs a backstory for the page-three sidebar. Get her everything you can on this terrorist group."
"Right." Emma nodded, turning back to him, staring at him in question, "Uh, I'm sorry, t-terrorist?"
Graham's brows furrowed at Emma's cluelessness, "Get your head out of the clouds, Swan. Where have you been for the past twelve hours?"
"Uh, at home." She smiled shyly.
"Don't you watch television?"
Emma pushed her glasses up towards her eyes, "Well, actually I don't really enjoy television, Graham. Too much violence. I just read books."
"Swan, a gang of terrorists seized the Eiffel Tower. In Paris."
Ingrid rolled her eyes as she passed them by, "She knows where the Eiffel Tower is, Humbert."
"Has anybody been hurt?" Emma asked Graham, concern coating her voice.
"So far the hostages are unharmed."
"The hostages?" the blonde's lips parted.
Graham nodded, "Yeah, tourists. About 20 of them. And that's nothing. The terrorists claim that if the government doesn't meet their demands, they have a hydrogen bomb ready to level Paris."
"Well, gee, Graham, that's- that's terrible. And, Ms. Mills, is she-?"
"She left last night on a flight to Paris to cover the story," he glanced down at his watch, "She should be there now."
"A flight?" Emma filled with worry.
"Yes. If Paris is under threat, she said she needed to be there and do this report personally. No offense to you, you're one of her best reporters." said Graham.
"Thank you, but don't you think that's a little dangerous?"
Graham patted her on her shoulder, "It comes with the territory, Swan." he turned his back on her as he looked over his pictures as they laid out on his desk, "Anyways, knowing Ms. Mills she will come back just fine with a well written story on the subject. I'm sure Supergirl will be there," he smirked, "You know I think she and Ms. Mills-" his eyebrows shot up in surprise as Emma was no longer anywhere in sight.
Emma ran out of the building and into an alley, ripping her shirt open as the S on her chest was exposed. She immediately flew off, on her way to Paris.
"Merci." Regina stepped out of a cab, quickly gathering around the crowd of other reporters that were in front of the Eiffel Tower, overhearing everything that was being said. It helped to know a little bit of French. She approached an officer, acting as a tourist, a travel book in hand as she asked the guard where exactly could she go for a hotel, acting clueless. Once the officer took the book, looking exactly where the brunette had instructed him, she made a run for it, heading up the stairs of the tower as quickly as her feet could carry her.
"Let's go!" one of the goons called out to the other as they made their way inside an elevator. Neither of them realizing that Regina was placed underneath it.
As the elevator began moving, Regina held on to anything she could, not being able to get out in time as her coat had gotten stuck.
As the elevator came to a stop all the way to the top of the tower, one of the goons carried out the explosive device, "Now be careful," said the leader.
"It's me that controls the bomb, boss, not the bomb that controls me."
"I hope you have not many sins left to be forgiven. Because if you let go of that, you'll only have sixty seconds to list them."
Goon number two nodded, "You're right."
Regina scrunched up her nose as the dust suddenly made her sneeze. A sneeze that caused the goon's heads to turn towards the sound.
"Did you hear that? Sounds like someone moving underneath."
"Ah, it's your nerves." their boss replied. Although, it wasn't Regina they had to worry about, but of cops right across from them, on the ledge of another building. They watched all three of the men closely through binoculars, communicating through walkie talkies about their every movement. All while other police officers began planting an explosive of their own.
"All ready. We'll cut the lead cable as soon as we get the word." said the Captain for the police, "Are you sure they haven't primed the bomb?"
"No, they haven't, sir. We've been watching them all the time."
Emma quickly spotted the elevator off in the distance, quickening her flying as she headed right for it.
"Ready? Now!" shouted a cop as the other cut the wires to the elevator, causing it to quickly drop in speed from the top of the tower. So fast, it made Regina's knuckles turn white as all she could do was hold on, her eyes shut tight, not daring to look at the impact that awaited her if this elevator reached the bare floor.
The elevator moved its way down so fast, even one of the terrorists lost his grip on the bomb as it went down with the elevator.
Emma picked up her speed, making her way in through the tower, her hands reaching up as she stopped the elevator from moving any further. Her eyes finding Regina, still underneath as she looked up at the blonde, sighing with relief at the sight of her.
"I believe this is your floor." Emma couldn't help but smile, holding out her hand for the brunette to take.
"Thank God!" she quickly climbed her way out, quickly throwing her arms around the blonde as she held her in a tight hug. Needless to say it made Emma's insides flutter in gusto.
"Are you alright?" asked Emma, her green eyes at a closer range to Regina's brown ones as their faces remained only inches apart from one another. All the brunette could do was nod as she was in a trance.
She couldn't understand it. She had seen beautiful women before, but no one came remotely close to this girl of steel.
"The bomb!" Regina's eyes widened, waking up from her trance, "The bomb is still in the elevator-!"
"I know." Emma nodded, moving Regina a few steps away from her, "Don't worry."
Regina looked up as Emma took off flying at high speed, taking the elevator up with her. Her speed was so fast that she ripped through the top part of the tower, flying all the way up into space. She released the elevator as before her very eyes the bomb soon exploded.
What the blonde didn't know- because she flew back just as soon as the bomb had exploded- was that the explosion happened near Zod and his two companions as they were floating nearby. Their cell, in which they had been held captive, shattering into a million pieces while they were once again free.
Emma walked along the sidewalk, like every morning, whistling a tune to herself. Her smile formed as quickly as it would everytime she would spot her favorite brunette as she was just across the street. "Ms. Mills, hi!" she waved, while crossing the street. Not even flinching when a sudden cab driver honked at her, slamming on his brakes as the blonde came out of nowhere for him.
Regina's head turned to the commotion, her lips parting open in surprise, shaking her head as Emma walked up to her like nothing, with the same pearly white smile.
The cab driver was left scratching his head, literally as he could have sworn he had hit her. Only he didn't understand how the blonde, clumsy woman was walking fine when there was a huge dent in front of his car as proof.
"I realize you're from a small town, Ms. Swan, but really, didn't your parents ever teach you to look both ways before you cross the street?"
Emma followed her close behind as they walked into her office, "Well, usually I do, Ms. Mills."
"Close the door, please." Regina moved around her desk, taking a seat, "Maybe you ought to have your glasses checked."
That made Emma adjust her glasses up right, her eyes falling on the headline of another article with her picture on it as Supergirl, which Regina grew proud to keep around. Her hand reached down for the newspaper, "Well… not everyone can have x-ray vision, Ms. Mills." she mumbled as her face remained looking down at the newspaper.
Regina's lips pursed, the corners of her lips turning into a smirk, her brow raised, "Do I detect jealousy, Ms. Swan?"
Emma looked up at the sound of the word jealousy, chuckling as she placed the newspaper back on her boss's desk, "Me, jealous?"
If only you knew, she thought. A small smirk on her lips as she quietly looked over at the brunette.
As if on cue, brown eyes looked up at the blonde who's smirk quickly disappeared as she adjusted her glasses again, her cheeks almost a shade of pink from her being caught staring.
"You know, Ms. Swan, there's absolutely no reason for you to be jealous." said Regina.
"There isn't?"
Regina shook her head, "Of course not. You know, you have so much going for you. I definitely see that."
"You do?" Emma's lips turned up into a smile, her eyes sparkling with hope that maybe Regina felt something for her too.
"Of course." Regina smiled, "You are one of my best reporters and you have been a very good friend."
Emma's smile disappeared at the word friend, "A friend, huh?"
Regina nodded, "Not just to me, but to everyone in this building. And, I have to say, I don't easily keep friends at work," she removed her glasses as her eyes focused on the blonde yet again, "But, if you don't mind me saying, you have to be more out there. You have to go for what you want."
"Be more out there, go for what I want." Emma nodded.
"You're on your way."
Leroy made his way through the prison laundry room, sporting a white and black striped prison suit, dirty uniforms in hand as he dumped them all into a basket.
"This is how it ends for the greatest criminal mind of our time." Gold picked up a dirty uniform as he stood beside Leroy, "Not with a whimper, not with a bang. How do they choose to reward Robert Gold, the greatest genius in this world? Do they give him glory? Do they give him treasure? What matter of fact, do they give him?" he threw the laundry back into the basket.
"Life plus 25, Gold. Get to work." ordered a guard, which Gold followed Leroy as he carried the laundry basket on his shoulder.
"Don't feel bad, Mr. Gold. It almost worked," said Leroy, "I mean, California almost fell down, right in the ocean. Millions of people were almost killed. If it hadn't been for Supergirl, that overgrown girl scout."
Gold followed Leroy as he sat the basket down.
"What are you gonna do with a girl like that? I mean, she flies around so fast and everything. I mean they can't even trace her on that radar they have," he began throwing the dirty uniforms into a washer, "Everytime they try, she just flies off."
"Where?" asked Gold as he stood by, watching as Leroy worked.
"North."
"Why?"
Leroy's brows furrowed in wonder as he replied his guess, "To ski?"
"Leroy…" Gold paused, "every man or woman has their vulnerable point. Some, like you, Leroy, have more than one. I didn't see Supergirl's in time. But now, through patience, invention and skill my little black box is just about ready."
"Ooh! That little black box in our cell!" Leroy shouted, finally understanding why his boss kept it around.
"Shhhhh!" Gold slammed the door to the washer shut, glaring down at Leroy.
"That little black box, Mr. Gold…" Leroy whispered, carrying the basket back to its place, "What's it for?"
"That little black box, Leroy, goes beyond any conventional radar," the older man whispered, "It tracks alpha waves."
"Ohh… alpha waves." Leroy nodded.
"Those alpha waves will take me North to her secret. And her secret will give me Supergirl."
"Houston to Artemis II." Spoke a control's person at NASA, "Houston calling Artemis II, come in."
"All things are looking normal, Houston." Spoke an astronaut, as he sat inside his moon kart, "Andy is out doing his geological survey. And cosmonaut Boris is getting some soil samples. By the way, Boris and I are engaged." He joked.
The older man back at NASA chuckled, "Yeah, I had a feeling about you guys."
"Just a little humor there, Houston."
"Surfaced conditions unchanged?" Asked NASA.
"Well, it's mighty pretty out there. Mighty…" The astronaut paused, losing all sense of his speaking privileges as he spotted a woman, all dressed in black. Who happened to look as if she were flying or floating maybe. "Pretty."
"Mighty pretty, huh? Wake up, Nate!"
"That's it. I'm dreaming." Said Nate.
"Artemis, come in."
Nate blinked as he looked out the window of his space kart, "Well, uh, Houston we seem to have an unidentified flying object."
"Unidentified? What's it look like?"
"Well…" Nate blinked, looking back out the window, "A lot like a- like a girl."
Boris who was far off where Ursa had landed, causing the man to stop in his tracks, blinking in disbelief that a what looked to be like a simple human being was walking freely around space without any type of protective suit.
"You." Said Ursa, her voice a tad deep. Her eyes looking at the strange man up and down, "What kind of a creature are you?" She asked, her knowledge on humans low.
"Uh…" Boris blinked, his lips parted, "I'm… just a man."
Ursa's brows raised, "A man?" Her eyes looked down at the logo on his uniform belonging to NASA. She was surprised to see how Boris began to float away as she tried to reach for the logo on his uniform. He was scared, no doubt about that. As humans tended to be, he quickly grew frightened of what they didn't understand.
Ursa observed how slowly the man moved, hearing his breath becoming heavy inside his helmet as he tried his best to get far away from her. Only, he failed, for she quickly and with ease flew over his head, landing right on her feet in front of him, as she yanked the logo off of his suit.
Boris groaned as his oxygen hissed out of his uniform, causing him to die from lack of oxygen. His body dropping like a piece of cardboard.
The next thing Ursa thought of doing was to kick the man as hard as she could manage. Which was with great strength as she sent him halfway away from the moon and into the galaxy's darkness.
The third astronaut groaned next as he was pulled by his hose that was hooked onto his uniform. He was yanked so hard, his body was slowly slammed to the ground all the way where General Zod stood before him. His dark eyes looking down on this fragile creature.
"What a fragile sort of life form this is." Said Zod, his voice deep. He caused the third astronaut to groan as he was picked up by his leg with such ease. His head tilted to the side as he looked at the man with such curiosity, until he kicked him far away into the darkness of the galaxy.
The poor man groaned as air began to hiss out of his uniform, after Zod had yanked hard on the hose that was hooked onto it, causing his air supply to escape.
"Houston, come in! Come in, Houston!" Shouted the first astronaut, clicking some switches and pressing a few buttons as his kart began to slowly take off up in the air. He too was frightened after what he just witnessed with his own two eyes, "Attempting manual lift off. Can anybody hear me? Houston!" He groaned as his kart began to throw off sparks. It was being pulled back down to the ground by Non, the biggest but dumbest of the three.
"Oh, no. No. Come in, Houston! Somebody help me!" He pleaded, grunting as the roof of his kart collapsed right on him, causing the signal to be lost for NASA.
"Artemis, come in, Houston calling." Said the man at NASA, repeating himself as he heard no response, "Artemis, Houston calling. Come in, please."
"What's up?" Another man asked, sitting back down at his station. "What's going on?" He yawned.
"Oh, I don't know. We lost contact."
"So?"
"Artemis, come in. Houston calling." The man repeated, getting no response.
Up in space, while Non was moving around the remains of the wrecked ship, curious about these so called humans. Ursa and Zod questioned their unexplained strength they never seemed to have back in Krypton.
"Strange. I tore those meal fibers like paper." Said Ursa, looking over her shoulder at Non who was walking up to them as he held the American flag in one hand, "And what he did… was amazing. Something is happening."
"Yes. To all of us." Zod agreed, rubbing his goatee out of habit, "The closer we come to an atmosphere with only one sun- a yellow sun. The more our molecular density gives us unlimited powers."
"They come from there. A place called Houston." Replied Ursa, sitting comfortably against a rock.
"Then we will go there too. To rule." Zod's eyes lit up at the thought of having his own planet, "Finally to rule."
All three kryptonians took off in flight as they headed towards their next destination.
Earth.
