Canon Supercorp is hurting me so here's them falling in love.

When Siobhan returned with the pizzas she immediately apologized to Kara. The blonde accepted it and allowed herself to be hugged by the petite brunette, but it did nothing to change what she knew needed to happen moving forward. But she had no energy to do it that night. She didn't even have the energy to gloat about being right when the crew devoured the pizza in the blink of an eye. She'd been exhausted beforehand and crying took nearly everything she had left out of her. So, she resigned with dealing with the staff changes the following day.

She wasn't doing shit before noon. That was what she told herself. That was her, plan, at least. But Clark wasn't in on it, and he woke her up on the Fourth of July with a phone call just before nine a.m. A part of her wanted to ignore it and just go back to sleep, but against her better judgment she answered.

"What happened with Siobhan yesterday?" was the first thing out of Clark's mouth.

Kara groaned as she sat up in bed and cleared her throat before answering, "Something that's been building since before we even officially started."

Clark hesitated for a moment. "Which was?"

And so Kara told him everything, her anger and agitation suddenly coming back to her and pushing the exhaustion away. She began to pace up and down her house with nervous energy as she told him everything that had been going on. It was the first real chance she'd had to speak to him since the show started, only going back and forth with a few texts every now and then to check in. But she held nothing back, told him all her frustrations and struggles. He was quiet throughout for the most part, only making a few humming sounds to show he heard or stopping her simply to gasp and say, "No way!" in response to one of the horrible things Siobhan had done or said.

"Siobhan has to go," Clark said when Kara had finished speaking, and the ball of nerves in her stomach returned. "She's not working, and she has a bad attitude. You don't need that. Find someone else."

"Okay, but who?" Kara asked with a sigh.

"I don't know," Clark said, causing Kara's heart to sink. "Maybe ask on Facebook?"

Kara scowled and was glad they weren't on facetime. "Yeah, maybe."

"I'll put it on my Facebook and see if anyone says anything," Clark offered. "I'll send them your way."

"Thanks," Kara said, but wasn't keen on the idea. Facebook was always hit or miss. Sure, people would respond, but what kind of people? Were they people who actually did crafty, or more people like Siobhan who would come in and have no idea what they were doing? "I'll text James and see if he knows anyone. He does other shows and meets people with other crafty companies."

"Oh, yeah, good idea," Clark said, and then Kara heard a baby crying in the background. "Hey, I gotta go, okay? Little dude probably needs a change."

"Okay," Kara said, her anxiety hitting her as she realized ending the call with Clark meant she would have to start dealing with this problem.

As soon as they hung up Kara texted James. He didn't respond immediately, but that was understandable since it was still so early. Kara wished she could have gone back to bed, but her anxiety was too bad. So instead she packed a bowl and made some coffee to prepare herself for calling Siobhan. She finished them both and prepared a second coffee before she got up the nerve to actually do it. She sat at her desk and nursed the second cup as she tried to get up the nerve to make the call, until finally she knew she needed to just get it over with.

"Hi, honey," Siobhan answered chipperly, and it only made Kara feel worse. "What's up?"

"Okay, so, you're going to hate me," Kara started hesitantly.

"Why's that?"

"Yesterday when we had the blowup on the phone the UPM saw."

Siobhan was quiet for a moment, then she said, "Okay."

"He and I talked about it, and at the end of that talk, he told me I need to make a staff change." Kara swallowed thickly. "And he told Clark about it, and Clark just called me and said the same thing."

"So, what, that means me?" Siobhan asked.

"Yes."

"What the fuck?" Siobhan's voice was high and angry, and Kara winced at the harshness. "I'm not the one who had the freak out. That was you. Why am I getting punished for it?"

There were so many things Kara wanted to say. Starting with the fact that the blowup would have never happened had Siobhan not been fighting with her. Or the fact that half of the reason she was stressed was because she was strung out from picking up Siobhan's slack. But she swallowed all those thoughts along with the lump in her throat.

"It just wasn't working, okay?" she tried instead, her voice strained and tired though she'd not even been awake for an hour. "I don't know if you've noticed, but we haven't been doing spectacularly. We've—I've —been struggling every day, and I'm just… I'm so tired."

"But why is that my fault?" Siobhan asked with a whine. "Why isn't the blame for that being put on Nia?"

Because Nia's actually helpful and listens to me, Kara thought. But there was something in her that just couldn't bring herself to say it.

"It all comes down to the fight we had one the phone," Kara said instead, because it was easier. "This is coming from J'onn and Clark, both of my bosses. It's over my head at this point."

A loud sigh from Siobhan. "Well, I think it's really fucked up that I'm being fired over something that's your fault."

It's definitely your fault! The thought screamed in her brain.

"I'm sorry," was what her mouth said.

"I'm calling Clark," Siobhan said. "I'll call you back."

The line went dead, and Kara dropped her phone to her lap and stared at the blank screen, feeling numb. But that lasted all of thirty seconds because then she was getting another call from Siobhan, and her heart sank as she answered it.

"He didn't answer," Siobhan said crossly. "You know, this is really bullshit."

"I'm sorry," Kara said again.

"You can't just call somebody and tell them they don't have a job anymore," Siobhan ranted, and Kara wasn't sure of the validity of that claim but said nothing. "And then not answer when they call and try to ask why."

And because of Kara couldn't think of anything else to say, she just repeated, "I'm sorry."

"Who the hell is this guy even?" Siobhan went on. "I've been in this industry for a long time, and this is only the second show I've seen you guys on. He must be new to this, and if this is how he conducts his business, then he's not going to get very far."

"I don't know what you want me to say," Kara said with a deep sigh. "All I can keep saying is I'm sorry. I wish it hadn't happened this way, but it's out of my hands."

"Well, this really sucks, Kara," Siobhan said. "You didn't even fight for me at all. I thought we were friends, but this isn't what a friend does."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," was all Kara had the strength to say.

"I guess I'm gonna start calling around and see if there's any jobs for me since I'm not needed anymore," Siobhan said in a sarcastic voice.

"Best of luck with that," Kara said in a soft voice. "And for what it's worth, I truly am sorry."

Siobhan didn't respond to that, simply hung up without another word. Kara stared down at her phone, her heart in her throat and a knot in her chest. Despite how awful Siobhan had been, Kara hated hurting people. It never sat right with her, but before she had time to feel too upset over her unpleasant conversation with Siobhan, her phone lit up with a text from James.

It had the name and number of a girl who worked crafty on the last show he'd done. Kara took in a breath before calling the number, feeling weird about making a cold call. But she didn't want to risk sending a text that would be overlooked or missed.

Thankfully the girl picked up on the second ring with a tentative, "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Sam Arias?" Kara asked, her voice going oddly high and formal.

"Yes," was the unsure reply. "Who's this?"

"My name is Kara Danvers. I got your name from my friend James Olsen. I'm doing crafty on this show right now, and I'm going to need some help tomorrow." She paused, fiddled with the computer mouse on her desktop for want of something to do with her nervous energy. "Would you happen to be available?"

"I am, yeah," Sam said, sounding enthusiastic. "What's the show?"

"Puppy Love," Kara told her, along with the pay rate. "I have tomorrow for sure with the possibility of more days in the future." She didn't want to get ahead of herself and book Sam for the rest of the show without seeing her in action first. She'd made that mistake once and wasn't about to make it a second time.

"Sounds good," Sam said. "I'm in if you'll have me."

"Yeah, I could really use the help," Kara said with a small laugh. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you!" Sam insisted, and that made the weight on Kara's shoulders lighten a little.

"Text me your email address, and I'll forward you the call sheet and map for tomorrow," Kara told her. "And if you have any questions or problems, just call me."

"Sure," Sam said. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Kara said, her anxiety starting to ease away. "See you in the morning."

When they hung up Kara felt a smile twitch its way to the corners of her mouth for the first time that day. The firing was done, and the hiring of someone knew had gone a lot easier than she'd anticipated. Now that it was all taken care of, she was starting to feel a million times better.

Sure, Siobhan could be mad all she wanted. But her being fired needed to happen. And now that it had and she had Sam coming in, Kara was no longer dreading day four. It was way too soon to tell, but Kara had a good feeling about the workday to come. Just knowing Siobhan wasn't an issue anymore and the hope that Sam couldn't possibly be any worse than her was enough to put Kara not only at ease, and it helped her to get excited about going back in with a new attitude.

With the weight of that off her, Kara allowed herself to go back to bed for a short nap. She put her second cup of coffee in the fridge for when she woke up again and crawled back between the welcoming covers of her bed, ignoring the paperwork and shopping she still had to do for just a little while longer.

Lena enjoyed her day off. She spent the day in bed with her script and a bottle of wine. Then when she was half done the bottle, she got bored and decided to flip through the channels on TV instead. But as usual there was nothing interesting on, and she went through her monthly questioning of why she paid for cable in the first place if she never used it—regardless of how much disposable income she had.

She sighed and turned off the TV with a huff before grabbing her phone and finally looking at her call sheet for Friday. The location was a shopping mall in a suburb right outside the city, and according to the callsheet and script it was the first day Eddie Thawne and Andrea Rojas were going to be on set. That worried Lena a little bit.

So far she'd only been with Jack, and he was delightful. He was kind to every crew member he talked to, regardless of the department, and on the second day when she'd been having a tough time, he offered her words of encouragement in between takes. How would Eddie and Andrea be? Would they be awesome as well, or would she hate them like she had some of her former costars who were total divas?

It made her nervous to think about, so she poured herself another glass of wine from the bottle on her nightstand as she scrolled down the callsheet to look at the departments. She didn't normally bother with this part of the callsheet since it had nothing to do with her. But she was a little drunk and very curious about a specific crew member.

After searching for a minute or so she finally found craft services, and Kara's name was there, along with her last name—Danvers. She didn't have a plan on what she would do once she got this information. But suddenly she had it, and somehow, she wanted to use it to find out more about the blonde.

So she did what dozens—if not hundreds—of people did every day with her name: she Googled it.

A few Twitter pages and Instagram profiles came up on the search, but one Instagram name stood out to her: SuperKara. It was dorky but it made her smile, and she knew that had to be the Kara she was looking for.

Thankfully she didn't have to download the app or have an account to look at the page, and Kara hadn't set her profile to private. So down the rabbit hole she went, scrolling through the pictures of Kara's life to get a sense of who she was. From the copious pictures of food Lena gathered that Kara was definitely in the right job with crafty because she seemed to be a total foodie. She also loved to wear plaid and band t-shirts, appeared to have glasses that she wore sometimes, and hung out a lot with a red-haired woman.

One picture of the two of them showed Kara and the short-haired woman both in bikinis at the beach, and Lena wasn't prepared for the jealousy mixed with arousal she felt at the image. But then she read the caption that read, "Danvers Sisters Beach Weekend," and upon clicking the tag was transported to the page of someone named Alex Danvers, who not only did seem to be Kara's sister, but dating a pretty African American woman. The jealously subsided, and Lena went back to Kara's page to keep scrolling.

Eventually she figured out how to zoom, and then she spent her time trying to find pictures where Kara's hands were showing so she could zoom in and look at them more closely. Why on Earth she was attracted to someone's hands, she had no idea, but the longer she looked at them the more she wished she could feel them dancing across her skin.

Then Lena got to a picture of Kara in a sports bra and jean shorts with a rainbow flag draped across her shoulders, and Lena's heart skipped a beat. Sure, she'd suspected Kara was gay by how tomboyish she dressed, but she didn't like to just assume things about people. Like how most people probably assumed she was straight. But that image, accompanied simply by the caption, "Pride," solidified what she'd been hoping for: Kara liked girls.

And while Kara was shirtless in the image, it wasn't overly sexual. She was wearing a bra, after all. But just above her shorts Lena saw the elastic band of a pair of boxes, and then her eyes traveled up and lingered on Kara's abs, and she felt a wetness starting between her legs.

That should have stopped her scrolling right there. This little crush was starting to get past innocent and moving onto full-on lust. And maybe had she been sober, she would have stopped. But she wasn't, and she kept on until she got to Kara's posts from the summer before, and another bikini image—this time alone.

And then the heat between her legs and the throbbing nerve was too much to ignore so she slid her hand into her underwear and frantically rubbed herself until she came, her other hand still clutching the phone open to Kara's Instagram page.

She felt better for a few minutes, but then she thought about what she did, and felt filthy with guilt and suddenly very sober after coming. Even showering did little to ease her troubled thoughts, so she just downed the rest of the bottle of wine and climbed back into bed, hoping she could sleep away her worries.

But when she woke up the next day, she realized she'd never closed out Kara's Instagram, and a fresh wave of embarrassment hit her as she hastily closed the page and erased it from her phone's history. She didn't say a single word to Jess when she got into her car or on the way to set that Friday. And for the first time she was dreading seeing Kara, because she didn't know how she could look her in the eyes and not go red in the face after Thursday night.

Kara had been able to get back to sleep on Thursday, but it wasn't restful. The entire time she napped she had stress dreams about shopping and doing paperwork and continuously looking at the clock to see it getting later and later and her window to get a good night's rest closing. She woke up in a sweat before her alarm, all calm she'd felt before her nap out the window. Her anxiety was back in full force, and she jumped out of bed to get started on those things so her nightmare wouldn't come true.

But sadly, it did, and she was only able to manage to get about five hours' worth of sleep on Thursday night. When she woke up groggy on Friday morning, she hoped it would be the last time because Sam was coming aboard, and theoretically that should have put an end to all her problems.

Even as she made her way to set early that July fifth, she didn't lose that hope. And thankfully parking in the mall parking lot was easy. She was just unlocking the door to the trailer when Nia pulled up and parked. She helped Kara get the stairs out before slapping her with a high-five in greeting.

"Where's Siobhan?" Nia asked, checking her watch for the time. They still had another fifteen minutes before call, but Siobhan had a habit of skirting in right before that time.

"She won't be back," Kara said with a sigh. "Today or probably ever."

Nia's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh shit." Then she smiled. "Thank fucking god, dude." She crossed her arms over her chest and gazed at Kara. "So what happened? Who's taking her place?"

"It's a long story," Kara said as she stepped into the trailer and grabbed a cooler to start dragging out. "But I did find someone else. This girl named Sam. Hopefully she'll be here soon." Nia grabbed the other end of the cooler and together they got it out before Kara straightened up and put her hands on her hips. "I texted her that I was parked near the food court entrance, and she copied."

"Have you ever worked with her before?" Nia asked, climbing the steps into the trailer again to grab another cooler.

"No, but she came recommended from a friend whom I trust wholeheartedly," Kara said as she stood back to let Nia down the first couple of steps then grabbed the other handle of the cooler to help her take it out. God, did they need a fucking ramp. The stairs just made everything twice as difficult. She bent down to undo the plug and start draining the cooler, but she sighed when she saw the plug was already off. "Crap," she said in a frustrated huff.

"What?" Nia asked.

"We forgot to close the drain on this cooler," Kara told her, gesturing to it. "So it was leaking all weekend."

"Shit."

"Yeah." Kara frowned as she went back into the trailer, and sure enough, the mats on the floor squished underneath her shoes. "These mats are wet. We're gonna have to take them out and let them dry once we're set up inside."

"Great," Nia said sarcastically as she grabbed another cooler and started to drag it out.

Kara helped her put it down outside the trailer just as a small, green VW bug pulled up and parked next to Nia's SUV. A young woman got out of the driver's seat and approached them hesitantly. She was about Kara's height with tan skin and shoulder-length brown hair, and she had matching brown eyes. She was also exceptionally skin, Kara noticed—which wasn't hard because she was wearing a black tank top and black leggings. So, in other words, she was gorgeous, and Kara really hoped this was Sam.

"I'm looking for Kara?" the young woman said, nervously fidgeting with her keys in her hands.

"That's me," Kara said, walking forward with her hand extended. "Are you Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam said with a small smile, shaking Kara's hand quickly before pulling hers away again. "Thanks for having me."

"No, thank you for being here," Kara said earnestly. "Seriously, you're saving my ass."

"I don't know about all that," Sam said with a small chuckle, her eyes roaming to Nia briefly. "Hello."

"Hi, I'm Nia," the taller brunette said pleasantly, simply waving in greeting.

"Nice to meet you." Sam nodded, then looked over Kara's shoulder to the waiting trailer. "So, what do you need me to do first?"

"Let's grab some trash bags and line the cans and bring them and a couple of coolers to set," she told Sam, then looked to Nia. "Can you stay here and start making coffee if I start the generator before I go?"

"Sure," Nia said with a nod. "I'll get the trash bags." She disappeared into the trailer for a moment then reappeared in the doorway with the generator. "But first—here."

Kara took it with a grunt, struggling to carry the heavy power source around the truck so she could plug in the trailer and get things running. Once that was done, she and Sam both grabbed a trash can and cooler and headed inside.

They were filming in a couple of the shops just off the food court, so she and Sam set what they had down and went back to the trailer for more stuff. They didn't speak other than for Kara to point out something for Sam to grab, and then they were on their way again. Sam never once talked back or questioned her authority the entire time they were setting up. And to top it off, she moved faster than Kara. Sam was coming into this fresh and new while Kara still hadn't recovered from the first three days. She was struggling to keep up with the young woman at first, but she managed to kick it into drive soon enough.

The main setup was done within a half hour, coffee out and all—with more being brewed already on set. Kara didn't have time to be amazed, though, because there were over seventy background actors coming in. They would need their own setup as well because all they did was sit and eat between takes. If they let them at the normal crew setup it would be demolished in seconds. That was why Kara had spent hours shopping the day before for cheap snacks for them.

They got a table with snacks up quickly, and Sam prepared a jug of water with cups while Kara set a huge percolator of coffee to brew. When they were done, they stood back and admired their handiwork. It had been so quick and easy.

Kara could barely believe it when she checked the time on her phone and saw that it was only forty-five minutes after call. They were completely done not even an hour into the day, something that hadn't happened until around or even after lunch when Siobhan had been with them. And that had been with just Sam and Kara setting up. On one of the trips back to the trailer Kara had told Nia just to stay and start working on cleaning the floor because she realized they were doing fine just the two of them.

Kara took a deep, relieved breath after she and Sam finished the extra's setup, smiling to her new assistant. "I can't believe we're already done," the blonde said when they got back to the regular setup and saw that it was still in perfect condition. "Water?" Kara asked as she went into one of the coolers to get a bottle for herself.

"Yes, please," Sam answered.

Kara grabbed two and handed one to Sam before closing the lid. "I think we deserve a break." She nodded her head off towards the other shops. "Come on."

Sam followed her, and they made their way through the mall. The production company hadn't rented out the whole mall, but that didn't matter. The mall itself hadn't been doing well since 2007. Only a few shops were still open, most of them dark and deserted. It was what her sister's girlfriend Kelly had told her was a "dead mall." It was a shock to everyone that it was still open at all, but Kara had a feeling that was because its deserted state made it a prime location to film. This was her third film she'd done at that location alone.

They settled onto a bench across from what used to be a HotTopic and sipped their waters quietly for a while. Kara was a little apprehensive being around someone new. She knew she was quirky and could be odd, and she didn't want to come across as weird in case it put Sam off to her. She didn't want to give her any reason not to want to come back to work for her.

"So, that was awesome. We've never set up that quickly before," Kara said, breaking the comfortable silence they'd fallen into. She looked to Sam uncertainly. "We're running 'til the end of August, and if you want and are available, I'd like to book you for the rest of the show."

A smile stretched across Sam's face at that. "Hells yeah I'm available, and I am 'bout it."

Kara returned it. "Good, then you're hired."

"Fuck yeah," Sam said, now beaming. She tapped her water bottle against Kara's in cheer before taking a sip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and asked, "So, do you have any kids?"

"No, I don't let men touch me," Kara said, shaking her head.

Sam let out a laugh at that. "Good for you, sis."

"Yeah, lesbianism is the best birth control." Kara smirked, and then because she knew if someone asked about her having kids it usually meant they had kids themselves, she asked, "What about you? Any kids?"

"I have a baby girl," Sam said, beaming with pride. "Ruby."

"Awe," Kara cooed, because she loved kids even if she didn't have any of her own. "How old?"

"Six months."

Kara's eyes widened. "You do not look like you had a baby six months ago."

Sam laughed again. "Thanks."

Kara stared at her for a few moments, trying to calculate how this twig of a woman who looked barely out of high school had a child. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm twenty-one," Sam answered. And Kara wasn't surprised, but she also wouldn't have been shocked if Sam had said she was younger.

"Damn, you're young," Kara said with a chuckle. "My old ass is twenty-seven."

"That's not old," Sam said, shaking her head.

"Feels like it." Kara ducked her head shyly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Sam asked, causing Kara's head to snap back up.

"Uh… no… No girlfriend," Kara said in a small voice.

"Why not?" Sam frowned.

"Um." Kara paused. How could she sum up all of her women trouble simply enough so that this person she barely knew could understand but also not open up about all her past relationship trauma? "Women just… Don't like me, I guess."

"I find that very hard to believe."

"It's true," Kara said with a shake of the head, turning away and looking into one of the empty store windows instead of at Sam.

"That's bullshit, then. You're cute and nice," Sam told her. "Girls should be all over you."

"But they're not." Kara shrugged, and then in an attempt to switch the focus off of her pathetic excuse for a dating life, asked, "What about you? Are you still with your baby's father?"

"Uh, no," Sam said with a grimace and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "He's a piece of shit, and I'm happy to be single now."

"Oh," Kara said, eyes widening. "Well that's… good…"

"It is," Sam said. "He's a deadbeat with no job, and I'm a boss ass bitch who makes good money and raises her baby on her own. I'm doing fine."

"Yes, you are," Kara said, meaning it. She'd only just met Sam, and she didn't know her story, but it broke her heart to hear that not only did Sam not have a good guy to help her raise their child, but that Sam had been treated so poorly by the man who knocked her up. She felt her heart panging for the younger woman next to her, and she wished there was something she could do to take away all the hurting and pain that she'd endured. "You just focus on you, and the right guy will come along. You're young. You have plenty of time."

"Yeah, but I already have a kid," Sam said. "I want to have more kids someday. I'd like to do that before I'm too old."

"You're only twenty-one," Kara said, nearly laughing. "It's not like you're my age."

"Bitch, stop, you're not even that old," Sam said, rolling her eyes and smirking.

"Still, I'm older than you," Kara said with a smirk right back. "So stop talking about you running out of time to find somebody because if you can't find someone, then what hope is there for me?"

"Kara, you need to have confidence." Sam looked her squarely in the eye, unblinking. "Seriously. You're not giving yourself enough credit."

"Maybe," Kara muttered, ducking her head because her cheeks began to go pink. She cleared her throat and stood from the bench. "I'm gonna go check on the setup."

"Wait," Sam said, hopping up. "I'm coming with you."

Lena didn't know if she could face Kara, but something in her just couldn't stay away. She tried to tell herself that it was an attempt to cure her infatuation, that the more time she spent with Kara the more flaws she would begin to see, and it would make her less desirable. But the moment Lena found the crafty setup she almost turned around and went right back to her chair.

Kara was actually at the setup, and that day instead of a normal t-shirt Kara was wearing a blue muscle shirt, and Lena thought the name of the shirt was appropriate considering the view it blessed her with. Kara's muscles were well-defined and toned. She watched as Kara picked up a nearly-full five gallon jug of water by the handle with one hand as if it was nothing to fill the coffee urn. It made her stop dead in her tracks, and she just stared for a few moments as she realized her plan was backfiring because now Kara was even hotter.

She should have turned right the fuck around then and there and had Jess get her a coffee instead. That would have been the wise thing to do. But as smart as Lena thought herself to be, she foolishly couldn't help herself. Not to mention there was a slender brunette at the setup with Kara, and they were talking and laughing, and it made the familiar sensation of jealousy bubble to life in her stomach.

The moment she got to the tables, though, Kara looked up from what she was doing and beamed at her. "Lena, hey," she said brightly, walking right up to her. "I feel like I haven't seen you in days."

"Likewise," Lena said coolly as she grabbed a coffee cup from the basket. "You seem to be having a better day," she commented while pouring the steaming, black liquid into the cup.

"I am, yeah," the blonde said, nodding. "In fact," she paused, looked over Lena's shoulder. "Hey, Sam."

Lena turned to see the brunette in the process of restocking a basket of granola bars. She looked to them questioningly, and Kara motioned for her to come over. Sam put the last couple of bars in the basket and threw the box in the garbage can before walking over and smiling.

"This is Sam," Kara said, gesturing to the woman who didn't even look old enough to drink to Lena. "And Sam, this is Lena." Kara smiled back and forth between them before saying, "Sam is going to be with us the rest of the show."

Lena's eyes widened a bit. "You're doing crafty with Kara now?"

"Yeah," Sam said, and Lena had to remind herself not to frown at the fact that this chaotically beautiful woman would now be spending over twelve hours a day with Kara from here on out.

"That's great," Lena said, though, honing in on her acting skills. "I'm glad you were able to find someone who's helpful."

"Sam's great," Kara said, and Lena could tell she meant it. And it made her heart sting.

"I'm gonna go check on the background setup," Sam said, already backing away from the tables. "It was nice meeting you, Lena."

"You too," she said to Sam's retreating back before turning to Kara once more. "I see you made that staff change."

"Yes, and I am so glad I did," Kara said, crossing her toned arms over her chest. Up close Lena noticed uneven tan lines—from hours spent in the sun while wearing t-shirts, no doubt. A farmer's tan should have put her off slightly, but it was actually kind of adorable. Kara also had these little freckles on her shoulders that sent flutters through Lena's stomach. "I freaking love Sam. She's so amazing."

And then the flutters were gone, replaced by envy once again. "That's good to hear," she said with a forced smile.

"She and I were just talking about going get drinks after wrap," Kara said with a small laugh. "I could use one after the week I had."

"Sounds fun," Lena said, smiling unwavering, but her insides felt like they were turning to ice.

"Yeah, it should be," Kara said, ducking her head for a moment and taking in a breath. When she looked back up, her face was uncertain, and her cheeks were starting to go a little pink. "Would you… I don't know… Maybe want to come?"

Lena's brain fritzed out for a moment, unsure of the question. All she heard was Kara asking her if she wanted to come, and her mind went back to her bed and the drunken self-gratification from the night before. She could barely manage to squeak out a response of, "Excuse me?"

"I mean… You don't have to," Kara said quickly, her face getting redder by the minute. "It won't hurt my feelings if you say no. I just thought I'd extend the invitation. I don't know if there's any rules about cast hanging out with crew outside of work. You probably don't want to get drinks with crafty anyway. It's not a big deal—"

"Oh!" Lena said, cutting off Kara's rambling as she realized what she was being asked. "You want me to go out with you?" Her face went red then, much like Kara's. "You and Sam," she corrected.

Kara nodded. "Maybe Nia and a few other people, too," she said, then quirked her head to the side and gazed at Lena questioningly. "Feel free to pass. But the offer stands if you want to join."

Lena weighed her options. This little thing she had for Kara, whatever it was, wasn't going away. And it certainly wasn't getting better. Going out would her and her friends was most likely a terrible idea. But then she thought of Kara smiling and laughing with Sam, and the idea of them drinking together made her nervous. She didn't know their relationship, and though she and Kara didn't have one, she still felt threatened by the pretty, young woman.

"Where are you going?" Lena asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as if she was mulling over the idea and hadn't already made up her mind.

"Noonan's."

Lena nodded. She knew the place. "I'll think about it," she said, though she knew damn well she had every intention of going. She just didn't want to seem too eager. "Ask me again closer to wrap."

"Sure," Kara said with a bright smile.

Lena returned it, then nodded her head back towards set. "Well, I should probably get back to work."

Kara scrunched up her nose in an adorable way and laughed. "Yeah, me too, unfortunately." She sighed as she looked around at the setup for a moment, then back to Lena. "I'll be sure to stop by your chair with the pass around when we do it, though."

"Good, then I won't bother grabbing anything to eat now," Lena said with a smirk. "What's it going to be?"

Kara narrowed her eyes playfully. "That depends, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No, I eat anything," Lena said, heart skipping when Kara's eyebrows shot up for a second.

There was a playfulness in her eyes, and she glanced at Lena's mouth for a moment before looking back to her face again. "Then it's a surprise," she murmured, cheeks going pink again.

"Tease," Lena said with an eye roll. "You're lucky you're my favorite."

Kara's eyes widened, and her jaw hung open for a moment before she asked in a small voice, "I'm your favorite?"

"I—Uh," Lena stammered, unusually at a loss for words. "Yeah… You know, because you always give me food… And you're nice…" She paused to sip her coffee, to have a chance to recollect herself. "And you work hard, and I appreciate that."

"Oh," Kara said, nodding slowly.

"Yeah…" Lena winced a little, realizing she'd made it awkward. "I'm—I'm gonna get back."

"Good idea," Kara said with another nod, and Lena smiled at her briefly before scurrying away from the tables. When she was a couple of feet away, though, she heard a hesitant, "Hey, Lena?"

The brunette turned to see the blonde staring at her with a small smile. She licked her dry lips before asking, "Yes, Kara?"

"For what it's worth, you're my favorite, too," she said, her gaze unwavering. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she added, "Just don't tell Nia."

Lena chuckled lightly. "I won't."

And with that she practically bounced back to set, right back to her chair. And she didn't plan on leaving it again except to do her scenes until after crafty's pass-around was done, because Kara had promised to bring her something. And if Kara was going to come looking for her, she wanted to make sure she could be easily found.

Aight ima head out