A/N: Due to the amount of requests I received for a sequel to the sequel (hahaha), I wrote a continuation to the last chapter, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for all your support. You guys never fail to make me smile. To all the guests who reviewed on the last chapter, thanks! Prompts will be added to the next poll. It hasn't been updated yet since I wrote this chapter instead of pulling from the poll-there's currently a tie, so go vote if you haven't!

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I. Eliza

"Come on! Come on." Kara bounces on the edge of the couch, pillow in lap and gaze stuck on Alex. "I want to tell Eliza. I miss her." The blonde is looking at her sister with shiny, wide eyes and fingers all tangled together. "…Please," she adds on.

Alex pulls out her phone and by the time her finger presses the three in Eliza's phone number Kara has dropped next to the agent. "Can I talk to her first?" Kara asks, as the other line rings.

"No," Alex whispers. "You're supposed to be dead. That's weird."

"It's not weird."

"Yes, it is, Kara. It's creepy."

Kara makes a face and dramatically flings herself backward across the couch, setting her feet across Alex's lap. The brunette rolls her eyes and puts a hand on Kara's shin. Kara twists a loose thread around her index finger, lets her gaze roam around Alex's apartment—she was so, so close to losing all of this. Her mind wanders. There is so much on this planet, so many people and places and—

"Eliza!" Kara announces in a whisper-yell as she hears her foster mother's voice carry through the line. A grin splits Kara's lips and she scrambles upward, accidentally kicking Alex's phone from the brunette's hand in the process. The device clatters to floor and Kara gives a sheepish smile as Alex sighs and shakes her head.

"Sorry," Kara says as she places the phone back in Alex's hand. Both girls freeze, gazes tethered to the phone, to the suddenly silent line.

Miles away Eliza furrows her brow, takes a seat on her own couch. "Honey, did I just hear…" she trails off. It's ridiculous. It's impossible.

"Yes," Alex answers and looks up to the ceiling.

"It was—it was Kara?" she asks. "It sounded like Kara."

Alex swallows a lump in her throat. "Yeah, she umm… she came back. Her body went into stasis and healed itself. We'll go into the science of it all later, but what's important is that she's alive and she's still Kara." Kara stands across from her sister, lower lip pulled between her teeth, body rocking back and forth, back and forth from her heel to the ball of her foot.

There's a heavy silence and then they both hear the soft sob that escapes Eliza's mouth. "Can I talk to her?"

Alex forgets she's on the phone and nods, pressing the device into Kara's outstretched hand.

"Mom," Kara says before she even thinks. There's water in her eyes. "Eliza," she corrects, "Hi."

"Oh, baby," Eliza says through a shuddery breath. "Kara, I love you."

Alex wraps her arms around her little sister as Kara shakes. "I've missed your voice so much." Her words quiver. There are so many people she needs to meet again, so many voices she needs to hear, and eyes she needs to see, and hands she needs to hold. "I love you, too."

"I've missed you."

"Yeah, you too," Kara says and squirms her arm out of Alex's hold to wipe her cheeks. "So much."

"I really want to hug you right now."

"I'm on it." Kara looks at Alex and her sister gives a knowing nod.

Not thirty minutes later Kara and Alex land on the lawn of their childhood home, and Kara is swept into her foster mother's arms. The hug is warm and soft, the touch familiar. "I love you, sweet girl," Eliza whispers into Kara's hair. Before she knows it, the blonde alien is sandwiched between her sister and her mom. This is Earth, this is life, this is home.

II. J'onn

It's not even three hours later that Kara finds herself gathered in another hug. She'd called J'onn on her own. She likes to believe that he's seen weirder things than an alien resurrected.

When he sees her, dressed simply as Kara—no super suit or cape—he grabs her, tugs her into an embrace. When she catches tears in his eyes, Kara swears her heart is near breaking. "Hey, J'onn. Long time no see, huh?" she jokes softly.

He holds her tighter and she thinks, with a pang in her heart, that he is one of the only people on this planet that can hug her with enough power that she feels strong pressure, that she feels small—that she feels like she is not carrying the weight of these worlds on her own. But then she remembers she has Alex, she has J'onn, she has Eliza, and Winn and James and there are so many people on her side.

Another squeeze later and a soft laugh emerges from the Martian. He leans back and looks her in the eyes. "It's good to have you back, Supergirl."

"There is nowhere in the universe I would rather be."

She means every word.

III. Cat

It's two a.m., twenty four hours after Kara came back. Twenty four hours of air and vocal cords and the softness of hands. Soon Supergirl will return, and Kara will have to come up with a way to show up too, without revealing her identity to all of the city. But first, before haziness turn to sharpness and life resumes in full force, there's someone Supergirl—someone Kara—needs to see.

She leaves her apartment through the window, in her Supergirl suit, because it feels right. Because she missed it.

It's late (really early) but Kara doesn't want to wait any longer. She darts through the night sky, after confirming that Cat was still in the office. Wind splits across her face, sending her curls sprawling out behind her. A smile pulls at her lips. She dips up and down above the city lights that blur and sparkle beneath her.

It's minutes later when she touches down on the balcony of CatCo, red cape billowing behind her in the dim yellow light emanating from Cat's office. She tilts her head to look through the glass, watches as Cat turns in her chair and rises.

The older woman pauses in front of the glass. Heavy blinks pull at her eyelids. Their gazes catch and hold.

This cannot be real.

Cat extends her arm, opens the door, steps forward. She has sworn to see red flickering outside her window pane in the months following Kara's death, only to open the door to emptiness and car horns and the shimmer of moonlight, but this, right now, is more than a wink of red or a name on the wind. This is a person. This is—

"Supergirl," Cat says in a soft outpour of breath. She reaches, touches the hand of this figure in front of her. A part of her is surprised when her fingertips collide with warm skin.

She looks up, eyes bright and inquisitive. "Kara," she says this time, with a smile flitting across her lips.

"Yeah," Kara confirms and swallows.

"How?"

"I went into stasis, body healed itself." Kara shrugs. She wants to hug her boss, her mentor, her idol.

Cat nods slowly. "I suspected it the whole time."

Kara wrinkles her nose in confusion. "That I'd come back?"

"No," the older woman shakes her head. "That you were Supergirl."

"Oh," Kara drops her gaze. "Are you mad?"

Cat bites her lip, her eyes grow watery. She squeezes the youngest Danvers' hand. "Oh, Kara… Kiera… Supergirl… you have so many names."

"That's mostly your fault," Kara points out, a cheeky smile lighting up her features. She is so, so happy to be here. To be back.

"Yeah, well, maybe. But that's not the point. You have so many lives, you have lived so many lives and you have saved even more. I imagine that it is difficult to exist like that, between two worlds, two identities. I am sorry that I made it more challenging for you." She heaves a deep breath. "I'm sorry for what you have been through in your life and I need to say it now, that Kara, despite everything, you are better hearted than so many of us. You are the best of this planet, of this universe. I didn't say it enough when you were alive, but thank you."

Kara's words get trapped in her throat and as she feels blush heat up her cheeks Cat wraps her arms around the blonde.

"I missed you," Kara says, cracks a bit as she reciprocates the embrace.

"I missed you, too," Cat says and leans back. "You were gone and the whole world was worse for it. I do not expect for you to let that happen again."

"I'll do my best, Ms. Grant." Kara smiles.

"Cat," she corrects.

Kara nods. "Cat."

IV. Alex

Kara arrives back at her apartment a little after three that morning. She sees that Alex has fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for her sister. Kara's heart squeezes.

She slides the remote out of Alex's had and flicks off the volume on the T.V. For a moment Kara is struck frozen. With the white television light illuminating Alex's features and sending shadows across the room, and outside the stars are mingling with city lights and cars are moving and so many people are filling their lungs with air and pumping blood through hearts and filling space with movement, Kara's breath hitches in her throat. A sob heaves its way through her body and shakes her shoulders.

Alex blinks into consciousness and reaches into the darkness to pull her sister toward her.

"I don't ever want to let any of this go," Kara says against Alex's sleepy form. "I don't want to lose any of it."

The brunette stares into Kara's watery eyes, brushes away her tears with the pad of her thumb. "And we don't want to lose you. Don't let the 'what ifs' swallow you, okay?" Alex says and her voice is simultaneously soft and strong in the dim light.

Kara takes a deep breath, nods then yawns.

"Right now, you're here, and I'm here, and all of that scaring dying shit is over."

A giggle breaks its way through Kara's tears.

"I know it's terrifying and you're hurting and this is probably one of those things that we will carry with us for the rest of your lives, but Kara, there's no one else in the world I'd rather carry things with than you, 'cause I know you've got my back, and I know, you know, that I've always got yours. I just wish it didn't have to hurt you, but we'll be okay. We always are, right?"

Kara nods. "Right," she repeats and relaxes with a little, quivery sigh, tucking herself against Alex's side and letting her eyes close. "Coming back to life is exhausting," she murmurs with the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Alex runs a hand through the blonde's hair. "Amen to that, sister."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight," the agent replies. "I'll see you in the morning, Kara." She has dreamed about saying those words again.

"Definitely. With pancakes, preferably."

Alex's laughter dances in the darkness. "You've got it." She is relieved to find that somethings never change.