Dyslexia is kicking in sweethearts. Please be gentle. I apologize in advance.

"Miss Luthor… How do you cope being so closely associated with an Alien with your mother and brothers anti-alien rhetoric still blossoming in current news and events?" Cat asked as she waited with her pen to her note pad. Cat watched, and the Woman shifted and drew she shoulders high. Kara sat straighter and crossed her legs narrowing her eyes.

Cat watched the two women as she asked her questions and it was so obvious. Kara loved Lena, Lena loved Kara, but there was a space, a little gap, that to the common observer they would have missed it, but it was Cat Grant who was observing, and she saw it as plain as day. Part of Cat's heart cringed, and another, watching Kara, rejoiced. She really did love the woman and wanted nothing but her happiness. She noted Kara's posture and guarded position.

"Miss Luthor," Cat paused for effect and then shifted her gaze from Kara to the green eyes of the executive, "Could you elaborate on your relationship with Supergirl for the press?" Cat looked from woman to woman. Both had different expressions, one of shock, the one of anger. Lena Luthor narrowed her eyes and straightened her posture. She looked down at Cat's phone recording their entire interview and then inhaled closing her eyes.

"Be more concise in your question. That simple question leaves a lot to interpretation. Come now Cat. That's sloppy," Lena grinned maliciously, her eyes gleaming with lethal intent. Cat only smiled. Boy did she like the Luthor. She was a challenge, and a challenger. She would not backdown and she would not falter. She was formidable as her wit and intelligence was whip crack quick and it served her well.

"I simply meant that it is was no secret that Lex Luthor and Superman, at one time, where the best of friends. I was wondering if you and Supergirl shared the Simone relationship," Cat clarified only slightly.

"Supergirl and I have worked brilliantly together, and have often spoke of collaborating on future endeavors, when they arise. Do I find the Super a phenomenal Hero? Yes, I do," Lena smiled softly as she looked to Kara.

"Supergirl, how is it you always seem to save Lena Luthor?" Cat asked, and Kara's mouth dropped open. Cat was playing a dangerous game, and Kara having been a reporter, knew this game. And she was horrible at it. She wanted to believe in the best of people, and it was in this moment where she saw that she and Lena might be just a little too close.

"Super hearing," Kara narrowed her eyes and uncrossed her legs and stood. She hated the feeling that Cat had instilled in her. She was right though, and she knew Cat was trying to point that out in her Cat way. If she saw them as more than just acquaintances, then the rest of the world could and would see that too. They were targets for the other.

"Do you think that you Lena Luthor, your friend, appreciates being treated like a damsel in distress? She is a strong and independent woman. Maybe the knight in shining cape might not be what she wants," Cat edged and nudged at the two probing probable cracks. Kara, standing stared down at Cat angrily. Cat's chest constricted, but she didn't not back down. Her face did not reflect the emotion she felt inside. She was sorry for the jab at the Super, but she was doing her job, and finding answers to her personal questions.

"This Damsel is appreciative of everything Supergirl has done for me. If she was not there for me one evening, I could have coated the sidewalk with my guts as I was shoved over my balcony. In some effects, yes, I appreciate being saved. Who wouldn't? Speaking of which, hasn't she saved your life on multiple accounts?" Lena scowled at the blonde reporter. Cat smirked. Lena to the rescue. Lena looked to Kara and their eyes met and the super nodded and then walked to the window of Lena's office. She took off and Lena turned on the news and flipped to National City News Network and sighed. Cat and Lena watched the screen. A few seconds later their friend blew back a fire with her freeze breath and ran into a fiery building.

"How do you stand watching her run into buildings knowing you care about her so much?" Cat asked softly. Lena opened her mouth but paused and looked at the phone. Cat rolled her eyes and turned off the recorder, showing the Luther she had done so.

"The other one too," Lena said as she looked to Cat's bag. Cat growled as she reached into her purse and hit the stop button on a small tape recorder, caught.

"It is because I have faith she will come back that makes me breathe when I see her engulfed in flames, or shot at," Lena stood arms crossed over her stomach and sighed, "she is a hero Cat. If she chooses this life, we both will have to live in a constant state of hypertension when she is on the news," Lena looked over the blonde.

"You are right," Cat said as she stood next to Lena and mirrored her posture.

"I know I am right for you love her too," Lena pointed out and Cat only nodded as she watched the blonde woman come out of a crumbling building with a little boy wrapped around her torso, a girl tucked under arm and, of course, a puppy.

"Does she know you love her?" Lena asked as she went to sit behind her desk and pretend to look at her paperwork. Cat followed her and sat in one of the visitor's chairs.

"I don't think so," Cat admitted, "But that doesn't matter. She loves you," Cat said with a snap to her voice. Lena looked up and stared at the reporter. She was honest. Cat Grant didn't do completely honest. It was showing the room her cards, but in that moment, she showed Lena her hand, all except the ace she knew Cat had up her sleeve. Cat stood and went to pick up her bag and then Lena followed to send the woman on her way. Cat stopped at the door.

"You will have to choose Little Luthor," Cat said as she strode to the door glancing at Lena and then turned fully around, "The Danvers sisters are rather intoxicating in their own ways, aren't they?"

With that phrase out in the space between them Lena blinked, and then watched as the door closed behind Cat. Lena stood there, feeling the blood rush in her veins, and her heartbeat pound in her ears. Both Danvers sister. Lena walked back to the desk and turned to the window. It was slightly cloudy, and grey. She didn't realize it before, the sky reflected her thoughts and the way they have been for weeks, unclear.

A tone dragged her attention from the sky and back to her phone on her desk.

Cat: Everything is off record and I'll send you a rough draft for your approval… Boss.

Lena: I will not sensor you but that is appreciated.

Lena turned off her tone as she waited for a response. She pushed her phone away from her and took up her paperwork. Damn Wednesdays. She looked at the paper in her hands. She couldn't focus. She sighed and looked at the clock. 4:30 pm. She sighed and push a button on her messenger app and pulled up Jess's messenger for inter office communication. No sooner had she hit send than Jess came through the door.

"Are you alright Miss Luthor?" asked the assistant and she placed one small file on her desk. Lena looked at the file with scorn and then sighed looking at the woman.

"Yes, I just have a headache and we have done a lot for the day. Please take the rest of the day off. I know I am," She tried for a smile but in her mind, it only came off as a grimace. Jess nodded and made her way out of the office. Lena collected her things, and then made her way to the elevator. Once to her garage nodded to her driver and then got into the back as he closed her door. He safely navigated the garage and toward the street. She looked at her hands. She forgot her hand her phone in her palms. She opened the messenger app and brought up Alex's conversation. They had not spoken since Saturday nor texted since then either. Lena slid forward on her seat.

"Can you take me to this address?" she asked as she held her phone up for the driver. He nodded and quickly put the destination in to the GPS. Lena sat back and watched the city slide by. She watched the buildings loom and the people navigate the sidewalks. She tried not to think of a blonde shark and her words before she felt her office. Choose? Choose what? She of course chose…

Lena blinked as she found a building in front of her.

"He we are Miss Luther," the driver announced as he went to open the door. She stopped him. She was perfectly capable of opening her own door.

"Thanks Simon," she said with a smile. She looked up at the building and then turned back to the driver.

"I'll be here until you tell me not to Miss Luthor," Simon smiled warmly as she tipped his hat. She shook her head and opened her door, stood from her car closed the door and took a deep breath. She looked up and looked down at her phone and saw the apartment number. She strode to the building before she could talk herself out of it. She shook her head before she opened the lobby doors. There is no reason to talk yourself out of seeing a friend… right?

Upstairs…

Huge cushioned gaming headphones sat around her ears blaring music as her fingers flew over the keyboard. She hadn't written in a few days and her fingers itched…

There were many nights where she thought of just throwing herself off the edge, and this night was no different except… except for the face that haunted her waking thoughts. She looked down and saw the rocks below, and her toes curling the lip of the cliff. She knew she was flirting with death, challenging fate to do with her what it will. She closed her eyes, inhaled, and held her arms out like she were to spread her wings. She teetered to and fro, and then opened her eyes. She took a step back and thought it would only hurt the woman she loved if this were to happen. She walked back into her house relieved for she found a reason, it may not be the right reason, but it was a reason and a start to live again.

She didn't hear the knocking on the door. The tapping on her keys and her music fueled the story along, and she didn't hear a door, she swore she locked, open. Her head bobbed slightly with the music, a deep techno mix, and something stopped. Something made her fingers seize. She felt her heart rise and fall, and something was off. Quicker than lighting and a flash of pain in her ribs and shoulder she had a gun in her hands trained on the intruder into her space.

The beat in her ears, the thrumming in her veins matched the rhythm of her breathing. She blinked as she took in beauty in her living room. She looked to her gun and jerked her hand away from the woman. She put the gun down on the new table Kara set up for her and took her headphones from her ears. She tilted her head this way and that to get her ears to adjust to the sounds of the room.

"Can I put my hands down now?" Lena smiled as she stood there with her hands up. Alex smiled softly, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," she rubbed the back of her neck, "I was surprised," Alex tried for an excuse.

"So, I see," Lena said as she took in her surroundings, "This is a nice place you have here," she commented as she took a seat at the table. They looked at each other and then Alex snapped as if she forgot something. She hobbled to the kitchen and got a coffee pot going and Lena smiled. Alex came back to her and stepped behind her. Lena felt hands tenderly clasp the coat she wore, and she shrugged out of the fabric and Alex held out her hand and Lena gave her the scarf she wore. Alex felt eyes on her as she limped with the unforgiving cast on her ankle but damn it all she was going to do things for herself. She placed the coat and scarf on the coat rack near the door, turned around. She found green eyes on her.

For Alex all things zoomed in on Lena, she was not ready for this. Her body was stock still, and her heart hammered in her chest. The only other things she could hear than her beating heart in her ears, was the gurgling of the coffee pot as if brewed a French Vanilla blend. Alex jolted from the moments as she gimped her way to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard and brought down 2 mugs and found the milk in the refrigerator. Kara had gifted her a frother when she expressed her like of cappuccinos. Alex didn't have the heart to tell her that she simply adored coffee and cappuccinos were a once in a while thing. She set the milk to heat so she could froth the milk for a coffee-chino.

"Sorry. I don't have espresso beans for your caramel macchiatos," Alex said as she felt her ears heat with her blush.

"Alex," Lena said but it seemed she was to be ignored or she wasn't heard.

"Kara gave me an espresso machine. The only thing I use it for is to froth milk for a little more cream texture…"

"ALEX!" lean shouted. The Agent jolted and turned around.

"Alex," Lena tried once more in a softer tone, "I came to check on you. Not have you wait on me," She indicated to the table they sat at earlier or the couch, "Please, just take rest. I'll take care of the milk," Lena said hoping she didn't offend the proud woman. Alex sighed and went to the chair she vacated when Lena was found in her living room. She looked to her document and sighed once more. Her fingers twitched to write, but now was lost. She saved and pushed the laptop out of the way but didn't close the computer. The coffee pot beeped. Alex began to lift her body, but Lena stretched out a hand.

"I need to use the restroom, I am assuming you can get us two mugs of coffee?" Alex said with a smile.

Alex could only let to woman do as she wished it was her apartment after all. Lena smiled though. Alex too so much care of her in her apartment. Maybe this is why she didn't want Lena here. She felt like she had to play hostess and yet she could not physically do the job she wanted. Lena put the milk back in the refrigerator and spied caramel in a bottle and smirked. She squeezed a generous amount in both cups and took her milk mixed mug and Alex's black and Caramel back to the table.

She waited. It took some time, and she didn't understand what took so long. She looked to the computer sitting on the table. The document was not minimized and not hidden. So, if she looked over and saw the words, it's not like it was a breach of confidentiality. But what if Alex did that to her? Lena growled at herself and looked away from the laptop. It was like it glared at her taunting her, playing on her curious nature. She scoffed and went to reach for the top and a few words made them to her eyes. Her green eyes flew open, as she shut the laptop. She didn't read but one line, one single solitary line.

Don't Go, I won't break, please don't go.

Alex was… no way. Lena narrowed her eyes and thought. She saw the agent as one of the characters of a story she read once. She read the words and could swear she could see Alex saying them to her in the night, back lit by light calling her an elf. Sure, it didn't happen, but she could see Alex saying those words to her. When she went through most of the stories she read from that author she could swear… now that she knew Alex, she could see Alex as each one of those women.

The door opened, and Alex stepped out with a smile. She held a bundle in her arms and a shy smile.

"Kara said once upon a time, that you hated your suits and she kept sweats on hand if you showed up. We might be the Simone size so…" Alex said and placed the clothes on the table then her eyes went to the computer. She looked at Lena.

"I closed it because I didn't think you would like a Luthor snooping in on your work," Lena said trying to sound even as if she wasn't caught reading her story. Well she didn't read the damn story!

"I would never want a Luthor to read those files," Alex gritted then looked to Lena, "But if Lena read them, I don't think I would mind. I would possibly be mortified, but I don't think I would mind," Alex smiled to Lena and took a sip from her mug and closed her eyes and sighed. Lena smiled and took the clothes and went to change.

She texted down to Simon and told Simon that she would be a while and to go home. When it was time to leave she could call a cab and get home that way. She stripped and when the soft, fuzzy material made it over her head she couldn't help it. She brought the fabric to her nose and inhaled. So different from Kara. Kara smelled of meadows and pine. Almost as if she had laundry detergent made from nature. But Alex, practical Alex, was simple. Tide and downy, with her own body scent. Maybe her soap that she uses all the tie that is imbedded in everything she wears. She looked around, her maroon dress on a navy blue down comforter that lay over the bed, the mauve curtains that cloak a window, and an iron frame bed then the flat screen TV with streaming device. Two bedside dressers and her clothes dresser. It was simple, uncluttered. Smooth clean lines. She stepped out in to the living room and found Alex typing on her computer. She looked around and took in the apartment. Everything was clean and simple. She looked back to Alex. She was simple, and clean just like her surroundings, except for what lay beneath.

She sat at the table and sipped from her mug and her eyes flew open. It was good. She didn't think it would be with regular coffee, maybe it was the rich snob in her, but she liked this surprise. She watched as Alex had her headphones on, but she saw that the woman looked over to her, then moved one of the earphones.

"Would you like a game of chess tonight?" Alex asked. Lena lit up like a pinball machine and smile devilishly.

"Yes! And now you might have more of a challenge because I am not doing my paper work," Challenged Lena.

"Excellent, could you grab the board from that cabinet right there, and let me finish this … page," Alex paused but smiled as Lena went in search of the Chess board. She knew Alex floundered on the word chapter, now, after having read what she did. Lena came back with the box with the board in it and set up the basic black and red board. Just as she lay the last pawn Alex smiled, stretched her arms, winced as she pulled her ribs, but her smile never left her lips. She saved, and closed the computer taking the headphones from her ears.

"So, how was your day?" asked Alex. Lena smiled as she moved her pawn and then Alex moved a knight. The domesticity of the question was warming. It touched her.

"It was passable," Lena replied and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the board. Her bishop took Alex's pawn, "Check… the interview with Cat Grant was today."

"Let me guess she didn't take it easy on you?" Alex chuckled as she moved a knight to block the bishop. Lena looked at Alex's smile and then brown eyes met hers and then she just crumpled comfortable.

"It was a disaster!" Lena groaned as she lay her head on her arm and then leaned on her hand as she looked at her board. Queen moved out to the center of the board. Alex smiled at the risky probing movement.

"I think she is in love with Kara," Lena said lowly. Alex looked at the board and a rook took a pawn then she looked at Lena.

"Yes, that is a secret and the only person that's a secret from is Kara," Alex chuckled. Lena stared at Alex. She blinked and blinked again. Then brown eyes found hers.

"Lena, please tell me you knew that?" Asked Alex and Alex saw her eyes drop, and then her hands clasp in front of her.

"No, not everyone knew that," Lena said firmly. She heard it from Cat but to be confirmed was gut wrenching. Then a hand slid across the top of the table. It clasped her own. Lean looked up as she felt the hand. The calluses from holding a gun, combat training, and the strength it supported her with.

"Do you love Kara?" Alex asked. Lena looked at the woman that had invaded her thoughts. It was not fair for her to answer that question when she could not or would not know if Alex felt any way about her. If she knew how everyone felt she could navigate these scenarios easier. She let Alex hold one of her hands, but she moved another knight and took Alex's rook. "Check," Lena said as her thoughts ran a million miles a minute. Alex moved her queen.

"Check mate," Alex whispered, "Please… answer the question," Alex asked lower than her whisper. Lena looked up, grasped the hand in her own. She stroked Alex's knuckles, rubbed her palm against the rough one of Alex's.

"Yes," Lena replied. Alex shook Lena's hand and then let go of Lena's hand. She stood from the game and went to the kitchen with her mug.

"Please set the board again," asked Alex flatly.

She was happy the mug was already on the counter. Hands came around her waist and locked together like a belt. Alex froze. She felt Lena place her cheek in the middle of her back and shake. Alex's chest seized. The woman was standing there looking for support, comfort. Alex placed her hands over Lena's and leaned back into the woman's frame. She then turned around pulling the woman with her and Lena slipped her arms around Alex as she buried her face in Alex's neck. Alex swallowed. Her body was on fire. Her emotions wared with her mind. Take advantage, no she won't. Alex slipped her arms around Lena's shoulders and held the woman close. She didn't let her go. She held the salve of her mending heart in her arms. Alex stroked Lena's back.

But she didn't love her.

But it didn't stop her…