Around the City…

Kara flew, no she more like blasted off the DEO opening for her. She could not get her barring's. She was mad, angry, and just lost. She couldn't help her emotions from spiraling. Alex was evasive Lena shut her out. Jonn back up Lena who seemed to back up Alex. Wasn't she supposed to be Kara's…? What was Lena to her. The more she thought the more she began the think that this was the conversation she was going to have with Len., She was fine with Lena a few weeks ago. Hell, Lena and Kara where practically inseparable, and Kara loved her more than any person on this planet. Then Cat came back. Kara's altitude dropped as she felt thought of Cat. She gritted her teeth. Why and the hell was that woman on her mind constantly. When she left it was hard, as if a part of her left with the woman but over time she got over it. Why could she not get her out of her mind now. She had the possibility of being loved by one of the most brilliant people alive, and yet it was Cat. She sighed and stepped onto a balcony and rest.

She knew she was there, mere feet from her but she was not completely sure why she was there, what the superhero would wanted? She looked over a few more documents and then grabbed a Coke from her tiny fridge, and a bottle of water for herself. She looked at the bourbon decanter and sighed, she may need that later. She approached the terrace that over looked her city and then found herself standing exactly where she stood a few days ago, talking to the same woman. But this time, this moment the woman seems anything but confident and angry or fiery. She seemed downtrodden. It reminded her of the time she came and visited after the altered state of mind episode where she was not herself.

"Last time you came here looking like that you previously threw me over that rail," Cat looked out over the lights trying to joke, "Do I need to be worried that you are on my balcony with that sad look on your face and your shoulders slumped as if defeated?" Cat asked. She was never good at nice, evidently everyone noticed this about her, even herself, but the woman next to her is the only one who tried to see beyond the talk, bravado, and walls.

"Even as an assistant you tried to see more than what was shown to you," Cat whispered but she knew the super could hear her, "Tell me why you are here Kara, then I may be able to help you," Cat offered.

She was tired of the blonde constantly coming to her for matters of the heart. This was one reason why she didn't stay, but the longer she was away, the more she wanted to come back. She wanted to be with Kara, and Supergirl, one in the same. She wanted all of the woman. Not Sunny Danvers, and not Supergirl. She wanted her all. She understood responsibility, she understood people relying on you, but more than anything she understood sacrifice for the overall good of the collective. In her world it was CatCo, in Kara's world it was well… the world, at the very least National City.

"Why did you come back?" Kara asked as she closed her eyes listening.

"Lena Luthor asked me to come back because, and I quote, 'I could clean house.' In the end I think she wanted away from Olsen, and CatCo. She is the type to take responsibility of her possessions, but she knew CatCo was beginning to slide in more ways than just circulation. So, she offered, and I helped. Now I am back where I belong," Cat answered why she was back on paper, but she did not divulge why she was back in her heart.

"Why did you come to the apartment this afternoon?" Kara asked softly, almost afraid.

Cat looked over to Kara and watched the woman. She saw the pain etched on the planes of her face, and then lackluster blue of her eyes. She wanted to know what was really wrong, and her coming back, and showing up at her apartment was not it. She left the coke on the rail as she passed Kara and went to sit on her patio furniture. She leaned back and propped her feel up on the yard table, and then cracked open her bottle of water. She sat there sipping her water because she would not dignify that question with a response.

"Cat, answer me please," Kara asked as she came over to the woman and stood there with the soda can in her hands.

"No," she replied as she closed her eyes exhausted. She relaxed. She simply resigned herself to take the fate of what was about to be said and would do with it what she could. She would win her argument in the end, but it was not the time to give Kara her reasons for being there. She already dropped hints and told her once she cared for the woman. What was it going to take for the woman to understand?

"You wish for people to answer your questions, but you will not answer mine," Kara gritted, and Kara opened her eyes and looked up. Cat stood and walked into the woman's space. She watched the way the woman stood, the way she breathed, the way her chest rose and fell and picked up in speed.

Cat narrowed her eyes as she stood before Kara Danvers, assistant, reporter, human. She scoffed and then went to walk away. Then her wrist was captured, and she turned into the hand keeping her there. What she found was finally the woman she wanted. The Woman, she dreamed about. The mix between the two that was completely Kara. The real Kara. The one who was never going to be stepped on, and yet gentle enough to look at her with soulful eyes seeking answers. Cat wrenched her wrist from Kara's lose hold.

"I will answer you No once more, but if you asked me one more time after this you will not be given a forgiving answer," Cat rubbed her wrist where Kara grasped it then dropped her hand, "I Will give you the truth you don't want, but ultimately known as the truth. I will shatter the small peace you have Kara," Cat reached out and placed a hand on Kara's shoulder and then tipped her chin up making the woman look her into her brown eyes, "Do you want that?"

Kara swallowed as she looked in to brown eyes. She knew the truth. Or at least Kara thinks she does, but does she want to know for certain? Can she handle the truth? Kara looked at Cat.

Cat saw something in those blue eyes she had not seen before… fear. Then the super shot off and into the sky. She ran.

"Chicken shit, just like her sister," Cat said and smiled knowing that might have reached Kara's ears. Cat walked back into her office and instead of the bourbon she reached for her keys. She got the information she needed, now she needed sleep.

Morning…

Layla swallowed as she tried to shove the sharp ache that crawled up her insides to the back of her throat and settled there pushing her to the verge of tears. Sora didn't move, and it was in that movement that Layla hurt. The hurt there, was like nothing she experienced before. Was it loss, was it anger, was it sadness so heavy and deep that it cut through her, piercing into her flesh, through her muscles, and into her stomach like a long blade making her gasp. Still Sora never moved, never shoved her hand away, never flinched so Layla gained some courage and gently squeezed her shoulder then rubbed her thumb along her shoulder blade.

Tap… tap…. Tap.

She was back in a groove again. Her frozen fingers flew over the keyboard, but her heart pounded as she felt the story pour into the keys. She had asked Jonn for her personal Laptop from her office and he came back with her bag.

She smiled when she woke up and when he began to leave she asked if he ever left. He smiled softly and said Nope, popping the 'p.' She smiled and booted up the computer at the memory. If she was going to be on bed rest she was going to use it. She eased out of the bed and into the chair next to the sleeping woman in then rolled the tray over to the bed and placed the computer on it and then jacked in her headphones. She took a deep breath and typed.

Tap, tap, tap, continued for hours. Alex smiled as her characters fell together. She injured her main character and then went away for a week, just like she did, to heal in her home, just like she did. Alex was seeing a few parallels with this story and she was not one bit angry. She took one moment to pause and search out the heaviest socks the DEO had to offer and pulled more blankets around her. She was still cold, but she would use it. Her fingers flew. Tap. tap. Tap.

It was incessant. The small tap tap tap tap. She slowly felt herself coming from the depth of sleep to the edges of consciousness. No, please more sleep. She reached out and her hand found nothing. She shifted it further along the bed and found nothing but cold sheets. She shot awake. She was about to beat the hell out of a Danvers for being left to wake alone in a bed where she hoped to wake with … someone.

Then she saw Alex almost immediately with monstrous headphones jacked into her computer sitting on a stand typing away. Lena watched, and something felt like it was supposed to connect, and it would not. It was as if there was a tiny space between conducting wires, but you know you have all the material. She reached out and tapped the top of the computer and then Alex's eyes flew up to hers. She smiled and then eyes went back to the screen.

"Alex…" Lena began but Alex held up a finger and silenced her. Then tapped her headphones.

"Give me two, no three seconds," Alex said and then she typed at breakneck speed and then smiled as she saved and then went to close the laptop, but Lena's hand shot out and stopped the screen. Alex looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She sighed and then leaned back.

"I suppose it's time," Alex said but her heart pounded in her chest, "Besides you would drive me crazy wanting to know what I was typing anyways," Alex smiled as she watched the woman in the bed.

Damn, how could someone wake up and look like that? Look beautiful first thing in the morning as if she was born to rise gorgeous and fall asleep ethereal. Alex smiled, she could use that.

She stood from her chair but wrapped her blanket about her body and walked from the med bay. She walked to the staff room and got two cups of coffee and two of the days pastries, plane cake donuts. Alex shrugged. It will do. She tried her best, but it was Martinez that offered a hand and walked their food stuffs into the room set them down and then walked away. Alex turned around and saw Lena hunched over her computer. The look on her face as she lifted her eyes to Alex made her stop, stock still in the middle of the room, coffee forgotten.

"Oh shit, what did I do?" Alex asked as Lena shifted and looked back to the computer in her lap. She tucked lengths of Auburn hair behind her ear and bit her lip. Alex walked closer and then placed a cup of the warm liquid in reach and looked at her screen. She saw her file manager open and multiple windows open. Alex jumped from the bed and winced and hissed with the pressure on her ankle. Then she backed away from Lena.

"You wrote these stories," Lena stated, not asked but Alex swallowed and nodded.

"You are the author who said kindness had…"

"Its own magic, yes I did," Alex said as she straightened her shoulders. Lena Luthor could make her feel inadequate in quite a few areas, but she would not take her words away from her. She would not take something she was proud of away from her. Lena looked up once more and her look changed.

"You are the Author," Lena said as she looked Alex over as if recategorizing her as a mutant.

"I am an author of fanfiction, yes. Do I need to prove it to you Miss Luthor?" Alex said tightly. After yesterday and Kara's interaction she was not about to let another person walk all over her, shatter her.

"I have never met a write before," Lena said as she shifted the laptop to the side and reached for her coffee and donut and Alex watched as her eyes lit, and her smile stretched on her lips, "How do you do it?"

Alex let her shoulders drop and then she chuckled, then she let out a full-on belly laugh because she feared the worst.

"Forgive me, I thought you were going to hate that I wrote fanfiction," Alex breathed and then went to the bed. She sat in front of Lena, wrapped in blankets, but still able to eat and drink.

"I find a genre that I can relate to or know a lot about. Then I find things obscure, or unsatisfying and I write. I get a lot of my ideas from you tube videos," Alex smiled as she thought, "A lot of people have great ideas, or reading other people's things and concluding that yeah I could ship that."

"Oh, I could never do that," Lena said as she looked at her hands. Alex reached out.

"Do you really want to be a writer?" Alex asked, and Lena's eyes snapped up and bore into her own and Alex raised her hands defensively, "Don't get mad. Some people are readers, some are writers, and some are both. If you wish to go from reader to writer you have to find your niche," Ales explained to Lena.

As Alex explained how she found Fanfiction worked Lena felt herself become absorbed in the new challenge. She wanted to try.

"Try all you want, fanfiction is for the tryers of the world Lena. I could never make it as a published author but, yet I write because of the joy it brings others and the creative outlet it offers me. And all it costs me is time. There is something therapeutic about writing," Alex stopped and watched the woman before her. It was probably midday early afternoon and yet they didn't care. Alex slid from the bed, but she was caught.

"Do you Danvers Sisters have a habit of making people wake up alone in beds they share with you?" Lena asked as she began to stroke the inside of Alex's wrist.

Alex softened and sat on the bed and looked at Lena. She felt her finger itch to tuck more hair behind the woman's ear, cup her cheek or chin and draw her in for a kiss.

"When the work is in peril, our hearts are breaking, or we are unsure, we typically leave the bed before the other wakes," Alex lowered her voice, "But if I share a bed with you in the future I will promise to try to be in your arms as you come back to reality, if I can. I will not keep you up if I cannot sleep," She said, and Lena looked at her then her brow crinkled.

"You didn't sleep?" Lena asked and Alex almost facepalmed herself as she revealed too much, "Was it because I took too much of the bed? I am sorry," Lena asked trying to fix the problem. Her hands flew to the bed trying to smooth it out and made space for Alex. Alex reached out and stopped her nervous fretting. Green eyes met brown.

"Please stop," Alex whispered and Lena Looked at her then Alex turned away, "I had nightmares in the tank," Alex stopped, swallowed, and Lena saw her pallor drain and she turned grey, "I could not, did not, refused to go back to those nightmares," Alex gritted vehemently.

Lena reached out and grasped Alex's hand and the woman stopped. Lena pulled on the agent and the agent went to the woman. She could not resist. She was wrapped in a blanket under blankets and yet Lena lifted the top sheet and blankets and made sure Alex was covered, warm. Alex lay on her back starring at the ceiling not sure what to do. Lena lay back and then reached for Alex.

"Use my shoulder as a pillow. I will wake you when you thrash," Lena looked down into Alex's eyes, "I will save you from your demons if you will let me," Lena whispered close to Alex's ear and Alex swallowed and nodded. She need it, she craved it and her body betrayed her. She yawned and let her eyes close. Lena caressed her back just as last night, and then she was off. She didn't know how long it took, but she was off.

Lena replayed the words she spoke to Alex in her mind. Shouldn't she be offering to save Kara from her dreams, or nightmares? Shouldn't she be holding the blonde in her arms? What in the hell is going on?

Lena shook her head and cradled Alex closer to her. She looked down at the gorgeous woman in her arms. The woman who showed her she was worthy. Showed her she was human and wanted. She stroked her hair. She had to think about this.

She just prayed she would be given time to figure it out.