You spend the next weeks wondering about reality. What is considered impossible, true, fantasy? You don't know the answer to that anymore. After she showed you, you truly don't know anymore. She was in tears, poor thing, and it hurt to see her like that, even though you truly don't know her all that well. She's hurt, and that hurts you, things like that always have.

You saw something in her eyes from day one, and it wasn't the sadness and hurt and pain that turned her eyes dark and cold. You saw galaxies, and aliens. And something broken and lost. Pain. Tragedy.

So you took her to your loft, you couldn't very well leave her on the street now could you? She's a child. You know it's illegal, it really isn't smart, but you can't exactly leave her behind. And that was weeks ago. She is grateful at her age, and she's truly kind and sweet despite the fact that she sidesteps most of your questions. And you know why now.

She isn't human. After the bike accident, she seems to know that she can't hide this anymore, so she shows you her secret. And her secret, you aren't surprised she tried to hide it. Suddenly you have a tearful, floating, alien in your living room. She hovers a few feet from the ground, and her cousin laughs at her, clapping.

You, stare in shocked surprise at her, wondering what the hell is happening or whether that extra espresso shot was a bad idea for your brain cells. But no, you realize. It's all real. She can fly. And she tells you her cousin will be able to as well. For the next 3 hours you talked and listened to her talk about her home. Which is gone. And destroyed. And that hurts like hell for her, you realize quite quickly.

By the time she's finished, she's in your lap after crying herself to sleep, and you discover that you can't let her go. She might be able to fly. She might be something otherworldly. She and her cousin might be deadly, even, Kryptonian as she said she was, but you care for her nonetheless.

That stuns you, and you don't know what to make of it, but she's here, safe for the time being, and you feel yourself wanting to make sure she stays safe. At least until she can make it on her own. You don't know how, or when, but you know above all you will care for her. You love her already, as if she were your own, and you feel such sympathy for her.

Nobody should lose what she has, and that hurts you, to know her pain.

You try to be nonchalant all day, to work on the headlines and articles as expected. But the articles are about Kara now, and you really try to remain calm about it, quiet and unassuming. But you know more than you ever let on, and right know that couldn't be more true.

How are you supposed to write an article on the accident, the girl that didn't seem at all hurt, when behind the scenes, you know exactly why she's okay?

You ignore it as best you can, and when you get home, you spend the evening with Kara, explaining to her what to you is the best cover you can think up to keep her safe. And really, it's no different from what you've already had her do, what she's been doing on her own, but you take it to a new level, to protect her. And it seems to work. At least to a point.

In the next few weeks you settle into a quiet solitude with her, and this continues behind everyone's back until she can seemingly be on her own, and you regret the day 2 years later that you must let her go, even though you are so proud of her. She's strong now, beautiful and smart, and you are so so happy for her.

She's 18, barely, and so beautiful. She looks like a rare angel, and after two hard years of fighting to keep her safe, and teaching her the ways of the world, you let her go. Because girls like this, they just fly. And fly she can, oh yes. But she doesn't. You've taught her well.

But just because you're letting her go doesn't mean she's not with you. She is one of your best friends now, you spend a ton of time together. You smile as she says goodbye and hangs up the phone, and you stare at the receiver for a moment, gauging all this. You've moved, since then. You're in Metropolis now. Daily Planet. Change. Life. And she's stayed in National City.

She works, has an apartment in the city, and she seems calm and somehow content with her cousin. There is really no way to say it but that she seems happy. You know deep down she hurts, but she's so so beautiful and smart and everything, and she'll get through it the same way she gets through everything. With a grin.

You smile as you go back to your work at your desk, and stop when you land on a paper with Cat Grant's name and article beneath it. You smirk, and sigh. Cat Grant. Upcoming Media Mogul. Reporter. Rising on the bar. You really have been hearing the name more lately, and for some freaky reason, you sense something will happen soon, and it'll be rather interesting.

You wish you knew ahead of time what it was, because you sense it involves Kara, and will change her forever.