Kara slept on the same balcony night after night, coming only when the resident was asleep and making sure to leave before they woke up. She had tried to stay away, really she did, but something just kept pulling her back to the apartment. She knew her behavior was unacceptable, that it could be seen as stalkerish, but she just couldn't care anymore.
It was the smell of bacon sizzling that woke Kara up. She groggily squinted her eyes at the sun that was just beginning to peak over the horizon. It took her a moment to realize she was still on the balcony, and that she had majorly overslept. She made a small jolt forward before realizing that too much movement might alert the person inside to her presence. She turned to face the balcony, and tried to stealthily climb over the wall when the sound of the glass door opening froze her in her place.
"Don't leave on my account." The blonde stayed still and the brunette sighed. "Get off of the balcony wall, Ms. Zor-El." When no movement was forthcoming, the brunette narrowed her eyes and put some steel into her tone, "Down! Now, Kara." Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and Kara was no longer in view. The brunette stood there for a second more before turning back towards the door. She was stopped by the sight of the Kryptonian standing about three feet from her. She took her time looking over the blonde, taking note of the blown eyes and heaving chest. She reached out towards the Kryptonian's face, mindlessly tucked some golden locks behind her ear, watching as eyes shuddered close in what seemed to be relief. She pulled her hand back and watched in slight amusement as the other woman unconsciously seemed to chase the hand.
"Come along, Kara. There's food for you on the dining table. And before you ask, yes, there is more than enough for even you." She strolled into kitchen without so much as a backwards glance, sitting down at the dining table and cutting into her food, seemingly paying no attention to the Kryptonian standing in the doorway. It wasn't until the chair across from her was pulled out and a wary blonde sat down that she looked up. The other woman was frantically piling food on her plate as if worried that if she didn't grab enough, it might all disappear. The brunette leisurely sat back in her chair and slowly brought the hot mug of tea up to her mouth for a small sip.
She waited until Kara had finished most of the food on her plate before she spoke again, "So, Ms. Zor-El, to business." She watched as the blonde slowly swallowed her eggs. "I would like to ask something of you."
"What can I do?" The blonde asked in a quiet voice, avoiding looking directly at the other woman.
"Don't worry too much, Ms. Zor-El. I would like to ask that you come with me. You need help, and I can give it to you. You have far too much wasted potential, and you can be so much better. Let me help you." She watched confusion contort the Kryptonian's face as she spoke, and kept silent as the blonde processed the request.
"Where would we be going?" The brunette had expected more questions from the blonde, maybe even accusations, but apparently the blonde wanted blunt questions and blunt replies.
"Far away. Forgive me, but I won't be giving you the location as a precaution. There is no pressure for you to join the so-called "bad guys", of course. I offer you a place to train away from the ridiculous expectations of the real world. If you ever want to talk to somebody, whether it is myself or a professional, feel free. I can offer you anything you could possibly want or need, and all I ask is that you accompany me." She finished when she saw a dark look quickly flash across the Kryptonian's face.
"Can you offer me what I've lost? My planet, my family?" Kara spoke lowly, staring at her abandoned eggs, but the brunette could tell that she wasn't really seeing what was in front of her.
The other woman hesitated before speaking, "I can't offer you Krypton. I don't think anyone can. But I can offer you family, and they are quite interested in seeing you, Kara Zor-El."
The blonde's head snapped up and eagerness filled her voice, "Take me to them, Miss Sinclair."