Three weeks later.

"Winn," Cat called from her desk, flipping through layouts, trying not to scowl too sharply. She'd been working on managing her stress and building up her patience, which was going better some days more than others.

She looked up seconds later, lips pursed.

"Winn! I…"

"Yes! Yes, Ms. Grant," he huffed. "Sorry, I was…"

"Have HR call Angelica and tell her she's hired," she turned to her drawer, pulling out a set of chopsticks before digging into her lettuce wraps. "I've made you play double duty long enough. She'll have to do."

"Ah, yes, Ms. Grant," he sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"Alright, that's all," she sighed. "I don't need you watching me eat."

"Of course," he smiled, turning to leave. "Oh...and um...thank you for saying my name correctly. I'm guessing Kara had something to do with it, but...still…"

Cat's glare could have melted the skin off his face had she dialed it up another notch.

"Going!" he breathed, slipping out. "Gone."

Cat shook her head, smirking a little as she took another bite of her lunch, flipping back to the layouts, perusing them keenly, trying to decide between two different covers.

"Ms. Grant," a rep from the mailroom knocked on the glass next to the open door. "Delivery. They said bring it up since you're between assistants."

"Yes, thank you," she sighed without looking up. "You can leave it on the coffee table."

She continued scanning through her magnifying glass for a minute before curiosity took hold. She lifted her eyes, peering through her glasses, breath catching at the display sitting in the middle of the room.

Slowly, she coaxed her legs into standing, feet moving as she paced towards the couch, eyes glued to the vase of gardenias standing tall against the table, their delicious scent wafting through the air into her nose.

She took the card in hand, reading it once, then again, exhaling as she bit her lip and fell against the seat.

I grew these for you especially. -K

Cat held it to her chest, closing her eyes.

She leaned forward, taking another sniff before picking up the larger envelope sitting next to the vase, opening it quickly. Her smile widened. She began reading.

People of National City,

I write to you today for the first time not just as Supergirl, but as a new contributor to CatCo Magazine. This is the first installment in a monthly column I hope will bring you comfort in times of peril, kind words in the face of darkness, and maybe even a little levity every now and then. Cat Grant convinced me this wouldn't be awkward, that she'd catch my spelling mistakes and stop me from trying to be too funny while providing you with my unique perspective on what's going on in the world. As you can imagine, the view's a little different when you're a few thousand feet above, not to mention an alien from another planet. But I see you, all of you. I learn so much every day from the people I get to help and the amazing heroes who have helped me too. If I can do a little more by reflecting on what you've taught me, sharing your stories, and keeping you informed when things get tough, then so be it. And here goes.

Humanity faces a turning point. A few weeks ago, our world began to fall apart at the seams, crumbling under the weight of everything that has threatened to destroy her for centuries. Now more than ever, it is our job, all of us, to do our part to make things right. We can either continue our destructive patterns of violence and fear against each other and the planet, or we can join together, working to fill our hearts and the world with the love that is our birthright, our true destiny. I say "our" because, even though I am an alien, born and raised for half my life on another world, I am proud to now call this one my home. I am proud to be one of you, and I will do all that I can to help keep us safe.

We don't know everything that's needed to save our world from dissolving into chaos and transforming it into peace. Some solutions are obvious, like banning the spread of harmful chemicals, pressing military leaders to disarm warheads, lifting our voices against racism, sexism, homophobia and other forms of oppression, and continuing to fight hostile extraterrestrials when they decide to take up residence here, as they so often do. We can only take things day by day, week by week, ready and willing to meet new challenges as they arise.

But one thing is clear. One thing underlies all our efforts and keeps us going when we start to feel like it's just too much: We must have faith. Faith in each other. Faith in ourselves. Faith that even when we can't see the exact way forward, we turn to what our highest truth tells us. We look into our hearts and reach for the things, and the people, who make us happy, who remind us what matters most. We turn away from fear and embrace love at every turn.

Someone once told me, when I was having a particularly difficult moment, filled with self-doubt, that all I needed, all anyone needed, was for me to be myself. To continue doing what I was sent here to do, protecting Earth and its people, giving my best everyday, in everyway that I can. And that's what is needed from you, too. It may seem like the world's falling to pieces, but when you look at all the beautiful, miraculous ways people still hold on to love, still push forward to a brighter future, I know we have the power to change things, together. It's the only way.

Start small. Look around today and do something kind for another person. Take time to smile at your busy neighbor, or your prickly boss. Tell your family and friends and loved ones just how much they mean to you. Even if you already told them today, tell them again. Hold on to your love and let it shine brighter than ever before, past all doubt, past all fear. If we each do that, even just a little bit more than we have before, I guarantee it will make all the difference.

Until next time. In hope and in love,

Supergirl

Cat continued smiling as she held on to the paper, lips pressed together, looking out at the sky as she held it preciously in her lap.

"Hey," Kara knocked before stepping into the office.

Cat jumped a little before relaxing her shoulders, eyes burning deeply into Kara, lips curling up, taking in her pleated skirt and floral top before shaking it off.

"Kara," she cleared her throat.

"Nice flowers," Kara smirked.

"Yes," Cat breathed. "Very."

"You got Supergirl's column?"

"I did," Cat stood, pacing back to her desk, letting her hips sway a little more than usual.

"And?"

"And," Cat landed in her chair. "It's good. Great, actually. With a little trimming and my edits, it might even be excellent."

"Ah," Kara squinted, pushing her glasses up a little further on the bridge of her nose. "That's...awesome. Thank you, Ms. Grant."

"Why are you thanking me?" Cat smirked.

"Er, right. I just mean...that's fantastic! I'm sure she'll be very...very happy."

She turned to leave, walking slowly, smiling to herself as she looked down at her feet.

"Oh, and Kara."

She spun around on her heels.

"Yes, Ms. Grant?"

"See you tonight."

Kara glowed, biting her lip as she made her way back to her office, looking forward to spending a quiet evening in the place, and with the woman, she called home.