A/N: Thanks everyone for the follows and favorites. Not too mention the feedback also. Now here's part two...

Kara

Flying feels like the ultimate form of freedom for me now. Even now when I'm speeding through the air, arms outstretched heading towards my destination, the City Plaza with a sense of unknown purpose. Feeling the wind caressing my face, whipping my hair back, it's a rush like no other. Especially when the adrenaline is coursing through my veins at the prospect of doing my duty.

I look down as I approach the plaza and I see Alex, Hank and some other DEO agents spread out over a small area. They're dressed in the typical black commando gear worn by the DEO, weapons held or holstered too. I land right in front of Alex, on one knee as the sounds of the city rush around me, now coming back into focus.

Rising to both feet, I look her directly in the eye, "How can I help?"

I see a relieved expression flit across her face before it snaps back into her professional business like demeanour she takes on when she's working. "Our satellites picked up a sizeable object entering the atmosphere and it's heading straight for National City."

I look between her and Hank, who has now taken a stance alongside her, "Do you know what it is?" I ask the two of them.

"We don't have a clue what it is just yet, other than it is hurtling towards National City and it has considerable mass," Hank answered. He sighed as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders,

"If it makes contact with the planet, there will be mass casualties and National City will be wiped from the face of the Earth."

My mind had already started getting focused for the task that lay ahead of me, "What do you need me to do?"

Hank thrust an arm outwards, "We need you to try and destroy it, but failing that we need you to deal with it away from civilisation if you cannot stop it or can only slow it's descent."

I nodded my head and looked up into the sky, catching sight of the fireball that was descending through the upper echelons of the atmosphere, using my superior vision to do so, "Okay, I'm on it," I said with an air of confidence, that I was always in abundance of when wearing my cape.

I bent my knees and pushed off the ground, speeding up to meet with this fiery ball of death head on. The ascent took less time than initially anticipated, not because I was flying any faster but due to the speed at which this fireball was travelling. I slowed down to a stop, still in it's descent path so I could try and make out what it was behind the flames and heat.

This 'ball' turned out to be a large piece of rock. It was light grey in colour with bright fluorescent thin blue lines criss-crossing all over its outer surface. As I raised my hands above me and braced myself for impact, I noted that small bits of rock were breaking away from the main body and that's when an idea struck me.

If the heat was causing this rock to break apart on entry, then I'd use my hands to slow the descent down and whilst doing so, I'd use my laser eyes to hopefully increase the rate of decay of this rock. Taking a deep breath, I fired the lasers directly at the rock just before it made contact with my hands.

It never ceased to amaze me how different things looked when I was seeing things through laser vision. Colours were more vibrant, and in a hard to explain way, I could see things at those different wavelengths that humans could not see. Although my hands weren't on fire themselves, they may as well have been as the pain that I could feel seemed to be growing exponentially as the rock pushed me towards the ground.

This burning pain had been added onto the pain from the initial jolt that had travelled down my arms when the rock collided with me to begin with. My plan was working albeit not as fast as I hoped as I was getting pushed closer and closer to the city. The rock was fragmenting faster now and it was kindling the hope that I might be able to pull this off.

However, as was typically the case when I started making a difference like my cousin, threats to the city and its inhabitants always have a surprise or two in store. There was a loud crunching sound and soon the heat and the flames once touching my hands were now gone, to be replaced by the cool air of the night. I stopped firing my laser vision, but before I could get a glimpse of what lay in front of me now, I received a heavy blow to the left hand side of my body, the force of that strike sending me careening out of the air towards the ground.

I landed out in the sands of the desert with an almighty thud, in a location which was adorned with rocks, dirt, sand and the occasional tree. A seismic shake rippled the Earth only a few feet from where I lay and as I rose unsteadily to my feet I saw what I was dealing with.

There was a large creature, who stood now on two feet, with the same colours and generally appearance, jagged edges and all as the rock which had just disassembled in the sky moments ago. It was at least 8 feet tall and solid in more ways than one.

"Who are you and what do want?" I shouted at the hulk standing before me. It's attention shifted toward me, it's gaze sizing me up. Even though I'm sure its intentions weren't good, it didn't hurt to ask.

"I am here for death and destruction, therefore my name is inconsequential," it's voice was a deep baritone that boomed across the expanse of sand, dirt and rock that separated us as if to emphasise its intentions.

Everyone who wished to cause harm to people and places always did so for a reason, I at least intended to find out, "The people of this planet and this city nearby are innocent. What makes you think it's okay to destroy what they have?"

This rock monster, that came from the asteroid stalked forward with surprising ease and grace. I had to crane my neck further to look up at its face. Perhaps intimidation was a primary tactic of its people but it was never going to best me.

"These people you protect are slowly destroying this planet. They are guilty of that much. Life and death are cyclical. It is their time to go. Stand aside Kryptonian my issue is not with you."

There was no more time to waste in my book. This newest threat had moved up to public enemy number one for me and by injected enough menace in my voice, I let it know that it was time to take out the trash,

"You made it my issue when you threatened my friends and my city," I sprang up in the air and delivered a powerful flying kick to its midsection causing it to stumble back slightly but given it's tough exterior, hand-to-hand combat wasn't likely to win me this encounter.

It let out an almighty roar which I'm sure was heard by the citizens of National City and with surprising agility it begun to take the fight to me. It swung its huge fists toward me, but thankfully speed was not its forte as I was able to dodge each potential strike.

What I didn't see coming was the ice blast that erupted from the blue veins latticed across its body. The icy rays shot out in thin lines which reminded me of those laser security systems you see in movies or tv shows. Anything that the lines made contact with froze in an instant.

Given my position in the sky at the time I wasn't fully impacted by the ice attack, but enough of my body was freezing me in place long enough for it to take a swipe at me again. I felt pain the left side of my body as I was swatted out of the air forcefully, cannoning into the ground leaving a crater. I watched as it walked over to me, powerless to move with any substance with only half my limbs working.

I watched as I was sure it was going to deliver a finishing blow by raising its foot up as if to squish me beneath when an idea struck me. Blasting it with my laser vision right in it's eyes blinded the creature and it begun to stumble but not backwards as I'd hoped. Much like a drunk at a nightclub he was going to face plant on top of me if I didn't get the hell out of dodge.

Using my laser vision to melt the thick layer of ice I was partially encased in, I watch as it slowly melted away. I had only a fraction of a second to roll out of the way as the creature landed with a seismic thud shaking the ground around it. I rose to my feet in a fighting stance not intending to let my guard down having been caught out once already.

I circled the creature, on guard for any sort of movement that might give away its next move. I wasn't prepared for the flurry of activity that resulted. All around me, men and women were landing and I groaned at their interruption. I started spinning around slowly to take them all in when a blow to the head made me fall forward.

I rolled onto my back quickly, still feeling the warm throbbing on the back of my head. I looked up quickly and careful to see none other than Non standing above me, "We'll take it from here little one."

I opened my mouth to say something, I wasn't sure if it was going to be particularly nice either given my past altercations with Non. Except I was silenced before uttering a word as his boot connected with my face and I blacked out.

Cat

The next day at Catco HQ….

Today was going to be an exceptional day. I was in a good mood (not that I'd generally let my staff see it) because of the pictures that James snapped yesterday evening of Supergirl. So good they were that I had a dilemma as for which one to use as the main image for the story. This is where my assistant Kira aka Supergirl came into the plan I'd hatched.

I strode out of my office, standing in the doorway about to address Kira. She was dressed in her usual attire that made her look like something of a naughty but classy and respectable schoolgirl. A skirt that came down to around her knees, a top buttoned up so she'd look professional and not frumpy. Her hair was twisted up in its typical bun and her glasses completed the look.

I stood there for a moment observing her as she looked to be concentrating hard on some task I no doubt set her on earlier. But now I needed her for another task and that required some one-on-one time. "Kira! I need your assistance with something," was all I said before turning on my heel and walking back into my office.

Kira was no different compared to my other employees in that when I spoke I expected my words to be followed to the letter. I took a seat in my luxurious chair, spinning around to see her now standing before me. She was brushing her skirt down and fidgeting. I made her nervous, that could definitely work in my favor.

"What would you like help with Miss Grant?" She asked polite as ever. I must admit I liked the sound of her voice, it put me at ease and often sent my thoughts in a different direction. Out of all of her predecessors, she was certainly the most competent even if she didn't dress as well as she could or should have. If I get my way I will have to change that.

A couple of keystrokes later, I brought up the two images I'd narrowed it down to on the biggest screen behind me, that I wanted her help deciding on, "Which of these two images would you choose for the cover story?"

I gestured with my hand and moved my chair out of the way. I watched as she took note clearly taking her time deciding. The two images she had to choose from were Supergirl in action last night. The first was a shot of her with both arms outstretched braced against the massive fiery rock, her hair whipping back behind her, a look of determination highlighting her pretty features.

The second was of her facing off against the rock creature as they both stared one another down. This image had the desert backdrop and the clear sight of the foe at large. But personally I liked the other image better largely because it was a closer image of her. I especially liked the way her outfit fitted to her body, highlighting her femininity. Combining this with her strength on display and it sent out the message that I've promoted since day one of Catco.

Women can be strong and sexy. They can do anything that a man could do and more. We don't need to be the damsel in distress we can be the hero. Maybe I was thinking too deeply about this but the confidence Supergirl exuded from every image taken of her made her the perfect rolemodel for young women. But she was more than just that, she was my own hero, she was someone even I Cat Grant queen of the media looked up to and I was going to make her mine.

She pointed to the image of her facing off against the creature, "I think it should be that image on the cover Miss Grant."

I got up and walked around my table slowly until I was standing next to her, "Why did you choose that one Kira?" I was generally interested in her opinion even if she was just my assistant. "I ask because that isn't the one I would have picked."

She looked flustered for a moment, "Well...uh...that one's fine too. I just think people seeing the image should get a look at what Supergirl was facing last night."

She looked at me expectantly as if she was waiting for her inevitable dismissal, "Do you know why I'm leaning towards using the other image Kira?" She shook her head so I continued, "That image captures Supergirl in a moment of undeniable heroism. Yes everyone has seen her fight off villains but now stopping an asteroid from obliterating National City, that's impressive. Not too mention..."

I walked around her so I was now standing behind her, "That image shows off both her raw power and sexiness all at the same time," I whisper that last part in her ear. I see the effect my words have on her as she tries not to look at me when she turns around, a blush creeping up her face,

"Is that all you needed Miss Grant?" I tilt her face up so I'm looking directly into her eyes, "Make a dinner reservation for me at 8pm this evening. Pick a restaurant Kira, you know what I like."

"Who will be joining you this evening if you don't mind me asking Miss Grant?" I trail a finger down her cheek and lightly trace her lips as I answer,

"You will be joining me tonight Supergirl."

A/N: Alright! So that's the end of the 2nd part. I hoped you liked it and please do continue with the feedback I loved hearing from you all. There's certainly plenty more to come especially where Kara's latest foe is concerned!