Disclaimer: Don't own crap. Characters are created by their rightful owners and copyrighted by DC Comics. There's a scene down below where Richard turns bad because of Buzz possessing him. That's in issue 14. But I revamped it a little here. Oh, and I remembered something about Gail Simone's Women in Refrigerator Syndrome and did another thing at the end to show how completely absurd the situation is. It's not in the comic books, so don't try looking for that part. Be warned, there are graphic images afoot in this story.

Note to Readers: Sorry about the hiatus. I've had a ton of papers to hand in for class.

Chapter 9

"Who is Supergirl?" Cat said fading into view on the monitor, arms folded with a sly smile, "That's the big question on everyone's mind these days. Why is she so damned popular?-"

She paused for a minute then continued looking towards the camera, "Y'know, for someone with all that power, she could move planets if she tried. But, to get to her, I need to go through this girl-"

She held up a picture of me.

"Linda Danvers. Now, the good thing is: I'm in her hometown, the bad news: she's also hard to get. So the next best thing is to go to the people who know her the most: her friends and family."

I was about to shut the TV off when I heard Cutter's voice:

"Is this thing, live?" he asked tapping a finger onto the camera.

"Yes, now Mr. Sharpe-." She said in annoyance.

"Great! Hi mom!" he waved at the camera and Cat groaned.

"Look, I don't have a lot of time I heard that you know Linda Danvers-"

"Yeah- wait is this one of those things where Ashton Kutcher pops out of nowhere?"

"No." She said, her hand tightening on the mic.

"Well, sorry can't help you. I barely remember what I ate last night. "

Cat, then tells the cameraman to hold on for a minute, block the mic with one hand and pulls out a 20 with the other. Cutter looks at her then takes the money and points in the direction she needs to go.

Cut to: Mattie at the Metropolis Hospital.

Mattie Is behind a desk and asks Cat If she needs help or something.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Linda Danvers."

"What do you need her for?" She said her eyes narrowing deadly at her.

"It doesn't matter. Is she here or not?"

"That depends. Do you have a permit to film here?"

"Uh-"

"SECURITY!"

Next shot:

"That was a bust."

Cat continued with the voiceover saying that there was one more person to get to.

My Dad.

"Do I know you?"

"No sir-" Cat replied.

"You're not one of those Jehovah's Witnesses, are you?"

"No. Just wondering where your daughter might be."

He folded his arms near the doorway, "Why do you want her, and why are you filming on private property? Y'know, I could fine you for that."

"Just need to ask her a few questions about Supergirl-"

"Well, I can't help you on the Supergirl bit, but Linda's probably down on Main Street looking for some inspiration on those clay figures of hers."

"Thanks"

It then showed a clip of Cat in downtown Leesburg, trying to get a hold of me as Supergirl, which I hastily avoided.

The next scene began with her in downtown Leesburg, again, but later in the day.

I saw myself talking to Grayson on the phone, shutting it, and then eyeing Richard Malverne. I knew what was going to happen next, so I fast forwarded it and found Cat turning towards the cameraman with her mouth agape saying, "Tell me you just got that."

I covered my mouth.

There was no way- No- freaking- way she saw that. No one would have seen me stopping the truck and shoving Richard Malverne into a brick wall.

I saw the film go grainy and cut to black with Kryptonian letters rolling from right to left.

Don't be alarmed, Kara. This is all what's left of the film. The rest is confiscated-

Confiscated? My eyes narrowed, searching for a name, but there was none.

Meet me at the Daily Planet. Tomorrow we'll talk.

Something tells me this isn't a set up.

I remembered that I had to see Richard Malverne. So, I walked to a back alley and shunted to his apartment grabbing some clothes along the way there.

I knocked on his door, but there wasn't an answer: no muffled noise coming from him as he pulls on a t-shirt, no Barry White playing on his I-pod speakers, but his TV was on.

I walked a few feet away from the door and turned on my x-ray vision.

The apartment door instantly turned dark blue and I saw that his room had been broken into.

Who would do something like this?

I turned my x-ray vision off and examined the door.

Odd. No sign of forced entry and no mysterious etchings on the door frame.

I pushed the door open and it gave in.

His phone was broken and scorched near the receiver.

I saw dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen sink.

I frowned.

He was never a slob.

I scanned the living room and saw a hint of a dark red splattered salmon shirt.

I touched it: It was definitely not fresh.

I ripped a piece off, anyway, stuffing it into my back pocket and place the rest on the counter.

I turned my attention towards the TV screen.

"This is Chloe Sullivan reporting from Leesburg, Chicago-", a short-haired, blue-eyed, blond said holding a microphone, "-We spotted a witness to one of the most horrific attacks in Leesburg since in Danvers case in 1993. What did the person look like ma'am?"

The camera cut to Nancy, the nurse I had met back at the hospital, who shook her head and said, "I-I don't know, but he took my son, dammit. He took my son."

The camera tightened on her face, now streaked with tears, "Supergirl, if you can hear me. Just be careful."

Don't worry, Nancy, I will.

Something caught my eye as it panned the scene of the crime.

The wall in the background had words written in blood-human blood saying: You're next, Danvers.

It ended with the word Tempus written with a flourish, sending a cold chill down my spine.

I turned my gaze away from the TV and smelled something rotten coming from the refrigerator.

I opened the refrigerator door and found Nancy's sons' corpse, now pale and drained , body parts chopped up to fit neatly inside it.

I covered my mouth in horror.

Rao, no.

It can't be Richard; he wouldn't do a thing like this.

I closed the 'fridge door and saw the outline of Richard's silhouette on the door.

"Missed me?" he said, as a streak of lightning hit near the window frame, lighting his face up for a millisecond.

My horror turned to anger as I said softly, leaving a sliver of hatred, "You killed him, didn't you?"

He smirked, walked past me-straight towards the freezer, and grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water.

He took a swig, placed it down and leaned across the counter, looking at me, "What? I don't get a hello?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, folding my arms across my chest, and said stiffly, "Well, I would have- If you'd answer your messages."

He smirked again and said nothing for a few minutes.

"What has gotten into you, Richard? It's like I barely know you anymore."

He chuckled.

"I've changed, Linda." he said as he stepped away from the counter so I could get a good look at him.

He was right: gone were the colorful t-shirts and grass green eyes; they were replaced with darker shirts, blackish- red rimmed eyes, and a cockiness that I haven't seen before.

"I'm stronger, Linda.-" he said grinning devilishly, "-Faster, too."

"Uh-huh.-" But my witty comment was cut short as he shimmered in front of me.

"You see, Linda-" he said, "No one can hurt me."

I lowered my gaze at him and said in a serious tone, "I'm not too sure about that, Richard."

He slammed his fist on to the counter.

"It's Tempus, Linda!" he growled, running a hand through his messy hair and grinned, calming down.

"Why don't we do something tonight-" he continued.

As he waved his hand over the counter, it cleared, and the mess in the room was replaced with a candlelit dinner for two.

I held my hand up at him and said, "Sorry, I don't dine with a killer."

He walked up to me and ran a finger down my cheek, "Then who do you dine with?"

I grasped his hand-hard and looked him in the eye, "Definitely not someone like you."

He chuckled, and shook his head.

". You're always so secretive-", he said running his hand down the back of my neck, "What are you hiding behind those blue eyes of yours?"

"It's none of your concern, Tempus." I said, glowering at him.

"Oh, but it is. You see-"

"I don't care, Tempus. The Richard I know isn't a murderer-and definitely not a cannibal." I said, stiffly.

"Fine-", he said getting his grimy hands off me, "-You got me, Linda. But the thing is: your boyfriends' not here anymore."

"Well, if you find him, tell him we need to have a long talk." I said, opening the door, which he stopped with his foot.

"I will, Luv." He said, and then caught himself.

"What did you just say?" I said, but I heard it.

I heard the tremor of his voice.

He grinned at me.

"I knew you would find out sooner or later."

"OUT!" I said, grabbing him by his shirt collar and lifting him off the ground, eyes flaming.

I saw Buzz's silhouette form outside of Richard's body.

Richard passed out; I caught him and placed him on a chair.

"What did you do to him?" I said to Buzz, pointing at Richard.

"Do? I didn't do anything. The bugger wanted a cancer-free life, so I gave him one.-"

"-With a testosterone boost?" I asked, grabbing him by the shirt collar, again.

"Y'know, you have to stop with this-" he gestured to his dangling feet, "-If you don't, then I won't tell you anything."

I dropped him and he landed with a thud.

He muffled a curse under his breath and rubbed his backside as I transformed into Supergirl.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What were you trying to prove today-killing someone is morally right?"

He chuckled, "You know for an Angel, you can be such a b-"

My eyes flared red, and I grabbed him, "You were saying?"

"I never get any fun around here." he said with a wink, then vanished.

Dammit.

"Linda?-" Richard said, stirring awake.

I walked over to him, smiling sweetly.

"You're not Linda."

"Nope.", I said kneeling to his side, "-I took her home."

"Oh. What happened?"

I looked at him, straight in the eye and said, "You were possessed."

He laughed, "Now, I know that this isn't real-"

I put a finger to his lips.

"It's not a joke." I said sternly, "Look, Mr. Malverne, I came here out of concern for-"

"You don't have to tell me. I know." he said softly, leaning in for a kiss.

I stopped him and heard something a few miles off with my super-hearing.

"What is it?" he asked as we walked out to the balcony.

"I got to go." I said recognizing police sirens. I heard a gunshot and I had to hurry.

I looked back at his face, which told me he was sad that I was going to leave him.

"Just a second-" I said walking up to him.

Oh, c'mon. I can't just leave the poor guy love stricken.

"What are y-?" he said as I kissed him.

I kissed him the way he was meant to be kissed all along.

When we parted, he had a look of shock, love and confusion on his face.

"'Bye" I said as I stood on the ledge and flew backwards, waving at him.

He waved weakly back, stopping his hand mid-wave.