Hello guys !
Thank you so much for your reviews, favs and follows, it really is a pleasure to see that you like my story, and your reactions are the best. Thank you so much for being here.
So, after this 2x02 episode (I am heart-broken, and I believe you all are...) I thought this chapter would bring a little happiness in our lives. I think it is more than time for Kara to come back. Excited ? I am !
I am currently working on another short fanfiction after Cat's departure... Oh well... right now it's just a little bit painful to write about it :) I have another little works in mind, I guess I'll let you know when it's ready.
Sorry for my mistakes, I try my best, but I am only an apprentice :(
Have fun reading, and don't forget to tell me what you thought about it :) and also don't forget that Cat Grant will be back. Yes she will.
She was nothing, and yet everything.
She was in, and out of the world.
She was breathing, and yet she couldn't live.
She was alive, and half dead.
She was in space.
In the middle of nowhere. Lost. Scared. Powerless.
It was the second time she was alone in this huge place. Out of the world. Out of time. How long had she been there? What was happening on earth?
It was dark, and empty. Way too big for her small, insignificant body. Threatening, and yet, quiet.
Kara opened her eyes, staring into the darkness of the infinite. No noise. No mouvement around her. Nothing. Just her, and the stars.
It did look beautiful, though. All these little dusts in gravitation around her, rocks from the other side of the world. She could almost touch them, if she wanted to. She could reach for the stars, and touch the moon. A beautiful place to die.
From here, wherever here was, she had a full view of her planet, earth and it's blue surface. A smile crossed her lips. Her sight focused on America, and more importantly, where National City was supposed to be situated. How small it looked. She couldn't believe that this little dust at the surface at the universe could withstand so many people. Where was Cat at the moment?
She did fly Fort Rozz away from her earth. She did save them all, willing to risk her life so that other could live. And more importantly, so that Cat Grant would life. Cat Grant, her boss. Her friend. The woman she had been in love with for so long.
Cat. Her name alone made her heart clench in her chest. She remembered her smile, and her stormy eyes whenever she was angry. She would miss her in death. Because she was going to die right? She did all of this for her.
How would she react knowing that she was now dead? Would she regret her? Would she even care?
She sighed.
Cat had never known her name. Never known that she existed. How could she be missed ? She was a nobody, one of the many assistant the CEO had ever had. Like a dusk at the surface of the universe.
A single tear escaped from her blue, shining eyes.
She was going to die. Why didn't she right away? Why was she here?
As she let her body wander into the none, Kara suddenly felt something really warm behind her back and turned to face the light.
It was bright. Almost unbearable.
It burnt her eyes, her skin.
She screamed. Who could hear her? She was alone.
And then, she heard it. A distant voice. Her angel.
« If I fall… Will you catch me? »
And sometimes, she opened her eyes only to stare at the emptiness in front of her. And sometimes, she smiled at the moon, and the moon smiled back.
And sometimes, she even thought about Cat. And into the darkness her face appeared, soothing.
Sometimes, she thought about Cat and she realized.
She was the reason she was still alive.
The stars whispered her name into her ears, the galaxy smelled like her perfume.
So she whispered her name.
Cat.
Hoping that she would hear her.
Hoping for a miracle.
And then drifted back into unconsciousness only to wake up again and again.
Alone.
Without Cat.
There was nothing much to do, in space.
Just think. Think and think all over again.
Think about her world, her planet, Krypton. Think about her mother, and family.
Think about earth and how she managed to save it.
So she kept on thinking, thinking that maybe she had done the right thing. The name of Supergirl would forever mean her sacrifice. And yet, she couldn't be proud of it. She knew she had left people out there, people that cared for her. Alex. Cat. Winn and James. National City. How were they dealing with her « death »? She sighed. She hoped they were okay. That they had began a new life.
Without her.
She looked around, and searched for something.
Anything that would allow her to tear herself from her thoughts.
An unknown star? Some asteroid wandering around space?
Nothing.
She had seen what had to be seen.
Thought about what needed to be thought.
It was getting hard to live. Not that she couldn't breathe or survive.
She was only being held against her will inside an infinite jail. A jail with no jailor to talk to, no distraction. Nothing.
A fate worse than death.
She had woken up to screams and tears.
And it had been enough.
She had heard her. Felt her. For the first time in what seemed like forever.
Her heart clenched. A smile drawn itself on her lips. This was her. Cat. Cat was here, and had saved her.
But something was wrong. Her hand, on her wrist, had been holding her tight. Too tight. Her touch, urging, desperate not even tender. It was rough and painful. Or at least it would have been if she could feel any pain. Cat had let her salty tears fall on her unconscious body, letting it run down her cheek. Her tears. Her pain. Her heart broke.
Something was wrong. Cat was panting, and yelling. She couldn't quite get what she was saying. Couldn't understand the words, behind the screams.
But she could feel her despair, her anger.
She could feel them, hear them, threatening her. Their presence was overwhelming. They were everywhere, scared, shaking, their guns pointed towards her head. Her beautiful face willing to blow it up.
Something was wrong. Somebody was holding her, willing to whisk her away from her. Why would they do that? After all this time? Why would they tear away her love from her?
Kara tried to speak. She was too tired. She tried to move, but the sun wasn't warm enough. She was weak, sick, tired. Her limbs were heavy and rusted. The air was light, and cold inside of her burning lungs.
Cat kept on screaming her name. Her name. For the first time, she hadn't mistaken. It hurt her. Like an arrow into her heart. She was calling her name all over again, and the world seemed to shatter around her.
A soldier pushed the blond woman. Cat fell on the ground, suddenly. She was hurt too. Her knees were bleeding. Poor little creature, fallen angel destined to be broken.
She had to do something. What was there for her to do?
« Cat » she whispered faintly.
No one cared. No one could hear her into the fuss. It wasn't enough. Her eyes were wide open now, and her heart beating so fast against her chest.
Cat was scared, way too scared to move. Kara could feel that. She could hear her heart, her heart that would be stopped if the bullet hit her. She coudln't let that happen.
She could not loose her one more time.
No.
She was going to save her once more. Commit a sacrifice.
One more time.
And maybe last.
Weak, she wasn't sure she was still bulletproof. Tired, she wasn't sure she would be there on time.
She whispered.
Again and again.
« No… »
She tried to move her hand, her fingers.
And she whispered again and again.
They weren't listening. And Cat kept on screaming her name.
« Kara! Kara »
The soldier pulled the trigger.
« No! » Kara suddenly screamed.
Supergirl moved faster. The bullet hit her chest, bounced, and than sinked into the wall.
Here she was, curled up inside of her arms, weak little creature. Here was lying the most powerful person of National City. Her boss. Her friend. The woman she was in love with.
She hadn't aged. She was still the beautiful person she remembered. Her hair was longer though, and softer. Her green eyes were closed peacefully, and her pinky lips were parted in her sleep. The heroin's heart clenched thinking of how she had missed her. Her arms held her closer, closer against her heart. She was warm, and she smelled like heaven.
Her hands wandered on her face, tracing her features softly.
She had almost been shot.
She had almost lost her.
She was alive.
They were alive.
It was all that mattered.
When Cat Grant woke up that night, she hadn't recognized her surroundings. She was above the whole world, so near, and yet so far. Her head was aching, more than it was supposed to, and her mouth was still bleeding from the fight she had been in. But the cold had woken her up, and so did the wind blowing on her face. Her golden hair was dancing in front of her weary eyes, as she tried to open them again, amazed and yet, lost. Where was she? What had happened?
Last thing she remembered was the soldier shooting at her. Was she even alive?
Fully opening her eyes, the blond discovered that she was no longer in Marseille's camp, and definitely not home. The sky, beautiful, was opening its arms for her, dark ocean of peace. Her heart started pounding. She turned her head a few times, willing to find out where she was taken. And then she saw them.
Strong arms were holding her tight, never letting her go. She was flying.
Supergirl was carrying her. Or rather Kara. Kara… Kara that was dead, Kara whom she thought she had lost.
Noticing her friend had awoken, the heroin turned her face towards the woman. Cat had never seen her so close. She could see every detail of her skin, every little star shining in the sky that were sparkling into her deep blue eyes. She was alive. Little bubbles of joy bursted into her heart, and tears escaped from her green orbs. For a minute, the Queen of All Medias thought she didn't deserve to observe such perfect beauty. She tried to move, but her guardian angel was holding her tight. Never letting her go. Never willing to abandon her again.
Cat opened her mouth and shut it a few times, unsure of what to say, willing to scream and cry, willing to argue with her only to kiss her breathless. She was angry, so angry and yet how could it shadow the joy she was currently feeling.
« Kara… » She whispered.
And it felt right.
It felt like home.
And when the blond heroin turned her head again to face the woman she had saved, Cat's heart skipped a beat. She could see the stars. She could see the galaxy. She could see everything. Her hand was resting on her torso, light and caressing. Could feel her burning skin.
« Kara » She said again, unable to believe what she was actually seing.
Kara smiled and chuckled, unsure of what to say, tears shining into her deep eyes. And for an answer, the blond assistant only brought her mouth closer to hers and closed the gap between them, pulling her into a warm, soft kiss. It was tender, and desperate. Pressed together, their lips moved flawlessly and yet, didn't date to push, worried that they might break each others. Cat hands were lost inside her golden curls.
It was a confession. A revelation. A promise.
I missed you. I love you. Don't leave me again.
She was alive. There was a possibility for a happy ending.
And so Cat closed her eyes, knowing that she was now safe.
« Aren't you sleeping? » She said, waking up to a very empty bed.
She spotted the girl standing still, next to the window, her eyes lost in this beautiful sight of Paris, the city of love. They had flown above the entire France for a few hours, together, and settled down in its capital. It had been perfect, and tender. Cold and warm. Her shadow stranded out into the darkness and her beautiful body was highlighted by the light of the moon. She seemed lost in her deep thoughts, lost in the middle of nowhere. Was she afraid? Worried maybe? Alex was to join them tomorrow, with Eliza, to celebrate her sister's return on earth, alive. Alex was coming. Celebrate her life after complaining about her death. Alex was coming. How did she feel about seeing her again?
They had wondered all afternoon long what had caused her to survive a year in space. Kara had remembered the sun's presence, warm and soothing. She thought it had given her strength and courage. It could be true, as well as it couldn't. As for Cat, she didn't want to know. She didn't care. Her hero was alive and it's all that mattered. She was just grateful for this second chance, her last chance.
From the bed, the woman could see the beautiful Eiffel Tower, shining and sparkling into the dark night. Cat smiled. Her dream was fulfilled. She was in Paris with the woman she was in love with. If only she knew… If only she had imagined one second that her love, genuine and passionate would find it's way to her assistant's heart. How could she be in love with her too? Her, that represented all the beauty and innocence in the world ? She was young. Her life was ahead. Cat was way older and she had spent most of her time on earth. Cars were on the road, people laughed and smiled on the street. They were happy, innocent. A safe place. At least, for now.
Kara slowly shook her head, not tearing away from the window.
« Don't you feel… tired? »
« I have slept for a year or so… I think I've had enough. I don't want to spend another minute away from you. »
Cat smiled into the darkness and her heart trembled. She still couldn't believe that she was alive. That she had been right all along. Kara would have never left her. Supergirl was stronger than this. Feeling her warm skin against her own, touching her hair… it was everything she had ever dreamed of. Everything she had been forbidden to do. Kara used to be her assistant. She wasn't anymore. It wasn't a boss/employee relationship anymore. Had it ever been the case? She wanted her to be lying on this bed, their bed. The instrument of their forbidden love. She wanted her hero to cuddle with her, feel the warmth of her skin against hers. Feel her.
Alive.
As a whole.
« Then don't. »
She patted the bed so that her former assistant would join her and cuddle. She needed her close, needed to feel her alive, sense the rise and the fall of her chest, hear the music of her beating heart. The Danvers girl slowly turned around, tearing herself from the opened window. She seemed tired and yet, just like a child, she refused to sleep. She seemed ready to fight any threat. Diving into the clean sheets of their hotel room, Kara found her place next to Cat Grant, inside a king sized bed. Their bodies were small, so small… A speck at the surface of the universe.
Not hesitating, she held the older woman into her strong arms, spooning her. Their legs tangled, their fingers laced. It did feel right. Protecting her friend's body in such embrace had been what she was meant to do all along. The CEO made herself confortable before closing her eyes, hoping to rest a little after their adventure.
Kara began to hum a song into her hear, a song in which she could not understand the words. It didn't seem english or french. A song from another planet. A kryptonian song.
She sang for minutes, or hours. She couldn't tell, too lost in her beautiful angel voice. And then everything stopped.
« I did hear you, in my sleep, you know. When you called me. I could hear everything. I could hear your sobs. I could hear your pain.» She whispered, playing with Cat's rebel locks.
Cat held her breath. Remembering all the pain she had been through, remembering the tears falling down her cheeks at night, knowing that her love was dead saving her… She hadn't cried in vain, and her pain had been heard. Her pain had touched her. The eldest didn't know whether to be ashamed or happy about it. To be honest, she wasn't really used to showing her emotions to the face of the world, willing to appear as strong as she could be, as powerful as people wanted to see her.
But even the Queen of all medias could break down. And Kara knew it.
« You did ? » She inquired, sleepily.
Kara nodded in answer,
« I'm glad you didn't jump off the roof. »
« Me too… »
She had almost done it that day. Almost. Out of sadness and despair. Out of love. Drunk. Her legs had been hanging into the none. All she had to do was to let go. It would have been over. Over with the pain, the sadness. Over with her life.
Only the memory of her two sons had brought her back. Adam. The son she had found. Carter, the one she desired most of all, the product of love. Her sons, and Kara's smile and concern. Even though she wasn't here. She never really left her.
Realizing what she had almost done, the Queen of All Medias had found herself crying all night long, and the next morning, she had got her son back from his father. Had found relief in those who were still alive.
If she was alive, it was thanks to them. It was because of them.
Thanks to her.
Because of her.
« Cat? »
The blond woman hummed in response. Kara chest hitched, and she suddenly tensed.
« What's going to happen now? »
« What do you mean? »
« Back in National City? How are we going to do this? »
Cat Grant sighed. To be fair, she had no idea how things were going to turn out. She hadn't been thinking about National City, their jobs, their lives. Time was frozen. It was just here and now. Just the two of them. Hell, she didn't even know what they were. Girlfriends? She loved Kara deep in her heart, and she knew the girl felt the same way. But if she knew something, it was that she was good at sorting things out. This time would be no exception. She would do her best to make this as easiest as possible. Easiest for Kara, so that she would never feel lost into this new world she had been brought in. The world that had changed during her absence.
But tonight was not the best moment to think about this. Tonight, she had found Kara back, and she wanted to spend every second next to the woman she loved most.
Tonight, there was no world outside, no Miss Grant and Miss Danvers. Just Kara and Cat, two woman in love.
« Let's not worry about the future… » She whispered, before turning to face the beautiful woman holding her. She faced her hero, downing into the azure of her beautiful eyes. God she had missed the way she looked at her. It made her feel loved, wanted. It made her feel young and beautiful again. Never, in the process, she broke contact with her superhero's reassuring arms. Kara's eyes were bright in the darkness, a beautiful ocean full of waves. Tenderness. Care. Love. Admiration. Relief. Those were what she saw inside of her azure orbs. She smiled slowly, before lightly caressing the woman's skin with the tip of her finger. The former assistant kissed her hand, and arm out of a sudden tenderness towards the woman who had made her life a living hell for so long. The woman she was burning to get to know more.
« Right now, I want you to kiss me. » Confessed the CEO, sinking into Supergirl's eyes.
Kara bit her lips, hesitant, tempted and yet, still scared to take what belonged to her.
« Really? »
« Yes… »
Moving a little closer, the young woman left a small and yet genuine kiss on her elder's lips. Their lips danced together, slowly, carefully. Their tongues touched, their hands wandered. She repeated her actions several times, making it last more and more. Until she could no longer breathe. Cat's hands were buried in her golden locks, under her shirt, discovering a perfect body. It was tender at first, and slowly, their kiss became more passionate, more rushed. Teeth and tongues met, claimed control and superiority, beginning a battle whose result remained unknown.
« Like that? »
Breathless, panting, Kara Danvers slowly moved herself on top of her boss, enjoying the view of this gorgeous woman, eyes filled with lust and love. Her hair was spread on the pillow, her body offered to the hero as a reward.
« I want you, Kara Danvers. »
Kara smiled.
She had survived a year in space. Yet, Cat Grant would be her undoing.
TO BE CONTINUED.