AN: Hey everyone, thank you so much for the support and comments for this fic! I've been writing so much because every comment gives me ideas of what to do next! I've decided that most of this fic will be angsty. If anyone has any ideas please keep firing them away as they spur me on to write more!
Before we jump right back in, I'd like to know where everyone is reading from and what was their first episode of Supergirl?
My first episode, I remember was RED FACED, I believe so. I am also from the UK! Thank you all once again and as said before, if you have any ideas that I could impliment in this story please fire away!
It was at least 2am in the morning when Lori decided to come back home. The young teen frowned as she heard crunching beneath her shoes.
The crunching of glass.
After Lucy left, Lena vented the very last of her anger and grief onto a vase that had the names of everyone who lived in the household printed on it. Lori knelt down and picked up a small shard that had her name written on it. She couldn't help but feel guilty for all of this damage. As she looked up, she saw the true extent of her mother's anger.
After talking with Supergirl and some time on her own, Lori came to realize that blood didn't matter. The only thing is, Kara left out the part where Lena's brother was in fact her father. Kara felt that wasn't her place to say even though she was the victim that day thirteen years ago.
Once Lori had finished looking around the apartment, she grabbed a dust-pan and brush. She began clearing up the mess when her hearing picked something up. She turned around to see Lena-her mother looking ghostly pale.
"What are you doing?" Lena asked, her voice raspy from screaming and crying hours earlier.
Lori nervously adjusted her glasses on her face, "I'm just cleaning up. You could get hurt on all this glass you know?" She smiled nervously.
Lena walked across the room and sat on the end of the sofa, leaving Lori to it. Something had changed within Lena and Lori could sense it.
"I could make you something to eat after I've cleaned up, if you want?" Lori was trying so hard to try and fix whatever fracture there was between them, "And…I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier…I was just so shocked…I didn't know how to react. But I came to realize after I had a talk with Supergirl that blood doesn't bond us…If it never has, why let our relationship stop here?"
"Did she tell you the part where I'm actually your aunt, by blood?" Lena asked her, lighting a cigarette.
Lori stuttered, "I-I…No, she didn't. But that shouldn't-"
"It does Lori, it changes everything. I can't be your mom because your mom is alive, she just chooses not to bother with you." Lena replied, taking another long drag of her cigarette.
"Mom, you've been drinking a lot." The young girl laughed nervously, "And while it's understandable, I'm not going to hold it against you." She smiled, continuing to sweep the mess up.
"You-how are you cheerful right now?" Lena asked, frowning. That's when Lori heard her voice slur.
"That's why I hated looking at you every day…No, that's why when you met your actual mother…I saw it…You're too like her to be mine." Lena slurred, grabbing a wine glass from the table. She held it out to Lori, "Can you fill this for me, please?"
"Mom." She laughed nervously.
"And stop calling me that. Everyone knows I don't deserve that title." There was a pause, "Drink. Now. Please."
Lori reluctantly took the glass from her, before placing the glass beside the sink, "You really should go to bed and sleep that off."
Lena frowned heavily at her, "Are you disobeying me?"
"No, I-" She began, adjusting her glasses, "I just think that maybe after a sleep you will feel a lot better." Lori deposited the broken glass in a bin, before putting her equipment beneath the sink.
"I asked you to get me a drink." Lena snapped, standing up. She walked over to the drinks cabinet and pulled another bottle out.
Lori stood in the middle of the room, feeling guilty, "If I did anything wrong-"
"You didn't, that's the problem. Well, apart from dishonour me and Robert by destroying a family portrait…You did nothing wrong." Lena said sluggishly.
"But we have a digital copy!" Lori snapped.
"That's beside the point." Lena said calmly, struggling to get the bottle of wine open. She held her arm out to Lori with the bottle in question on the end of her arm, "Open this for me. You have super strength, it shouldn't be a massive problem for you."
Lori hated disobeying Lena, but she had never seen her in a state like this before. It terrified her because Lena was being very unpredictable. She didn't know what would happen next.
The youngster swallowed the lump in her throat as the thought of her dead father came back to her, "I know you're hurting mom, but I won't let you drink yourself mercilessly into an oblivion. Not when I need you. I'm hurting too, but I have not turned my back on you and I never will."
The Luthor smiled wickedly, pulling the wine bottle to her chest. She was trying but failing at taking the cap off of the wine bottle. She pretty soon lost her temper with it, throwing it to the floor, "GOD DAMN IT!" She shouted as the bottle crashed to the floor.
"Mom!" Lori screamed desperately, "Just take a look at yourself! I am right here in front of you! You lost dad but you are never going to lose me!" She wanted Lena to see sense so badly it tore her apart. With Lena in this state, she was going around in circles.
"I already did lose you." Lena said quietly, "When I learned who your father was…I lost you. Knowing that I wasn't your mother by blood was okay…I lived with that, but when I learned that Lex was your true father and I had been downgraded to just your aunt. I raised you for god sake." Lena chuckled darkly.
Lori stepped over the red liquid that was the wine on the floor and moved over to her mother and took her hands, "You're not anything less mom."
Lena locked eyes with her, "You need to stop calling me that."
"Why? If you had a good enough reason, and being my aunt isn't one. I will never stop loving you as a daughter. Mom you need to stop pushing me away when I am trying to help you." Lori said to her calmly.
"You know nothing about life, don't tell me what I can and cannot do." Lena said to her in a low growl, "You already disobeyed this family-"
"I'm trying to make up for it. I was angry and I lashed out, like you did. I'm trying to make up for it like you are for kissing Kara." Right in that moment, Lori realized that she shouldn't have said that, especially when Lena was in this state of mind. She saw the exact moment that Lena saw red.
Lori wasn't even trained, so she didn't know how to defend herself. Lena pinned her to the fridge, keeping a firm hand on the girl's throat, "You never talk about that, do you understand me?" Lena growled.
Lori was too shocked to even respond.
"Do you understand me?" Lena said close to Lori's ear.
The terrified teen nodded, "I understand."
Once Lena released her grip and walked away, Lori rubbed her neck. She could feel herself suffocating on tears that had not yet been shed. This had scared her so much that she didn't know what to do or where to go.
She just picked up her bag and jumped into the sky. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew that she needed to breathe.
Lena, however, sat on the sofa. She waited a moment, and seconds later she broke down in tears. What she had just done, she could never take back. She wished so hard that she could. It was the most stupid mistake that she had made. She swore as a mother that she would never ever get angry to the point where violence was used. She would find another way to vent, but when blinded by fury, it's hard to listen to reason.
Lori found herself at Kara's apartment. She just came in through the window. Kara was making a late night snack when she saw the tearful young girl stood in the middle of her home.
Kara stared at her with pitiful, soft eyes.
"Can I stay with you?" Was the first thing that Lori said to her.
As Kara stared at the young girl, she saw a hand mark on her neck that had not healed yet. She felt awful that she even let her go back to Lena's home.
The blonde walked over to her and wrapped her arms around her, giving her what she needed right now. Someone to tell her that things would get better. She just wished Lena was doing that job and not the other way around.
"You can stay as long as you like." Kara said softly as Lori held her tightly. As Lori began to let out all of the pent-up emotion, Kara managed to get her to the sofa so at least she would be comfortable when she broke down.
With her own daughter in her arms, Kara felt that unforgettable mothering instinct kick in, which made her want to protect the young girl with every fiber of her being, and right then and there, she promised herself that she would take some responsibility in Lori's life weather she wanted help or anything. Kara would be there.