I had a death in the family that really set me back with my writing. I am so sorry. Here is the next chapter.


Kara's superhuman powers manifested in time, but the one she struggled with the most was strength. She broke everything she touched and she was so afraid of touching the Danvers', fearing that she would break their fragile, human bodies. She was 13. No thirteen year old should fear for their family.

"Kara, can you come here?" Eliza's voice wafted up the stairs in her usual gentle and softspoken tone. Kara reluctantly descended the stairs, measuring her steps so her feet don't go through the wood…again. In the living room, stood a keyboard. The keyboard was a sleek black and looked sturdy.

"It's made out of the strongest metals we have here on Earth. Perhaps, with how lovely your voice is, you can also follow sheet music, maybe write some too." Eliza said in the corner of the room. Kara still had her accent, and her English still was broken in some places, but she only muttered two words.

"Thank you." she whispered.


Lena was at a local coffee shop. Inside stood an upright piano and she longed to stretch her muscle memory, but for the Luthor, it wouldn't be without publicity. So she refrained and tore her eyes away. Kara was supposed to meet her here for a surprise. She wore her glasses, much like Kara does to avoid scrutiny.

Lena approached the counter and ordered an herbal tea to calm her nerves. Supergirl would be here in disguise and she couldn't fathom what she did to win her over as Lena. Lena was a Luthor, a bane to the existence of the Supers.

"Lena!" Kara called, as she walked to the table.

"Kara Danvers!" She mocked, in the same tone. Kara rolled her baby blues and sat down across from her.

"So, you ready for your surprise?" Kara asked, tone hinting at something mischievous. Lena nodded eagerly and smiled brightly at the blonde. Kara stood, and held out her hand. The ravenette stood, grasping the startlingly warm hand. She guided her to the piano and Lena stood next to it for a moment.

"Can you play?" She asked, relatively stupid considering the blonde heroine had the perfect posture for playing. Kara raised a light eyebrow and nodded. Lena wanted to bend her over that bench and kiss her in that moment. It was a sexy move, but Lena simply sat next to her, their thighs brushing as Kara began to play.

"I have perfect pitch. Something I learned about myself when I lived with my adoptive family and my mother, she bought me a keyboard. It was something I didn't know I needed, but it allowed me to practice my art and expression alongside painting. I composed. I played. I sang. It was me and something that couldn't be taken. I played so much, the keys were worn with indents from my fingers. Alex had to be sick of it I'm sure. Maybe that's why she left for college." The entire time she played, she spoke to Lena gently, pulling back a layer of the woman she has let into her mind, infecting it with light and hope.

The melody reminded her of rain, mystery, and longing. It wasn't something she recognized.

When she was finished playing, the patrons milling about came back to her senses. The cacophony of a coffee shop buzzed in her ears. She looked at the blonde.

"I wrote that for you." She whispered sheepishly. Lena blushed, her glasses fogged a little.

"It was beautiful, Kara Danvers." Kara nodded along, not really paying attention to the words. It was obvious she was uncomfortable with all the attention. Lena leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was quick, but enough to cause the blonde's cheeks to turn bright red. Kara could hear Lena's heart beating quickly, and it reassured her that the attraction was mutual.