AN – It's been awhile since I wrote anything, thanks to health issues, but hopefully I can hop back up on the horse, and ride again! This is my first Supergirl fan fic attempt. Those that have read my other work can see if it stacks up to that.

Just a note, the story combines comics continuity with that of the TV show, most notably that all the Arrowverse characters are on the same Earth, like in the comics all the Earth One characters are on Earth One, characters like the original Huntress that's Helena Wayne, the daughter of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, are on Earth Two, the Crime Syndicate is on Earth Three, and so on. Daxamites have the same powers Kryptonians do, with no weakness to Kryptonite, but with the weakness to lead, like in the comics. Other than that, its mostly TV show continuity. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Supergirl: Reflections of Me

Chapter 1

In the distance, in the skyline of National City, the sun rose, slowly and majestically, with a spectacle that could spark the inspiration of artist and scientist alike. Sunrises were particularly beautiful in National City. The air always seemed to sizzle with the first rays of the morning.

Since National City wasn't prone to the perpetual gray murkiness of the skies over Los Angeles, due to a dramatically lesser degree of filthy smog, one could see for miles and miles from the top of a tall structure, where in Los Angeles you were lucky if you could see your hand in front of your face atop a tall building.

Given it's relative proximity to Los Angeles and San Francisco, most visitors were surprised by the quality of air and the clarity of the skies above, amazed at the fact that National City didn't house factories belching out foul poisonous smoke every twenty feet like Los Angeles seemed to. The denizens, however, were accustomed to it, and actually took a moment or two to revel in the cleanliness of the city, as opposed to other places not far off.

In the oranges, yellows, blues and purples of the sunrise, the last light of the moon, and several stars, as well as Venus, were fading from sight as they often did as the sun took its place in the morning sky. This particular morning, however, a new star seemed to glimmer in the distance, despite the approaching brightness of the dawn. And it seemed to be drawing closer, rapidly, growing brighter as one gazed at it.

X

"What the hell is that thing, Hank?" asked Agent Alex Danvers of the Department of Extranormal Operations, a secret government agency dedicated to safeguarding the Earth against extraterrestrial threats, of her boss, the Director of the DEO, a large dark skinned man who's attention was currently fixed on the image of the glittering object in the morning sky.

He frowned and tapped a few controls, his gaze never coming away from the screen. "That, Agent Danvers," he said finally, his voice a bit slower than normal, the mark of deep thought, "is an alien spacecraft, one I've never seen before." Hank Henshaw, or more accurately J'Onn J'Onzz, a green Martian disguised as the human Hank Henshaw, rubbed his chin lightly.

A voice called out from a bank of computer terminals behind them. "But apparently the Kryptonians had seen them before. They've got an extensive database of species known to them, and an impressive archive of their cultures, ships, planets, and so on, and that oddly compelling beauty is among them." Winn Schott, formerly an IT person at CatCo Worldwide Media, now an agent of the DEO, turned in his chair to regard his teammates.

"In fact, it's the same species as our 'friend' Indigo was. It's Coluan," finished Winn quietly. He was regarding the database silently, letting that fact sink in to his fellow agents.

Indigo, for all intents and purposes, was a humanoid living computer, capable of complete interfacing and integration with any computer system, from smart watches to computers, to cell phones, and using them to their utmost advantage. She had allied herself with the renegade Kryptonians intent on taking over the city, and eventually the world, that had been led by Kara Zor El's, or Supergirl's, aunt, and her uncle by marriage.

Once Kara's Aunt Astra was dead, Non had stepped up the plan to take over National City they called Myriad, and Indigo had been at his side. In the final conflict of that dark time, he and Kara had found themselves locked in deadly combat, heat vision versus heat vision.

When it was all said and done, Kara had triumphed, overpowering Non's heat vision and burning his eyes completely out. He'd been confined within the DEO's detention center ever since, along with the other rabid followers he and Astra had inspired.

Indigo was believed to be dead, but given her ability to transform her body into living data, it was entirely possible that she could have found a device to transport herself to another place, and reassemble herself. However, she hadn't resurfaced so far, so she was either lying low, or was really scattered over the desert.

Hank frowned, and nodded at Winn silently. He turned his gaze towards the brunette agent by his side. "Where's Supergirl right now?" he asked, the tone of his voice quiet, but clear. If that ship was really Coluan, he knew that it would be serious trouble, if the other Coluans were anything like Indigo.

Though the inner circle of higher up agents knew both his secret, and Supergirl's, there were many present in the command center that didn't know that their boss was actually a green Martian, or that Supergirl was the adopted sister of their boss's right hand, Alex Danvers. And I'd like to keep it that way, thought Hank to himself. Kara's got enough on her plate right now, having just repelled the Daxamite invasion, and losing Mon El. She doesn't need to worry about the rank and file agents learning that Supergirl is really Kara Danvers, anymore than I need anyone but Kara, Alex, Agent Vasquez, and Winn Schott knowing I'm really J'Onn J'Onzz, the Martian Manhunter.

Alex frowned, tilting her head to the side. "She's escorting President Marsdin back to DC, I think. She said that with Air Force One having been destroyed by the Daxamite attack, she didn't want to take any chances with her flying back with a private jet." Alex studied Hank for a second before adding, "And with Superman being off world, helping some of the aliens that Lillian Luthor tried to ship off to find a suitable world they can live on in peace, that leaves very few heavy hitters on Earth, if this thing turns out to be a hostile."

"Umm, guys?" interjected Winn, his voice rising slightly in pitch as he nervously looked between them, and the screen in front of him. "That thing is deploying several drop capsules of some kind around the edges of the city, and judging by the radioactivity signatures, I don't think they're intergalactic ice cream trucks spreading good will…though that would be nice."

Hank leaned over his shoulder to get a better look and his already grim expression rapidly degenerated into something far worse than grim. "No, its some sort of invasion scout operation, from the looks of it," he said quietly. "And it promises anything but good will, I think. Those devices are all pretty big. We're going to have to intercept, right now, and figure out what the hell that thing wants."

Winn blinked a couple of times before looking up at Hank, who was still hovering over his shoulder, watching the screen intently. "Uh, shouldn't we wait for Supergirl? Not only do those things not look particularly friendly, they look mean, like nasty mean, like 'this is a job for Supergirl' nasty mean." He wasn't sure he wanted to be around when the fireworks started, and he especially didn't want his friends being crumpled up like a soda can by a professional wrestler or something, and thrown away, either.

"We can't wait, Winn," Alex replied, checking her sidearm, and rounding up other small equipment to take with her. "If it were just a case of her turning around and flying straight back, it would probably only take a few seconds, but it's a lot more than that. She's got a lot to take care of, making sure the President stays safe and gets back to the White House without incident."

The young computer specialist knew this was true, yet it was reflex to hope for something like that. He knew Kara would save the day, if there was going to be trouble. He trusted in her the same way that he felt she trusted in him. After all, when she decided to use her powers, and let the world know there was another member of the House of El out there, helping people, he was the first person, besides hers and Alex's parents, and her cousin, that she let know her secret. In his eyes, that was a huge amount of trust that he returned in kind.

Kara may be less experienced than her cousin, Kal El, but she was as powerful as he was, even more powerful than him he'd said himself recently, and if determination and hope, and never giving up, ever were a living, breathing person, that person would be Kara Zor El, Kara Danvers, Supergirl. She would put her life on the line without so much as a blink if she thought it would save someone else. She'd do anything and everything necessary and far beyond to make sure that everyone else stayed safe, and without fear of imminent destruction. That's just who the young Kryptonian was.

Hank gave Alex a nod, and she turned to the command center. "All advance teams, gear up and head for the choppers. We're in the air in five," she said, finishing up getting her own gear together, and heading for the hangar with Hank.

X

The morning sun was very bright, and from the altitude the choppers were at, it reflected off the glass walls of hundreds of skyscrapers and other monumental edifices that made up the large cosmopolitan city around them. They all found themselves squinting as they moved closer to the mysterious objects.

A team had been assigned to each chopper, and a particular object to find, observe and assess. There were far more objects than there were teams and choppers, so they spread out in equidistant positions, keeping contact via their com system. The objects were still indistinct, thanks to all the reflected sunlight, but they were closing fast.

As they neared their target, Hank and Alex struggled to see through the bright light at what they were approaching. The object appeared to be approximately fifty feet tall, and slightly oblong, almost like an egg. It sat open, like a box turned on its side. Near it were several bipedal shapes, gleaming in the sunlight. The apparently metal beings or constructs were approximately eight feet tall, and seemed to be creating some sort of perimeter, and herding people trying to flee the edges of the city back into it. The constructs, or whatever they were, were using brute strength and energy blasts of some sort to perform whatever function they were supposed to be doing.

"It's like stumbling onto the set of a whacked out Doctor Who episode," breathed Alex quietly, not quite believing what she was seeing, though she knew she'd seen stranger things in her time at the DEO. She climbed out of the chopper, the alien pistol she'd picked up on Maaldoria, also called Slaver's Moon, when they'd had to rescue Kara and Mon El from there, in hand and ready.

Hank chuckled without much humor, and replied, "Actually, I was thinking an odd episode of either The Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits myself." Like Alex, he was armed, and had weapon at the ready. They both were making their way carefully from the chopper towards one of the apparent constructs, being very cautious along the way. Behind them, their team fell into formation, all prepared for hostile actions on the part of the constructs.

Now that they were getting closer, they could tell the beings were actually metal, but there were no discernable methods of connection. No bolts, rivets, or anything else that could be recognized as a connecting part to join one part with the other. The arms and legs were articulated with overlapping bands, which suggested extreme flexibility. Though there had been no doubt the things were alien in design and nature, the far advanced design of the things, not to mention their fluidity of motion and sheer size and mass, left no question as to their origin.

The constructs seemed to be busily blasting through the crust and mantle, as if cutting a chunk out of an apple or something. So far, they hadn't seemed to take notice of the much smaller humans approaching them, weapons at the ready. Their dedication to their task was relentless, precise, and methodical. The Earth around the city was being excised in a very exacting manner. Even though there was no evidence of lifting, they seemed to be cutting through as if they were transplanting an orchid or something similar.

"It looks like they're peeling National City away, like skin from an apple," mused Alex as her forehead crinkled slightly as her brows drew closer together. "Only they're not peeling it, they're just separating it from the ground itself, it looks like. Now I'm really confused. Why come section off a city like making cookies with a cookie cutter?"

Before Hank could answer, a hollow sounding voice around them, only it wasn't around them at all. "Perhaps the collective intelligence of your species is a millionth of a point higher than I originally estimated," the voice said. "You seem to have deduced the actions my constructs are performing, even if it is a very basic and rudimentary deduction."

Hank frowned and was obviously concentrating, whispering to Alex, "It's a telepath. It…he…is in our heads, reading our thoughts, learning about us." She could tell he was trying to block the alien presence in his mind, but it didn't seem as if he was having the greatest of luck with that.

The voice, sounding oddly both organic and artificial, spoke into their minds again. "I would advise against attempting to block my probe, Martian. It would prove injurious to you, to be certain," the disembodied presence said. "And I would certainly advise against doing so for you, human. Descent into madness would be the best case scenario if you attempted it."

The agents all looked at each other, including Hank and Alex, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. Apparently, the rest of the team was hearing the voice the same as they were.

"Who…what are you?" she finally asked, a hint of exasperation creeping into her voice. Her finger itched to pull the trigger on her most impressive weapon, to aim it at something, preferably the source of the voice in her head, and pull the trigger, and watch it fall down, or disintegrate, or whatever it might do under the power of the weapon.

The voice seemed annoyed as it continued, "The extremely primitive physical projectiles in your weapon would be less than useless against my constructs, Martian. I calculate a 0.1309553% chance you would survive an encounter with them, if you were to use that weapon against them. The odds are not in the least favorable, to use parlance you're familiar with."

Hank scowled and looked at his pistol, and the rifles being carried by the others as the voice continued, "As for your inquiry, human, my name is Vril Dox. I'm a scientist on my home planet of Colu. Or rather I was, before I waged a war on the Computer Tyrants of my world, and decided to undertake a most solemn mission. Do not think of resisting. It would be a waste of time. I am the only Coluan with a twelfth level intelligence, and for you to attempt so would be folly, at its best moment. I can, will and have formulated every possible permutation of resistance you are capable of mounting, both mentally and physically. The end result would remain constant."

"You're a barrel of laughs," quipped Alex, catching Hank's gaze a moment, and then returning to her visual sweep of the area. "So, what exactly is a 'twelfth level intelligence,' anyway? Is that something like a mage in World of Warcraft or something? You're a twelfth level smart guy?" It was obvious to Hank that she was goading Dox, though he wasn't sure what she was trying to accomplish by it, specifically.

There was a tone of something near amusement as the voice in their minds responded, "If you were to add the collective intelligence of your entire planet together as one rating, your people would, perhaps, reach a very low percentage of a sixth level intelligence, thanks to some rather quaintly intelligent minds that greatly raise your planetary average. The others of my world possess between a ninth to tenth level intellect, with rare exceptions reaching into an eleventh level intellect."

"Alex," hissed Hank in a quiet, warning tone, putting his hand on her arm. "Don't antagonize Dox. He's an unknown quantity, and he's decidedly going to stand a better chance than we are if this turns into a conflict. Stand down."

She gave Hank a look that he recognized, just before she stepped forward three confident, sure footed paces, leveled her weapon at the closest construct and fired. "Let's see what sort of odds you lay on a Maaldorian laser pistol thingamajiggy, and how likely your little battery powered joy toys are to survive that."

"You humans are truly an insignificant, but impudent, lot," the voice of Vril Dox said. As his thought was connecting to Alex, Hank and the others' minds, the construct that Alex shot at showed signs of scorching, black sooty places on the chrome like silver, but no visible damage beyond that.

As quick as a thought, the construct swung its large metallic hand, and struck the agent, sending her flying forcefully through the air in a very high arc as if she'd just fallen from the top of the CatCo building downtown. If she hit anything, or fell to the ground, she'd be little more than human flavored ketchup, she knew.

A scream poured from her throat as thick as maple syrup as her now very bruised body sailed through the National City skyline. That sudden lurch in the pit of your stomach when you know you're about to be hit by a car, or run over a tree, or not beat the train hit her hard. Kara wasn't anywhere around to catch her, so she knew she was about to die.

Though she always tried to hide it, the fear that imminent death brings on in most was surging its way through her mind and body. She flailed in the air like a rag doll, hoping that desperate, irrational hope that she'd catch something, or fall onto something that would save her life. But no such thing was happening. She was soaring between skyscrapers, glass, steel and concrete sure to catch her no matter where she ended up at the end of her flight.

As she finally started to fall, after she hit the apex of the arc she was on, there was a loud noise, like a sonic boom. Before she could blink, and before the sound of her prolonged scream had reached the end of her breath, she felt strong arms like steel catch her and carry her quickly straight towards the roof of a building, rather than down towards the traffic laden streets below.

Alex felt her feet touch a solid surface, the roof of a very tall building, and she instantly bear hugged the person that had caught her. It obviously wasn't Superman, because while as strong, the person was more feminine feeling than masculine.

"Oh, thank God you made it back just in time, Kara," she gasped out, as she opened her eyes to fix on the face of her sister. "I didn't think you'd be back from DC for another…Kara?"

Her eyes raced over the face of her savior, and it definitely looked quite a bit like Kara, only maybe ten years or so older, and filled out more, a lot more, in the womanly charms department. Her hair wasn't much different, but a bit shorter. She was wearing what looked like a long sleeved white leotard, but without the stockings over her muscular legs. There was a large, circular breast window cut out on the front, so a very generous portion of her more than ample bosom was revealed, but not nearly enough to be indecent, but plenty to ignite the feverish wild dreams a teenager might have, though. She had on blue gloves, and blue pirate boots, the familiar red cape, but held on by two large golden disks with a golden rope between them.

Kara but not Kara was looking at her in shock, and her expression quickly went from dumbfounded shock to anger, faster than a speeding bullet. "Who the hell are you? And how do you know that name? Where did you hear it?" the woman who looked very, very much like an older version of her sister all but shouted, and held up a blue gloved fist, not threatening to hit her, but in reining in anger, it seemed.

Alex struggled to find her voice. The day just kept getting weirder and weirder, and it was like an amusement park ride that you wanted to get off of, but it never stopped. Finally, blinking rapidly, she gave three false starts before she finally managed to get out, "Kara, its me, its Alex. I'm your sister! What the hell happened to you? You were just twenty five this morning."

Nothing was making any sense to either one of them. Silently, they stood staring at each other in dumbfounded disbelief, their minds racing, trying to make sense of it all. The older Kara's face didn't lose its angry scowl, but confusion softened it quite a bit.

"I don't have any brothers or sisters, not on Krypton, not with the human family I lived with when I was younger. So, I'll ask you again, who the hell are you, and why are you talking crazy, saying I was ten years younger this morning, and that you're my sister?" she demanded, her voice losing the harshness but not its angry edge.