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Another Reason

"Of course, everything makes sense now!" Siobhan Smythe was a hard, tough, nut to crack, specially when she had her drive on gear 1 and was ready for any steep climbs. But no, what she had found out, was enough make her F1 race car fall short and crash, rear first, against the curve as the steep climb couldn't even provide friction to keep her on the race. "No wonder — no fucking wonder!"

"Brown hair!" Cat demanded, having arrived from her lunch date with Maxwell, to inquire as to his recent whereabouts and why he had remained on such a low profile. Now coming back to her domain, she found someone had shaken her hive and her first assistant was, for some reason, packing her desk. "My office."

"Oh —" the brunette was ready to spill everything in front of the bullpen but the woman turned around, piercing her with yellow eyes that seemed to kill every ember within.

"It wasn't, a question," was hissed, and the woman resumed the trek to her office. Once inside and the young woman closed the door behind her, did their eyes finally meet again. "Insubordination has a high cost, which isn't getting fired, so I am inclined to believe you're quitting."

"How —" Siobhan finally exploded. "You can possibly expect me to compete with her!

"Really, no wonder why she has lasted this long under your service, then again maybe she has some masochist streak if she keep coming back for more!" Her tone became shrill, but even if the office was on display, it wasn't that easy to listen in on the conversations; her pacing and waving arms were funny enough though. "After working so long for you she could have gone to any competing publisher and receive a much better pay, but she stays here!

"No wait, of course! It makes sense; the branding, the coverage — she has to be loyal to a fault!" She turned around, breath ragged, finally facing the woman. "Tell me, Miss Grant, does she also provide you with added benefits? If I recall correctly, she still stays here until you leave, even when everyone returns home."

"My relation with Kara Danvers is none of your concern," Cat wasn't a fool, but she still couldn't figure out the whole, coverage angle. "Is this some kind of jealousy spat? Really, I expected some kind of love triangle between her, James and Lucy, but the three of us?"

"Oh, don't act all ignorant!" Siobhan demanded, furious. "So what, you charge it up to her Supergirl heroics then? Providing you with some side-wonder, so to speak?"

Cat paled, realizing what her brand new assistant meant. The girl kept ranting about snooping around and trying her best to find a way of getting Kara fired, only to end up watching her prove who she was to Lucy Lane of all people! Expressing her incredulous news at it all because, well, why not break things between James and the lawyer and keep him? Oh, she wasn't blind, everyone could see the crush the blonde had for the photographer as though it was a viper and threatened to make the watcher sick with all the sweet smiles and stupid words.

The door opened an in came the object of the brunette's disdain and horror and fear. "YOU!"

The door was closed. Cat already felt the migraine coming, and smiled wanly as her puppy assistant gave her a glass of water, and a pill tray containing Advil and Lexapro; clearly, for her to take one or the other, not both. She opted for the antidepressant. The scene that followed became incredibly interesting, with her assistant displaying a rare boost of confidence and threatening to have the other girl locked up if she breathed a word about this to anyone and that she wouldn't be the one doing it. She finally remembered what she had seen long ago, how she had allegedly mistaken her for the superhero.

"If you decide to go somewhere else to have the story published, I'll have you sued for personal harassment and make it look like a feud gone wrong in an effort of getting her fired," Cat added, already feeling better. "I won't have you fired but moved into the Tribune; I won't lose such just a great and gifted journalist just because of all this drama. But, you've been warned; if this gets out though, I doubt I'll be the least of your problems.

"You wouldn't want to wind up in Mexico with illegal drugs, would you?" Cat smiled a saccharine smile, before it vanished and she waved her off, "chop chop; you'll have to finish packing your desk and moving.

"Keira, no, you and I need to have a talk." She went to the balcony, followed by a demure assistant, who was the personification of a wounded puppy. "I don't care to know how you did it, all I need to know is: the one who paraded around with your face about a day or two ago, is the same who paraded around in your cape when I met the two of you?"

Kara stared, mouth opened before she hastily closed it.

"Now is not the time to be close-lipped, Keira," she huffed, eyes narrowed. "It's a simple, yes or no, answer."

"Yes."

Cat sat down on one of her couches, trying to control herself. So many things she wanted to ask, to demand, to know. Too many questions, but this time, she was going to get her answers.

"Sit down Kara, we need to have an important conversation," she became surprised when the girl sat besides her but thought nothing of it. "So I get the break up with Adam now, the continual disappearances, but I need to know why you kept me in the dark, why you didn't agree to leave this job and become Supergirl."

"Because I'm also Kara Danvers, Miss Grant —"

"Please, call me Cat," she began regretting the pill she had chosen; she needed a drink.

"Cat, I cannot be a hero full time, I want something normal, even if I'm not — just to be able to have something normal and bored and menial to do is a relief," she sighed. "I didn't want to lose what CatCo has come to mean, what you have come to mean.

"I know it might seem impossible to you, but you've been a great mentor to me, as both Kara and Supergirl; how could I give you up?" It was clearly, a struggle, trying to come up with a way of explaining why she needed it so much. "Back in Krypton, I wouldn't have these powers, I wouldn't be able to help so many people, I think I would have barely managed to get this job and I would have probably quit after the third month."

"I gave you one."

The hero chuckled bitterly and sadly. "Yeah, I guess even three would have been too much."

The silence reign, and it wasn't oppressive. Cat suddenly placed a hand over the girl's hand and knee, patting it softly, then sighed. She didn't seem to notice the tangling of their fingers, but she could feel the temperature rising. She turned to look at those blue eyes, and was startled by what she saw in them.

"Cat," she began, taking her glasses off and making it so their noses were inches apart, "since it's obvious I'm fired, I'm going to do something stupid."

"Wh —?!"

But her question only made the kiss turn into an opened mouth one pretty quick, leaving them both moaning and gasping, and quickly, out of breath. They suddenly ended laying down on the couch, with the younger woman on top, kissing and sucking on lips and tongue, with her boss answering with equal zealousness. Oh Rao! It's Miss Grant! My Boss! She thought as she pulled back in panic, but unable to untangle herself fully, else risking injuring the petite woman.

"Kara, if you stop now, I will fire you," Cat hissed, going back for another kiss. "Or rather, sue you for sexual harassment."

Kara laughed then, pulling the blonde closer and reversing their positions. "Sorry Miss Grant, but I think we should go back to work," she replied with a sigh, still holding the woman close.

Things might have gotten a bit more complicated, but at least there was no Siobhan sniffing around, no Adam to make things more confusing, only the comfort of being within each others' arms. Kara still had her job, still had her friends, still had her boss, on whom she had been crushing, and thinking that a single kiss would get it out of her system proved to do the exact opposite. And yet, life was good.

"Siobhan thought that was the main reason why you were still working for me," Cat began, chuckling bitterly; who would have thought the Queen of All Media was a snuggler? "Her abilities aren't that great, else she would have realized that she just gave me another reason."

Kara only smiled serenely, cuddling further, loving the the way her boss answered, as though she wanted their skin to mingle and for them to become one.

"Work."

"Can wait."

"No —"

"You're the boss, it can wait."

"News wait for no one, Keira, I thought you knew."

"I can give you headlines for tomorrow."

"Mom!?"

But life wasn't easy; it never was.

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