Okay, so this is what I've been working on recently and why I've been keeping quiet, my big bang stories!

When I saw the artwork, I knew I had to pick it. Being quite the superhero enthusiast, I was ecstatic at getting a chance to turn to the world of superheroes for this.

I must thank Ratarara for this first of all because this fic literally wouldn't exist without her!

Next up: Tiff and Lola deserve a round of applause for hosting this once more, and finally [but no less important] the incredible people who helped to beta and encourage me with this fic: btvsobsessed623, mandyrosask, korderoo, and misslane1981!

I hope everyone enjoys!

Emma Swan considers herself a pretty punctual person. She prides herself on being able to get up at 6 am and be at the office promptly at 6:25 with Ms. Mills' coffee order and a schedule for the day in hand by the time her boss comes in through her personal elevator five minutes later.

It might not seem like much of a feat, but considering she lives twenty minutes away, and Ms. Mills has a very specific coffee order - to the point that she would know if it was subpar or done wrong - she is pretty proud of herself for it. Then again, she also relies heavily on her superpowers to be able to do it all, but in the end, if she uses it to keep her job, no one has to know, right?

Her sister would disagree.

"Emma, do you know how dangerous that is? What if someone sees you?" Ruby Lucas was only a year older, but took her role as big sister quite seriously, and acted like Emma was still one paper cut away from a catastrophe. Ironic that she would be so insistent on Emma being cautious considering she could be quite the irresponsible party girl when not on the clock.

"Come on Rubes, even if they did, all they would see is Supergirl flying around, and they'd feel safe. Isn't that what we want?"

Ruby levels her with a glare, crossing her arms in front of her black work clothes. It's a stark contrast to the usually colourful and very low cut outfits she usually sports. "It's what you want. You know I would rather you didn't risk your life on an almost daily basis."

"Says the woman who is part of the DEO," Emma mutters and also crosses her arms. Because really, she might do dangerous things, but at least she has superpowers to protect herself. All that Ruby has is a Kevlar vest and years of combat training. "Look, the point is that it works for me, and it's not putting anyone in imminent danger."

Ruby takes a deep breath, probably willing some higher power to grant her patience. "Emma, you don't understand. What if Regina Mills finds out? You don't think that the self-proclaimed Queen of All Media will miss a scoop like that? And then what? Everyone will know what Emma Swan is Supergirl, and you won't have a moment's peace. Is that what you want? To lose the last vestige of normality in your life?" Emma is looking thoroughly chastised for that, so Ruby decides to change her tactic. She has always had a sore spot when it comes to Regina Mills, and she sometimes comes on a bit strong whenever she's the topic. "Look Emma, you know I love you very much. Even though we aren't technically related by blood, I consider you my little sister, and that means I'll want to protect you from everything, even if it is your scathingly rude boss."

"Ms. Mills isn't rude…" Emma tapers off, a slight blush tinging her cheeks. It may be true that her boss could be a bit scathing, but in her line of work, it didn't do to be sweet and kind. And really, Ms. Mills treated her pretty decently, even though Emma could do without the whole 'Miss Swan' thing that grated on all of Emma's nerves. She wasn't even sure why it made her so upset, considering Ms. Mills had a tendency to just butcher everyone's names. At least she never butchered Emma's name…she also neglected to ever say her first name, but that's a conundrum for another time.

Emma realizes that Ruby has been speaking the entire time she was musing, and quickly turns her attention back to her sister. "…just try to be careful, okay? I can't be there all of the time to protect you."

"Don't worry! I'm Supergirl, I can take care of myself," Emma cockily says, and heads back to work downstairs. Their little secret hideaway on the empty floor above work was a stroke of genius by her friends, since she couldn't very well be talking about her superhero business just a few feet away from Regina, or leave the office like that.

Heading back downstairs, she considers Ruby's words. They make sense, but it's still too convenient for her to just take the easy way with her powers, and she does enjoy sleeping in just a bit longer.

"Miss Swan!" the shrill call greets her the minute she opens the staircase door to the MillsCo offices.

Emma quickly rushes over the Regina's office and steps inside, right by the low glass coffee table a few feet from the door, adjusting her cardigan so it's not crooked from the jog over to the office. "Did you need something Ms. Mills?"

From across the room, Regina swivels around on her chair and splays her hands on the expansive desk as she stands up. "Yes. My assistant. I noticed over 15 minutes ago that you weren't at your desk, and no one had seen you. Not even Waldorf knew, and he's always glued to your side."

She knows Regina means Walsh, one of Regina's unfortunate victims in the name-butchering, and nods, adjusting her thick black-rimmed glasses that help hide her identity. "I'm really sorry Ms. Mills, I had some urgent business to take care of."

"You could've at least let me know you needed to do something personal. This company doesn't run by itself, Miss Swan, and I can't have my assistant just disappearing like that; I got where I am today with all my hard work, so I can't afford to have anyone take out one jenga tile carelessly from the tower and have it all tumble down."

Okay, sometimes Regina laid on the bite a bit more than usual, but it didn't lessen Emma's crush at all. Oh yes, a tiny little fact about Emma Swan: she has a major crush on her boss. It isn't like it would ever happen, Regina is the type of person that would go for someone popular and bigger-than-life. Emma - despite her secret superhero status - is certainly a far cry from that.

She apologizes again, and Regina seems to think that's enough. "Now, I will need two things from you. First, I need you to tell Marian to contact Supergirl to meet me tonight." Regina huffs and adds, more to herself than to Emma, "Why she can't have a phone number that I can contact and skip this entire process is beyond me."

It's then she realizes Emma is still there, waiting for the second thing, and she composes herself again. "And get Henry's current babysitter on the line, I need to fire her."

Regina's young son Henry was quite the little charmer, even if sometimes he could be a bit shy. When he wasn't, he could channel his mother's fire and wit like nobody else. "Sure thing Ms. Mills. Do you also want me to hire another babysitter for him? Or check with another one of the regulars?"

Distractedly, Regina says, "Yes yes. Try to find someone who I've already screened that would be available for tonight. I plan to stay working late and I won't leave Henry alone."

And with a wave of her hand that lets her know she can leave, Emma heads back to her desk and gets ready to do the tasks assigned to her. She quickly texts Marian, the intrepid photographer with a penchant for superhero friends, and an amazing fashion sense.

'Mills asked to contact Supergirl…letting you know so if she mentions it you know what she's talking about.'

'Gotcha loud and clear' Marian promptly responds before she also adds, 'Is she going to demand I give her your number again?'

'Probably'. Emma groans and sighs, sagging in her chair. Someone should've warned her that leading a dual life was complicated.

Or rather, everyone did warn her, she's just too stubborn to listen. Someone needs to do it convincingly.

"So what's the world weary sigh for?" Emma looks up to see Walsh has wheeled his chair over to her and is looking expectantly at her. Walsh is a decent IT guy that had been at MillsCo for almost as long as she has, arriving a few months after Emma did. The two had formed a close bond, as is wont to happen when they're sitting in the same vicinity every weekday.

"Just cursing myself for deciding that a double life is a good idea. It's really probably the worst idea I've had," Emma grunts, leafing through her phonebook - old-fashioned but she needs one to keep up with all the numbers Ms. Mills throws at her - for the most recent babysitter, and then makes a mental note of later calling Belle to take over; she is a soft-speaking but capable sitter that Emma has personally met.

Walsh nods sagely. He's known about her secret identity ever since she decided to become Supergirl a little over two months ago, and even helped to make her costume, something she's eternally grateful for. Now he helps find people in need for her to rescue, as well as be the resident tech wizard. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. I mean come on, you're Supergirl."

She smiles at his antics, and hopes that confidence is enough.

And that was Chapter 1!

I have one more chapter written that I'll post soon, and then hopefully I'll finish Chapter 3 and get around to posting it!

Let me know what you thought!