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Mark of a Warrior
Mated

Monday Dawn, Leaving National City, Still on the way to Project Cadmus

Hank took a look at the kissing brunettes, decided to shake his head and simply leave and deal with the drivers. He could consider the Danvers as part of his family, that it didn't give him the authority to have any say on whom they dated. Besides, he could tell the blonde was the one who needed the time.

"Hold on!" Kara could only shake her head when her biological aunt took her adoptive sister's legs and they wrapped around the naked waist without much prompting. "Astra, what's going on?"

"Little One," the older alien gasped, swallowing and squeezing the buttocks she had within reach; Alex gasped and moaned at the feeling, her trembling body holding on for dear life. "When you were branded, the fire easily consumed my body and healed the wound; I was close enough to the sun to replenish my energy and be able to return as a Tanto Flez.

"After coming back, I could feel and sense who was my mate, and through you and your worry, I knew something wrong was going on," she was now panting a little, and it would seem like Alex was returning to her senses as well. "I never thought I would garner such a strong reaction just by being with my mate."

"Ok, I'll just pretend it isn't weird that my sister and my aunt are mated," Kara stated, bewildered look on her face.

"Well, you can be thankful that we're not related by blood," Alex finally spoke, feeling her body being feverish and how her lower abdomen pulsed with heat, feeling like molten lava. "I know I am."

"Welcome back, Brave One," Astra whispered in a loving and tender tone that bellied her intense sexual attraction; it was a tone Kara had never heard her aunt direct at anyone, not even herself when she was a young child.

"Um, how come you know who your mate is and I didn't?" The blonde inquired, feeling something akin to betrayal. "I mean, I did touch the cursed silver."

"Little One," the older woman began, sighing, "I trained my whole life to be able to control this side of me, of course this would mean a stronger animal and a deeper affinity to it."

"Agent Danvers," Hank called, "give your sister and her aunt time to get changed. General Astra, I hope you'll take on a more active role in our cause now."

"Martian, I rather be killed by my mate again," she didn't allow her heart to look away, "than attack her. She's whom I've been waiting for my whole life, I don't plan on ruining it when it hasn't even begun."

"Good to hear," he replied. "Now then, let's get moving ladies, I don't believe we should torment Ms. Lane any further."

Alex blushed and left the truck, so Kara could take off her black attire and give it to her aunt to wear. The thought made her pause, a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Astra's smooth skin and strong muscles beneath, made her feel warm. Lucy was suddenly besides her, giving her a worried look. All the pale brunette could do was smile softly though and whisper reassurances.

Meanwhile, Astra smirked, knowing fully well what went through her mate's head, feeling smug as well at the way the clothes hugged her figure; she could tell how much teasing the younger woman would receive. Kara, for her part, had her mind racing regarding the whole mate debacle. There had to be other reasons, and it was obvious her aunt would follow her mate which meant if she had questions, she would have to ask them. She also had someone precious to her come back to life, and at that thought, she went to the woman and gave her a tight hug, ignoring the bare chest. Despite her military training, if the General was weak to something (other than kryptonite) was her niece, so the embrace was returned fully.

"I am happy to see you too, Little One," the whisper was soothing, the combing and petting helping ease the tension. A tender peck to the forehead as they began to separate, and Astra inquired, "have you found your mate yet?"

"Yeah . . . ." At the inquiring look and smile, she blushed. "Yes um, my boss."

"Hmmmm, that must be interesting."

"That's a complete understatement," the blonde said, then shook her head, knowing that no matter how embarrassing, she had to speak; she turned red either way. "I can't . . . every time I see her, I want to jump on her, claim her as mine." Astra laughed, finishing getting dressed, leaving a huge V displaying skin, obviously to tantalize the human outside. "Tell me it stops, please."

"Little One," the older kryptonian began with a hum, taking a hand and playing with the fingers for a bit, "the only way the craving ends, is with a claiming.

"Claim her, make her yours, and the urge will subside," she whispered before going for a hug herself, which wasn't like herself. "But, heed this warning; don't do it when you're transformed."

Kara then realized something, and before the short embrace could end, inquired, "wait, how exactly do I claim her?"

Aquamarine eyes turned wide at the question, and the younger woman blushed further. "Oh no Kara, no, it's not through sexual intercourse —" more shades of red, "though, of course, that only enhances the experience —"

"Please, Aunt Astra," she requested softly, "how exactly do I claim her?"

The brunette chuckled, moving to the exit of the vehicle and helping get the men inside the back, ignoring the man who was already there. "Simple, a bite on the base of the neck, right over the artery," she used her own neck to show more clearly where exactly, earning a growl from her mate; the martian stopped her agent before she could try to get things to escalate, and this made the warrior tremble with power. "This ability will be transmitted, bonding the two of you; if you're the beast though, they will be able to morph. However, if you remain human during the process, what is passed along is simply a resilience.

"Which, of course," they had finished placing the drivers on the back and she jumped down, gazing at her mate and the fire in their eyes spoke of their mutual attraction, "would be incredibly beneficial, considering how we could easily crush them if we're not careful."

"Alright then," J'onn said, in martian form, "Astra, you take one of the bikes, I'll fly Agent Danvers," it was clear that both women wanted to protest but knew why it was best that way, so said nothing. "Supergirl, you can take the other bike; Miss Lane shall ride on Krypto.

"Change the wheels, it should be enough to make for a distraction," he suggested, "then Miss Lane can go on it wherever she wants or needs."

"Why are we keeping one?" Alex inquired, puzzled.

"Because you'll grow tired of my carrying," the man replied, "and I cannot trust you and the General to keep things from escalating."

Lucy seemed to be unsatisfied about something. "The whole point of this was for all of us to return to National City," just for her to give the younger brunette an amused smirk, "even if you two would like to enjoy a honeymoon, I do not believe the timing is right."

"You do have a point Miss Lane," the man acknowledged with a bow of his head before turning to the two Danvers. "Alex, Kara, I have news regarding Jeremiah," he began with a sigh, "he's still alive, and in Cadmus."

Full Moon, National City, Cat's Fifth Penthouse

It was quite late, the full moon was already in the sky, giving perfect illumination. The alien barely kept her human form and Lucy quickly left on the bike once the tires had been changed. Krypto's disguise had been altered due to the amount he had eaten, and now the place were it had spots had turned white, while the places where his fur had been white, were now black. No matter how many questions would be asked, the kryptonian didn't feel like going to her own place and hide things. Oh no, not — especially — when the full moon was out.

Kara landed on Cat's room balcony along with Krypto-now-Skip, both going inside without making a single sound. The dog floated silently to the door and left the room, going to the kids' in order to keep them company. Kara went to the door as well, right after closing the one leading to the balcony, and was about to leave as well when the sound of sheets distracted her. Her focus changed and without further thought, closed the door and locked it, and on her way to the bed, discarded her suit.

"Cat?" She whispered so softly, she didn't know if she was heard.

She didn't even see the arms sneaking from the covers and pulling her close, giving her a kiss. She forgot everything right then.

The kiss deepened, pent-up emotions finally reaching limit, and everything left their minds when they realized the other was naked as well. They couldn't wait or take their time, it was something primal, a need more than anything, need of knowing the one besides them was really there. Of finally letting go of all inhibitions. Cat's hands were placed down besides her head, her legs wrapped around the alien's waist as hips moved; Kara didn't go for more kisses, she just kept nuzzling the point her aunt taught her, licked the place. She didn't feel the change going over her, all she needed was to claim her mate.

Cat, for her part, felt the fur, the huge paws pinning her hands down and even though there was no panic and no fear, her puzzlement stemmed from the fact that, she wanted her Kara, not the dramonicus. Then, she felt the bite; the searing pain that crossed through her entire being and pulled at her as her entire body changed and, before she could express her feelings vocally, she bit the exact same spot on her mate. Another ripple ran up and down their bodies, with Kara finally realizing what had happened; her jaw loosened and she began stepping back, terrified.

The sight that greeted her was just, mind-blowing. A lion, sandy-brown fur, white belly, distinctly female but for what could be taken for a mullet instead of a mane, was lying face up on the bed. A feral snarl that spoke of an eagerness to engage had her on edge, but instead of attacking she appeared to be shrinking, till the human she had known for the past year appeared. It took Kara's breath away, pulled her from her dramonicus self as she went back to the woman who was her mate, her partner, her love, heart and life. Taking a porcelain cheek on a hand, she gave Cat Grant, Queen of all Media, the most enticing kiss.

"Promise me," Cat panted, having been left quite breathless, "promise me you won't ever turn into that, again."

"Cat —"

"Promise me Kara," the older woman practically begged. "I do not wish to risk our children —"

"I promise you, Love," the younger blonde stated, leaning down for a deeper, more loving, kiss; it earned her a gasp, "that I'll never turn again."

And that primal side also promised, since it lived to serve its mate.

Full Moon, National City's Outskirts, Cadmus Possible Road

J'onn didn't have to be a mind-reader to know that the full moon was pulling at both women. He gave thanks that at least the alien could control herself. So, when they decided to check in at a motel, he gave them the one farthest and without many neighbors. It was a preferred location for him, since he intruded less on others' thoughts, but he would practice caution with the two women.

For their part, they both managed to behave and even behind the closed door, they were both reluctant on being the first to cave. Their pride got them nowhere when they, finally, kissed. Still, Alex was the first to approach, Astra the first to touch with a hand to her waist, and they both met the other half-way.

Like being drunk, they held on to each other as though for dear life. Astra was conscious of their need for clothes, since the last thing she wanted or needed, was for her mate to go around without clothes. No, she wasn't against such an idea, but she fear what she would do to those passersby who would stare. And really, how could they do anything but? So she kept those hands from tearing things off, taking her time. Once they were completely naked though, she could feel the need as strong as her own, requesting for release. Still keeping those hands back, she nuzzled the right spot. Only, Alex wasn't being keen on letting her have her way.

"Please Brave One," she begged, "please."

"Astra . . . ." She breathed, getting her hand free and pushing those long and painful fangs on her neck. There was no more need for permission, and the feeling was enough for her to gleefully claim the younger woman as her own. The pain seemed to cause more pleasure than not as Alex cried out the name in ecstasy. "Astra!"

The gasp only made the older woman hover, and although she didn't have long canine teeth of her own, the human mimicked the action and bit as hard as she could. It enticed the Tanto Flez but, didn't push the beast to reveal itself. Finally releasing each other, they simply stared, panting; their bodies already a sweaty mess, Astra simply took them from the wall they were using, making those strong and well-defined legs to hold tighter to her waist. The action made her groan and growl at the same time, a noise so primal that it made her mate shudder.

Alex couldn't help but condemn their age gap, since despite her looks, the woman she couldn't imagine living without could very well be fifty or forty years older than her, if not more. So much more experienced, as well as married although, hopefully, the kryptonian ritual was also 'till death do us part' and it had become void when she killed her own mate. The thought itself made her freeze, even more when she realized something her sister had told her.

"Brave One, what's wrong?" She inquired softly, searching soft brown with her own piercing blue.

"Your people do not have divorces." It was a blunt statement.

"Yes, this means this that's happening now, can never happen again," Astra defined, making a motion between them with her left index finger.

"You're married to Non."

The kryptonian only shook her head. "This symbol — this Mark of a Warrior, is stronger than anything, and take precedence. If he wishes to dispute either of our claims, I'll have to kill him without spilling blood.

"If I allow myself or my weapons, to be tainted by his blood," a shrug at the irrationality of the words being said, "it means I claim him, which at this point would make me go insane."

"This claim is what defined your no-divorce policy," Alex realized, and after finding comfort in the fact that what she had with Astra was much stronger than anything in either world, it brought her a degree peace and comfort. "Kiss me, Astra, kiss me and make my body and soul yours."

"You wish to carry our children?" The older woman inquired with a light frown; it was evident that the human had no idea what she was requesting.

"Is that what it means, you making me yours whole and fully," intense brown eyes met sapphire, and with a tug at the neck, she made her request of them lying on the bed; the alien did as requested. "Then yes," she hissed directly at her mate's ear, "make me yours in all levels Astra, I wish for our love to be born, and I want to be the one to bear it."

Astra, with tears in her eyes at hearing the honest confession, made tender and fulfilling love to the woman with whom she wanted to be with, for all eternity.

Cat was exhausted, laying on her back, holding the alien at a distance with a trembling arm. Until it just fell down from her fatigue. Kara chuckled, amused, licking her lips. She decided that she was satisfied enough, took her mate and placed her over herself as she laid on her back. With a hum, she took joy on the short hair, making it even more so disorderly. Cat huffed at the action, just to sigh without strength; being close to the younger woman, she felt her strength being restored; of course the endless stamina stood to reason, considering the woman to whom she was mated was Supergirl.

"Cat?" The insecurity on her lover's voice made her worry.

"Are you okay, Kara?" She inquired, a flash of fear came and disappear; no, there was no way her mate had just discovered that they weren't meant to be.

"Cat, this is forever right?"

"Beg your pardon?" It was quite a confusing question for her.

"Well, I know you've had several divorces —"

"Why is my past being brought up?"

"Because, well this —" Kara motioned to the two of them with her left index finger, "this is forever."

"Oh good," the relief of those words puzzled the alien, so the older blonde decided to elaborate, "you, Kara, you are worth fighting for," Cat stated, looking at her assistant in the most tender manner, "you are worth thinking about starting a new family, about trying hard to be happy with the simple and worthwhile things.

"Just you, all of your sides that encompasses everything about you, whether we're here or there, under a red sun," this last, was whispered next to the alien's ear before their lips met in their most tender kiss ever, before the older woman grimaced a bit. "I really should have thought better about that kiss, considering where your mouth was."

But the younger woman expertly ignored all this. "Would you really like for us to have a family, all four of us?"

"Yes, of —" another tender and chaste kiss made her growl. "Didn't you hear a word I said?"

"I want us to have a child," Kara dismissed the words, and Cat finally acquired the strength to sit straddling the younger woman. "I want us to have a bigger family."

"I'm uncertain I can bear a child for you," the human stated, although she had no idea how that would work with an alien or if they ought to search for a surrogate father.

"I'll carry it," she had no idea what she meant, all she knew was "I want us all to have a family, as genius as they can be born, as strange as they would be while growing."

"Considering they would be ours," the older blonde began with a sigh, "I have no doubt they would be quite strange.

"Would they inherit your powers?"

". . . ." It was a valid question, one for which she had no answers. "I do believe so, yes."

"Okay, I want to have our first," Cat began with a sigh, ignoring her own thoughts and leaning down for another soft kiss, "you can have the next three."

"We're going to have that many?!" Kara certainly hadn't thought that far ahead, but at the deeper kiss she received, all such thoughts left her mind. "I'll have as many as you would like."

"You can have one," Astra said, panting; it had been on her head for a while, "but I don't want to risk your frail humanity with carrying more."

"Would they have your powers?" Alex inquired, puzzled frown in place.

"Since they would be ours, and it would be through this Mark," she traced the shape on her lover's hand, "then yes, yes they would."

"Then I want to carry more than one."

The statement was done as the human went for more, pushing the alien on her back and going to take care of those lips she had been itching to take that were below the waist.

The night was spent learning about each other, about their bodies and their reactions. Learning how far to push, how much their human mates could handle while they themselves pushed the obvious boundaries. They went at it till early in the morning, and for some reason, both Cat and Alex appeared to have more than enough energy to handle whatever their Tuesday could bring. Alex was capable of using the bike that was left with joy and a sense of freedom, Cat remained quiet while Kara stumbled over her words to explain to their children what was going on. Complete with exposing her secret; the CEO worried over her son, but he seemed to have gotten back to his hero-worshiping days due to the smaller older girl.

They became awed by the fact that Krypto was now their very own pup, who was going to go with them to school. Kara had been quick about it, and saying Cat Grant's name was a sure-way of getting things moving and opening doors. Skip was now Sylvan's Service Dog; in order to be able to integrate back to society she was given the pup as an excuse. In any case, both women felt better if they were being accompanied by the alien life form.

Now, Kara had business with Lucy and the DEO, and of course, being CEO meant Cat had an actual job to do.

"I am not entirely comfortable being away from you," Kara muttered darkly, her hair turning a shade lighter, canine teeth elongating into fangs as a snarl appeared. At her mate's gentle touch on the cheek, the transformation receded as she sought further comfort from the contact. "Love . . . ."

"Kara, I need you to listen to me carefully," the older blonde began, her eyes further green than brown or amber meeting soft blue, "you, have a duty to this city beyond me. For now, you need to fulfill that promise you made before the one you made to me."

"Cat . . . ." A chaste and sweet kiss ended all thought.

"Love. Mate," Cat realized this term was further encompassing than any other. "I, shall be fine. You go out there and make sure our city is safe, for everyone, ok?"

Blue eyes glazed over, a breathless "yes" making evident that her primal side wished to do what Cat asked.

Morning, CatCo Plaza

One of the reasons she had requested for her mate to leave, was so she could speak to Siobhan. Besides getting the Hobbit to analyze the email she had received, she knew her love would never write such a thing. So, she had to put a stop to it all, specially since she knew that, whatever had happened back then between herself and her hero, it wasn't for anyone else to pry on.

"Siobhan, come in," she said, motioning to one of the chairs by her desk; funny how, even before realizing what made Kara so special, she had always invited the girl to sit with her on the couch. "Make yourself comfortable.

"I'd offer you a cappuccino, but as you can see we're a bit . . ." she grimaced and rolled her eyes at the incompetents aiming to do her mate's job, "short-staffed at the moment."

"What happened to Kara?" The tanned woman inquired in a not-really-subtle manner.

"Mm, funny you should ask." The CEO began, not sounding particularly amused. "I very rarely have to say this, Siobhan, but I think I made a terrible mistake."

"Oh?" The glee was barely contained on that single syllable.

"Uh-huh." Hazel turned amber and she managed to control her anger, barely. "Kara has been a tremendous assistant, as I'm sure you observed during your brief time here. Who could have ever thought that underneath that prim little sweater-set was a simmering cauldron of rage just waiting to boil over?"

"I don't understand." Siobhan replied, confused.

"She sent me an email, telling me what she thinks of me in terms that are, well, highly unsuitable to repeat in a professional setting." Cat did a finger motion off-handedly. "Called me names that I haven't heard since the last mediation with my ex-husband."

"That is so surprising." The former assistant said, preening.

"Yes, I thought so too," Cat motioned to the outside of her fishbowl, "which is why I found someone who did an obsessive study of Kara for the past two years."

"Winn?" The brunette inquired, looking puzzled.

"I analyzed the typing speed and patterns on the hard drive." He said, holding a folder. "It didn't match Kara's, but it did match yours."

"Ms. Grant, I can explain —"

"Thank you Will," the older woman dismissed, making a waving notion; the young man stepped outside and closed the doors. "Now, I thought you were smarter Smythe. How closely have you been following my career?"

"Very closely Ms. Grant —"

"Then, do you remember a former employee called Leslie?" At the paleness of the face, Cat simply nodded, taking the response for a positive answer. "The reason for that, and this, is because you're trying to smear something I made, something I created."

The Queen of All Media stood and surveyed her kingdom. "This is the epitome of my creations, someone to guide and help bring about real change.

"I will not allow you, Leslie, or even Supergirl herself, to destroy all of my hard work."

"Miss Grant —!"

"No — save it for the police." The blonde stated, frown in place; this was what silenced her former employee in the first place. "Because that's who you'll be talking to if you ever pull something like that again.

"Now, get out of my office and resume work." The brunette froze, was paralyzed by the words, eyes wide. Cat went to stand and then lean a bit to look into the younger woman's eyes. "I can recognize talent, and it took guts to figure out the truth but, if you dare to pull this kind of stunt again, I'll make sure you cannot work in any kind of media ever again. Understood?"

"Yes." The whisper was satisfying enough.

"Good, now go out there and answer the phones," she demanded, frown in place, "if I ever get another second assistant, I'll fire you," she muttered, not caring if the brunette heard or not.

Not feeling any better, she went to the balcony and took a few moments to center herself and take a few deep breaths. This was in order to help Kara as much as herself, and it would be better to keep the younger woman close just in case anything like this happened again.

There was more at stake; her mate, their family, their future — she wasn't going to let anyone ruin it.

Notes: This is truly how the story is meant to end, following the rest of the series; I do realize that some things would change and differ, like the last battle, which would feature Astra, as well as a better explanation as to why Cat would remain unaffected, since she wouldn't wear anything, gift or not, that wasn't from her family, so Lord's earrings wouldn't make the cut

So, the question appears: would you like to read more about this universe or not?
Meaning if you would like to read another multi-chapter story about this AU

The reason why it ends here, is because it was never meant to diverge so much from the original and it could still follow it; I understand if you want more on this Alternate Universe, so be sure to let me know if you do or if you don't