It's been one hell of a week, guys. Hopefully this is as cathartic for you as it was for me.

Kara felt terrible.

When she had followed Barry and Cisco to the other earth, she hadn't really given it a second thought. Her friend needed her and so she did what she needed to do.

She also hadn't expected to be gone three days.

Three days with a certain pair of green eyes always lingering at the back of her mind.

The last time she had seen Lena was when NCPD was escorting her under protective custody back to her penthouse apartment. She had had every intention of stopping by L-Corp as Kara Danvers, Catco reporter, the next day, but getting transported to an alternate universe had ruined her plans.

She could only imagine how Lena felt, seemingly deserted in her hour of need by her only two friends in National City. Although after the way she had left things, both as Kara and Supergirl, she would be surprised if Lena even wanted to be her friend at all.

Which is exactly why she found herself in the L-Corp elevator holding two to-go cups and nervously sweating through her baby blue cardigan. When the elevator dinged its arrival on the top floor, she squared her shoulders and made her way to Jess' desk.

"Good morning Miss Danvers, Miss Luthor is in a meeting right now, but you can wait in her office if you'd like."

"Call me Kara, please." She set down one of the cups and slid it to the other woman. "Cinnamon latte still your favorite?"

Jess smiled and nodded and Kara was just about to turn away when she heard the assistant clear her throat nervously.

"Miss Luthor has been a little on edge lately. Just . . . a heads up."

Kara smiled sadly,

"I'm afraid I haven't really helped things."

Jess leaned over the desk conspiratorially.

"Between you and me, she was pretty disappointed when another Catco reporter showed up for the Cadmus interview instead of you."

Kara had seen the latest issue of Catco on her way over -

"Lena Luthor Saves the Day: Tech Mogul Foils Plans to Destroy National City's Alien Population."

It had made her smile, to know that Lena was at least getting the credit she deserved, even if Kara hadn't been able to say thanks like she wanted.

"I - was called out of town suddenly. Trust me, I would have loved to do the story."

"Miss Luthor is more understanding than people like to give her credit for, besides, she has a bit of a soft spot for you."

Jess winked, and Kara felt her cheeks heat up. She caught the implication that the other girl was getting at, but she highly doubted that she, Kara Danvers, had any sort of sway over Lena Luthor. She tried to hide her fluster behind a bright smile.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence!" She tipped her head at the other woman before stepping into Lena's office.

She had spent plenty of time in CEO offices, Rao knows Miss Grant had called Kara into hers enough, but Lena's office was different.

Where Miss Grant's office smelled . . . well devoid of smell other than a light hint of lavender soap and bourbon, Lena's smelled like expensive perfume and flowers.

Miss Grant's office was, for all intents and purposes, a glass fishbowl. Lena's was cozy and private while still providing an spectacular view of the city.

Miss Grant's couch was stiff and uncomfortable because - "Keira, if I have a comfortable couch then people will actually want to sit on it, and if they are sitting on my couch then they aren't doing the hundred other things that I need them to be doing." Lena's couch was probably one of the most comfortable that Kara had ever sat on, and she definitely hadn't thought about pressing Lena back on it, lips -

Nope, not going there.

She sighed heavily, trying desperately to clear her thoughts. She was here to apologize, and she would be lucky if Lena would even look at her, much less still want to be friends. The view out Lena's window drew her forward, and she quickly lost herself staring at the skyscrapers. There was something about being up so high that just made her feel at peace.

She was so caught up in gazing out over the city that she didn't even hear Lena approaching the office. The click of the door closing startled her out of her musings, but she didn't turn; instead waiting until Lena had come to stand beside her.

"Enjoying the view?" Lena's voice was low and soft - almost as if she were afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter the air between them.

Kara turned, skimming over Lena's black power suit. Her hair was straightened and fell past her shoulders, the neck of her blazer opened to reveal a dark red blouse the exact shade of Lena's lipstick. Her pencil skirt ended just above her knees, showing off shapely legs and finishing with heels that probably cost more than Kara's monthly salary.

"Best view in the city." She'd be lying if she said she was still talking about the window.

Her eyes flickered to Lena's, taking in the emotion hidden in those green depths. She looked nervous, and . . . sad. Kara supposed it would take a more than a few days to get over the revelation that one's mother was the head of a villainous organization.

She nervously thrust the cup in her hands towards the CEO.

"You brought me coffee?" Lena raised a perfect eyebrow, and she had to fight to keep her thoughts on track.

"Hot chocolate, actually. It's apology hot chocolate. Because I haven't been a very good friend lately. And then I disappeared without any explanation . . . I'm sorry."

Lena's eyes searched hers for a moment before she stepped away, crossing the room to sit on the couch. She kicked off her heels and leaned back before taking a long sip of her drink.

"Mmm." she hummed appreciatively. "Delicious."

"Hot chocolate always makes me feel better when I'm having a bad day."

"And you think I've had a bad day?" That perfect eyebrow rose again, sending Kara into a tailspin.

"I-uh-" She fiddled nervously with her glasses. "I - just - I thought. . . " she couldn't exactly blurt out the truth-

'I saw your face after you saved the world, and I've never wanted more to give someone a hug. But I couldn't, because I was Supergirl, and that would have been confusing for everyone.'

Her hand twitched toward her glasses, but she stilled it, forcing herself to meet Lena's emerald gaze.

"I saw the Catco article."

Lena's face hardened almost imperceptibly and she leaned forward, placing her hot chocolate on the table and folding her hands in front of her.

"I was surprised that they didn't send you to write the article, I was beginning to think you were CatCo's resident Lena Luthor expert."

Kara blushed and bit her lip at the double implication - no matter how unintentional. She wanted to reply with something witty and flirtatious, but she couldn't because she was here to comfort Lena, not flirt, damn it!

"About that . . . I know what it must look like, me disappearing right after I come and ask you weird questions about your mother - which I totally did not want to do by the way."

"You didn't?"

"No, I-"

She debated with herself about how much information to give. On one hand, Alex would probably kill her for giving out any information at all; but on the other she considered Lena one of her best friends and she felt horrible for ditching her in her time of need.

"Well, you know Supergirl and I are . . . close. And well, the people she works with don't exactly . . . well they don't trust you much. Because of . . . well, everything."

A look of pain crossed Lena's face, and Kara hurried to continue.

"Anyways, they had some doubts I guess, and Supergirl was frustrated with them because she knows you're good and not like the rest of your family - and so she came to me because she knows were friends and sometimes you and I talk about stuff and she said she convinced them to let me talk to you instead of them spying on you. Which sounds horrible I know, but she thought it was better than a bunch of government agents looking into your business. So I'm sorry if you felt like I was over stepping out friendship. My sister says I'm not very good at being sneaky."

"Supergirl thinks that I'm good?"

"Supergirl . . . Supergirl thinks you're a hero."

"Supergirl is a little naive."

"Supergirl is not naive!" Kara sputtered before taking a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn't defend Supergirl too much after all, that might look suspicious.

"She just sees the best in people. She sees the potential to be good. And with you, she knows that you have the strength to follow through."

Lena studied her for a moment before picking her cup of hot chocolate up again.

"Is that what Supergirl thinks or what you think?"

"It's what we both think."

The CEO fell silent, tracing the patterns on the cup with her fingers.

"Why did you disappear?" She finally asked, her voice quiet.

"I was . . . out of town." Even as she said the words, she could hear the uncertainty in them and she winced.

"Out of town?" Lena's voice had an icy edge to it, and Kara stepped forward, hoping to melt it away.

"A friend, he - he needed my help."

"A friend?"

Kara nodded.

"It was completely unexpected, and I didn't - well, it took a little longer than I anticipated, but, well - he saved my life once, so I kind of owe him."

Lena's head tilted to the side.

"The Blur?"

"What?"

"The Blur, Barry Allen, I believe his name is. You were thrown out of a top floor window at CatCo and he caught you."

"How did you-?"

For once, Lena was the one to blush.

"I did some research on you."

"Research?" Kara's heart pounded.

A Luthor doing research on the alter-ego of a Super . . .

That couldn't be good.

But Lena was different . . .

Wasn't she?

"After you came in with Clark Kent that day I wanted to know more about the cute not-reporter who bumbled all over herself in my office."

Blood thrummed in her ears and she fought to keep her feet firmly planted on the ground.

"And? What did you find? Besides the article about Barry saving me?"

"Well, judging by the internet; I found that you're a pretty talented painter, all pastel color look good on you, you eat a ridiculous amount of food for someone so fit, you love romantic comedies, and you're very close with your friends and sister."

"You found all that from a quick search?"

Lena snagged a red lip between perfect teeth, and Kara felt an odd but not unpleasant fluttering in her stomach.

"Well, it may have been more than a basic search, I sort of internet stalked you." Her eyes shot to Kara's, and she looked more worried than Kara had ever seen her. "Im hope that doesn't weird you out."

A short laugh bubbled up in Kara's throat.

"No! No. . . I . . . I'm flattered, actually."

Lena Luthor, billionaire CEO of L-Corp, and beautiful goddess extraordinaire had stalked her; Kara Danvers - rookie CatCo reporter and record holder of most potstickers eaten in one sitting at the China 1 restaurant on 7th street.

"Flattered enough to go on a date with me?" Lena's voice was steady, flirty even - but her uneven heart rate betrayed her.

- Not that Kara could say anything, her own heart felt about the way it had after her first time flying, the staccato beat drumming against her ribs.

"I - I would love to." She was fiddling with her glasses before could stop herself. "But . . . umm. I should probably tell you something first."

And oh Rao, Alex was going to kill her.

"Oh! well sit, please! You look nervous enough to fly away at an moment!"

IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!

Alex's voice from their teenage years screamed in her head and she used it to steady herself as she made her way to perch on the couch next to Lena.

"Well . . . uh . . . I . . . " Lena's hand reached out to grip hers, and she startled slightly, staring down at their interlocked fingers. "Uhhhhhhh."

"Whatever it is, Kara, you can tell me, I promise."

"I . . . haven't . . . been completely honest with you."

She held her breath, waiting for Lena to jerk her hand away in disgust, but instead the other woman's reply was soft.

"No?"

She searched Lena's face for any hint of unease, but all she saw was patience.

She could do this, she HAD to do this, especially if she wanted any chance of, well, whatever this was, working out with Lena.

"There's another reason why I wasn't able to contact you for three days."

Lena offered no response other than to squeeze her hand reassuringly.

"It's going to sound completely crazy." She warned.

"We live in a world where a girl in a red cape flies around and catches criminals - it's going to be hard to surprise me."

Her chest constricted painfully.

"The reason . . . the reason I couldn't contact you . . ." She forced herself to meet Lena's green eyes. "And I wanted to contact you, I did - more than you know. But I couldn't, because- well, Barry is from another dimension. Well, more like an alternate universe. And I know it sounds crazy, impossible even; but it's the truth. And I feel like you should know the truth."

Lena leaned back but kept her hand where it was. After a few minutes of searching Kara's face, she spoke.

"You're talking about the multiverse theory."

"I believe that's what Barry called it, yeah."

"It actually exists?!"

"I - I don't know the logistics of it, but yes?" She thought of the transporter Cisco had given her and vowed to let Lena take a look at it as soon as Alex and Winn were through with what would no doubt be countless DEO tests. Or maybe she could talk Alex into letting Lena help with the tests.

"That's amazing! I mean I always speculated, but to know it actually exists, wow!"

The CEO's face took on that dreamy quality it often did when discussing technology, and Kara smiled. Lena Luthor was nothing if not a giant nerd.

Really, it was crazy that she and Alex didn't get along better.

"So what you're saying is that after your meeting with me, your friend Barry transported you into a different universe and you're just now getting back?"

Kara squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. The need to tell Lena the truth overwhelmed her desire to keep her safe little bubble of secrets.

"You should also know that Supergirl was with me."

"Supergirl?"

"Well, Barry needed her, to you know, save the day; so she came along."

"So that's why my only two friends in National City went AWOL?"

Kara nodded.

"Convenient." Lena's eyes hardened at the edges but her voice held no malice.

"I know it seems that way, but it's the truth. I wanted to be here for you, SHE wanted to be here . . . " her voice trailed off.

"But the greater good won out." Lena finished for her.

She wanted to deny it in some way, to protest. But she couldn't; not when it was the truth.

The greater good always won out.

Over her own wants.

Over her own needs.

Over her own life.

The scary part of it was that she could see herself throwing away the whole world if it meant protecting Lena's life.

She didn't say that though.

It was too soon.

Too much.

Instead, she gripped Lena's hand tighter.

"I'm here now."

"That you are." Lena observed quietly, green eyes dropping to where their fingers linked together. "More than I can say for everyone else."

She searched Lena's face, wanting to say something, anything to take away some of the pain she saw there.

"Miss Luthor, your 10 o'clock is here." Jess's voice squawked through the intercom and Lena smiled regretfully.

"I would skip, but I've had this meeting booked for two months."

"No, I understand! I'm sorry I didn't have an appointment, I just couldn't let you think that I had deserted you."

A smile tempted at the corner of Lena's lips.

"I appreciate you stopping by, Kara."

She fought back a shiver at the way Lena said her name.

"I'll see you tonight?" The brunette inquired, reaching for her shoes.

"Tonight? Oh! Oh, right. Our . . . date. Of course, tonight." She pressed her glassed up her nose and flashed what she hoped was a confident smile. "I can't wait."

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