This chapter is set between 3x09 and 3x10. The episodes take place two days apart. Mostly writing this as fluff to try and figure out if I want to try and continue to loosely follow the actual Supergirl plot or diverge and create my own. So yeah, enjoy this and thank you all for reading.

Most of this chapter will be Sam/Rhiannon (I'd love it if you all came up with a ship name for them), and a mother/daughter moment with Lena and Rhiannon too. And don't worry! Kara is going to come around eventually.

You're out there
I hear you calling from behind the star fields
I feel you
Radiating energy like eternal northern lights

Far from the sun

Where no one knows
I've watched you from
My telescope
I will travel the distance in your eyes
Interstellar light years from you
Supernova: we'll fuse when we collide
Awaking in the light of all the stars aligned
I see you
Washing over me across the sky
Overcoming
Projected on my eyes eternally
I find you in the night
Far from the sun
Where no one knows
I've watched you from
My telescope
I will travel the distance in your eyes
Interstellar light years from you
Supernova: we'll fuse when we collide
Awaking in the light of all the stars aligned

When Sam awoke, Rhiannon was not in bed beside her- admittedly, Sam's mind was a little fuzzy and she didn't exactly remember why Rhiannon was in her bed in the first place. It had been comforting, however, and Sam couldn't remember the last time she'd shared her bed with anyone aside from Ruby. Slowly, her head reeling and her shoulder oddly sore, Sam pushed herself out of bed. Maybe Rhiannon had left earlier to go spend Christmas morning with Kara, but.. where was Ruby? Sam instantly began to panic, and she moved toward the stairs quickly until she heard the melodic sounds of laughter from the kitchen. A familiar smell wafted up to Sam's nose, peaking her curiosity as she headed toward the kitchen.

"You're still here..?" Sam asked as she hesitantly headed into the kitchen, the sight before her a quaint surprise. "And you're making pancakes?" Sam wasn't sure where Rhiannon had learned to make pancakes, considering she'd never had to cook before. Ruby was sitting at the counter, a grin still plastered on her face. Rhiannon and Ruby seemed to be getting along well enough.

"Oh! Yeah," Rhiannon smiled as she turned to Sam, flipping the half-done pancake onto its other side. A whole plate of pancakes sat nearby. "Sorry, uh.. morning. I didn't want to wake you, and I didn't know if I was supposed to leave either... so I made breakfast." She offered Sam a tentative, nervous smile.

"How'd.. you get here?" Sam asked.

"Oh," Rhiannon blinked. Truthfully, she'd wiped Sam's memory of the incident from last night- just to keep things safe. "You fell asleep in your office. Lena sent me over to check on you, so I woke you up and brought you home."

"And you stayed?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, you asked me to." Rhiannon shrugged simply as she turned her attention back to the pancake. "Happy Chris-must, though."

"Christmas," Ruby corrected with a small nod, though she was smiling, "it's Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, mom."

"Merry Christmas, you two." Sam couldn't help but chuckle. Sure, it was sweet of Lena to send Rhiannon to check up on her- and it was sweet of Rhiannon to bring her home and make breakfast. Rhiannon offered Sam a smile of adoration, which Sam was surprised to find she liked seeing on Rhiannon's features.

"Feel free to go ahead and eat." Rhiannon said as she settled the pancake in the pan onto the stack of pancakes on the plate. "But, ah.. I have to go."

"You're not going to stay?" Ruby asked, quirking an eyebrow. "But you made breakfast?"

"I.. I know." Rhiannon shrugged, unsure of what to say. She was still worried about Kara, and she really needed to check on her. Besides, it was Christmas- and she figured Sam would want to spend it with Ruby. "It's Christmas," Rhiannon began, "and.. I'm sure you two would like to spend it together as a family. Besides, I'm sure Kara needs me." She smiled at Ruby, "It was nice talking to you, you know." She smiled at Sam, the gesture lingering, before she ducked her head and meandered past Sam. Their arms brushed momentarily, but it was Ruby who stopped Rhiannon.

"Hey, you like my mom, right?" Ruby asked.

"Well, yeah-" Rhiannon began, but was cut off.

"And mom, you like Rhiannon right?" Ruby asked.

"She's my friend, of course-"

"You're free tonight at seven, right?" Ruby turned to Rhiannon.

"At seven?" Rhiannon blinked, confused. "I.. I mean, I think so?"

Ruby smiled and looked at Sam. "And you're free too, right?"

"I.. I mean, I'm not working tonight since Lena gave me the day off but.. I think so, yeah, but-"

"Great!" Ruby grinned. "I'm not. You two can go on without me, have fun on your nice, formal date at Noonan's!" Rhiannon couldn't help but laugh nervously and head for the door, not completely sure why Ruby had annunciated the word 'formal'.

"I.. what?! What are you going to be busy with on Christmas?" Sam managed to choke out, half-embarrassed and half-impressed at her daughter's antics. Ruby only laughed and shook her head as she made her way to the pancakes.

"Not getting in the way of your date." Ruby teased as she snatched a couple of pancakes.

Rhiannon wished more than anything that she could go to the DEO; however, part of Rhiannon knew she would not be allowed inside. Rhiannon was still dangerous, still a threat, and still someone that no one wanted around..

Well, except for Sam. Sam seemed to want Rhiannon around- and so did Lena. And Rhiannon loved them for that. Love was such a strange concept to Rhiannon, it certainly wasn't anything she'd experienced before or knew how to comprehend. With pain Rhiannon could determine what was happening, she knew what was coming. But love and affection was something much, much more different. Rhiannon mulled over these feelings, these thoughts, on the edge of a high-rise building. Sometime before Sam and Ruby had awoken, Rhiannon had ditched her hero suit back at Kara's apartment and changed. Now she sat comfortably in a white T-shirt, a sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of slightly torn jeans. Her combat boot clad feet hung over the building's edge, the breeze gently moving Rhiannon's legs and hair to the side as she peered at the sky from behind her Aviator sunglasses.

These clothing items, of course, had been graciously provided by Lena- who seemed to take an interest in what clothes Rhiannon seemed most comfortable in. Rhiannon didn't mind, of course, she enjoyed Lena's affection... even though Rhiannon wished Kara would show her more affection too, even though Rhiannon was acutely aware that Kara did not want Rhiannon. Then Rhiannon's thoughts shifted to James and her old life, and Rhiannon wondered when Bi-Gen would cause more problems for her. Rhiannon knew it wouldn't be until James's suit was fully functional, which bought Rhiannon a little time, but not enough.

Rhiannon was learning quickly that time was not on her side.

Time was fleeting, tearing Kara and Sam away from her- and part of Rhiannon wondered if there was anything she could do to save her mother and her friend. Briefly Rhiannon squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. She wondered if she would ever be able to live a normal life, or anything that loosely resembled normal... whatever normal was, anyway. If Rhiannon could guess, it was definitely something that involved not being created in a laboratory or possessing inhuman powers. Normal was probably something that meant the exact opposite of what Rhiannon was. Rhiannon was not normal, she was not human- and she never would be. She would always be a danger, an anomaly, an outcast. Perhaps Rhiannon would never belong anywhere, not truly, and she didn't doubt that she'd remain unwanted by most. Rhiannon pursed her lips again and hugged herself, her eyes prickling slightly with fearful tears at the notion of her forced solitude. If left uninterrupted, Rhiannon would've remained trapped within her thoughts forever- but thankfully, an alarming noise drew Rhiannon from her mind. It was the flip phone Lena had gifted to Rhiannon along with the suit, something that would easily allow Lena to keep in touch with Rhiannon without either of them drawing unwanted trouble toward themselves. Rhiannon was grateful for the device, and for Lena's care, as she drew the phone from her pocket.

"Hi, mom." Rhiannon greeted, erasing the sorrow from her voice. Lena didn't need to hear Rhiannon's emotional disarray, not when there was so much more for Lena to worry about.

"Rhi! Hi!" Lena's cheerful voice radiated through the phone. "Are you doing alright? You didn't come home last night," Rhiannon's eyes widened. She'd forgotten to let Lena know Rhiannon had been with Sam and not in danger, or dead.

"No, no I- I'm okay, mom." Rhiannon said, overcome with the intense desire to explain herself. "I'm so, so sorry for worrying you. Sam.. Sam asked me to stay over, so I did and now I'm-"

"It's okay, Rhiannon." Lena chuckled on the other end. "I know. Sam told me when she asked me to keep an eye on Ruby for the night."

"I.. you knew?" Rhiannon blinked. "Then why'd you-?"

"I only knew about the date part," Lena chuckled. "I didn't know you slept with her."

Rhiannon's cheeks tinted pink, "I didn't sleep with her! Not like that," She muttered.

"Well, still," Lena laughed, "I guess I'll have to give Sam the 'don't hurt my daughter' talk, eh? Why don't you head on over to my house and we'll find you something to wear, yeah?"

"Alright, alright.." Rhiannon muttered. "I'll head over. Bye, mom." With that; Rhiannon hung up, shoved the phone into her pocket, and leapt into the air.

"So let me get this straight," A small laugh escaped Lena's throat as she and Rhiannon headed down a hallway, "Ruby asked her own mother out for you?" Lena couldn't seem to get over the story, her eyes glinted with amusement as Rhiannon blushed in embarrassment and glanced toward the floor.

"Yeah, Ruby asked Sam out for me. But to be fair, I didn't have any intentions of asking Sam out.. at the moment, at least." Rhiannon admitted, folding her arms over her chest. "It just sorta.. happened." She shrugged. Lena shook her head, smiling slightly, as she led Rhiannon into a dressing room-slash-closet of sorts. Rhiannon had never been in a room like it before, nor had she ever really expected to be in one. Then again, Lena was wealthy and it wasn't necessarily surprising that she had a walk-in-closet.

"I don't really use this room much." Lena admitted. "Most of it is clothes from my youth. I'm guessing that, hopefully, something here will fit you. That way you'll have something to wear, and something from me that you can always keep."

Rhiannon frowned softly and shook her head, "You've already done a lot for me, mom."

"God," Lena's lip quivered, "it's so.. weird hearing you say that."

"I can stop if you'd-"

"No. I like it." Lena said dismissively, hugging Rhiannon close. "You're still my daughter, Rhiannon, and you can't change that."

"I wouldn't change it for the world." Rhiannon said quietly, burying her face in Lena's neck. "You're stuck with me now."

"Even though you tried to kill me." Lena smiled, allowing her eyes to fall shut.

"I didn't-"

"You didn't want to, I know." Lena said softly. "It's okay. All is forgiven, you still saved my life too. I love you." A soft whimper left Rhiannon's throat. In truth, she had never heard those words before- she had never been loved or cared for, yet.. in the small amount of time Lena had known Rhiannon that was all the older woman had done- care for Rhiannon, show her affection. Hearing those words, those three damned words, only made Rhiannon hug her mother closer as a small sob escaped Rhiannon's chest.

"You mean that?" Rhiannon asked quietly, still in a slight state of disbelief.

"I love you, Rhiannon Danvers." Lena enforced softly. "I know I haven't known you long. But you're my daughter, and I love you. You are so much more than what they created you to be... you're you, and I love you."

"I love you too, mom," Rhiannon murmured quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as small tears pried themselves out from between her eyelids, "thank you. Thank you for everything." Rhiannon heard Lena sniffle slightly, she felt her mother's heart speed up a little. Maybe they weren't so different, although Rhiannon had partially suspected as much. Lena held onto Rhiannon for a few more minutes before she released the girl and offered a slight smile.

"Enough of the sad stuff, let's get you ready alright?"

Sam nervously tapped her fingers against the table, chewing her lip as she did so. She'd arrived about fifteen minutes early, mostly out of anxiety, and had already been seated. Rhiannon hadn't arrived yet, and Sam wasn't sure why she was so worried. Maybe it was the fact Sam hadn't dated anyone in... well, a very long time. Sam didn't even know if she and Rhiannon were dating, this was only a first date and- oh God, did Sam want a second date? She liked Rhiannon, and there was something about her, something alluring, that made Sam like her more. Maybe it was the fact she'd stayed to make Sam and Ruby pancakes, or just the awkward niceness Rhiannon had in general. Did Sam even like girls? Sam wasn't sure, and she was beginning to over-analyze the situation. Was her dress nice enough? Sam didn't know how Ruby had gotten her to agree to the sleek silver gown, especially when Sam had never intended to wear it in the first place. Sam's fingers moved to worry the tablecloth, her brow furrowed in a nervous focus until a comfortingly familiar voice drew her away.

"Is this seat taken?" Rhiannon asked, flashing Sam a gleamingly nervous grin as she sat down. Sam felt a little relieved when she saw that her counterpart was just as nervous and awkward as she was. Rhiannon took a moment to admire Sam, a familiar pinkness tinting her cheeks. "You're just as pretty as a Picasso painting," She offered, and Sam couldn't help but smile.

"You do know how Picasso painted people, right?" Sam teased, causing Rhiannon's features to redden a little more.

"I.. well, yeah, I just.. I mean.." Rhiannon's flustered panic was adorable, and she began to worry a napkin between her fingers- the exact same habit Sam had given into seconds before. Sam reached across the table and settled her hand upon Rhiannon's, smiling- though she was slightly surprised when she didn't feel Rhiannon tense beneath her touch.

"It's okay." Sam's eyes locked onto Rhiannon's. "I get it, and you're sweet. You look nice, too." Sam smiled again and admired Rhiannon's suit, something that Sam didn't doubt had belonged to Lena once- it was too nice, too fancy for it to have belonged to Kara.

Their night at Noonan's continued at a surprisingly pleasant pace, and Sam was surprised to find that she'd been worried for nothing after all. Rhiannon didn't have much to share, but she listened to Sam with a devotion and interest Sam hadn't seen in any man- or woman, really- before. There was a curiosity in Rhiannon's eyes, an intense hunger for knowledge- an intensity to learn, to devour information wholeheartedly. Rhiannon genuinely wanted to learn about Sam, and about Ruby. Rhiannon didn't ignore the fact that Sam was a mother, which Sam found herself appreciating. Rhiannon was the one who paid the check, who thanked the waiter.

And at the end of their dinner, Rhiannon looked up at Sam and asked, "Can I take you somewhere?"

"Well, I mean," Sam grinned, "you already have haven't you?"

Rhiannon smiled and shook her head, "No, I mean.. not here, somewhere else."

"Of course you can." Sam nodded, standing just as Rhiannon did once the waiter had brought their receipt. "Where to?"

Rhiannon offered Sam her hand, which Sam took into her own, and smiled. "You'll see." With a gentle tug, Rhiannon pulled Sam out into the night street. It was a lovely night, really- not too cold, not too warm.. the perfect Christmas night. Sam wore a jacket, though Rhiannon didn't seem to have brought any sort of coat- perhaps she could just keep herself warm, Sam didn't know.

"I... really enjoy my time with you." Rhiannon said after a moment. "And I adore Ruby. I know I haven't known either of you for too long, but I'm fond of you and your daughter." She said simply. "I'd like to get to know you more in the future."

"Yeah," Sam nodded her agreement, studying Rhiannon affectionately, "I'd like that too, Rhiannon."

It didn't take long for Sam to realize they were headed for the park. It was a romantic gesture, especially with the moon so full and bright in the sky, and it took Sam by surprise when Rhiannon pulled her into the center of the park and spun her around. Sam hadn't danced in a long time, and she wasn't sure where or how Rhiannon had learned to dance when the girl had literally never done anything else before in her life. Sam still went with it, and after a few moments she pulled Rhiannon closer and swayed beneath the moonlight with her. A breeze tousled Rhiannon's hair and caressed Sam's cheek, but neither of them knew what to say. They just stared at the other in admiration and disbelief. Sam couldn't help but ask herself what Ruby had gotten her into, especially now that her feelings for Rhiannon- whatever they had been before- were beginning to grow, beginning to form a warm ball in the pit of Sam's stomach.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine." Sam stated after a few moments of silence, confident in her flirtatious remark. Rhiannon smiled and glanced at the ground- or was she looking at Sam's boobs? Sam didn't know, but she didn't mind either.

"I do too." Rhiannon admitted. "It's nice, and your hands are warm... I've never been used to nice, but.. I'd like to get used to you... if that makes sense, it sounds stupid now, I'm sorry, but-"

Sam laughed softly and shook her head, moving to press her lips against Rhiannon's. It, the initial kiss, was quick. It ended as soon as it had begun, but it was enough to silence Rhiannon. "You don't have to apologize for anything." Sam offered gently. "I'd like to get used to you, too."

Rhiannon cleared her throat, which suddenly felt dry. "Alright," She murmured awkwardly, "well.. does that mean you'll kiss me again?"

Sam rolled her eyes, although she was smiling, and moved to settle her hands on Rhiannon's hips. Rhiannon's hands moved to cup Sam's cheeks as their lips connected again, searing against each other. Then Sam kissed Rhiannon again, and again, and again, until all Rhiannon could really feel was the buzzing in her head and the butterflies in her chest.