Kara had felt pain in her life but this was excruciating. She felt so angry, she could fail her cause, she couldn't let these weaklings win. Supergirl was so close to her, mid air too, watching as her doppelganger screamed.

Light started to erupt from her body while Supergirl looked at her with compassion, even started to move closer, reaching out…when Overgirl screamed even louder as the pain got worse. She didn't think it was possible, but she was being torn apparat, molecule by molecule, until she just burst. So this was death.

Except this was not. It felt like it was seconds ago, Overgirl gasped as she sat up in a bed, everything was white. She looked around still a little out of breath, a hospital.

She sat up and felt a sting, there was a drip line attached to her arm. How was that possible? She immediately yanked it out, there was a little blood. She was not supposed to be able to bleed. She removed everything that was attached to her, making her heart monitor bip loudly. People ran in but froze as they saw her conscious, most of the team left except for a nurse.

"You need to calm down. It's okay"

"What is the meaning of this? Where am I?"

It didn't help that the nurse was an African American. This meant something was very wrong.

The woman frowned and stepped closer. "You are safe at St Rose Hospital. Do you remember what happened? Why you are here?"

"I…" Kara frowned, she was holding on as tight as she could on the bed's rails, nothing happened. She had no strength. Added to the fact that she could bleed. It probably meant she didn't have any power here. Where the hell was she?

She was frowning as she listened to the nurse, nurse Harris. She didn't say much but a doctor stepped in. A young man introduced himself as Doctor Moore. He asked a few basic questions, she wasn't in which universe she was. She was sure it wasn't her own or the one she was in where she fought not so long ago.

At least she didn't time travel. These people were so easy to read. She couldn't use her real name, so she used the first one she could think of, her doppelganger.

"Things are kind of unclear. I am…Kara Danvers"

At this the doctor made a sign to the nurse who nodded as she stepped out.

"Do you have any emergency contact you'd like us to get in touch with?"

"No" Was her firm and stern answer. She took a deep breath, she had to act frail. "I'd rather not…" She closed her arms in front of her trying to look like she was reassuring herself.

The doctor nodded, thinking the girl knew more than she was saying but chose not to say more. After all she had been found naked in the streets of national city.

"Do you remember what happened before? Why you are here?"

Her face hardened just by thinking about the last few days, the battles. "No. I don't"

"You have no idea how you could have ended up naked near the docks of national city?" He knew it was insensitive, but he wanted her to speak.

Thus, she was in a place called National City. She shook her head in the negative.

He sighed as he looked at her chart. "The rape kit came in negative, and all in all you seemed pretty healthy, exhausted but healthy, except for your heart?"

She had put her left hand on top of her chest before he even said heart.

"It's a pretty severe deterioration. You need a heart transplant"

She just looked away. She knew she needed a heart transplant, and she nearly had it too. Damn Supergirl.

He then explained to her how she had been added to wait list for a heart, the medication he was prescribing. She half listened, letting him finish before telling him.

"Fine. Now that it's all. I'm leaving"

"No. I can't allow that. You are too weak to…"

She looked up at him giving him a death stare. She couldn't believe he had called her weak, she hated it even more because at the moment it was kind of true. Her body was weak but her mind remained stronger than theirs.

"I didn't ask. I'm going to leave"

"Then you'll need to sign a waiver, stipulating that you are leaving against medical advice. And you'll have to see a psychotherapist before you leave, I want to be sure you are not a danger to yourself or others"

She twisted and grunted as she got off her bed and stood up in front of him, she was as tall as he was. She was threatening even in an hospital grown. "No. I said I was leaving"

He took a step back. "This is not up for negotiation. If you want to leave you'll see a professional"

She clenched her jaws. She just wanted to snap his neck and be done with it. She knew she couldn't. She was powerless in an unfamiliar world, she needed to regroup, gather intelligence. She had to remain under the radar. "Fine"

He didn't wait for anything more before leaving the room in a rush, making her chuckle.

She looked around, learning about her environment. A nurse brought her clothes, what they had managed to find. It was simple black pants and a strange yellow shirt. Too bright to her liking but she didn't have a choice. Though she had to admit the white shoes were very comfortable.

Once she was told she'd have to wait a few hours she took advantage of that time to slip out and roam a little. Remembering her alter ego had glasses she found a pair. She wondered if the other Kara had a thing for looking as meek as possible.

She got back to her room after collecting as much data as she could. She got a map off the city in the hall too. She didn't really watch tv, the glimpse she had seemed very frivolous.

The interview with the psychiatrist was easy, she knew how to manipulate this kind of people. Even if it was not perfect there was nothing that could allow them to keep her in against her will, so she signed a few papers and stepped out.

She didn't pull out the map, she just walked around glaring at some, standing tall even if she felt tired. Until she came to find it and scoffed. There was a huge statue of Supergirl in front of her, she was glaring hard at the ridiculous thing.

"Kara?" She was surprised to hear someone call her name. She remembered herself to be careful. Whoever this was, it was not her she knew.

Walking closer to her was a pale woman, with black hair and green eyes. She was dressed as a business woman, her red lipstick clashing with the white teeth of her smile. "Kara what are you doing here? I thought you were going away for a couple of weeks for a weeding?"

Ding ding ding. This was her enemy's world, and from her attitude towards her this was her enemy's…friend?

"Hey…" She had no idea what this woman's name was. "I got back early"

"Everything is okay?"

"Yep! Don't worry"

"So…since I'm technically your boss I know you still have a good week off. Would you like to go grab a bite?"

"Sure"

The woman pulled out her phone to call her driver. The armed men were for her then, bodyguards. That woman had power.

As soon as she hung up the stranger tuned to her. "He'll be here in a minute"

Kara nodded, not sure what to say, knowing that she didn't want to blow her cover by saying something, but awkward silence wasn't the best idea either.

"Where are we going?"

"I know you love surprises, so I guess you'll have to wait"

Overgirl hated surprises, she needed to know things to be in control at all times.

"Don't worry. There will be no kale. I promise"

A limousine pulled up and immediately the brunette opened the door for her. "Ladies first"

"In that case. I'm pretty sure you should get in before me"

A black eyebrow was raised at the blonde, she didn't have time to speak, the driver had joined them. "Miss Luthor let me"

He moved as if to grab the door and Overgirl witnessed the transformation. The woman so warm and friendly towards her grew tall in her heels, her strong jaw tensed as she glared at the man. He took a step back.

At that moment, this Miss Luthor exuded power. Strong and cold authority. Overgirl could help but smile at the display. She stepped forward. "A man stepping in when a woman is being courteous towards her lady" Kara tusked as she got in the car.

Green eyes grew wide with surprise, soft on her. Overgirl got a glimpse of a blush on the woman's cheeks, while the driver took the opportunity to run back to his seat.

Kara smirked. Who was this woman? What was her relationship with her doppelganger? She knew when not to waste a good opportunity. Whoever she was, she could use. And if her alter ego came back…there was so much potential…

Lena couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Kara was awkward like she could be, but this was different.

Little things were off.

Lena had managed to get a table at a new French restaurant that had opened recently and Kara used all the right utensils. Usually her friend would only use the dinner fork. Lena supposed it was due to its size, bigger to be able to eat more. That wasn't the case today.

She tried to speak about the wedding, but the blonde in front of her was deflecting.

Even if the way she seemed to enjoy her food was fitting Kara's persona.

Overgirl was feeling so tired, she kept on rubbing her eyes, was this how humans felt all the time?

If there was one thing that she really loved, it was a good meal, that had always been her weakness. The food was amazing. She let out a contentment sigh after another mouthful.

This Miss Luthor, whose first name was still unknown, was very interesting. They hadn't been together for an hour but she could already see this was a complicated person. A very smart one at that. She knew she couldn't portray her doppelganger perfectly, she didn't spend enough time with her.

This brunette, it seemed, analyzed everything around her. She was carefully observing her. Was it because it was part of who she was or was the other Kara always the center of her attention?

She couldn't afford the get caught in some lies, not when she was so pathetically weak. Not in front of her.

Finally, she pulled down her fork, wiped her mouth with the napkin.

Luthor smiled at her. "Do you want some desert?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Genuinely smiled Overgirl. The woman in front of her laughed at her, and it felt…good. It was probably the amazing meal talking. There was no way she could like one of her alter ego's friends.

"I know, but I just had to ask, you seem a little different"

The way these green eyes looked at her she knew, this was a play.

Kara leaned back into her seat, rubbed her eyes again. "I…I'll…something happened at the wedding… there is a big chunk of my time missing"

Luthor moved forward into her seat immediately, moving her hand as if to reach out. Overgirl obliged, it was something the other one would have done. It felt weird. Human contact. She barely touched people anymore, unless she was kicking them down. She couldn't help but look at their hands as the other woman spoke.

"Oh my god. Are you okay? Did you see a doctor? Did anything…" She trailed off for a second. "If someone did something to you…"

Kara squeezed her hand, she liked this reaction. She understood but didn't forget her part. "No…I just don't remember… I'm not…hurt or anything"

"You know that if you…the name Lena Luthor can get you many things. Anything you need. What did your sister say?"

Thankfully desert arrived at that time. Their hands separated as the plates were set down by the waiter. This was the perfect timing, she needed it to think.

First, she took note that the name of this woman was Lena Luthor. Then she thought about a sister, her alter ego's sister? It didn't take long for her to connect the dots, they had been watching them before making a move. Know your enemy.

"She met someone at the wedding"

"Good for her to get a rebound after breaking up with her girlfriend, but that doesn't excuse her from not being here for you" Okay Lena seemed to feel very strongly about the way her sister acted, like it was personal. Could she sense a weakness she could use or was all about Her?

"I…kind lost some things too, like my bag, with my phone…and I don't know her number because my phone remembered it for me." She paused, giving it time to sink in, but not too much. "Since my keys were in my bag, I'm kind of locked out of my place too. I can't even go home" After her whine, she rubbed her eyes again, before looking down at her plate. She slowly grabbed her desert fork and tried the chocolate coulant with vanilla ice cream and some raspberries. She actually moaned as it reached her taste buds.

Lena's mind was running as fast as it could. She was more than worried at what she was hearing, that could explain how strangely her friend was acting. Her imagination was already going through the worst scenarios… what could have really happened…why wouldn't Kara simply reach her landlord or a something to get her flat's door opened?

It was obvious she didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to reach out to her sister. Something was very wrong. She pretty much hinted that she was looking for a place to stay...

Her train of thought derailed as she watched Kara moan as she savored her cake, licking the fork clean. That was sinful.

Lena bit her lower lip as she just watched her best friend have a moment with this cake.

Overgirl had to admit she was a tiny bit impressed when she saw where Lena was living, a huge apartment on top of a building she probably owned. As she stepped in she surprised to see how scarce the decoration was, not that many personal items. The main color was white, very clean, everything in order, it looked immaculate.

She wasn't sure how to react, had the other Kara been here before?

Lena removed her bag, put her keys in its bowl, got her jacket off then removed her heels with a groan, rubbed each foot for a second before setting it on the floor.

"I feel better already" She walked up to the blonde and Kara was surprised she didn't see that before. The height difference between them, Lena was considerably smaller, but she appeared as she had impressive stature, it was all in her attitudes, wasn't it?

Overgirl looked down at herself. "Do you have something I could wear?"

"Sure" Smiled Lena. "Something comfy coming right up"

It barely took a few minutes for the brunette to come back, but Kara was standing at the same place, waiting. She hadn't moved at all, which was strange, she should be canvasing the area.

"Here, some sweats" Clothes in hands, Lena were handing them out but Kara didn't take them instead she grabbed the hem of her shirt before swiftly lifting it and removing it completely. Lena's jaw dropped, eyes going from her best friend's face to her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra…then even lower, abs…

Lena's mouth was suddenly dry, she gulped then licked her lips. Otherwise she was frozen.

Overgirl knew she had made a faux pas, she slowly took the sweat shirt from slightly shaky hands before putting it on.

"I'm sorry. I can see I made you feel uncomfortable. I'm not very shy about my body" She was part of an army for so long, she was used to changing with others.

"You have no reason to be" Lena's voice was higher than usual at the end of her sentence. She cleared her throat. "I just…wasn't expecting"

"I guess I'd better go in another room to put on the pants, right?" Smiled Overgirl, she was enjoying the obvious power she had in this situation. If her doppelganger had a platonic relationship with this woman, like it would seem after that, then she wasn't sure she understood it.

An image appeared in Lena's mind as Kara mentioned taking off her pants "Do you want a drink? I need a drink" She just turned around walking up to her bar. Usually she'd enjoy a good glass of wine, but she needed something stronger.

Overgirl smirked behind the brunette's back, she noisily removed her pants, watching the other woman's back tense as she did so, before putting on the black sweat pants. She looked down at herself, she had worn worse than that with this National City University sweat shirt.

Lena closed her eyes for a second as she heard clothes drop on the floor as remembered she didn't tell Kara she had to leave the room to change, and her back was turned. She poured herself a big glass of whiskey before drinking it in one go.

She would have never expected Kara to be so brazen about her body, with the way she dressed herself and all. Not that they had ever been in a situation requiring them to change.

Kara was definitely acting strangely.

Without turning around. She didn't feel like she could yet, she asked again. "I don't think I heard you reply. Would you like something to drink?"

She could hear the smile in the blonde's voice as she said "Could I get a hot chocolate with marshmallows?"

Then she asked for something like that, it was so Kara she couldn't help but smile as she pulled out what she need for that. Knowing it would be wine for herself.

It was still dark and she really didn't want to wake up, but her bladder was painfully full. She groaned and turned around, maybe she'd be able to go back to sleep.

After a few minutes she gave up. She knew that last glass of wine was a bad idea, but at the time it felt like she needed it.

She groaned once more as she rolled out of bed. One of the reason she had opted for hard wood floor was that is wasn't too cold for her who spent most of her time at home barefoot. She had to put up with shoes, heels, enough at work.

Her mind wandered as she consciously thought that she shouldn't get too aware, too awake, she intended on going right back to bed after this. She was finishing this night.

She tiptoed to the restroom quickly in the dark, on her way back the walked passed Kara's room again and stopped. She heard a noise. Frowning she leaned in closer to the door. There it is was again.

She pondered for a second what should be her next move. She was already worried about her friend because of the strange way she had been acting, hearing whimper after whimper only made it worse. She cracked the door opened without walking in.

Lena could see Kara turning and tossing under the covers, was she crying? The brunette immediately stepped in calling her friend's name softly. "Kara?"

She repeated it as she got closer "Kara?"

Kara wasn't waking up. Lena was close enough to touch her. She leaned and put her hand on the blonde's shoulder, the one that was poking out of the sheets. She was burning. She had to be louder "Kara?!"

Still nothing, she reached her face, touching her forehead, not only was she most likely running a fever but she was soaked. She was sick and probably having a nightmare. "Kara darling you need to wake up"

Lena moved back for a second, turning on the bedside lamp before coming back. This time she sat on the bed before lowering her hand to her friend's cheek, caressing it with her thumb. She was passed worried she was scared. "Kara!"

Finally, she was greeted by a familiar shade of blue, but they seemed lost. As if she wasn't recognizing her. It was like her eyes were opened but she wasn't really there.

Kara was back at the beginning. Her pod had just landed, more like crashed but it's not like she felt it. She cried as she struggled to get out, until it popped opened and she winced at the sunlight. It was so strong. Once her eyes were acclimated she could see this place was really as beautiful as her parents had described. Blue sky, trees…and she was amazed as she realized she could hear animals singing…birds.

She climbed down and looked around her. She was in a meadow. She was swirling around on herself, seeing things, hearing things. It was so much. Too much. This was too much to handle. Did she come all this way to just fail?

Her breathing quickened, spots appeared in her vision until she dropped.

Lena ran to the bathroom where she grabbed a cloth, filled a bowl with water, not too cold. She came back as fast she could. Taking back her place next to the blonde. Softly she wiped her friend's face. Kara let out a sigh and seemed to relax.

"It's going to be okay" Kept on repeating Lena, probably more to reassure herself than anything else. She wasn't used to taking care of others. She never had anyone this close in a long time. She was so scared.

Kara opened her blue eyes. "What…? What's going on? Where…?"

"You're at my place remember? You're running a high fever"

"Hmm…" Things were coming back to Overgirl, god did she feel pathetic. She licked her lips, her mouth was so dry. "Water? Could I get…a glass?"

Lena's eyes grew wide. "Of course! I'll be right back!" She put down the bowl on the side table and was out.

Kara closed her eyes again. She felt terrible. She shouldn't feel like this. She was Overgirl. A goddess among weaklings. Had she truly become one of them? She couldn't get sick. Her thoughts trailed off as she fell back into slumber just as Lena ran back in with a bottle and glass.

Lena sat down and called out Kara's name without any response again. She sighed as she put what she brought on the bedside table, picking up the bowl again.

Kara woke up in a small cell, metal walls, on a small cot. As soon as she sat up a man dressed in white walked in and stared to speak in a language she had been taught in the pod. German.

She'd never forget his bony face. He was a skinny man, a mop of black hair with cruel brown eyes. He told her she had been found and brought in by the Reich.

She learned years later that people had found her, bringing her to a doctor to realized she had a steel skin. Instantly they thought about Overman and still unconscious, she was handed to the authorities.

They didn't explain a lot for a long time, she only knew that medical facility. She was brought out and tested. Her strength, her resistance to cold, heat, pressure, radiations… She fought at first but she was put back in the cell she couldn't escape from. Starved.

She was barely a teen as she cried every night, rolling herself into a ball. Crying for herself. For her planet. For her little cousin they told her they had. He was one of the reasons why she complied too. Her duty was to him first.

Then they started to teach her. Tell her why they had to do what they did. To understand her superior biology. They explained what Kryptonite was, made her feel it. The different kind and what it did.

They were trying to build a better world by purging it from the weak. They needed to best of them to be willing to endure and sacrifice to build their future. She was a big part in it. Every day, it was pain and propaganda.

They convinced her that enduring the pain was making her stronger. Emotions were making her weaker.

The thin man, Doctor Blechmann as she came to know him, had a way to speak to her, as if he knew some things about Krypton. To build better human they were breeding. It felt disgusting and primitive in a way to her, but then, babies were usually engineered on Krypton, their genes carefully selected to fit their purposes. She felt his disgusting presence into her mind.

The more she listened and obeyed the more freedom she got. She got better food. When they let her outside she was pretty much already programmed. Where else would she go? She was alone. She was still worried about her cousin, whom she wasn't allowed to see, unless it was on pictures.

When she was sixteen. It was a day she would never forget. She was led into a hangar, facing a tall man so familiar. His pale blue eyes.

She didn't falter as he introduced himself as her cousin and explained he was a fighter for the Reich. He didn't like their method but did what was necessary to achieve peace. Humanity would never be peaceful unless it was imposed. The Reich was doing it. He would do it. They would do it together.

Kara had been unconscious for barely a few minutes before reopening her eyes. Lena was looking into blue eyes again. She didn't pause, instantly she grabbed the glass filled with water. Barely managed to pull her friend's head up enough so she could drink without chocking.

The blonde took long and loud gulps. The water felt so good and so cold as it went down her pipes.

Lena had felt the shirt Kara had on to sleep. It was soaked. As soon as she had put away the nearly empty glass. She peeled off the sheet and could see her friend shiver.

"I'm sorry Kara, but we need to change your shirt"

She slowly lifted the shirt while Kara was trying to help her, clenching her jaws as she moved. She wasn't going to make a noise caused by pain. That she could do. Lena pulled the sheets back on the shivering body.

"I'll bring you a new one. I'll be right back"

Overgirl nodded, not being able to remember when someone had been so caring with her. Not even her husband. Their relationship was strong, based on their respective strengths. They were a good fit, however…it was cold. She couldn't help but feel some kind of warmth coming from the Luthor girl. Was it coming from her or was she creating it into her? She puffed thinking she was delirious before falling back into her mind.

It wasn't long after her encounter with Kal L, he was called Karl here. That she was brought back to the hangar. She was ashamed to say she felt that day. Hoping to see him again, instead another man was brought in. He was dark of hair and eyes, although she was sure for his hair and skin. He was disgusting. Smelt terrible.

He never even looked up at her once. He seemed lost as he was staring at the floor. He was wearing what seemed to be a louse uniform on his skinny frame. White and black stipes. Dirty too.

Doctor Blechmann joined her, standing close, he tended to step into her personal space. He told her once she had no personal space, it was the Reich's.

The man was an enemy, not a combatant but because he was born so. She didn't understand. She knew how they worked by now, but there was no need to kill him to get a better humanity.

The doctor spoke and spoke. The stranger never moving. She understood pretty fast what they expected of her. They wanted her to kill him. She refused. They burned him alive. She closed her eyes. His screams resonating into her mind. The smell of his burning flesh making her gag.

The next day was the same with a different prisoner. Except this time, she had to watch. Still she refused to kill.

The day after that. She was clenching her jaws as the doctor was urging her to participate in the purge. She was shaking her head, saying no. But they were going to burn someone else. She couldn't witness it again. She screamed as the heat built into her eyes. She was crying as she killed him. The death was instantaneous.

That was it. It didn't take long for her to close herself to emotions after that. She couldn't live and feel at the same time. The military training really started.

Lena wasn't blind to Kara's figure as she quickly wiped her sweat but felt nothing sexual. She was very caring as she was moving. Treating her friend's body with nothing but respect and devotion before putting on a clean shirt on the girl.

She recovered Kara, bent to kiss her forehead before going to get her phone. She was getting her doctor to come as soon as possible.

Kara saluted the Doctor as she had been told to. She went through a basic physical exam. That was the day he had a gift for her. Special eyedrops, designed especially for her. Just like the Führer had.

A mix of different product, including some red Kryptonite to make her more alert, stronger. They had finally found a perfect compound, no lasting effect. She'd need them to keep on getting her dose.

They were right. It worked perfectly she felt stronger, in body and in mind. So much better in fact that she wondered why should she follow their orders? After all, compared to her they were the weaklings.

It didn't take her long to climb up the ranks. She was going to be the one giving orders. They paired her up with a man. A power couple. It didn't stop her, didn't even slow her down.

He fell in love with her, she did her duty but cared more about the Reich's power. Her power.

Kara jumped out of sleep as she felt a hand on her. The voice she wasn't familiar with. She swatted away the tan hand. An Hispanic man was standing over her.

"No!" Her voice cracked. "Get away from me!"

Lena appeared in her line of sight. "Kara it's okay." She grabbed the hand that had just feverishly pushed the stranger's touch away.

"This is my physician. The best in town, Doctor Portero. You can trust him" Overgirl was still glaring at the man. "Kara please"

Lena locked eyes with the blonde as she stroked her hair. "Please"

Kara closed her eyes as she gulped. She grabbed the Luthor's hand, holding it before nodding.

Lena didn't move as her physician did his job. She didn't like the deep frown on his face. As he was done he motioned for her to step outside. Kara was out again but still she did as little noise as she could while stepping out and closing the door behind them.

"It seems your friend is going through withdrawals"

"Withdrawals?!" What the f… "No. Not Kara. She would never"

"I'm pretty certain this is what is happening. Hasn't she been acting strangely? Erratic? Disappearing for odd reasons? Or no reasons? Finding herself in strange situations? With unbalanced people?"

Lena frowned as she was thinking about the past differently. She had been so sure that Kara was acting this way because she was Supergirl. At least 90% chances in her mind. A part of herself always doubting Kara's motive for hanging out with her. Self-doubt.

Could she have been so self-centered that she didn't realize Kara needed help?

Mon-el or Mike whatever was his name. She didn't like him. Unbalanced people. The way she kept on disappearing, saying weird things.

No one could be that happy all the time?!

And how could she be Supergirl when she was obviously so sick. Supergirl was invincible. Wasn't she? No. She wasn't going to stab her or anything to check.

"I can do a simple blood test, or even on a strand of her hair to be sure if you'd like"

"No. No. I can't do that without her consent" She shook her head from side to side. She was getting a headache to go with the pain she was feeling in her chest as she was thinking about her best friend.

"I can look for a spot at a rehab center if you…"

Lena couldn't even let him finish. "No. No"

"Detoxing can be done at home, even if it can be dangerous without knowing what she was taking. You should know that…Her heart seemed to be…weak. Drug use can have very severe effect…She should get other exams done"

Lena took a few steps back to sit down. She wanted to cry. "Could we take care of it here?"

"It would be very expensive to…" He didn't finish because of the look he got. "Of course Miss Luthor" He bowed.