Merlin woke with heaving coughs. Rolling to his side he ignored the ache of long since stiff muscles, concentrating on not coughing a lung up. Everything felt grimy and he could tell he was coated in a thick layer of something. He barely had given it a thought before a great deluge of water came pouring down over himself. Spluttering he blinked, looking around.
He stared uncomprehendingly around the...ruins? Shoving a mouldering wood that was covering his lower legs off, he stood up. He ached, it was like he hadn’t moved in years. Stretching, he cracked his back and looked around. What was this place? Why was he here? His eyes stopped on a tomb.
There was nothing about the stone with intricately carved letters across that said tomb, or whom it belonged to, but deep in his mind he knew. Stepping forward he reached out, touching it only for his memories to flash through his mind. Arthur! It was time! Gripping the stone top, he put his back into it and heaved.
Grunting, he stopped and panted. Why had he agreed to use limestone for this? Sure it would keep the magic contained but…wait. Magic. He slapped his own forehead and stepped back. A wave of his hand and the great stone slab moved with a grating sound before crashing to the side.
His nose wrinkled at the smell coming from the tomb. Peeking inside, he grimaced. They were going to kill him. Besides looking just as they had after fighting the horrible battle, it seemed that the bleeding hadn’t stopped immediately upon the enchantment, leaving them lying what looked like an inch or two of blood. Reaching down, he held his breath as he placed his fingers against Arthur’s neck. He nearly sobbed at the feeling of a pulse beneath them.
Pulling his hand back he grinned down at them. Kara was unconscious still, but he could see that it was transitioning from a magical sleep to a true one as her forehead crinkled. Turning, he dug his trunk out from under some rubble and pulled out the clean clothes he’d packed for both of them. Smiling in victory he hauled them, as well as a bar of soap, out. Turning to the ruins, he frowned. Well that wouldn’t do; he hadn’t selected this room for it to be in this shape when he woke up.
Waving his arms and murmuring words of power he slowly returned the room to it’s former glory. Pleased, he put his hands on his hips and walked to what should have been a lovely scrying pool, but it had dried out with age. Merlin bit his lip...if they’d slept too long he wasn’t responsible. Cracking his knuckles he conjured a lot of hot water filling the pool with steaming clear water.
Hearing movement he jogged back to the open tomb. His face lit up, and a weight that had settled over him that day on the battlefield lifted. Words didn’t come, he was just too happy as he stared at the confused, blinking eyes of Kara looking up at him and then over at Arthur’s snoring form. Finally she opened her mouth a few times before croaking. “Why is Arthur spooning me?” Frowning she glanced around. “Where’s Morgana?”
Merlin laughed while leaning down and clasping her hand. “Let’s get you out of there and cleaned up.”
Kara shifted and clearly felt the liquid around her. Her nose scrunched up in disgust. “Please.” She accepted his hand up and let him haul her up to her feet and then out of the tomb.
“Once Arthur is awake I’ll explain everything.” Merlin couldn’t help it, disgusting post war and wounds dripping blood regardless, he hauled her into a tight hug. “You have no idea how good it is to see you.”
She patted his back before pulling back and glancing back into the tomb. “Should we get him out of there?”
Merlin cocked his head. That probably would be for the best. “Think you can help haul the prat out?”
“Sure, I’m just...stiff. How long were we in there?” She asked while cautiously while moving over to help pull the king out.
As he grabbed the other side of Arthur and lifted, Merlin bit his lip. “I’m not really sure. A long time? I’ve kinda been asleep as well. Figured it would help make time go faster.”
“That’s…” She seemed to remember he wouldn’t be explaining until Arthur was awake. Her eyes landed on the scrying pool. “Is that a bath?” Kara’s voice was eager and breathy with desire.
“Yup!” He proudly puffed up. “Why don’t you clean up while see what can be done about food?”
She smiled over at him. “Sounds good.”
He rubbed the back of his head before ducking out of the room and wandering to the edge of the isle. Closing his eyes, he focused on food and summoned. Arms loaded with fruit and chicken in a strange sort of clear box, he trotted back to the ritual room. Politely averting his eyes from the scrying pool he checked Arthur while setting his loot down. Fortunately the king was still snoring, though he’d shifted some.
Smiling Merlin glared at the odd clear box and vanished it with magic leaving only the chicken. Proud of himself he pulled out metal plates from his trunk and set up the meal. With that done, he glared at the dirty inside of the tomb. If they hadn’t have been in a hurry they could have at least made it not disgusting. Shaking his head, his eyes glowed and the filth inside of it vanished.
“I feel properly alive after that.” Kara’s voice came from where she was brushing her hair out with her fingers. Her face was serious as she looked at him now. “Where are Morgana and Gwen? I can hear your heart rate speeding up.”
Merlin bit his lip. “They’re… Once the royal prat is up we’re going to go off and find them.”
Kara’s face instantly went on alert, her shoulders squaring up. “Are they in danger?”
“No!” He yelped, jumping forward and resting a hand on her shoulder. “Morgana should be fine, she’s just a bit...lost. Not really sure where Gwen is but she should be fine too.”
There was a groan from the floor. “What on earth happened?”
They both turned towards Arthur. Merlin felt his face split in two his smile was so large. His king was back! He bounced on the balls of his feet as he stepped over to him, only to pause at the disgusted look Arthur was giving himself, his nose scrunched at the smell of death and battle.
“Explain.” Arthur ordered from where he was sitting, holding a leg of chicken. He was freshly bathed and changed. Kara, who was sitting next to him, had already eaten half the chicken and at least a dozen apples.
Merlin sighed and sat down from where he’d been pacing. “So you know in all the prophecies you’re called the Once and Future King right?”
Arthur nodded but didn’t speak up. Instead he ravenously began to eat.
“Well, Morgana’s visions all started ending in your death. Like, every possible future always ended with you dying. I mean even when they were fuzzy around the edges as they got after a few years she always knew you were going to die. And not a good death.” He reached up and rubbed at the back of his head. HIs eyes darted to Kara. “She knew you’d just talk about changing destiny, so she came to me about it. We decided that if we couldn’t change destiny than we needed to circumvent it.”
Kara blinked. “But I’d have helped.” She sounded genuinely hurt that she hadn’t been consulted on this.
“It wasn’t like that.” Merlin winced. “We knew you would, but we needed magic to do it. And you did help.” His eyes flickered to the tomb and back. “We went through everything the druids had on life and rebirth came to some conclusions. Arthur was destined to be reborn as a king again in the future, this time without the whole pesky destined death thing. But what about his memories, who he was? We weren’t sure if you’d keep those. And we knew Gwen would die eventually of something. As would Morgana. Leaving Kara and I to just sorta sit around waiting you to be reborn, possibly without memories.”
Kara looked sick. Arthur reached out and slapped his hand on her back awkwardly. “Well that didn’t happen clearly.” He looked pointedly at Merlin. “What did happen?”
“We might have cursed you so that your soul was eternally stuck in your body…” He sped up his explanation at the thunderous look on Arthur’s face. “It’s an old curse meant to trap one’s enemies from being reborn in the next life. But we figured with magic and well, fae stuff, we could keep your body going and just not lose you even if you technically died. The whole horrible bit of trying to bring the dead back isn’t getting bodies to work again, it’s getting the souls back. But if your soul was already there…”
“Then it wouldn’t be resurrection, and wouldn’t cost a life.” Kara murmured in understanding before nodding. “That’s kind of brilliant.”
He preened. “Well then we started working on a way to make his body a bit less killable. Morgana had the idea of linking him to you.” Merlin looked to Kara. “You are theoretically immortal. And with magic, she and I both could keep ourselves alive as long as necessary. The plan was once Arthur was mortally wounded we stick you both into the enchanted box linking you up. We’d of course written in enchantments to try and keep you both out till Morgana’s soul would be brought back. Souls tend to...group up? We figured Gwen would be easy enough to find around the same time. But well we weren’t expecting what happened.”
“Did...did I die?” Kara asked suddenly her hand pressing to her chest. “I remember burning. And Morgana was telling me to find her.”
Merlin shook his head. “Nearly.” Looked at Arthur pointedly. “Arthur did die from a stupid stab wound. It nicked his liver. But Kara, you burnt out your powers and all our enchantments were for if you had powers and just….Morgana pushed all of her magic into a single spell. She created a ball of sunlight in your chest. It was...crude but you survived so it worked.” He grinned at them a bit bashfully. “You're both alive.”
Kara went unnaturally still. “When are we Merlin? How long have we been in this tomb?”
“I don’t know exactly.” He flinched at the horror on her face and held up his hand. “When I put myself into an enchanted sleep it was just after Mordred had been crowned king. Morgana caught the plague without her magic to protect her the year after the battle.” Merlin cringed at the look of utter devastation on Kara’s face and pushed on. “Gwen lived a long time and ruled well. I...I stayed by her side till the end. But then, I made sure Camelot was in good hands and came here. I’m not sure how well it all worked. But we should be in the future, as close to the time you fell through that portal.”
Arthur grabbed Kara and hauled her into a tight hug. He glared at Merlin over the top of her head and mouthed ‘idiot’. He looked close to tears himself as he held her in his arms.
“2006.” Kara closed her eyes. “I’m thirteen, freshly landed on earth in 2006. What are we supposed to do for eleven years without altering the timeline and preventing me from going back in time?”
Arthur cleared his throat. “I don’t care what time it is, everyone needs soldiers.” He crossed his arms and shifted uncomfortably in his...sneakers.
“Uh...” Merlin looked back and forth between them. “Not to contradict you, but before that... shouldn’t we find like...papers saying who we are?”
Arthur narrowed his eyes. “I’m not changing my name.”
“Well you and Kara can be siblings.” Merlin gave them a critical look over. “I mean you both have the whole blond hair and blue eyed thing going on. Probably pass as twins actually. But...I don’t look related to you guys.”
Arthur let out a sigh and slung his arm over Merlin’s shoulders. “You’re my husband, idiot.”
Kara grumbled under her breath. “I need to go smash my rock.”
“Your emergency plan is to find a rock?” Merlin looked at her in surprise.
“Well we can’t have anyone messing up the timeline looking for me. Also, we’ll need money for illegal paperwork. I might have hidden some of the stuff I dug up under my rock.” She crossed her arms and bit her lip. “Like...enough gemstones we should be good.”
Arthur ran a hand through his hair. “Right, Kara finds and destroys the rock, we should probably find where to get these papers.”
“Um…” Kara looked back and forth between them with a wince. “You don’t exactly speak the language in case you haven’t noticed.”
Merlin nodded, he had noticed that around the time he’d just summoned clothing out of the shop for them. “I have a spell that could help with that….I mean we’ll feel like hell but we’ll learn far faster.”
“I hate you so much right now.” Arthur grumbled.
Ten years later
Kara stood staring at her apartment’s door. There was light shining in her hallway. It was bright and she could feel nothing but panic. A warm hand settled on her shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready.”
She didn’t look back, just breathing deeply she reached out and turned the handle to her old apartment. It was surreal for the familiar turn, after all why would a superhero need to lock their doors? The door swung open and she stared at the home that had been her’s a lifetime ago.
The bags of groceries were still on the floor, two sunflowers in a jar on the vase. Everything was open, bright and filled with color. Walking into the room the familiar smell filled her nose bringing back memories she’d long since pressed to the back of her mind. Oh Rao she could smell Alex. Her steps were purposeful as she walked into the space. Trailing a finger along the counter her lips turned up into a bitter smile. No dust, this world had felt no absence. It was like her life had never happened.
Moving further inside, she looked at the photographs around the living room, the throw blanket on the couch, the open rack of clothing she hadn’t worn in decades, yet there it was. She ignored the quiet bickering from the boys as they put her groceries away. Reaching out she picked up the coat she’d laid on the back of a chair on her way out all those years ago. “It doesn’t… It doesn’t feel real.”
Merlin made a noise of understanding as he stepped to her side. Arthur just flopped on the couch. “Rao this thing is comfortable.” He looked around the room curiously. “I have to say, this is not what I expected the great Ser Zorel’s home to look like.”
“I hasn’t changed at all.” Kara said slowly. She ran her hand over the hangers of clothing. It was so different from the fine fabrics and thick cloth from her time as a knight, and so much softer than the tactical uniform she’d become accustomed to since arriving in the future, or was it the present?
Arthur made a sound. “I can’t believe you left the food out. I mean, at least put the food away before jumping dimensions.”
She looked at him, amused, the ache in her chest easing a bit at his familiar face. “Who fell asleep in their dinner last week?”
He grumbled while Merlin snickered. Shaking her head she looked to a picture of Alex. “Now what?”
“Uh…” Merlin gave her a helpless look. “Maybe go see your sister? We can get set up here while you do that.”
She forced down the panic at the mention of her sister. “Set up here?”
“You didn’t think we were letting you live here by yourself did you?” Merlin scoffed. “I bought the apartment next door. It only took a little magic to convince the lady that she really wanted to sell. We’re knocking out the wall between them and making a super apartment.” He clapped his hands eagerly. “Ten years of army barracks and I’m ready for a bed.”
Arthur let out a grunt from the couch. “You can keep the bed, I never want to leave this couch. Kara where did you get this?”
Merlin put his hands on his hips, glaring at Arthur. “You’re the muscle in this relationship and you have a day of furniture moving ahead of you. I already conscripted some of the new recruits to help out.”
Kara opened her mouth and then closed it. “Thank you.” She knew they were trying to help her ease into this reality. “I...I need to see Alex. Then Lena.”
“Not to like..disagree with you but why not Morgana… Lena first? Arthur asked from the couch.
She could feel her hands shaking. “I...I don’t know if I can...she’s not…”
Merlin hauled her into a tight hug. “It’s still her soul, even if the memories aren’t there. And you have the bracelet. It’s going to be ok.” He rubbed her back gently. “Now, do you want us there with you for the sister visit or not?”
Sucking in a shaky breath, she shook her head. “No, I need...I need to do this by myself.”
“Well you can’t go like that.” He grinned at her.
Kara looked down at herself and blanched. “So DEO tactical clothing isn’t good, is it?”
Arthur snorted, standing up off the couch. He stepped over to the clothing rack. “Probably not. But like look, lots of clothing!” He shrugged. “And Merlin we need to run into work before I help you move furniture.” He gave a pointed look at his partner. “If we’re not needed here.”
She ignored them and began thumbing through her old clothing. Kara had gotten used to them doing this, after all she did it too. If there was a small thing to do that made life easier for the others it was simply the thing to be done. She carefully lifted a high collared pink blouse. A few minutes later and she was stepping out of the bathroom; her hair down, in a blouse and slacks with a cute belt and casual shoes. “So, is this better?” She picked nervously at her sleeves.
Merlin gave her a thumbs up, then cocked his head to the side. “Didn’t you wear your hair up when dressed like this?”
She rolled her eyes before brushing her hair to the side displaying the jagged and rather gruesome scar down the side of her face. “The point is to ease people into this. Not...like terrifying them with injuries that healed hundreds of years ago.”
Arthur slapped Merlin upside the head. “You look great! Go get em.”
“Ok.” She nodded and started walking for the door. “I can totally do this. Just go see my sister. Tell her about everything. Just...oh Rao. Then M..Lena. Oh Rao. But lunch is Lena’s and my thing. So wait for lunch...that’s the right thing to do.”
“Hey.” Merlin wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll be here for you. El Mayarah.”
Kara nervously checked the box of curlers in her her hand and breathed out. She raised her hand to knock, but paused. This was Alex, and they didn’t knock for each other. Her hand shook as she reached out and opened the door. She felt her heart swelling at the sight of the familiar apartment as she closed the door softly behind her. It didn’t take a second to pick up the familiar heartbeat she hadn’t heard in so long. She nearly threw herself to the couch only to freeze.
Alex was there, neck at an awkward angle, drool on one side of her face sound asleep. But sound asleep next to her was Maggie. Taking a look around the room she spotted the pizza box and empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. Kara felt a soft smile come to her face. Her sister didn’t need her here, not at this moment. She’d waited long enough. She could give Alex this, even if the idea of leaving after seeing Alex again felt like ripping a piece of herself away.
With care, she set the box of curlers on the counter and sticky note with a heart quickly drawn on it. Stepping to Alex’s bed, she grabbed the comforter and carried it over to where the two women were still asleep. Her eyes eyes softened, realizing they were holding hands, with Maggie drooling on Alex’s shoulder. It took a minute but she managed to get the comforter over them as best as possible without waking them. Stepping back, she let herself soak in Alex’s face. Her eyes burned with tears building up in them.
With a whoosh she was gone, around the corner to an alley. Pressing her hand to her chest she gasped for the breaths she needed. She needed… she needed to breathe. Finally she could breathe again. Rubbing at her cheeks she wiped away the tears. Right. Grabbing her cell phone she dialed Merlin, he’d...she needed to hear his voice. As soon as the ringing stopped she sputtered. “Ican’tdothis.”
“Yes you can.” Merlin’s voice was calming. “If I could wake you and Arthur up from your magical sleep... coma... what have you, you can go hug your sister.”
She ran a hand through her hair. “Well you woke us up ten years early, so not a good example of making the right decision. I mean, I’m not the same person she saw last night. That girl isn’t...I grew up Merlin. Maybe it’s kinder for things to just stay the same. I mean our life is okay right? We’re really good at the whole RED stuff. Why not just keep that up?”
“It’s not good for you.” Merlin said gently. “You or Arthur. I mean I know joining the army was just...it’s what he knew, it’s what you knew. And you’re right, we’re good at it. And we’ve done good since signing with RED. But Kara, you need your family. You’ve wanted to get back to them for so long.”
Kara closed her eyes and let his words soak in. He was right, joining the army had been a bad idea. Guns were so different from swords, just as modern war was from the war they’d been used to. But what else were they supposed to do? “Thanks. I just...I got there and she was asleep and Maggie was there with her.”
“Ah.” Merlin made a sound of understanding. “You can wait if that’s what you need to do. None of us can judge. But will you be happy if you don’t make contact?”
“No.” She pushed off the wall, opening her eyes. “No I won’t. But I think seeing Alex first was a mistake. There’s... someone I need to go to first.”
There was a short pause before he replied. “Go get her.”
Kara realized showing up at Lena’s office at nine am on a Saturday might be a terrible idea. Unfortunately, she came to that conclusion while hovering outside Lena’s window, watching the woman’s back.
Lena was pressing her pen into the paper a bit too hard as she filled out the forms her lawyers had sent up. She could feel the ache of a hangover thudding in her head. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Swiveling around in her chair she looked around expecting to see, well, Supergirl. But that wasn’t who she saw.
Floating just past her balcony was a woman. She was wearing clothing that she recognized as Kara’s instantly. Lena pushed aside the fact she recognized her friend’s clothing in panic at why this woman was wearing them. Looking at the woman’s face she realized she could easily be Kara’s older sister. The woman had the same hair, same blue eyes, the same general shape of face. But the similarities ended there. There was a great eye catchingly jagged scar from her hair to her neck. It was dark stood out against her skin. The way she held herself, though floating, was stiffer. Her back was straighter, and her eyes... her eyes looked at her as if she knew her to the bone.
Standing from her chair she opened the door to her balcony. It struck her that, more than Kara, this woman looked like Supergirl. Which...those two really did look alike didn’t they. Kara and Supergirl if you took away the glasses… Lena bit her lip. She had a feeling something was about to change irrevocably, again. Not even a full day after betraying her mother and already... But then, knowledge was like that. Staring up at the woman, she knew she ought to be afraid but she couldn’t bring herself to be. “Who are you?”
Floating downward, the woman touched down on the balcony. “I...I’m Kara Pendragon, and I have a story to tell you Lena Luthor.”
Arthur Pendragon looked around curiously as he stepped through the doors to the DEO city office. It was a short distance from the apartment. He could be done and back to the apartment before noon. Maybe Merlin wouldn’t yell at him.
He hadn’t been to this facility before but he’d heard of it. Walking briskly to the security he flashed his ID card and headed for the elevator up. His hand went up to his collar and he turned on the neural blocker. Checking his folder was in order, he stepped out as the door dinged.
Looking around the command room he gave an appraising eye. He spotted J’onn J’onzz and approached. “Director J’onzz.”
“Assistant Director Pendragon.” J’onzz faced him with a wary but curious look. “How does headquarters live up to RED standards?”
Arthur gave a performative look. “Technologically competent.”
“I assure you my people are the very best.” J’onzz drew himself up slightly.
Arthur paused, he could feel the attention of the room on them. “I don’t mean to imply they aren’t some of the best trained agents in the world. I meant your procedures. One of my officers brought to my attention you are holding a White Martian, one M’gann M’orzz prisoner without charges?” He frowned at the man who Kara had told him was like a father to her. “I know the DEO is still adjusting to treating our new neighbors as sentient beings with rights. But so long as I’m participating in the personal swap between RED and the DEO I will not tolerate for a flagrant violation of the rules and ethics of this institution.”
“White Martian’s are genocidal monsters. You wouldn’t understand the destruction a single one of them could bring.” J’onzz said roughly.
“Has the individual in question committed a crime?” Arthur placed his hands on his hips.
J’onzz stared at him for a long moment, seemingly reading his face. “No. Not that we are aware of.”
Arthur nodded. “Then it is my recommendation she is to be released with full compensation for lost time and our full apologies. If the required situation is not followed I’ll take this as high up the chain of command as I see fit.”
“You would allow a dangerous individual out onto the streets on a technicality?” J’onzz said slowly, his voice tight.
“When that technicality is justice I would.” Arthur eased his posture. “Of course as a member of a hostile race a period of covert surveillance would not be misplaced.”
J’onzz stared at him for a long minute before nodding. “Very well. Come with me.”
They fell into step besides each other as they walked towards the containment cells. Arthur spoke as they moved down the corridor. “I would like to be clear that I have heard a great many things about the DEO under your leadership. Our organization’s cooperation wouldn’t be possible if you hadn’t been the one to lead. But that said, we do things differently in RED. I won’t abide the mistreatment or persecution of non-humans.”
“You’ve done good work at our desert facility since you and Major Lane traded posts for the personal exchange.” J’onzz allowed. “But you’ve avoided interacting with me.”
“I have.” Arthur had no interest in lying to this man. “It is not my place to explain why. Though I believe you will be briefed soon enough. To be blunt I couldn’t risk you seeing inside my mind.” He pointed to the neural blocker in his collar. “And I wished time to finish my evaluation of your handling of Supergirl. A superhero is clearly outside your expertize, things will have to change with her.”
J’onzz halted, his eyes flared red. “Supergirl is under my jurisdiction, Major Pendragon. We may be working in cooperation with her at the moment but that does not give you the right to put a single finger on her.”
Arthur squared up facing the man. “If she is so precious to you, why does she wear a suit that provides no protection? You developed radiation absorbers calibrated for green kryptonite but never bother so much as recreating the faulty prototype after the first was scrapped. She works as a deputized member of the DEO, yet she has no body camera to protect her and this organization. She has been given no formal training in protocol or earth legal norms. Nor have you forced her to attend mandatory counseling we put our people through after encounters that end in the loss of life.”
J’onzz stared at him for a long minute. “You’re worried for her.”
“Yes.” Arthur reached past the Martian and swiped his card, opening the door into the holding cell. “From what I’ve seen, you care for her and would protect her. But you, like most people, have been blinded by her powers into believing that she is somehow not vulnerable. Just because she and her cousin play at being gods does not make them so. You should understand something of that.”
“You have a point.” J’onzz agreed slowly. “If you have a proposal for better protocol with Supergirl you may submit them to me. But if I get so much as a hint that you mean any harm to her I’ll have this personal program canceled and you sent back to England.”
Arthur nodded in understanding. Perhaps this man wasn’t so bad afterall. “I believe we’ll get along just fine.”
Lena stared at the innocuous journal sitting on her desk. Or it really wasn’t. It was worn, obviously old. Did she really want to read it? Pendragon...the strange Not Kara had asked only that she read it. But she was afraid to. Everything was falling apart and she was scared of the answers she wanted, needed. Standing, she went to her drink cart and poured herself a healthy portion of scotch. It didn’t matter if it was barely noon. Sitting back down, she hit the intercom button. “Jess, cancel my meeting with the lawyers at two. Tell them whatever you want. I’ll handle them later.”
Reaching out, she carefully opened the leather cover and found a familiar script. She’d recognize Kara, her Kara’s handwriting. Not that Kara was hers. Just she was clingy and thought her friend’s handwriting was nice. Nothing wrong with that. Also according to the Pendragon-Not-Kara, this was written by her Kara. Focusing on the writing she began to read.
“Lena, I know we weren’t friends for long but there are several things I owe you. First an apology. I should have told you who I was before everything with Medusa. You see I wasn’t born on earth----”
An hour later Lena reached for her cellphone and typed in a short text. ‘I believe you. Balcony, we should talk.’
James was doing arm curls when there was a knock on his door. Looking over to the glass doors he saw...was that Kara? “Wha...Kara?”
“Hi James.” Kara waved at him nervously stepping into his office. “I’m uh..well... game night?”
“Game night? What happened to your face!?” He set his weight down headed for her. Reaching out his hand hovered near her face.
Kara winced. “Um...it’s complicated. So I’ll explain everything tonight, but I can’t really come into work.”
He frowned, something was off in how she was holding herself. The usual sunshine was muted, not to mention she looked...older. And that scar... He stepped forward in a panic realizing her hair was down, shielding her from the view of the employees on the floor.“You need to go into the DEO. I’ll drive you in, and you need to put your hair up.”
“No.” She held up her hand, her shoulder’s squaring. “I need to go see Alex. I’m not hurt, and there’s not really a point to glasses with this.” She pointed wryly at the scar. “I just need you and Winn to be at my apartment at eight tonight.”
James finally rested his hand on her bicep looking over in concern. “That’s not alright. You need help, someone hurt you.”
“They’re not a threat anymore.” Kara’s eyes flashed with something dark. “Just game night.” She shifted, stepping back and pulling her arm out of his grip. “Just...tell Winn.” And then she was gone in a rush of wind.
James gave a panicked look to the central area, and stared at the startled faces of the staff. Clearing his throat, he stepped out to make sure no one said anything about any realizations they may have just had. As soon as that was done, he was calling J’onn. Something was really wrong. Kara had been fine just the night before.
Alex stared at the innocent box of curlers with a post it note on top and felt her face heating up. A noise died in her throat.
“What’s wrong Danvers?” Maggie stepped over, her hands still holding empty beer bottles she’d been carrying to the recycling.
Alex kept staring at the box. “It wasn’t you who put the blanket over us was it?”
Maggie frowned, cocking her head to the side a half smile on her face. “Of course not, that was you.”
“It wasn’t me.” Alex pointed at the box. “These are my sister’s favorite doughnuts.
“So…” Maggie set the bottles on the counter. “Is this a bad thing she found us on the couch this morning?”
Alex bit her lip. “No. Or… well it’s just…” Her shoulders slumped. “I wanted to tell her, you know?”
Reaching over, Maggie opened the curler box and grabbed one. She leaned in and kissed Alex’s cheek. “Well you know she approves.” Grinning, she stepped back to take a bite.
“Yeah.” She smiled softly at the reminder that her sister supported her. Breathing in, she nodded. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Tilting her head she grabbed a curler from the box. “I’m honestly surprised she didn’t wake us up squealing.”
Shrugging, Maggie stepped over to the coffee maker. “Uh...babe how does this thing work?”
“Babe huh?” Alex smiled as she walked over.
Alex had a lovely morning of coffee, curlers, and soft kisses. With a permanent giddy smile on her face, she headed for Kara’s with a bag of muffins and her favorite pumpkin spice latte in thanks. Also to gush, but mostly as a thank you. It felt like she was walking on air as she sauntered up to the door and opened it without much thought. “Kara! I’ve got muffins and coffee. Sister’s afternoon?”
“Uh..hello?” A distinctly male voice said from inside the apartment.
Freezing Alex narrowed her eyes looking around the apartment for discrepancies. There were two duffels in plain sight she knew weren’t Kara’s. They screamed tactical as well. Examining the speaker her frown deeped. The man was relatively attractive, her sister could have gotten lucky. But there was something about him that had her internal warning system blaring. Setting her bag of treats and tray of coffee down she shut the door behind her while letting her hand drop to her gun. “Who are you and what are you doing in my sister’s apartment?”
“Uh..so um..well it’s a long story. Like really long but um..maybe we should just wait for Kara to get back?” He floundered keeping his hands slightly raised in surrender.
Alex heard water turn off in the bathroom and a distinctly male voice hollering. “MERLIN! I’m not wearing that you idiot!”
She un-holstered her gun in a second. One strange man might be a one night stand, and even if out of character for Kara, it wasn’t unbelievable. Two strange men, one in Kara’s shower meant nothing good. “You have one minute to explain who you are.”
“Ah.” A blonde, well muscled man came out of the bathroom, pink towel wrapped round his waist. “You must be Agent Danvers.”
Her gun moved to the new threat instantly, her alarm bells went to eleven instantly. She didn’t say a thing. She needed a plan, and with two of them her chances of shooting both before one could charge had just gone down.
“My name is Arthur Pendragon, Assistant Director of RED. I’m the officer assigned for our cooperative personal swap with the DEO. I’ve been running the desert base for the last month. Lower your gun agent.” He squared his shoulders eyeing her with a clearly assessing gaze.
Cautiously she lowered her gun a few inches so that it was no longer on him. “Why should I believe you? What would someone like you be doing in my sister’s apartment.”
“New neighbor, just moved in. Or am still moving in.” He huffed his posture relaxing now that the gun wasn’t pointed at him. “And I’m high enough to have clearance on Kara’s activities.”
Alex nodded lowering her gun the rest of the way. Her sister would open up her home to a fellow DEO, or in this case RED agent if they were moving in. And Kara had mentioned her neighbor leaving the week before. “Who’s he?” She glanced to the dark haired man whose hands were still twitching nervously.
Arthur spoke up before the other man’s mouth could do more than open. “My husband and second in command, Merlin Pendragon.”
She couldn’t help it, she snorted as she stuck her gun back in her holster. Alex wasn’t completely out of the gossip loop. Rumors of the hot gay couple from Britain and the hunky one’s twin sister had been floating around for a while. Easing, she cocked her hip to the side and grabbed her own coffee from the tray. “Anybody told you your parents had a sense of humor naming you Arthur with a last name like that? Or that you had one marrying someone named Merlin?”
Arthur grumbled. “Frequently.” Turning to his husband, he glared. “I’m not wearing a suit. I swear, I let you pack our clothing one time.”
“I always pack our clothing you great prat.” Merlin snarked back, relaxing as he hoisted up one of the tactical duffles. “But you’re not going to meet Gwen in uniform.”
Stepping further into Kara’s apartment Alex smirked at the banter. She cleared her throat. “The question stands, where is my sister?”
Merlin’s eyes darted to Arthur. “Arthur had to head to the DEO city base to speak with your director. She hasn’t called since she stopped by your apartment this morning.”
Alex considered that, and there was too much familiarity. Her senses prickled once again. Hiding her unease she took a long drink from her coffee. “Is there something I need to be aware of?”
“Nothing pressing.” Arthur glanced over her shoulder and smiled while grabbing Merlin’s shoulder. “But that can wait. We’ll be next door.”
Turning, she saw Kara standing in the doorway. “Alex.” She breathed.
Alex felt her automatic smile at her sister’s voice. She barely had a chance to get a glimpse of Kara before her arms were full of her sister. Wrapping her arms around Kara, she wheezed slightly at the strength of the hug. “Hey.”
She rubbed circles on her sister’s back. “I’m here, you just saw me last night.” Alex laughed softly. She felt concern as she realized Kara was sobbing into her shoulder. Squeezing tighter she pressed her cheek into the top of Kara’s head. “What’s with the tears? Do I need to kill someone?”
“No.” Kara choked between growing sobs.
Alex felt her eyes widen, she hadn’t seen Kara like this in years. Something was fundamentally wrong. Something had hurt her sister. Her spine stiffened, every muscle in her body poised to attack, her eyes scanning the apartment. She noted the boys had left and her eyes narrowed. As soon as she had Kara soothed down to a nap, or better yet gotten her J’onn, she was going to hunt them down and kill them. J’onn would help her hide the bodies. “Kara?”
“I’m sorry.” Kara gripped her shirt hard enough that Alex could hear the seams straining.
Alarmed, Alex dropped a hand to her gun. “What’s happened?!”
“I did something really stupid. I was so stupid.” Kara pulled back, though her arms remained around her.
Alex stared at her in horror. Her hand shook as she reached up and she touched the scar marring her sister’s face. “Who did this?” She hissed out.
Kara shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “I’m fine. It was a long time ago.”
“Long time ago! You were fine last night. Was it Luthor? I knew we shouldn't trust her!”
“What? No, it wasn’t Lena.” Kara’s eyes widened in surprise. She reached out taking her hands. “Hey, I’m fine. It’s a long story but I’m fine. You don’t need to defend me from anyone.” Kara bit her lip shaking her head. “Oh rats, this is going all wrong.”
Alex gripped onto Kara’s hands hard enough that her knuckles turned white. “Start at the beginning.”
“You remember Barry? The Blur? I know you didn’t meet him but he’s from another dimension.” Kara shifted from foot to foot nervously.
“What did he do?” Alex crossed her arms in repressed fury. She needed to punch something and it was her only way to avoid doing that. Looking at Kara more closely now though her eyes were drawn away from the scar and to smaller details. She looked..older. Not significantly, but enough to notice.
Kara seemed oblivious to being examined. “So, well, his earth was being invaded by the Dominators, and he needed my help. Which that was fine, just a few days and the other heroes over there were….” Kara tilted her head. “Well, mostly really nice. We saved the world, there was a ‘yay’ we saved the world party. But then um...so I guess portals between worlds are kinda unreliable? Like...the portal to get me home sorta didn’t work right? Barry said it should get me back home right when I left but apparently he miscalculated by...a long time.”
“What are you saying.” Alex felt something heavy in her gut. Her sister had gone to face a war without her? Crossed dimensions and time without so much as a heads up text?
“The portal got me back to the right earth, this one and everything but um...just during the time of King Arthur? I’ve kinda been gone for over a thousand years...I mean I was asleep, magical coma from almost dying for most of it. And Merlin and Morgana made sure I didn’t have to spend hundreds of years by myself which, I would have liked a heads up before but, well, war and limited timeframe to act so…”
Alex reached out grabbing Kara’s shoulder. She felt like she was going to be sick, was this panic attack? She hadn’t had one before but she’d seen her sister go through enough to recognize the signs. Shoving her panic down, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before speaking. “Please tell me that you’re not serious.”
“I can’t do that.” Kara sounded oh so sad, her voice heavy as she spoke, “You know magic is real, and you know Kal and I don’t really age like humans do. Turns out it’s not just a slowing of the aging process.”
“Kara...” Even Alex could feel the pain in her voice. This just...she couldn’t understand this. It was too much, but she needed to know how much she’d failed. A sudden spark lit up her mind. “Please tell me that that wasn’t King Arthur in your apartment.”
There was a nervous laugh from Kara. “Well, technically that was King Arthur and Merlin in my apartment. Magic stasis is kinda…” She made a wiggling motion with her hand. “Not exactly meant for long stretches of time so we sorta woke up a few years ago. We couldn’t mess up the timeline so we’ve been in Britain and well he really is an amazing soldier and leader so he rose through the ranks pretty fast and then we found out about RED and well…”
“We…” She asked, her eyes shutting tightly as she started breathing through her mouth.
“Well he and I kinda look similar? And well he is my brother in-law so we figured twins can stick together without attracting much notice. Merlin’s his husband so it was all good you know?”
Alex was going to be sick. “In-law?” She croaked.
She could feel Kara tensing under her hand. “I married Morgana Pendragon. My name’s legally Kara Pendragon and has been since the dark ages.”
Alex nodded shakily, deciding right then and there she needed to do...something. “Right, well you’re here. We can...fix this.”
“Fix this? Alex there’s nothing to fix. I’m just, Rao I’m so happy to see you again. I’ve missed you so much!” Kara’s voice was thick with emotion again.
Sucking in a breath Alex focused on her sister’s face again, she couldn’t help how her eyes were drawn to the scar. “We can...we can find a way to open the portal, maybe get Barry to come and help. He fucking owes you. Get you back to this time without whatever hurt you. Make it better.”
“Alex, no.” Kara’s voice was firm, but somehow distant. “I...I won’t, I’m here now. You don’t need to save me. I’m already safe.”
Shaking her head side to side, she focused on the present. She could still help her sister. “We just have to pick you up from the past. Everything will be ok.”
“No Alex. Everything is already okay.”
Alex wasn’t aware of the wheezing sound that escaped her lips. She heard it distantly as her knees hit the ground. Oh. This was a panic attack. She thought idly as she started taking in great gasping breaths of air. She tried to control her breathing and focus but she couldn’t, her body had started to shake, cold sweat breaking out down her back and arms. It was almost a relief when the world faded to black.
Kara hesitated as she floated just out of sight of the L-corp balcony. She could see Lena inside her office, sitting on her white couch, a glass of scotch in her hand. Floating down to the balcony she gently rapped on the glass. Things weren’t...they weren’t going well.
Lena looked up at her with those oh so familiar eyes. She raised a hand gesturing for her to enter before knocking back her scotch.
Her feet barely touched the floor as she entered. Edging towards the couch, she winced slightly at the sight of Lena downing her drink. Kara remembered enough to know Lena drinking before a conversation wasn’t a good sign. Hell she’d been married to Morgana and knew quite intimately it was a sign of emotional turbulence and unease. It seemed some coping habits transcended lives. “Hi.”
“I’m not going to bite. Sit.” Lena set her glass on the table and turned to look at her. “I read the journal, twice actually.”
Kara ducked her head. “I...you said you believed me?”
Lena let out a long sigh. “Yes, I believe you. But I don’t know what is supposed to happen. I’m not your wife.” She winced slightly as she looked at her.
Reaching out Kara halted her motion and pulled her hand back. “I know that. It’s...I know.”
“Look,” Lena brushed some of her hair behind one ear. “I just found out that my friend, my only friend is gone.” She held up a hand halting Kara’s reply. “I know you’re still Kara, the person you are hasn’t changed. But the person I was starting to get to know isn’t really who’s in front of me right now.”
Kara’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right. I’m not...really the same person am I?”
“I’m sure you’re still you.” Lena continued, her voice soft. “But it’s an adjustment. I’m not really sure what we are to each other.” She laughed without mirth. “My one friend would time travel.”
Kara looked at Lena and then felt some of her anxiety quiet. She wasn’t being thrown out, so this wasn’t as bad as it could have been. “I’m still me. And I’d like to still be your friend.”
Lena looked at her in disbelief. “You’re saying you don’t want your wife and I’m the closest to her you’ll get?” She scoffed incredulously. “I don’t hold it against you, but it’s the truth.”
Shaking her head Kara reached into her pocket and pulled out a velvet bag. “I’ve known you would be..well you since the day I woke up in the present. I…” She swallowed thickly. “I know you’re not Morgana. Things can never be like they were before, I know that.”
“Then why are you here?” Lena asked softly.
“Because I didn’t bind myself to her body, I bonded myself to.. well, her soul. Your soul.” Kara ran a hand through her hair. “Rao, you don’t see yourself clearly. You’re someone I wanted to be friends with before I fell through portals and time. And if in this life you just want a friend then that’s what I’ll be.” Holding out the pouch she set it down on the couch between them.
Lena reached out touching it cautiously. “What’s this?”
“Morgana’s wedding band.” Kara bit her lip holding back tears. Rao she was not going to cry again. “She wanted you to have it. It belongs to you, really.”
“What’s it do?” Lena asked slowly while pulling her hand back.
Kara’s hands twisted in her lap. “If the enchantment she put on it works, it would give you access to your...her memories. You’d still be you but just…” She looked at Lena steadily. “Whether you wish for those memories or not is your choice. They belong to you no matter what you want with them. I’d never take that choice away from you. I know what having choices made for you does to a person. The inscription around the inside is what holds the enchantment. If you were to close the circle of it while wearing it, the enchantment would begin to work. Unless you do that, it’s just a piece of metal.”
“Why...I’m not her Kara.” Lena reached out catching her twisting hands. “I can’t be someone I’m not.”
Sucking in a breath Kara forced her rolling emotions down. She’d known this wasn’t going to go perfectly. “We get lunch together some days, yes?” She waited for the questioning nod from Lena. “Then if you want may we continue to do that? Even if you never put the band on I would still like to know you, regardless of everything else. Would you be ok with that?”
“Friends?” Lena’s face softened slightly. Releasing Kara’s hands, she picked up the velvet pouch and held it carefully. “I can do that. But Kara, I can’t promise I’ll be someone you wish to be friends with.”
Kara shook her head. “I already knew you were someone I wanted to be friends with when I first met you. It’s just been a while.”
“Alright.” Lena nodded in decision. “I’m not sure if you remember, but we’d agreed on sushi for lunch tomorrow. Would that work?”
“That’d be perfect.” Kara smiled for what felt like the first time all day.
Chapter 2: Drinks With Cat
I'm alive! Sorry for the wait, my beta has been super busy and I got into writing other projects I'm working on and this kinda fell by the wayside. Don't worry, it's still my darling baby and I'm super psyched about it as always! You can pry it from my cold dead hands.
Anyways thank you for all the amazing comments! And happy birthday to supahcorp! Also a big shout out to my friend and fellow nerd Dictatorblaze who's doing a drawing of Supergirl's new suit!
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Cat poured herself a glass of bourbon; one that even she had raised a brow at the price tag for. She’d had a long day and felt like rewarding herself. Washington DC was complex and mired in sexism and scandal. She both loved and hated it in equal measure. It was going to be a challenge to establish a political journal here, but it was something she knew she could accomplish. One that didn’t pull punches, held the men and women in power accountable, examined the boring minutia and presented the truth to the people. It would be her greatest challenge after motherhood.
“Well, I suppose I should have expected you.” Cat opened the door out onto her balcony and stepped out. She knew of only one person with blond hair and a penchant for sitting on the railing of whatever balcony she came across. “I see you’re not in that primary colored monstrosity you call a suit. Though I have to say black tactical fatigues?”
Kara turned, a smile tugging at her lips. “It’s good to see you too Cat.”
She was taken aback at the first look at Kara’s face. Cat could see the years and life written on the woman’s face even without the ugly scar. “I’m going to need more than just a single glass of bourbon aren’t I?”
“Rao I’ve missed you.” Kara swung her legs round so that she was facing her properly.
Cat took a long drink looking at Kara, it was unfair that she looked as young as ever despite the obvious years. “Tell me, how long has it been for you? Because it’s only been a month for me. Which I’ll admit losing the most proficient assistant I’ve ever had has been a trial. I have to get my own lattes now.”
Kara cocked her head to the side her smile widening, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Depends on how you count time. Somewhere between fifty and a over a thousand years. I was asleep for most of it, but it’s been a lifetime for me.”
“Is there whiskey strong enough you out there? Because you clearly need it.” Cat raised her glass to Kara and took a long drink enjoying the burn. “Now, are you going to tell me how you managed time travel or am I going to have to guess?”
“Nothing gets by you does it?” Kara shook her head. “It was silly to try and keep my identity secret from you wasn’t it?”
Cat waved a hand. “Well I’ll admit my initial reaction could have been better.”
“Probably.” Kara shrugged lightly.
Cat stepped to the railing and looked out over the new city she was in. Slowly she sipped her drink and enjoyed the easy silence between them. “So, I believe you have a story for me.”
“It’s a long one.” Kara laughed. “Rao, I don’t even know what matters and what doesn’t in it anymore.” She fell quiet for a short moment. “I suppose it began because I was asked to help with an alien invasion in another dimension. Everything was fine, the good guys won, the earth was saved. We even had a party afterwards. Then I said goodbye and stepped through a portal that should have returned me to my apartment. Ended up crashing in the middle of nowhere in the dark ages.”
Cat’s lip curled in distaste. “The food had to have been terrible.”
“It was!” Kara exclaimed with vigor. “Well at first it was. My first meal was a bird I fried with my heat vision! Which let me tell you was a horrible idea. But once I’d established myself it wasn’t so bad. Meat pie is surprisingly delicious, and carab isn’t chocolate but it’s still lovely. And potage! I miss potage.” She sighed dreamily. “I founded a country you know, Themyscira...I’m kinda nervous about meeting Wonder Woman for new reasons now.”
“How did you manage that?” Cat asked amused. Leave it to her former assistant to go from cooking her own food with her eyes to founding a nation.
Kara bit her lip and looked rather bashful. “Would you believe me if I said I found a party of prostitutes being attacked by bandits and well I just couldn’t leave them! And no one was living on the island except for some goats.”
“Only you Kara.” Cat held out her empty tumbler. “Top me off would you.”
Kara grinned mischievously before blurring out of sight only to return with a full tumbler of the amber liquid.
“A full glass, really?” She looked at the drink dubiously. “Really are you planning on topping the shock of founding a nation?”
Kara looked decidedly guilty as she glanced down. “I kinda took a place in Camelot, under King Uther Pendragon as the personal guard to the Lady Morgana?”
“Of course you did.” Cat raised a hand to halt any further information and took a healthy drink from her tumbler. “Right, how did that happen?”
“I wanted to get home, here.” Kara leaned against the rail looking out. “I didn’t know if I was in the wrong time, the wrong world, the wrong dimension. So I needed to find someone powerful enough to help me. There were magic users though. So I spent twenty years traveling most of Europe looking for a powerful enough sorcerer to help me get back home. But none of them could help me. I knew Camelot was rich in magic, but I was wary of possibly changing history by going there. But I was just...I could feel myself becoming something...something that wasn’t me. So I went.”
Cat saw the shadows in Kara’s eyes. “I take it you found someone to help you there, considering you’re standing here on my balcony.”
“Yes.” A smile pulled at Kara’s lips. “Magic was banned there, punishable by death despite being the most magical land I’d been too. My next plan was to head for Africa actually. But then in Camelot it was so different from the stories. Uther was king, Arthur was the prince, a bit arrogant but a good man. His manservant was this gangly peasant named Merlin.” Kara looked at her in deep amusement. “Yes he turned out to be ‘the’ Merlin. You’d have had a stroke at what he considered appropriate clothing.”
Cat stared at her tumbler...she wasn’t drunk enough for this yet. “Next you’re going to tell me Guinevere was a hideous old crone.”
“Morgana’s maidservant actually, and black.” Kara looked far too amused by her surprise. “I wasn’t sure what the truth was about everyone and decided to wait and see. Morgana had magic and I helped her hide it. I got to know everyone and ended up helping to poison Uther and watched as Arthur legitimized Morgana as his sister and they were crowned king and queen of Camelot.”
Cat wanted to grab her phone and turn it onto recording but knew that this wasn’t for the press, this was a story between friends.
“Gwen and Arthur were married two years later, though privately Merlin was bound to them as well.” Kara gave her an amused look. “And while it wasn’t practiced among the nobility marriage between people of the same gender was legalized within months of their reign starting.”
She stared at Kara incredulously. “You’re telling me that Arthur, the most famous european king to have ever existed. Mind you his existence isn’t even confirmed. Was in a polyamorous relationship with a black woman and a male servant? In dark ages England, where he legalized same-sex marriage and shared his throne with his illegitimate sister. Did I get that right?”
“Yup.” Kara reached out touching a metal band around her wrist. “And I married Morgana.”
Cat took a drink. “So happily ever after in a medieval world that was apparently more progressive than the present?”
“It wasn’t really.” Kara shrugged. “I mean there are things about today that are far more progressive, and we weren’t exactly the status quo for most of the world. But I was happy, and then war came.” Her eyes hardened. “The details are...they’re hard. But suffice it to say I blew out my powers and was wounded, badly.”
“Your face?” Cat looked at the jagged scar that looking at could easily have been from an armored fist catching on the skin. She winced at that thought.
Kara nodded. “Arthur was killed, so many people died. I was dying. Merlin and Morgana put Arthur and I in a tomb on the Isle of the Blessed and enchanted it. I’m not quite clear on everything, I was in and out of unconsciousness at the time and magic isn’t something my species is capable of. But they bound us together and we healed. Then...well we woke up ten years ago.”
“I’m guessing you’ve been flying under the radar then?” Cat reached out laying her hand on Kara’s forearm. She wasn’t ignorant of the vulnerability Kara was showing her.
“Arthur and I just...we didn’t know how to fit in. It’s been so long since I’d been anything but a knight. And he’d never known how to be anything but. So we joined the british army. Merlin joined us. Two tours in the middle east, then we found out about the Royal Exterestrial Department. Signed up there. Arthur’s the assistant director for it now, he moved up the ranks ridiculously fast. The timeline finally caught up two days ago.” Kara looked at her with wide, misting eyes. “I don’t know what to do Cat.”
Cat set her tumbler down on the railing and wrapped her arms around her lost friend and just held her as sobs started to wrack her frame. She started making soft noises of comfort she’d used when Carter was a babe. Hot tears began to soke her shoulder. Cat ached as she rubbed gently at the shaking shoulders of this girl who could fly among the stars.
She looked to the side and kept her arms wrapped around the girl. Sometimes life wasn’t fair, but she was struck by the injustice heaped on a single heart. Pulling out her phone she dialed her new assistant. As it rang she felt the weight of her friend. Hearing the click of her unfortunate assistant she started speaking. “June,” the girl’s name was Jane. “I need you to find the strongest alien alcohol in the area. Bring it to my room, chop chop.” Promptly she hung up before the girl could try to protest.
By the time Kara’s sobs had stopped Cat had managed to maneuver them both to the bed. Standing she left Kara curled up holding a pillow. Going into the bathroom she grabbed a white towel and ran it under cold water before wringing it out. Approaching Kara again she gently tilted her red eyes and tear stained face. “I can’t say everything is going to work out, life doesn’t just work itself out.”
Cat began to clean off Kara’s face. Internally she rolled her eyes, over a thousand years old and still so very much herself. “Anyone who tells you that things will work themselves out is a liar and an idiot. Now, once my useless secretary gets here we are going to get gloriously drunk. Then in the morning we’ll come up with a plan for how to make the most of everything.”
“Thank you Cat.” Kara croaked.
“Please, this is what friends are for isn’t it?” Cat slipped her heels off and sat down besides the curled up form of the alien. “Now, I believe you mentioned being married. I need details Kara.”
Chuckling wetly Kara pulled herself up so that she was leaning against the headboard, the pillow still clutched to her stomach. “Morgana is amazing.”
“Is?” Cat prayed to everything that somehow the mythically famous evil witch was still alive...what had become her life? Though if Kara had fallen for the woman then she couldn’t be that evil. Or well, had given up evil in the face of a sunny blond smile.
Kara bit her lip and ducked her head, her hair curtaining around her face. “She died from plague a year after I died, or essentially died in battle. And I...I knew who she was in this life. I like who she is now, but it’s not...it’s not the same and I know that that’s unfair of me.”
“In this life? Rebirth and all the new age mumbo jumbo is a thing?” Cat blinked in surprise.
Kara nodded. “She enchanted her wedding band so her future self could have the memories of her past life. But well she doesn’t want them and I can’t blame her. Is it wrong to love someone and miss someone they aren’t any longer at the same time?”
“No, though I have to say I’ve never written a book on reincarnated spouses.” Cat handed Kara a kleenex, the girl looked perilously close to tears again. “Do I know the current form of this wife of yours?”
Kara nodded looking a bit bashful. “Lena Luthor.”
Cat sucked in a breath before laughing. “Only you Kara Danvers, only you.”
“Kara Pendragon now actually.” Kara grinned weakly.
Cat waved her hand. “So any plans for wooing Lena then?”
“I don’t know how to show I love her for her. Not as a ghost of Morgana which...she’s...she has the same heart, the same mind, the same soul. How could I not love her?” Kara looked at her clearly confused.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Cat held up a finger and stepped to the door and opened it while putting a hand on her hip. “Ah, July so nice of you to finally get here.”
Her assistant held out a blue bottle that glowed eerily. “It’s poisonous to humans Ms. Grant.”
“Obviously.” Cat ignored the surprised look on her assistant's face as she shut the door and turned back to Kara. “Are you just going to sit there or are you going to get me another glass of bourbon and yourself a glass for whatever this is?”
“Right away Ms. Grant.” Kara blurred before there she was back on the bed, pillow still in her arms but now the bottle of bourbon and two glass tumblers on the side table.
Cat rolled her eyes as she swept to the bed and sat down against the headboard besides Kara. “Please, there is snot on my shoulder from you crying. We’re so far past Ms. Grant it’s a bit alarming.”
Kara smiled softly at her while holding out the glass of bourbon.
Accepting the glass Cat handed over the bottle of...what was probably the equivalent of a weapon of mass destruction. She waited till Kara had poured herself a generous glass of the yellow glowing liquid. Raising her glass she spoke. “To the insanity that is now life.”
Kara clinked their glasses together before downing her entire glass. Her eyes squeezed shut as she winced at the burn. Cat just chuckled taking a moderate sip. “Pour yourself another, you’ll need it.” She waited till Kara was sipping her second glass before continuing. “With your Lena problem you need time.”
“I thought you said waiting for time to work things out was stupid?” Kara looked at her practically pouting.
Cat flicked her between the eyes. Huh, the alcohol was getting to her already. She probably shouldn’t have had so much already. “I didn’t say do nothing, just that it will take time. You need to see her as a proper person separate from Morgana. Yes, yes I know same soul and all that. But learn how to relate and interact with Lena. And she needs to get to know you. Honestly, just be her friend Supergirl.”
Kara nodded. “We got lunch, and she knows everything. It was..nice. Different but nice. I think I’ll bring her lunch at the office tomorrow, she always forgets to eat.”
“Good start.” Cat took a long pull from her glass. “I suppose this means you won’t be working for me any longer.”
“Well, not as a reporter.” Kara looked guilty as her shoulders pulled upwards and her eyes skittered away. Which was compounded by her finishing off her second drink and filling her glass again.
Cat stared at her. “Explain.”
“Um...so you know your publishing company you bought just to get at your mother?” Kara’s voice was high pitched and tight. “Well um...you know my name is Pendragon now….”
Cat pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re my secretive children's book author then? What’s the series ‘A Girl and Her Dragon’?”
“Yeah.” Kara blushed brightly and looked down at her lap.
“The main character’s name is Morgan...please do not tell me that you were friends with a white dragon named Aithusa in Camelot.” Cat groaned, of course her best selling author who wrote children's stories and alien legends for print was Kara.
Kara grinned. “Aithusa was quite a lot larger in real life actually. And she didn’t hatch till Morgana was an adult. But yes.”
Cat finished off her glass. “Right, pour me another and then you can start telling me what you’ve been up to since you woke up apart from writing children’s books.”
Gwen Schmied closed her folder on the case. Rubbing at her eyes she shook her head before standing up. The case wasn’t a hard one, refusing to give back pay to an employee. It was just exhausting sometimes how petty and awful large corporations could be on occasion. Heading out of her cubicle she waved. “Matt, wait up!”
“Schmied.” The older lawyer and her boss paused. “You taking a coffee break too?”
She nodded. “I needed to get away from Lord Industries cases for a while.”
“Think this one will settle out of court as well then?” He asked as she fell into step with him and they began to head for the coffee shop around the corner.
She huffed in annoyance. “Yes, I wish someone would hold that man accountable for how he treats his workers who don’t have their doctorates. And he gets away with it by not letting any of the cases make it to court and tieing everyone up in red tape and legal threats. It’s disgusting.”
“We hold people like him accountable. One case at a time.” He patted her shoulder consolingly. “Now, did I tell you my little girl was in a dance recital this weekend?”
Gwen smiled and easily and listened to the man talk excitedly about his daughter. She made the appropriate sounds, even cooing at the picture of the five year old in a pink tutu that Matt produced from his wallet. She laughed as he opened the door to the little coffee shop for her. Looking towards the counter she noticed two men by the window, both of whom had looked up at her the moment she’d laughed. She looked back to the cashier ignoring them.
As they waited for their coffee Matt elbowed her gently. “You’ve got those boys’s attention by the window.”
She glanced back to the two men really briefly. “I suppose.”
“The blond fellow is quite handsome, maybe you should go talk to them? You don’t get out of the office often enough dear.” He encouraged her helpfully.
Gwen sighed. “I don’t have time to date.”
“Well, you’ll have to tell them that. They’re coming this way.”
Accepting she was going to have to deal with some idiot men, regardless of attractiveness, she turned ready to ward them off. “May I help you?”
The dark haired one grinned widely and laughed while the blond one glared at his companion briefly before looking back to her. “My husband and I were wondering if we could talk to you about a...sensitive matter Ms. Schmied.”
She instantly relaxed, prospective clients, gay married to each other clients who weren’t going to start showing up at her office trying to get her phone number. “Of course, we can speak here or at the office. Whichever is more comfortable Mr….?”
“Pendragon.” He held out his hand. “Arthur Pendragon and this is my husband Merlin.”
A startled laugh escaped her mouth. “Well aren’t you two a match made in naming heaven.”
“We try our best.” The dark haired one, Merlin said with a stupid grin on his face.
Matt spoke from her side. “Well as lovely as this all is I have to get back to the office. I’ll see you there later?” He gave her a pointed looked.
She gave him a slight nod, pleased he was looking out for her. “Of course. I’ll call you if this is going to take long.” Picking up her coffee she stepped towards the small table by the window and accepted the seat Arthur pulled out for her. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He was as clearly happy as his husband, which was odd. Who looked for a corporate lawyer who prosecuted wage docking mostly and was happy about it?
“So, what’s the case you need me to look at?” She asked while taking a sip of her coffee.
Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive and set it on the table. “I know this is all very unusual. But in exchange for information on this drive I’d appreciate if you’d hear out Merlin and I. Of course we wouldn’t stop you from leaving. And there is a case we would appreciate your opinion on. But that’s not the reason we wished to speak with you.”
“Oh don’t be a pillock.” Merlin snarked easily before looking at her with an eyeroll. “What the princess here is trying to say is we wanted to talk to you about a personal matter. We have information your firm would find advantageous with dealing with Maxwell Lord. It’s everything the governments of the United States and of The United Kingdom have on him, including a great deal on his classified illegal human experimentation. It’s yours regardless of whether you want to listen to us or not.”
Gwen set her coffee down and stared at the drive and back at the two men. “I’m listening.”
“Well see…” Arthur fumbled only for Merlin to groan and take over. “Aliens are real, the thing is aliens aren’t the only...they’re not the only bed time story that’s real.” He held his hand out, though carefully didn’t intrude in her personal space. Holding her gaze he spoke a word in a language she’d never heard, his eyes burned gold and suddenly there was a flame flickering in the palm of his hand.
Gwen sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. This wasn’t real. Looking between the two nervous looking men she realized they were serious. Reaching out slowly she felt the heat from the very real flame. “You’re saying magic is real?”
“Yes.” Merlin smiled happily before closing his fist and pulling it back. “And so are previous lives. Souls…” He tilted his head and seemed thoughtful. “They keep going and well we have something of yours from a previous life.”
Arthur made a sound of confirmation and reached into his pockets before pulling out a rather thick silver wedding band and placing it on the table. “It’s enchanted.” He looked at her steadily. “If you were to put it on, your memories from well the life you wore it during would be...available to you.”
She blinked at them slowly. “You two want me to put that ring one.” Gwen looked at it pointedly. “So I can get memories from a former life where we knew each other I assume?” They were insane...she was going to politely excuse herself and then call the police.
“Look, I know it’s hard to believe.” Merlin, oh crap he probably thought he really was some magical wizard. “But if we’re wrong and you put that on nothing happens. If we’re right you gain your memories.”
Gwen stared at him in disbelief.
Arthur elbowed him while digging in his pockets again. Pulling out his wallet dropped two cards on the table. “Here, our id’s. You can take a photo of it and us if you want, for identification purposes if you think we’re crazies who are going to start stalking you or something.”
Pulling out her phone she carefully photographed both cards. Raising it she stared at them dubiously as they both grinned happily as she took a photo of their faces. It would seem they weren’t dangerous crazies, just crazy. She almost felt bad for how disappointed they were going to be when she didn’t gain any magical memories.
“Alright.” Setting her phone down she reached touching the ring. It was warm to the touch as she held it. Something inside of her settled oddly as she automatically slipped it down her ring finger. Gwen looked up at them about to tell them that it was just a ring. And then her head was filled with a flood of information and feelings. Gripping the edge of the table she clamped her eyes shut as a wave of vertigo washed over her.
Breathing deeply she glared up at them. “You idiots.” And then she lunged over the table hugging them tightly. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
She felt so much joy as Arthur grumbled into her neck. “It’s hard to not be creepy when asking a stranger to put a ring on.” He let out a sound close to a wheeze. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“So, we get to make a time portal?” Winn asked excitedly.
“We get to make a time portal.” Alex felt something untwist. She was going to save her sister before whatever had hurt her had a chance. Then she was going to drag Barry Allen through a portal and strangle him.
Winn brightened. “Right, though we should keep the new suit, it’s some of my best work.”
“It’s a bit dark for our Kara, but I agree that the body armor is a good idea, and the radiation shielding.” Alex stepped back to her bench and pulled up the carefully formed wires she’d been working on. “I think we’ve got these kryptonite blockers as small as they can go with our technology.”
Winn rolled over in his chair and accepted the wires with small disks at the end of each one and looked at it curiously. “We’ll have to put them throughout the suit...maybe in between the kevlar layers.”
“It’s very practical.” Alex said peeking at his tablet where he’d been drawing out options. “Does she need the tactical belt?”
“Pendragon’s notes mentioned the upside of her having zipties, a body camera, a radio and gps system not tied to a cell phone, high density power bars for emergency calories, emergency medical supplies for rescued civilians, and the reinforced baton for avoiding hand to hand combat in cases where the hostile had a weapon capable of harming her.” Winn looked up at Alex with a wince. “They’re all good ideas, I mean some of this has been proposed before but we never wanted her to come off as..well law enforcement.”
Alex’s jaw ticked as she glared at the suit mock up. “I don’t like this. Most of this she’ll refuse to use once we get her back.”
Winn shrugged. “Probably, but the reinforced suit that’ll keep kryptonite from affecting her will be awesome. We can make a spare in her usual bright colors and not…” He frowned at the toned down blue and red selected for the suit. “Not this.”
“Did you get Pendragon’s files for me?” Alex asked changing the topic.
He picked up a usb and tossed it to her. “It’s all there, and also...her’s. I mean I know she’s not our Kara but I thought you might want it.”
Alex swallowed thickly pocketing the small drive. “Keep up the work. After you get off I’ll meet you in lab 5 to start work on the portal.”
“We’ll get her back.” Winn’s face set firmly.
Alex gave a sharp nod. “In the meantime get Mon-el to tell you everything he knows about portals. He may be a space frat boy, but he might know something that could help.”
Hayashi was not expecting a phone call from Cat Grant at eleven am. In fact he hadn’t even known the woman had his phone number. Hands slightly shaking he answered. “Ms.Grant?”
“Harper.” She drawled, though there was a certain roughness to her voice. “You’re at the Hilton in DC yes?”
He gaped at the wall of his hotel room. Somehow he was going to tell Snapper to shove it and never ever take an assignment in DC ever again. “Yes…?”
“Good, come up to the penthouse suit. Bring your cell phone or recorder or whatever you have. You’re interviewing Supergirl. And bring some aspirin with you.” She hung up the phone before he could say anything.
Hayashi stared at the phone in his hand. He’d only been a reporter for a few years, this article on corruption was supposed to be his big break. But Supergirl? Cat Grant was the only one to have ever gotten an interview with the woman except for the occasional comment some of the junior reporters managed to get by chasing crime scenes. He lept to his feet and started desperately straightening his clothing and grabbing his things.
Clambering out the door he sprinted for the elevator. Jamming his finger into the button he tapped his foot anxiously waiting for the doors to open. He felt jittery as hell when the door dinged open. Hayashi practically lept into the elevator hitting the top floor button and then mashing the close doors one. It grated his nerves as the boring jingle of elevator music floated around.
Hopping from foot to foot he glared at the slowly ticking numbers as the elevator rose. He was going to get to interview Supergirl! Hell he was apparently staying in the same hotel as Ms. Grant, wasn’t that something. Biting his lip he nervously straightened his hair as the doors finally opened to the top floor. Jogging to the door he froze with his hand in the air. The door was cracked open. Cautiously he pushed it open. The sight before him broke his brain.
“Oh good you’re here. Hand over the aspirin.” Cat Grant croaked from where she was...sprawled across the foot of the bed.
He edged closer holding out the travel packet he’d stuffed into his pocket on his way up. She snatched them from his hand, ripped the package open and dry swallowed them.
“Um...are you alright?” He asked slowly while glancing around the room in concern. Someone had used...lipstick to write up lists of what looked like a media plan over the walls. His jaw opened as he spotted a figure slumped on the balcony staring up at the sun in a black tactical outfit and familiar blond hair.
Taking a step back he heard a clink. Looking down he saw an empty blue bottle of what was probably illegal alcohol. Had Cat Grant gotten drunk with Supergirl? Staring in disbelief he saw a very unflattering drawing of Snapper Carr done in mascara by the vanity. And was that a picture of Supergirl throwing some blonde woman in a gown into space? Oh that was a caricature of Lane with her hair on fire. Clearing his throat he focused back on Cat. “Did you need something?”
“Yes, or I wouldn’t have called you here.” The woman groaned before lifting up her bloodshot eyes and glaring at him. “Now keep your voice down.”
“Yes Ms. Grant.” He carefully stepped over the bottle and moved to the balcony. Sticking his head out he looked at what was a hungover looking Supergirl in civilian clothing. “Do you need aspirin too?”
She looked up at him. He sucked in a breath at the difference. “I’m fine, thanks Hayashi.”
“You know my name?!” He startled taking a step forward.
She smiled up at him widely as she floated up to her feet. “Of course I do.” Supergirl glanced at Cat who was still laying there like she was pretending she didn’t exist. “Come on, we should order some room service before she starts yelling.”
Hayashi blinked as he followed Supergirl into a hotel room containing a hungover Cat Grant. It was the craziest thing he’d have ever imagined. Crazier even, he was almost convinced it was a dream. Supergirl seemed to ignore his awe as she grabbed the phone and called down to the front desk and started ordering a truly ungodly amount of food.
Cat glared up at Supergirl from her position. “I’m not paying to feed the bottomless pit you call a stomach.”
“Yes you are.” Supergirl said over her shoulder. “Think of it as an apology for trying to fire me.”
“Fire you?!” Hayashi yelped looking back forth between the two women.
Cat turned on him. “Oh shut up Harold.”
“Be nice you’re asking him do us a favor.” Supergirl chided from where she was hanging up the phone.
“I liked you better when you were afraid of me.” Cat said while sitting up properly for the first time. “Get me a glass of water before you smile at me.”
There was a whoosh and then Cat was holding a glass of water with a smugly smiling Supergirl at her elbow. Hayashi finally lost it. “What’s happening? Why am I here? What happened to the wall! And is that a bra on the lamp shade?”
Both women stared at him before Cat sighed and stood up walking over to the said lamp and grabbing the bra. “I’m taking a shower. Explain Supergirl would you. And if you eat my hangover hashbrowns you are dead to me.”
Hayashi gaped as his CEO walked into the bathroom and shut the door with a definitive bang. He turned to Supergirl and stared at her helplessly. She sighed and beckoned him over to the bed where she promptly jumped up and sat down cross legged on it. He carefully perched on the edge.
“Well, I suppose it’s best to start you with why Cat called you.” Supergirl pushed some of her hair behind one ear, letting her scare show properly. “Time Travel and alternate realities are all real. I’ve been gone fighting in a war for a while. Of course I’m giving the exclusive to Catco. Cat has commitments here which means she can’t write the story.”
“So you got drunk? I didn’t even know you could get drunk.” He muttered.
She laughed in a ringing sound of delight. “Gosh no, at least not on human stuff. Alien alcohol is a thing though and well, even for someone with my constitution it’ll work. But no, we were catching up. It’s been a few years for me and I consider Ms.Grant a dear friend.”
He pulled out his phone. “So um...do you want to do the interview now?”
“Sure, I’m already going to get yelled at for just disappearing like this.” She shrugged. “I’m fairly sure Cat’s going to have you sign some NDAs so you never say a word about this morning though.”
“Probably.” He didn’t find himself too put out about that. No one would believe him if he said Cat Grant and Supergirl got smashed in a hotel room and wrote over the walls in makeup. He wasn’t completely sure he believed his own eyes. Clearing his throat he turned on the recording app. “So where did you get that scar Supergirl?”
She reached up touching her cheek. “Blew out my powers fighting a powerful enemy. There were more enemies left though and I was punched in the face by a man wearing a metal glove. She gave him a self deprecating laugh. “It’s a bit distinctive.”
Nodding he jotted down his impression while continuing. “So why were you fighting?”
“Well, The Blur who helped me last year was from another reality. On his reality they were being invaded by a species of alien called the Dominators. By working together as Alien and Human alike we were able to repel the attackers.--”
Merlin climbed out of bed and picked up the ringing cellphone. “Kara! Why didn’t you call us last night?”
-”Cat and I got drunk. It was nice.”- Her voice came through.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anything else to mention?”
-”I gave an interview to Catco about what happened.” Before he could interject in outrage she hurried on. “Don’t worry, I only told them about what happened on earth 1 but implied I was there longer. The official story is I fought in a war against invading aliens on an alternate earth and am back, now a veteran defender of earth. Cat said something about accompanying articles on the multiverse theory and a profile on the Blur and metahumans.”-
Merlin cocked his head to the side while digging through the takeout menu drawer. “So you got started handling the media then.” He gave a hum as he looked at the pizza menu. “Probably smart. Will you back in time for dinner? I’m about to order some pizza.”
-”Nevermind about all that. How did it go with Gwen!”- Kara exclaimed eagerly.
A stupid smile pulled across his face. “Well, we almost got maced and reported to the police but she put the ring on and she’s our Gwen. But younger. Anyways she and Arthur are still in our room. I got tired of the reunion pretty fast. I mean, sex is fine and all occasionally but not really my cup of tea.”
Kara laughed into the receiver. -“Have her call me when they drag themselves out of bed. And Merlin I think I’m going to stay here another night. Cat says there’s a barbecue place she finds tolerable. After she goes to sleep I need to stop by and see J’onn...I’ve been avoiding him and it’ll probably take most of the night. Make sure there’s donuts tomorrow I’ll get there fairly early.”-
“And she’s treating you like yourself?” He leaned against the counter, his face hardening. There had been a lot of yelling at game night.
-“Yeah.”- He heard a sigh on her end. -“It’s not the same as it was.”-
Lena looked up as Jess entered her office looking surprisingly nervous. It was just past lunch and she didn’t have any meetings. “Jess? Has something happened.”
“There’s a lawyer asking to speak with you. A Ms. Schmied.” Jess winced slightly as the name left her lips.
Lena straightened in surprise. What on earth was a worker’s rights lawyer doing asking to speak to her personally, instead of contacting her own lawyers. “Send her in then.”
“Should I send a call down to legal?” Jess asked.
“Yes, I want an audit of everyone fired or injured in the workplace for the last four months. See if they can have it on my desk by tomorrow. Overtime pay of course.” She set her pen down and closed the folder of paperwork she’d been filling out. Standing she moved to pour herself a glass of water while Jess stepped out of the room. Walking back to her desk she sat down again.
She didn’t have to wait long for the door to open once more and a pretty and professional woman to step inside. There was a sort of regal grace to her she hadn’t expected. Though perhaps not surprising. “Ms. Schmied?”
The woman smiled widely at her, it rather disconcerting. “Lena Luthor hmm..?”
Lena raised a brow while leaning back in her chair. “I’m sorry, do I know you personally? I wasn’t aware we’d met.”
“You didn’t put it on then?” Ms. Schmied’s smile turned knowing. Stepping forward she boldly took the seat across from her desk. “Weren’t you curious who you used to be?”
“You…” Lena took in the woman again. “Guinevere.”
Guinevere smiled happily and nodded. “Gwen actually. How’d you know?”
“Your name is Gwen Schmied. According to the journal, the historical Guinevere was the daughter of a blacksmith. Schmied is german for smith. Then well, you meet the description she gave of you.” Lena considered the woman before her. “Why are you here?”
“Applying for a job, and heading off the boys.” Gwen opened her purse and pulled out a folder and handed it over. “My resume.”
Lena accepted it warily. “You normally sue people like me.”
“But not L-corp since you took over.” Gwen gave her a knowing look. “You may not have accepted your memories yet but I did.” She rolled her eyes, “though mostly because I just wanted the crazy boys to leave me alone. Turns out it they weren’t crazy and I should have listened to their explanation more seriously.” She continued more seriously herself. “But I know you, and I know if I want to make a difference being by your side is the place to be. Also we were friends, best friends once upon a time. I’d like to get to know this you. And I’m a better option than either of the boys dropping by, they’re as subtle as bricks.”
“The boys?” Lena asked, her heart ached. She wasn’t the person these people loved.
Gwen nodded gently. “Yes, Arthur and Merlin. You know they’re here right?” She waited for her to give a nod before continuing. “Well you are Arthur’s sister. He’d burn the world down to protect you and Merlin’s Merlin. You two were always in the library together, noses in books. I’m fairly sure Kara asking them to give you space is the only reason they haven’t broken in already.”
Lena stood her hands splayed on the top of her desk. She was done. “I’m not Morgana. I’m not...I just found out that apparently I was Morgana Pendragon in a former life, who while her I married my time travel displaced best friend who, by the way, is also an alien superhero who took a wrong turn when getting back from fighting an alien invasion in another dimension. But I’m not that person!” Lena panted at her exclamation, but her frustration was boiling over still. “None of that matters because I’m Lena Luthor, even if I were to remember these things I’m still me, not her. So excuse me for not wanting to attempt to fake being someone I’m not.”
Gwen stood carefully. “No one thinks you’re Morgana.” She reached out pointing at her chest. Her finger poked her softly over her heart. “But that, that’s the same. And to us that’s all that matters. Just like I am and I’m not Guinevere Pendragon. Until you believe me however how are the job prospects here?”
Lena stared at her. She was lost, and she knew it, but there was something there. “I’ll have the head of legal call you.”
J’onn looked up from his desk. “Kara, come to see me last then?”
“I missed you.” She stepped closer to him. “I...I wasn’t sure what to say.”
He stood up opening his arms. A grunt escaped his lips as he felt his daughter of heart thudding into his chest. Wrapping his arms around her he smiled softly into her hair. “I’m glad you came back to us.”
“I’m sorry for not coming sooner.” She held him with the strength she kept hidden.
J’onn ran a hand over her hair. “Well I heard about your trials from Alex, Winn, James, and an Arthur Pendragon.”
She pulled back smiling softly. “I’m tired of explaining it all. Are you mad?”
“No.” He cupped her face between his hands and brought their foreheads together. “I’m proud of you for surviving”
She shuddered under his hands for a long second. “I had a saying while I was gone you know. What Would J’onn J’onzz Do. It was really helpful.”
He smiled releasing her and stepping back slightly. “Then I am glad I was with you in that small way while you were gone.”
“You’re as much my father as any man.” She reached out clasping his arm. “I didn’t tell you before, not really. I should have though, I don’t care if you’re not my blood. You’re as much family as anyone.”
He felt his face warm. “As you and Alex are my daughters.” Crossing his arms he felt his eyes narrow. “Now, about that Arthur Pendragon. He treats you right?”
“He’s my brother in-law.” She frowned. “I thought they would have told you that.”
J’onn sucked his tongue slightly. “He came in here lecturing me about not protecting you. The tech he wants put in your new suit, it wouldn’t be hard for someone to turn it against you if they had access to your suit. Do you trust him?”
“Completely.” She drew her shoulders back. “As much as I trust you.”
Grumbling slightly he eased his posture. “Well, I’ll just have to get used to working with him then.”
“Is Alex?” She trailed off looking guilty.
J’onn rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Give her time. You’ve had a lifetime to accept what’s happened, she hasn’t. She will always be your sister.”
“Thank you.” Shaking herself she smiled sadly. “I spoke with Cat, we’ve organized a plan. Afterall, I can’t be Kara Danvers and Supergirl anymore. The world needs Supergirl….and I don’t think Kara Danvers exists anymore.”
He sighed, he knew the weight she carried. But he loved her, unconditionally. It didn’t matter who or what she’d become, he would always love her, be proud of her. “Well then, I look forward to working with you once more Kara Pendragon.”
So as recommended by a few of you guys I finally womaned up and watched the new King Arthur Legend of the Sword movie. Oh my god guys! I loved it so much! Like hugs all round for making me watch it! Sure objectively it was a super flawed film and it needed to linger on emotional moments to give a real sense of emotional build up and pay off. But you know what, I don't even care. I'm so pleased with the damn thing. Best Arthur move in ages! Like dude! The music! And I loved how they did magic!
And the editing was fun and smart which was just so cool to see! I'm still riding high off that movie and am just so darned pleased about the whole thing. Like go watch it! It's a mediocre film but damn it it's fun. Like just so badass, and it's fast paced and I was so down with it. Also I'm still shook that like the prostitutes were sympathetic characters, and all but one of them survived and were made court ladies by Arthur. That never happens! I was just waiting for them all to be killed like always but then they lived! Holy shit guys that was so nice to see!
The music though! God I loved the music so much. And it helps they just did their own thing with the story. The story in the film isn't the familier blue-print of the tale. Which is refreshing to see, there was a story there that the director wanted to tell and it worked better for it. It was a good mix of the familier and nostalgic with the new and the exciting. As a stand alone film like three out of five stars. As an arthurian nerd five out of five.
Chapter 3: Not an Update
So I'm going to stick this one on hiatus. I've kinda hit a wall...Which means I'm gonna stick this one hiatus while I get the next four or so chapters worked out so that the pacing works right. In a month...maybe two I should have it worked out and will be back to posting, so it's not permeant or anything. Just wanted to give you guys a heads up.