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Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. [...] When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
- Love Actually
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Lex, Clark, and Lois
“Lena Luthor, come out, come out, wherever you are,” Lex singsongs as he slowly creeps towards the library. He has his back to the wall, ready to take aim at a moment’s notice. He hears something and smiles, moving more urgently towards the door.
“Come on, kid,” he chides. “You can’t hide forever.”
He kicks the library door open and throws his gun up.
“Surrender!” He yells.
The empty library looks at him, echoing his threats. He lowers his gun and leans forward to look around the library.
“Never!”
By the time he turns and aims his gun, it’s too late. He’s attacked by a barrage of Styrofoam bullets. Several hit his face and he throws his hands up in defense, backing into the library.
“Rule number one is not the face!” He calls out as he shields his face. “Ow! My eye!”
Lena scoffs and holds her Nerf machine gun with two hands. She continues her merciless assault.
“That rule didn’t apply when you backed me into the pool.”
“I was twelve!”
“I couldn’t swim!”
“How is that my fault?”
“LENA LUTHOR!”
Lena drops her gun in surprise. Lex takes the opportunity to shoot his own significantly smaller Nerf gun, hitting his sister square in the chest.
“ALEXANDER!”
He throws his hands up. Both of them look sheepish, like a pair of children being scolded by their mother. Which is exactly what’s happening.
“Really?” Their mom sighs from the first floor, looking up at them with a hint of a smile on her face. “The incumbent Mayor of Metropolis and the newly minted CEO of LuthorCorp. Where did I go wrong?”
“She started it!”
“He started it!”
They both say in unison, pointing to the each other.
Hands on her hips and eyebrow raised, their mother shakes her head and laughs.
“Come on then,” She waves them down. “Clark is hell-bent on giving a speech and Lois says he’s been practicing in front of a mirror for days.”
“Oh boy,” Lex says, slinging his arm over Lena’s shoulders. “This I’ve got to see.”
-
“Lex and I met in college,” Clark starts. He’s holding a cold beer in his hands, standing at the end of the tent. He looks at the crowd around him, mostly close friends and the Luthors, celebrating Lex’s unprecedented landslide victory. Everyone stops eating and looks at him. “I accidentally set a bag of popcorn on fire in the microwave—”
“How is that even possible?” Lois calls out with a teasing smile.
“Shh,” Clark replies, earning laughs from the small group. “Anyway. My dorm started filling with smoke and the guy from across the hall ran in and saved the day.”
He clears his throat.
“That’s Lex Luthor in a nutshell. And I’m sure if you were paying attention at all during this election campaign, you know almost everything there is to know about Lex. He’s faced challenge after challenge—Lillian dying when he was young, his own personal illness, and, most recently, the passing of Lionel, arguably one of the greatest men I’ve ever known.”
There are nods and silent smiles. Some voices murmur ‘hear, hear’ and Lex raises his beer in agreement.
“And he’s come out stronger and wiser every single time,” Clark continues. “He has a track record of putting others before him and I am hopeful for our city’s future, knowing it’s in his capable hands. Thank you, Diana, for raising a great man I am proud to call my friend and brother.”
He raises his beer and flashes Lex a bright smile.
“To Lex Luthor and to the future of Metropolis. Cheers, everyone!”
-
“That was quite the speech Smallville,” Lex beams, clapping Clark on the back. He hugs Lois tightly.
“Trust me, it took a lot of practice,” Lois keys him in, looking at Clark with a raised eyebrow. “Admirable in his determination, like when he agreed to go up the mountain with us having never skied before.”
Lex guffaws.
“Well, he was determined to impress you,” Lex reminds her. “I tried talking him off the ledge, maybe start with something less life threatening like tennis or bowling.”
“Oh, he did impress me,” Lois counters. “I don’t think I’ve seen someone fall that many times.”
“Okay, okay,” Clark puts his hands up, the tips of his ears turning red. “We get it. Not my best idea. I’m sorry I’m not as good at getting women to like me like this guy over here.”
Lois and Lex laugh. Lois leans in and hugs Clark, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You got your girl in the end,” She says, looking up at him lovingly. Clark smiles a dimpled smile at her.
“And I got enough videos for blackmail to last a lifetime,” Lex adds, breaking the moment.
Lois excuses herself to get more water. Lex brings his beer bottle up to his mouth, watching Clark discreetly as he watches Lois walk away.
“Say, where’s the hero of the hour? I want to take a picture with that famous cousin of yours.”
“She’s over by the food,” Clark says, craning his head to look. “Well, she was. Huh. Where did she go?”
“Who are you looking for?” Lois asks, standing between them.
“Kara,” Clark supplies. Lois grins.
“Supergirl?”
Lex raises an eyebrow and Lois laughs. Clark just shakes his head.
“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Clark says, eyes wandering around for his cousin. “I don’t know where she went, but we’ll find her before the day is over.”
-
The sun is setting by the time the last of their guests leave the Luthor estate. Diana hugs Lois and Clark, thanking them for all of their help during the campaign. She makes her way to the grand staircase, stopping to ask Lex if he’s seen his sister.
“I’m sure she’s here somewhere,” Lex calls out after her. He turns to the pair in front of him. “I’ll walk you guys to your car.”
He shrugs on his coat and puts his hands in his pockets, trailing after Lois and Clark. It’s a nice and quiet evening, punctuated by the orange glow of the sky. They stop right by Clark’s car.
“Thank you again,” Lex says, “for all you two have done. This wouldn’t have happened without either of you.”
Clark flashes his boyish grin and throws an arm over his shoulder. Lois sighs with mock humility and loops an arm around his. Lex smiles, sandwiched between the two of them.
“I know I’m great,” Lois chides, “but you can say it again.”
Lex shakes his head and looks out at the setting sun. Clark breaks his reverie.
“Hey, Lex? There’s something we want to ask you.”
“Yes?”
“We, uh,” Clark trails off, looking at Lois with uncertainty.
Lex laughs and looks at Clark and then Lois.
“Well, out with it.”
After a moment, Lois sighs loudly and throws Clark a dirty look. She pulls away from Lex and turns to face him fully.
“Oh, for goodness sake,” she says exasperatedly. “I’m pregnant and we’d like for you to be the godfather.”
Silence.
Clark waits with bated breath. He leans over and looks at Lex.
“Lex?”
Lois frowns.
“I think we broke him,” She mumbles, waving her hand in front of his face.
“Oh my god!” Lex exclaims, breaking out his stupor. He hugs Lois and lifts her from the ground. Lois lets out a surprised yelp. After setting her down, Lex turns to give Clark a bear hug. He pulls away and holds him by the shoulders. “That’s amazing. You two are having a baby! Of course, I would be honored!”
“Thank you,” Clark lets out a breath of relief.
“No,” Lex shakes his head. Keeping an arm around Clark’s shoulder, he pulls Lois in for a hug. “Thank you! I feel like it was just yesterday that I helped this guy with his outfit for your first date.”
“There’s nobody else I would trust more with our child,” Lois tells him with a smile.
-
“There you are! I’m heading back to my apartment—” Lena stops mid-sentence when she walks into the library. Lex is sitting in their father’s chair by the fire, glass of scotch in one hand and eyes trained on the fire.
“Is everything alright?” She asks, sitting on the ottoman and leaning forward in an attempt to catch his eyes.
“Of course,” Lex says quietly, looking away and swirling his scotch in an attempt to lie to the one person in the world who can see right through him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Lena eyes him for a minute. She sighs and frowns.
“If you say so,” She rises and leans forward to kiss him on the forehead.
“Go to bed,” She chastises him. “Wouldn’t do well to have the incumbent Mayor of Metropolis be seen with bags under his eyes.”
“Yes, mom,” He teases. He eyes the jacket around her shoulders. “Have a good night, Lena. Nice jacket”
“Good night, Lex,” Lena responds, ignoring him and closing the door behind her.
Lex looks at the closed door for a few minutes before returning his attention to the creased picture in his hand: Clark looking at the camera, all bright smiles and windswept hair, with his arm around Lex’s shoulders; and Lex looking at Clark like he hung the stars in the night sky.
Cat, Carter and Winn
“Supergirl? Really? Why couldn’t it have been Superwoman?”
Cat Grant tuts, pouring some juice into a glass. She looks at the Bluetooth speaker on her counter.
“And what, pray tell, is so bad about ‘girl’?” She chastises her once intern. “I’m a girl. And the queen of media. And powerful and rich and hot and smart. If you perceive the term ‘Supergirl’ as anything less than excellent—isn’t the problem you?”
“I guess you have a point.”
Cat scoffs.
“Of course I do,” She tells her. “Need I remind you, Kara Danvers, of the other ‘girls’ who helped you on this journey of yours? Was it not in my office where you met Sally Ride while I interviewed her?”
“Yes, Miss Grant,” Kara sighs through the speaker.
“Speaking of interviews,” Cat starts, shifting gears. “I expect an exclusive interview upon your return to National City. Don’t even think about saying a peep to your cousin’s wife.”
Kara laughs.
“It’s only makes sense,” Cat continues. “You first considered becoming an astronaut while working at CatCo after all. How poetic would it be to grace our cover over a decade later, as the hero who saved her ISS crew members from imminent death?”
“That’s a little dramatic,” Kara counters.
“Turn left on Oheka Drive,” chirps an automated GPS voice through the speakers.
“You can navigate the stars but you need a GPS to direct you on land?” Cat teases.
“This is my first time going to the Luthor Estate,” Kara says defensively.
“Oh, rubbing elbows with the Luthors now?” Cat raises an eyebrow.
“It’s just a small barbecue. Lex won the Metropolis mayoral election and Clark asked me to go,” Kara responds. Cat hears the sound of an engine powering down. “And I’m here.”
Cat opens her mouth but Kara beats her to it.
“I will give you a call when I’m back in National City,” a car door opens. “And Cat? I’m sorry for your loss. I hope Carter is okay.”
Cat inhales deeply, looking out the window and crossing her arms.
“There was nothing to lose.”
“Cat.”
“Well,” Cat straightens her back. “Off you go to socialize with the upper echelons of society. I have things to do, places to go, people to see.”
Kara sighs.
“Bye, Miss Grant.”
“Farewell,” Cat says, pressing on the end call button.
She nods to herself and walks up the stairs. Pausing in front of her son’s room, she lifts a hand to knock on the door. She hesitates, almost walks away, before nodding to herself and trying again.
“Carter?” She calls out. “Breakfast is ready. I made your favorite, Belgian waffles with PB&J.”
“I’m not hungry,” Is the quiet response she gets. Cat frowns. It’s futile at this point.
“Alright,” Cat sighs. “I’m going to work now. Your nanny can warm the food for you when you’re ready.”
She doesn’t get a reply.
“I’ll see you tonight,” She says, walking away.
-
‘Joe Morgan, CatCo Media CEO Cat Grant’s ex-husband, dies at age—’
‘—unexpected death. Leaving behind son, Carter Grant—’
‘—radio silence from the Queen of Media—’
Cat turns off the television, dissatisfied with every channel she selects. She flips open her laptop and sighs. It’s been several hours since she got in and she’s been unable to accomplish anything for the day, beyond snapping at her most recent assistant and anyone else on her warpath.
Leaning back, she checks her phone for a reply from her son. Nothing.
She grabs her glass for a drink and sees that it is empty. Her personal refrigerator is also devoid of water bottles. Pinching the bridge of nose, Cat Grant gets calls for her assistant.
“Siobhan?” She calls into the intercom and frowns at the lack of a response. Looking up, she sees the desk is empty.
“For crying out loud,” She mutters to herself.
Getting up, she walks over to the employee break room. The employees scamper out as soon as she enters and Cat rolls her eyes. She looks around, never having been in the room before. It doesn’t take long for her to spot the bottles of Fiji water. She stops on her way back, spotting the platter of superhero themed cupcakes someone had obviously brought in from home.
Cat looks around, making sure no one is nearby to witness anything incriminating. She eyes the cupcakes with distrust but even she can’t deny the perfection in the icing. There are empty wrappers from previously consumed cupcakes and no one has dropped dead in her office (at least, to her knowledge) so she assumes these are not poisoned. She loathes to feed Carter processed sugar, but she’s sure the Ironman cupcakes will at least entice him to eat something.
Making up her mind, she grabs the last two cupcakes and heads back to her office.
-
“Mom? Why are you holding that?” Carter says with a questioning look on his young face, eyeing the cupcakes in Cat’s hands. He’s sitting quietly by the pool, his feet dangling in the water. He looks so tired and downcast for someone his age. It breaks her heart, seeing him so sad.
She smiles and waves the cupcakes.
“Superhero cupcakes,” She says cheerily, holding back the nausea from the fake sugary smell. “An employee brought them in.”
Carter eyes them quietly, licking his lips ever so discreetly.
“Do you want one? I’ll eat the other with you,” Cat tells him, gingerly sitting on the ground next to him.
Her son laughs.
“Mom,” He says with a disbelieving tone. “You don’t eat cupcakes.”
Cat shrugs.
“I will if you promise to eat the other one,” She notes. “And then maybe you can split some of the oven baked pizza I got for us.”
Carter looks at her, seemingly pondering her proposition. After a beat, he smiles.
“Well, the Ironman cupcake looks really cool…”
-
“Dad and I used to watch this really awesome show called the Great British Bake Off,” Carter says quietly, finishing his second slice of pizza and putting his plate on the coffee table. He leans back into the couch and snuggles next to Cat. “It’s a baking competition.”
“Do you want to watch it now?” Cat asks, tucking her feet and throwing her arm over his shoulders.
“No.”
“Oh,” Cat deflates a little.
“But I was thinking,” Carter starts, pulling away and looking at her. “What if you made a special American version? It would be so cool.”
Cat looks at him and seriously ponders his suggestion.
“You can make it a celebrity version or something,” He goes on, clearly having given this a lot of thought. “Mom, maybe you can be a contestant too!”
If her eyes were any bigger, they would pop out of their sockets.
“Me?” She says incredulously, an eyebrow arching as high as they can go. “Carter, darling, you know I can’t bake.”
“That’s okay,” He tells her with a bright smile. He leans in, like he’s about to tell her a big secret. “You and I can learn together. We can practice baking!”
It’s not a bad business venture, Cat thinks to herself. She has heard of the show and its success across the pond. The premise is simple enough and the celebrity aspect will most certainly pull interest with American viewers.
She looks back at Carter. He looks so hopeful and sure of his proposal, bright eyes looking at her expectantly. This is the happiest she’s seen him since his father died.
“Well, let’s get to it,” She says with a smile. Carter’s face breaks into a huge grin and he jumps to give her a big hug.
-
“Sit,” Cat says with a commanding tone. She stares down the employee she summoned in her office, who gulps and shakily takes the seat across from her desk.
“I have it on good authority you brought in those cupcakes yesterday,” She says with a raised eyebrow. “Winslow, is it?”
“It’s Winn,” He corrects her, hastily adding “Miss Grant” at the expression on her face. He refuses to meet her eyes.
Cat appraises him. She can’t tell if he’s about to cry or wet his pants. He sneaks a look and panics.
“I swear they’re organic, Miss Grant!” He starts explaining, pleading for what, Cat doesn’t know. “I’ll never do it again. Please don’t fire me.”
“Winslow,” She says with a sigh. “If you would stop groveling for a minute, it’s giving me a headache.”
She pauses and he closes his mouth, putting his pleading hands down.
“It pains me to say this, but I’m in need of your assistance,” She continues.
“With your computer?” He asks and Cat has to remind herself that Siobhan said something about IT or computers.
“No,” Cat supplies. “With baking.”
Kara and Lena
“That was a rather touching speech,” Lena says slowly, clapping her hands. “In typical Clark Kent fashion: mildly awkward delivery but genuine content.”
“He wouldn’t be Clark otherwise,” Lex says with a small smile, eyeing Clark from the back of the tent where they are. Clark gives him a small nod and Lena can see the faint blush on his face. She nudges him.
“Well, go on and say hi.”
“Try not to get in trouble,” He jokes, kissing the crown of her head.
Lena watches him make his way toward Lois and Clark. She takes a sip, quietly observing the interaction on the other side of the tent. A gust of wind passes and Lena frowns. She should not be feeling a breeze down there.
Venturing a look over her shoulder and pulling at the hem of her dress, Lena gasps loudly at what she finds. Her dress is torn and anyone can most certainly see her undergarments.
Discreetly, she backs into the buffet table.
“You know,” A voice startles her. “I’m all for sitting on tables, but you’re sort of blocking the potstickers.”
Lena turns quickly and is met with bright blue eyes. She knits her eyebrows, the face familiar but she can’t seem to place from where.
“You…” Lena trails off.
“Kara Danvers,” The other woman reaches out a hand to shake. The recognition immediately clicks.
“Oh my goodness,” Lena immediately leans forward and hugs her. “Kara! I didn’t recognize you without the glasses!”
Kara laughs.
“Or the pigtails,” Lena continues. She pulls away and looks at Kara. “It’s been years since we last saw each other.”
“Seventeen years,” Kara supplies. “I didn’t recognize you at first, if it makes you feel better.”
One of her brother’s staffers comes over for food and Lena almost jumps. She yanks Kara over to her and they almost topple over at the sudden shift.
“Uh, Lena,” Kara says hesitantly.
“I need your help,” Lena tells her. “Can you come with me? I ripped my dress and I need to go to my room and change.”
She turns slightly to show her dress and it’s not good, if Kara’s skyrocketing eyebrows (and matching blush) are anything to go by. Kara immediately averts her eyes and Lena turns around. Kara moves closer and puts a hesitant hand on her lower back.
“Sounds like a job for Supergirl,” Kara winks and nods towards the manor. “Lead the way.”
-
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Kara asks from her bedroom.
“Let’s just say that in an overzealous attempt to defend my crown as the better Luthor in Nerf gun warfare, I might have scaled a banister,” Lena explains, sticking her head out from the bathroom. She watches as Kara inspects the gadgets and books adorning her childhood bedroom. She picks up a miniature spaceship Lena made with welded metal back in high school.
“My dress must’ve gotten caught when I jumped to ambush Lex,” Lena says sheepishly, walking over with her unzipped dress.
“I sure hope you won,” Kara gives her a headshake. “Otherwise, this story just went from awesome to sad.”
Lena turns and offers up the zipper with a shy ‘please?’
“Of course I did,” She scoffs, mildly offended. Kara gives her a tap when she finishes zipping her up and Lena turns. She appraises Kara for the first time, now that her dress malfunction is a thing of the past. Kara gives her a smile before looking away, clearly unable to handle Lena’s intense gaze.
“Look at you,” Lena says. Kara looks back up at her and laughs.
“What?”
“All I remember is the scrawny ten-year-old with knobby knees and big glasses. And now you’re an international hero,” Lena says incredulously. “Ticker tape parade, commemorative stamps, there’s talk of naming libraries after you—”
“I’m told that’s when you know you’ve made it,” Kara teases. “That and when strangers ask you to kiss their babies.”
Lena laughs out loud. She walks to the door, intent on heading back to the party, but stops when she notices that Kara is not following her. She sees Kara stood by one of her bedroom windows quietly watching the festivities below.
“Do you mind if we don’t head back just yet?” Kara asks, hanging her head back to look at Lena.
“Of course,” Lena says. She nods her head towards the door. “Follow me. I think I know a place you’ll appreciate.”
-
“Holy canoli,” Kara breathes out, eyes wide with wonder. “What is this place?”
Lena stays behind and laughs as Kara all but runs into the room. She assesses almost every machine she passes by, unsure of which one to play with first. When she squeals and jumps with joy, Lena walks over to see what she’s pointing to.
“This was my favorite!” Kara all but yells, pointing to the Star Wars pinball machine. “How do you have this? How do you have an entire arcade in here?”
“Dad built this for us,” Lena says fondly, looking around the room and smiling at the memories. She runs her hands down the edge of the pinball machine reverently, remembering the rare moments when her dad was home and he’d put her on his shoulders so she could watch the ball bounce around the machine.
When she snaps out of her reverie, she sees Kara looking at her with a soft expression on her face. She smiles and nudges Lena.
“Let’s see the competitive Luthor streak that leaves no dress undamaged.”
Lena’s face breaks out into a grin. She winks, causing Kara to lose her bravado.
“You would want to see that happen again, wouldn't you?”
Kara flounders, mouth opening and closing.
“No!” She half-yells. “That would be disrespectful.”
Lena laughs and moves to the foosball table.
-
“So,” Lena stops, taking another sip of her wine. She watches as Kara looks up, cheeks full of kebabs and a pepper sticking out of her mouth.
“Hrnh?”
Lena smiles to herself and shakes her head. After a rather competitive bout of foosball, air hockey, and an assortment of arcade games, Kara’s hunger made its presence known via her loud grumbling stomach. Now, they’re tucked away in a corner of the large kitchen, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the catering crew. The chef, at first aghast at the amount of food Kara has already eaten, keeps eyeing them nervously now that he’s recognized who she is. Kara keeps telling him his cooking is out of this world, leaving the chef even more flustered than before.
“Your dreams came true. You became an astronaut,” Lena continues. “I remember you gushing about it. With your NASA t-shirt.”
“That I did.”
“I want to hear about the whole journey,” Lena urges her. Kara swallows a particularly large bite and downs a glass of water.
“That would take a long time,” She shrugs, hopping on the counter next to Lena.
“How about you give me an abbreviated version?” Lena leans forward, giving Kara a cheeky grin.
“Well,” Kara starts. “I will if you tell me about you first. All I remember is a bossy thirteen year old who was too cool and adult to talk to me.”
Lena laughs.
“I’m not familiar with being the one who is out-negotiated,” Lena tells her. Kara smiles.
“You learn a thing or two when NASA keeps insisting you can’t bring freeze dried pot stickers or pizza to space.”
Lena laughs again, handing Kara more food.
“Well,” Lena starts. “There’s not much to say. I went to school and studied engineering and astrophysics. And since dad was a stickler for ‘starting from the bottom,’ I started with LuthorCorp’s R&D Department.”
“Nerd,” Kara interjects. Lena shushes her.
“When dad passed, Lex took over as CEO.”
Lena stops at the hand on her arm and sees Kara’s sad smile. She gives her own small smile and quietly says it’s okay.
“Now we’re here,” She says after a beat. “My brother is the new mayor of Metropolis and I’ve been called to the majors.”
“Hot shot CEO at 30,” Kara finishes for her.
“God bless us all,” Lena says with a sigh. Kara nudges her shoulder.
“You’ll do great.”
Lena smiles, taking the plate of ceviche from the chef and handing it to Kara.
“I’m moving the headquarters to National City, to avoid any conflict of interest,” Lena explains. “And, I need a fresh start.”
Kara jolts, toasted bread with ceviche halfway to her mouth. She hurriedly puts the toast down.
“Are you serious?” Kara looks at her with a large grin. “I live in National City!”
“Well, then I can say I now have one friend in National City,” Lena teases. It doesn’t faze Kara.
“That you do,” She reassures her. “Although, I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends very quickly. You being all…you.”
Lena scrunches her face.
“…What does that even mean?”
Kara blushes. She opens her mouth to speak.
“Lena?”
They both look up at the sound and find Lena’s mom looking at the two of them with a quizzical brow.
“Mom,” Lena says.
“You two are missing out on all the fun,” Diana nods her head to the door with a smile. “And Lex has been badgering Clark about getting his picture taken with Miss Danvers.”
Kara hops off the counter and holds a hand out for Lena.
“After you, my lady,” Kara says. Lena takes her hand and gracefully slides off the counter.
“Thank you.” Lena feels her face warm up and she chalks it up to the warmth of the grill and the stove.
-
“Well,” Kara shoves her hands in her pockets. “Looks like it’s time to call it a night.”
Lena looks around and notices that all the guests are gone. They wandered off hours ago, walking through the maze garden and chatting about everything under the sun—from NSYNC to orbital projections. The temperature has dropped considerably since the sun set. Lena pulls Kara’s mission jacket closer around her shoulders. Kara had insisted on her taking it once she noticed Lena shivering.
“Did you drive with Clark and Lois?”
Kara shakes her head.
“Nah, I drove by myself,” She says. “Had to use a GPS to find this National Park.”
“I’m glad you’re putting your interstellar navigational skills to good use,” Lena teases.
“I’ll have you know, I got a gold star in map reading when I was in astronaut school,” Kara puffs her chest and looks at her indignantly. Lena merely laughs and fake-slaps her on the arm.
They slowly meander over to Kara’s car rental and Lena notes that even Clark’s old truck is gone when they arrive at the driveway.
“This is me,” Kara stops at the door, looking at Lena expectantly. It takes a second for Lena to understand.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lena starts shrugging the jacket off. “You need your jacket back.”
Kara holds a hand out and shakes her head.
“Keep it for now,” She says, halting Lena’s movements. “Give it back to me in National City.”
Lena pauses.
“Is this your way of making sure I talk to you again?” She teases, putting the jacket on fully now. The sleeves are a little long and the tips of her fingers barely peek out.
“Maybe,” Kara gives her a lopsided grin. She hops into her car and gives Lena a salute. She leans out of the open window. “See you around, Lena.”
Lena leans down and gives Kara a kiss on the cheek.
“See you around, Supergirl.”