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Lena Luthor wasn't a big fan of flying. Heights? That she could do. Helicopters? If she must. Airplanes… no, thank you.
But maybe a little company could help.
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Her first thought wasn't all that helpful — all those cameras didn't do her justice. It's low-hanging fruit, really.
Her second thought was a succinct why? Why was Supergirl here? Why did Supergirl have to be here? This wasn't how she wanted their first meeting to go.
Lena had imagined far more formality; something more on her terms. Fantasised, really, about giving a rousing speech denouncing Lex and his deeds. Proposing a new way forward — a Luthor and a Super working together. This feud wasn't theirs, Lena would say. Together they'd achieve so much more.
Her third was cut off by a phone screen. Pressed flat against her window, its glare jolting her back to the present. Back to the visitor she had at hand.
Lena squinted at what she recognised was the Notes app. It read:
Sorry for scaring you like that. Are you okay?
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Or: Lena is an anxious flyer, Supergirl keeps her company and they pine through a window.
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Kara and Lena attempt to break the world record for the longest marathon hug. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
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"You know, this…" she pointed at the two of them. Kara grumbled and slid Lena further up her front, letting her slide into the crook of her neck like putty. The finger paused in mid-air, matching its owner's disdain with a rigid tremble. "This must be some kind of world record."
"What world record?" Kara yawned. Her solid arms wrapped around her middle, clutching her tight. It's unfair, really. What else was Lena supposed to do other than flatten herself further into Kara? Certainly not be on high alert, that's for sure. What could go wrong when she's snuggly tucked against her best friend whom she may or may not have been harbouring feelings for —
"The World's Longest Marathon Hug!"
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The rebirth of Sarah Alder, beginning with a little gift.
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"I had another dream," she began. That much was expected. The crux of the matter had been 'about what?' from the very beginning. And now, Alder was about to receive an answer.
The cadet unfastened her hands from behind her back and all was silent.
A cupcake. Complete with a healthy swirl of cream and a striped candle. Alder couldn't mask her surprise if she tried.
"Happy birthday."
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It was all Alex's fault really; a drunken mistake most unfortunately. But now, Kara's been cursed and she only had so much time left before the unknown entity came for her. There was only one way to stop this. So, up the hill she ventured. Into the abandoned Luthor House.
Featuring: 1 (one) dumb Kryptonian, 1 (one) annoying sister, and 1 (one?) ghost
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She blinked, taking in the broken glass at her feet and the blackened smear on the last surviving window pane. Her hands found her face. Her glasses! She must've lost them during the chase. Although, that was the least of her worries now.The ghost gaped at her, evidently just as relieved that she hadn't blasted a(nother) hole into her as Kara was.
"I-I'm so sorry," Hands raised, Kara slowly backed away before that expression could morph into anger.
"Good," the ghost inclined her head, inspecting the damage. "Because you're fixing it."
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Of fallen food, heroic rescues and accidental (?) kisses
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Kara pulled away, slurping the noodle into her mouth and licked her lips with her now intimately-familiar tongue. A satisfied smirk slinked across from cheek to cheek.
"No food wastage on my watch," she declared. "I know your thoughts on the five-second rule." The wall clock ticked away helpfully in the background. Three times, Lena counted along. And then, her mouth clamped shut.
Or: Lena finds herself under Kara’s care and is slowly driven insane