When Our Worlds Collide

Chapter One

The soothing cool of the color green is in fact the exact opposite of the way it electrocutes every nerve, every cell in her body until she's weak, immobile. Worse, a sluggish pool of freshly poured concrete trudging through her veins and weighing her down. Yet, there is no Kryptonite here. Not this evening. Nothing more than the cold, hard, slab of concrete and rusty metal that blindsides her so severely that she finally bleeds.

Supergirl.

The woman of steel.

Bleeds.

Her head is throbbing, her world a spinning mess, streaking dull colors and echoing sounds she can't quite make out. She recalls a little girl in the horrified crowd and wants nothing more to protect her. Save her. She even thinks for a split second she discovers Lena, hopelessly watching from the sidelines and she'll be damned if she gives up this fight and allows anything to happen to her favorite human.

But she's barely clinging to life.

Even in her last moments when she has never been more sure of her own death, she wills herself to put on that brave face and be more alien than she has ever been before. She doesn't cower, she doesn't beg and plead on her hands and knees for her life. She remembers Alex's words and she forces herself to be the alien hero everyone expects of her. Deny all her human emotions. Reject fear, sympathy, and compassion.

And she vows that she is not afraid of Reign.

Even if she's battered, bleeding, in and out of consciousness, and dangling over the edge of some building that will go down in history as the place Supergirl was finally defeated by a villain.

"And I will reign," she vaguely hears her nemesis gloat before she realizes that she is free falling.

Panic slithers around her heart and squeezes so severely that she cannot possibly take her next breath. She desperately screams at herself to fly, move, something, but her body is nothing more than an empty vessel, her brain no longer in charge of the ship. Her mind becomes foggy as the wind whips violently around her. Her eyelids too heavy to pry open any longer. Her eyelashes flutter closed and the first person she sees is Alex.

The last thing she sees before she crashes brutally to the ground...green eyes, pale skin, ruby red lips, that salacious smirk.

It's as if a meteor violently collided into their busy street and destroyed the city. Lena doesn't think of much. For once in her crazy life, her mind shuts off and her body takes control. Heels be damned, she charges through the crowded street, banging into the strangers that have gathered to gawk at their hero, lifeless on the ground. She feels the rapid winds from the helicopter above but she doesn't hear the propellers. In fact, she doesn't hear anything at all; not the children screaming, not the gasps from every person witnessing their bloody, fallen hero, and she certainly doesn't hear James calling to her.

She mutters, excuse me, as she shoves through every person until she is front row for the ending of a sad movie she most certainly did not pay to see. She pauses for a split second, swallows thickly then rushes forward until her knees smack against the broken rubble all around Supergirl.

Her entire body trembles far worse than the aftershocks of Supergirl bursting through the street. She reaches, and god does she loathe the way her fingers tremble but she needs to touch her.

"Supergirl," faintly escapes her blood red lips but it's swallowed whole by the chaos around them.

"Supergirl!"

She whips around to the familiar voice to find Alex stumbling through the debris. Her heart leaps to her throat when she notices the thick tears streaming down the woman's face. Something suddenly feels completely off in Lena's chest. She can't quite pinpoint it but she knows something is missing and all too quickly, her chest feels hollow, as if someone just carved out her beating heart.