Survivors

Chapter 11: The naming of powers and the Notebook

Alex walked quietly into the dark bedroom.Though it was ten PM she knew Kara was not sleeping. She knew the blonde's breathing patterns when she was asleep and she knew when the girl was pretending to be asleep. Unfortunately Kara pretended to be asleep much more than she actually slept.

Kara was curled on her side, wearing the long sleeved wool pajamas Eliza had bought her, after drying off and taking a very quick shower to rinse the salt water off her skin and out of her hair. Though she tried to hide it, Alex saw the hitch in the girls breathing patterns. She doubted Kara would get much sleep tonight. Her parents and her saw Kara from the cliff as she waded out into the ocean. It was dark but they could make out her shape until she was far out in the waves. It wasn't hard to figure out what Kara had done with the bag full of crystals.

Ignoring her own bed, Alex slowly pulled Kara's covers back and slid in next to her. Her little sister faced the wall so she pressed herself against her back and wrapped an arm around her, trying to draw her close. The older girl half expected Kara to turn her away, but instead the blonde gently grabbed her hand and held her close.

"I used to think Kal was weird. The only child not born with any enhancements, grown inside his mother's womb. I was wrong. It's how everyone here is born. Everyone on this planet is born free. I'm a science experiment. I was grown in a lab and molded to be whatever my family wanted me to be. I was the same as the water we drank, the food we ate, everything we used, I was no different. Everything we made, even ourselves, were born from science. I am a science experiment, Alex."

"No you aren't. Science experiments don't have the heart and soul that you do."

"All these supposed powers. All these so called gifts. Do you have any idea how badly I wish I was you? I would love to be you, even if for one day. To be able to run and not worry about going too fast so people won't know I am are different. To be able to hold things and not have to concentrate on whether I will break them. To be able to hug as hard as I can without worrying about breaking bones? I still have to hold Clark like glass. Do you know what I would give to be normal? To be human?"

Alex said nothing, letting the girl talk. She knew Kara needed this.

"I am ...I'm supposed to learn to control these beams out of my eyes? Why can't they work on something to help me get rid of them? They want me to fly? I don't want to fly. I don't want to see through walls. I don't want any of it. You have parents that love you, a mother that carried you and does not expect anything from you except love. My parents knew. They did not...didn't trust me to know about my own future. I was given a mission and that was it. My mother knew where Aunt Astra was, what she turned into and never told me. I didn't have a right to know anything. I was sent here as part of a deal, a deal to break the law I had been designed to enforce one day, in my own family. My own family knew. I started training to be Kal's care taker shortly after her was born. They knew for over a year, maybe longer. No it had to be longer, because Jor El wanted Kal to be untouched, grown inside his mother. He wanted him to be free of outside influences. Why would he want that? Because the rest of us were tools to be used. How long do you think they knew Krypton was dying? Two years, ten? They never said a word about it, not to me."

"I don't know why Kara. I can't answer that." the big sister answered, snuggling even closer to the blonde.

"He knew the area I would land and the dialect. They could have taught me the language. They could have explained what foods were available, what powers I would have. Instead they told me nothing. I was a science experiment like everyone else on Krypton. Just a pawn on a chessboard."

"You aren't a pawn, not anymore. You are my little sister now. What happened there doesn't matter. Besides Kara, all of us are born with some disposition. My parents are biologists. I love biology. They didn't force it on me, it was just the way I was made. Besides if we were pieces on a chest board we would be the queens. I call black."