When Our Worlds Collide

Chapter Three

She feels the bright morning sun tickling against her face, the warmth seeping into her skin which creates a surge of energy stronger than her morning cup of coffee. She stretches on instinct, a dopey smile reaching as far into her cheeks as possible. A moan of pleasure and absolute peace escapes her sleepy throat as she squirms against the most comfortable bed she's ever slept in.

Well...she can't really remember her past...maybe she has slept in a bed this spectacular but her body is pretty confident it was never this glorious.

Sudden whispers catch her attention, inspiring her eyelids to pop open and finally greet the day. That's when the blissful morning is swept away and replaced with pure panic. The world around her appears as if she is staring through some goggles that allow her to see through everything. In a haste, she slams her eyes shut and scrubs away the terrifying image before her. Quickly, she scrambles up in bed, her heart racing as tiny needles of anxious energy stab every inch of her body. Hesitantly, she peeks one eye open to discover the fancy dresser across the room is completely empty inside.

Without a second thought, she falls to the side of the bed, a mess of long limbs as she fumbles for her glasses on the nightstand. With her eyes closed, she slides them onto her face and sends a silent prayer to whomever is listening that she isn't suffering from some mental breakdown. Or worse, when she fell in the woods that she didn't hit her head and damage her vision in some way.

When she opens her eyes again, her world is back to normal and she exhales the biggest sigh of relief.

For a moment, she contemplates telling Regina about this little episode because there's something about the woman that feels familiar. She realized last night over dinner and some action movie Henry insisted on, that there's something in Regina's teasing smirk that feels a little like home. It's the flash of raven tresses that reminds her of something she can't really pinpoint just yet. And that quirk of an eyebrow that's intimidating yet slightly amused that makes her heart skip a beat. She feels safe with Regina.

She sure as hell can't run the risk of driving away the only person she feels safe around. 

"Welp, definitely not sharing that...yeah, they'll have me committed," she mumbles to herself just as she realizes those whispers are coming in a heck of a lot clearer.

"Couldn't you just flick your wrist and fill an entire wardrobe of clothes for her?" Kara hears who she believes to be Emma, drawing up the conclusion that they must be right outside her door now.

And not whispering any longer for her benefit.

"So she can interrogate us on where all the brand new clothes came from overnight?" Regina scoffs before some ruffling around takes place. "Use that brain of yours, Miss Swan."

"Fine, but why my clothes? Why can't she borrow yours since she's already staying here?"

"She's built more like you."

"Me? She's so thin, she's more like you."

There's a heavy pause where nothing is being said and Kara swears she can hear her own heartbeat pounding nervously in her ears...but it sounds more like two beating organs. She shakes away those irrational thoughts and decides she should probably stop eavesdropping. So, she rushes out of bed to slide into the conversation just outside her door, but what she doesn't notice is her foot tangled in the sheet and before she can even blink, she is tripping toward the door.

"Fudge," she shrieks, falling face first into the door but by some miracle she catches herself.

Maybe not so much a miracle because one hand latches onto the door handle and the other grips the frame and a piece of wall breaks off and crumbles in her hand.