Supergirl One-Shots

The Thing About Goodbyes

Summary: Mon-El had to leave again, and Kara knew it. But what if they didn't have to say goodbye?

"I need to go back." Mon-El's voice was hoarse and barely there. Kara could see tears forming in his eyes and fought back her own.

"I can't abandon the Legion," he said as though trying to explain himself to her, "Or the world that I swore to protect, right when they need me the most."

"I know you can't," Kara said softly, trying to ease his mind even though all she wanted to do was scream, stay! "You wouldn't be the man you are if you did. The man I admire so much."

He nodded, and they both turned back to the night sky, full of memories of teary goodbyes and old promises.

"I really wish you didn't have to go," she confessed. Something changed in Mon-El's expression. A light behind his eyes, the corner of a lip turning upwards.

"Why don't you just come with me?" he asked abruptly. Kara's eyes widened and he seemed to catch himself. "I mean, um...I meant that." He searched her face, obviously afraid of her response.

Kara blinked rapidly, struggling to process his words. "You mean like...to the future?"

Mon-El nodded, the fear in his eyes turning to hope. "You wouldn't have to hide any part of yourself. You'd just be you, and we..." he faltered, licking his lips. "We wouldn't have to say goodbye again."

Kara could only stare at him, her heart pounding. Was this even really happening? She tried again to form a coherent sentence. "But...what about National City? And Alex..."

"National City has plenty of heroes," he reminded her gently. "The DEO, Martian Manhunter, Guardian. And we can come back as soon as Brainiac is defeated." At her continued silence, he hurried to add, "It's your choice, of course."

A slow smile spread across her face as the reality of his offer set in. They could be together. Without anything in the way. And she could help people the way she was meant to, never sacrificing a part of herself.

Impulsively, she surged forward and pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting softly. When they parted at last, Mon-El opened his eyes and gazed at her like he couldn't believe she was real. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" he murmured.

Her only response was to kiss him again.

Six months later

Alex hated days like these. Her damn alarm clock didn't go off, she didn't have time to grab a coffee, and arrived at her first day as Director grumpy, tired, and so not in the mood. And then she had to go through the entire day without Winn, Kara, or J'onn. Not that she wasn't more than capable of running this place alone. But still.

And now, looking at the huge dragon towering over her, the only thought in Alex's mind was that if God existed, he hated her.

...or maybe not. She jumped back in astonishment when a laser beam came from seemingly nowhere, stunning the dragon and causing it to fall unconscious to the ground.

But it was the two people that landed in unison not ten feet from the beast that had the Director's mouth dropping open.

The old suit was gone, replaced by an all-blue ensemble with the House of El shining on her chest. It mirrored the one next to it, the inverted colors complementing each other beautifully.

You see, the thing about goodbyes is that...

"Hey sis." Kara beamed.

"Hey," Alex breathed back.

The thing about goodbyes is that sometimes, they turn into something else. A new beginning.

Fin