On my Island (Kara x Reader)

11. Blackout

Y/n pov

As i twirl the noodles around my fork, enjoying the warmth of the house - trying my best not to think about Kara - the television suddenly flickers and dies. I grab the controller and try to turn it back on, but it doesn't work.

"What now." Confusion furrows my brow as i glance around, realising that it's not just the TV, but every light in the entire house has gone out. The whir of the air conditioning stops, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Even the comforting hum of the refrigerator is absent.

I rise from my seat, noodles forgotten, and move to the window. The sight that greets me sends a shiver down my spine. The entire island is engulfed in darkness, a stark contrast to the usual twilight lights of the city skyline i'm accustomed to seeing at night.

"That's just great." The cause of the blackout eludes me, but i push the thought aside for now, focusing instead on finding a solution to the sudden darkness.

Shrugging off the initial sense of unease, i retreat to my room, the darkness pressing in around me like a tangible presence. And i feel like i need the inner light of Kara just to see. With practised hands, i don warmer clothes and light the fightplace, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across the room. I retrieve flashlights and a book from the shelf, hoping to pass the time until the power comes back.

But as i settle into the armchair by the fire, a bone-deep chill begins to seep into my bones, despite the warmth of the flames. The winter cold seems to penetrate every corner of the house, leaving me with no focus at all.

But as i read, the chill in the air seems to intensify, seeping into my bones and leaving me feeling strangely unsettled. "Okay, maybe reading isn't the best idea right now," i concede, setting the book aside with a frown. Maybe i could head out and see if i could do anything to get the generator going again. With a determined nod to myself, i grab a flashlight and make my way outside, the bitter cold biting at my exposed skin. There's not even snow out but it feels like a storm is coming.

The generator stands silent and still in the darkness, a looming shadow against the backdrop of the evening. With a sense of trepidation, i approach it, my breathing forming icy clouds in the frigid air. Flicking the switch, i hold my breath, hoping against hope that it will sputter to life.

But the generator remains stubbornly silent, refusing to yield to my efforts. With a frustrated sigh, i crouch down beside it, shining the flashlight on the tangled mess of wires and machinery. "Come on, you piece of junk." I mutter under my breath, fingers fumbling with the controls. Just like my dad taught me when i was a kid.

A sudden spark shots from the generator, causing me to yelp in surprise and recoil instinctively. The jolt of electricity courses through my body, leaving my muscles tingling and my heart racing. "Ow, dammit." I curse, shaking out my hand and nursing the small burn on my palm.

Realising that my attempts to fix the generator are futile, i reluctantly admit defeat. With a heavy heart, i trudge back towards the house, the darkness of the night seeming to press in around me with each step.

As i step back inside the house, the warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the candles welcome me home. I breath a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of safety wash over me in the families surroundings. My parents house. Where me and my brother was born, and where our mother died. But that last of safety isn't filling, as i know i left it -her- behind in National City.

"Well, that didn't go quite as planned." I remark, as if my mother was sitting there with me, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Looks like it's just you and me, candlelight."

With a weary sigh, i rub my hands together, trying to dispel the lingering tingling sensation from the electric shock. "Note to self; leave the generator repairs to the professionals." I mutter, a rueful smile plying on my lips.

But being glad for my gas stove, i put on some soup. And while it heats up, i pull out my mattress to lay in front of the fireplace. It'll keep me warm until the generator comes back, whenever that'll be. Or when the fire department drive around the islands to make sure everyone is alright, like they always do during a blackout, even in the winter.

The soft hiss of the stove greets me as i light it, the blue flames casting a gentle warmth into the room. I set a pot of water to boil, the comforting aroma of brewing tea filling the air. As the water heats, i rummage through the pantry, gathering ingredients for a healthy soup. Like the one mother made for me whenever i was sick as a child, which was a lot.

With practised ease, i chop vegetables and simmer them in a savoury broth, the aroma wafting through the house and stirring my appetite. I pour myself a steaming bowl, savouring the comforting warmth as it fills me form within. When i first cooked it for Kara, she was sceptical, and now she practically begs me to cook it every time it's my time to cook dinner.

As i finish my meal, i let Kara remain on my mind. Let the memory of her warmth warm my bones as i lay down on the mattress. All clothes still on, plus a few covers and blankets.

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I remember it like it was yesterday, the memory etched vividly in my mind like a cherished snapshot from the past. I was just a little girl, curled up on this very couch with a heavy blanked draped over me, my cheeks flushed with fever once again and my nose red from constant sniffles. My mother bustled around the kitchen, her movements quick and purposeful as she prepared a pot of soup.

"Mommy, i don't feel good." I whined, my voice muffled by the thick layers of blankets. "My heart hurts and my throat is scratchy."

My mother turned to me, a sympathetic smile on her lovely face as she approached with a comforting bowl of soup. "I know, princess." She said gently, her voice soft and soothing. "But don't worry, Mommy's going to take care fo you. Every time you're sick i'll be here."

She settled into the couch beside me, her warmth enveloping me like a cocoon as she cradled the bowl of soup in her hands. The fragrant aroma of chicken and vegetables filled the air, bringing with it a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"Here, honey." She said, offering me a spoonful of soup. "It's mommy's special recipe. I'll make you feel better in no time."

I took a hesitant soup, the warm broth soothing my scratchy throat and sending a comforting warmth through my body. "Mmm, it's delicious." I murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

My mother smiled back, her eyes filled with love and concern. "I'm glad you like it, princess." She said, brushing a stray hair from my forehead. "Now, why don't you finish your soup and then we'll get you tucked back into bed?"

I nodded, eager to comply to her suggestion. As i slowly made my way through the bowl of soup, my mother hovered nearby, offering words of encouragement and comfort. And when i had finally finished, she picked me up and took me to my bedroom, tucking me into bed with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Sleep tight, my princess." She whispered, her voice laced with tenderness. "I'll be right here if you need me."

I closed my eyes, the warmth of her love wrapping around me like a blanket as i drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the knowledge that no matter what the world threw at me, my mother would always bet there to take care of me.

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Just like her. The worlds Supergirl, and my Kara Danvers.