I had actually saved enough people today, and for such long stretches of time that I had broken a sweat. I guess that that should be acceptable when I had been holding ten floors of a parking garage full of cars on my shoulders for an hour and a half. The weight was crushing and the concrete scraped at my skin. I'm bulletproof and nearly completely indestructible, but that was definitely uncomfortable. I just wanted a hot bath and a nap in the peace of my own apartment.
Instead my phone rang and Cat Grant's voice demanded my presence in her office with in the next fifteen minutes or I was fired. I flew back to CatCo and stumbled to a stop on the roof. I can go for three days without sleep and right now at this instant, I've been going for sixty-four hours without stopping. I'd battle Red Tornado again for a mug of coffee. I'd blow out my powers and break my own arm again for coffee and a sunbed. I grab a mug on my way into Cat's glass room.
"I asked for that two hours ago, but I guess that now will do." Ms. Grant snatches the cup of coffee out of my hand before I have the chance to even get a sip in. Honestly, it's disappointing enough to make me cry.
"I'm sorry, Ms.Grant." I say but don't feel a word of it.
"What's going on here?" The older woman asks, gesturing to my person and looking me up and down.
"I don't know what you mean?" I say and it's almost a statement but I've truly stopped caring at this point.
"Are you in some kind of trouble Kiera? Did something happen today?" Cat Grant looks worried about me, her personal assistant, almost as though she cares. I collapse onto her couch casually, trying to disguise how exhausted I am.
She steps into my personal space, closer than she has ever been to me in all of my years of working at CatCo.
"You've never come into work without being completely put together even if you are way too perky. You've never had your hair down and loose, and you have definitely never missed buttons on your shirt before." Ms.Grant looks to be an odd combination of pissed off and confused.
"I'm sorry." I mumble. "What did you want me to do for you?"
I reach up to tie my hair back, pretty sure that it was something that I was supposed to do.
"Just stay where you are. Leave the hair, it's just the two of us. Kiera, how did you let yourself get into this state?" Cat kneels down to look into my eyes. Had i been a bit more clear headed I would have been honored to have Ms.Grant worrying about me as Kara. I also know that I would have never allowed her to come that close to me.
However, in my absolute exhaustion I am complacent and let her put a pillow under my head, pull off my boots, remove my glasses, and lay my feet up on the couch.
"Busy, need to go... Alex..." I try to get myself up to go fly to the DEO for false sunlight, but Cat pushes me back down to the couch.
"You're okay here. I'll call your sister. Go to sleep." Ms. Grant's voice has never sounded so gentle speaking to me before. It was the same voice that she used with Carter when he was sick.
"Alright...but just for a moment." I mumble.
"You're much too good.." I barely catch the beginning of a sentence before I drift off.
I woke up when Alex got there, but couldn't convince myself to open my eyes.
"She's barely here anymore, Agent. People are going to start asking questions and I won't always be able to hold them off. Look at her, that is Supergirl on my couch. She didn't even take off the boots before she came in. If anyone else had been here..." Cat trails off.
