Lord, Save me from your Followers (a Supergirl Kara x Lena fanfic)

Thursday

Thursday –

It's after midnight and Kara is pacing the length of the DEO bullpen, back and forth, back and forth, glaring down the hallway to the interrogation rooms. She wants to be in there, she wants to know what the hell Lena was doing in there.

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," Winn comments from where he's paging through Lena's life. He's got the L-Corp holdings pulled up on his computer and is bumping them up against a list of known CADMUS sympathizers. "Which probably isn't going to improve Henshaw's mood."

Kara's fingers flex and she spins, splintering the linoleum under her toe. Hank can just try with her after what he said to her when Alex called in the intruder to the compound. He can just try.

We've been waiting for this.

A frustrated sound escapes Kara's lips.

Winn sighs and sits back, playing with his pen. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Kara exhales heavily through her nostrils. They flare. Winn eyes her, skeptical. "I just want to know why she was there. She has no business being there. Not with what she was carrying. Not dressed like a cat burglar."

"Ah yes, the signal jammer and the collection of surveillance equipment that's so cutting edge that we don't even have some of it." Winn lets out a low whistle. "If she was the one who built it, I would love to pick her brain."

"No." Kara says just a little forcefully, just a little rudely. She doesn't want Winn to spend time with Lena if she's about to get locked up. That isn't fair – she's Kara's – and wow if that thought isn't just a little too intense and primal for Kara's liking.

"Fine," Winn grumbles. "Well, I couldn't tell you what she was up to, but it doesn't seem to be... like, bad bad?" He clicks his pen. "I'm more concerned about how there's someone on her social media who knows how to stay words that really push your buttons and how they're bandying them about like slurs for anyone who's pro-alien. The #ETGOHOME guys are clearly in the loop when it comes to alien knowledge. They could even be aliens."

"How could aliens want that?" Kara says. But she's already thinking about it. It's the same, age-old issue that's been at the edge of her mind since she first started to realize that there were other aliens running around on earth besides herself and Kal. There are good ones, and bad ones, and folk who fall somewhere in the middle of both of those two extremes. Kara knows this. She's known this for ages and yet somehow, what Winn's suggesting seems almost comically implausible. Like the sort of thing that could only happen in the movies, never in real life. Aliens protesting against an alien presence? That's farcical.

"Maybe they're just sick of the Fort Rozz types going around and messing things up for them?" Winn suggests. "It can't be easy, just being an average Joe sort of alien and not being able to just be because people are too obsessed with the scary ones."

Kara sucks her lower lip into her mouth and scowls. Because it makes sense.

"I guess. I honestly haven't ever really thought about it... or my role in all of that." Kara runs a hand through her hair and it gets caught in a tangle. She winces. And tugs it out. "But Lena... she was in a place with that – those – that's where the #ETGOHOME idiots have set up their home base." Kara gestures helplessly. "That isn't good, Winn. How the hell did she even know about it?"

"I followed you there, well, I followed Agent Danvers." Kara and Winn turn as one, to see Lena standing beside Hank and Alex, looked tired. Hanks got the grim sort of look on his face that says that he's had far, far too long a night and Alex just looks exhausted. But Lena hasn't been thrown in a cell somewhere, which Kara thinks is an improvement. She brightens, but then remembers that this is Supergirl, not Kara, so she coughs.