Broken Hearts (SuperCorp)

Somewhere New

I land on the balcony that stands high above the city. It always amazes me that a building this big goes so unnoticed, but I guess the best place to hide a tree is in the forest.

Almost every head turns to look at me. I guess they grew used to no one entering that way in the few days I was gone.

"Supergirl!" calls a voice from near the center console, it's Winn. Guilt hits me like a ton of bricks. I hadn't spoken to him since the day of the invasion. He almost runs to me but hesitates short. I open my arms for the hug I know he wants to give me.

"Hey Winn." I smile broadly at him. "Is my sister back?"

"Yeah over here with Hank." He leads me back the way he came. Alex and Hank stand at the round table looking at the wall of monitors. Hank nods in my direction with a smile. Leave it to him to make you feel like no time has passed by not making it a big deal.

"This can't be the only strike. We have to figure out their endgame." Alex is absorbed in the data in front of her.

"If it's to panic off-worlders, they are succeeding." I say, stepping up beside her. She bumps my shoulder with hers.

"Well, we don't know anything more. No one in the crowd knew anything. The security cameras didn't pick up any suspicious activity and all the workers were accounted for." Hank says.

"Well great. Then I have nothing to do today." I say disappointed. I was really hoping for a distraction.

"Come on Supergirl. Let's go spar. I was a little out of practice in the last fight." Hank says, he must have picked up my thoughts because he almost never spars with me.

After an intensive hour, I shower in one of the DEOs locker rooms and head home. I decide to walk. As I do I call Lena. After a couple rings, she picks up.

"Hey, Kara."

"Lena! Hey. Umm... I was wondering what you were doing. Aaahh... I just don't really want to be alone right now." I hold my breath waiting for her answer.

"I am doing nothing. Just working from home. Come on over. Nasthalthia is hiding in her room anyways." A grin spreads across my face, and then I realize something.

"Umm.. Lena. I've never been to your apartment. In fact, I don't even know where it is." I hear a laugh from the speaker.

"Right. I'll text you the address and I'll see you in a bit." As we hang up I hail a taxi and feel my phone vibrate with the address. I tell the driver and sit back and watch the city glide past the window.

The taxi comes to a stop outside a beautiful building. Almost Italian in architecture with a modern twist that turns it into a high rise. I pay the fee and walk toward the door. The doorman stops me.

"Name?" He asks.

"Kara Danvers. I'm here to see Lena Luthor." I respond.

"Ah yes, Ms. Danvers. Ms. Luthor said you would be coming." He motions to a young teenager in what looks to be a uniform similar to a bellhop. "Please follow young Jason here. He will take you to her private elevator." When we get to the elevator, Jason has to turn a key to call it and when I step inside there is only one button, Penthouse. I press it and the elevator takes off. If I couldn't fly it might have scared me at the speed it ascended. Well if you don't have to stop at other floors I guess it can go fast, I think.

The doors ding open and I expect a hallway but I am faced with a large open space. Windows make up the Wall across from me, looking out over the city. The room is almost the exact opposite of Lena's office.

Smooth wood floors under my feet, the walls that aren't polished wood are painted a warm red. Exposed wood pillars hold up the ceiling.

"Kara, you found it." Lena gets up from the couch in the living room area. It looks like a soft leather brown sectional, large enough for a family of five to sleep on comfortably. Lena walks towards me. And I am a little shocked like I was when she showed up at my apartment. She wears a plain loose fitting t-shirt and jeans. She is also barefoot. When she hugs me I'm surprised at how short she actually is. I am so used to the powerful CEO demeanor with the heels and dresses.

"Yeah. Wow, Lena, this building and this apartment are gorgeous. But I guess I was expecting something a little more modern, like your office." That made Lena smile. I love her smile. It was so genuine because she hardly ever does.

"The office serves a purpose. It's cold and powerful. Here, here I can be myself." Lena leads me over to the couch so we can sit down. "But don't be fooled. It is high tech." She picks up a remote and pushes a button. A huge flat screen tv raises from the mantle of the fireplace across from the couch. She hits another and the fire turns on.

"I hope Netflix is okay with you. It's what I usually do after work or a stressful day. And today was stressful."

"That sounds perfect. Thanks for letting me come hang out."

"Kara, I would never say no to hanging out with you. Here. You pick something and I'll get some wine. White or red?" She hands me the remote after hitting the button for Netflix.

"Surprise me. And do you have anything to eat? I'm starving." I say. Lena lets out a chuckle.

"I have this cheese and meat plater left from an executive dinner party."

"Perfect." After some wrestling about in the kitchen, Lena comes back with two glasses of red wine and a platter balanced in her hands. I had the first episode of New Girl pulled up on the screen.

"Please tell me it's not true that you have never watched New Girl." I tease her only partly.

"Can't. Is it good?" I let out a sigh.

"Guess that means I'll just have to start from the beginning with you."

After four episodes, the rest of the cheese and meat platter, and two glasses of wine each, we order a late dinner of Chinese food. When it arrives we dig in quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch some movement. Its Nasthalthia getting food from the kitchen. She emerged from the door next to the kitchen area. It's an open floor plan so I can easily see her. She steals several glances at us on the couch while she piles Chinese food on her plate. Then returns to her bedroom without a word.

"See, she never talks to me," Lena says. She must have noticed Nasthalthia also.

"Do you ever get a weird vibe from her. Like she knows more than she should?" I ask. Every time I see her, it's like she knows who I really am.

"All the time, but it could just be Lex's influence," Lena says. We settle back on the couch to continue watching. That's where I fall asleep, stretched out on Lena Luthor's sectional. At some point, I hear her get up and feel something warm and soft cover me, but I can't quite make it back to consciousness. I feel safe and at peace, even if it's just for this moment.

Authors Note:
There's a little fluff for you. I want to work in some fun little HC I have seen and if you have some go ahead and message me.