The Daxam Four (Legends of Superflarrow)

Chapter Seven

Thanks for bearing with me, guys! It's been a long week or so, but I'm ready to dive back into this! I finally know where I'm going with the Savitar plotline, and boy, am I ready for it. }:)

As you can see above, a new player makes an appearance, and the Daxam Four (I love saying that) make a stunning realization. Well, actually, one of them does, but hey, the others helped.

Enjoy the chapter!

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She was many things. She was, unfortunately, most well known for being the younger sister of the man who tried to kill Superman, and the adoptive daughter of the woman who ran a terrorist organization that was anti-alien and especially against Supergirl. She was the one trying to turn her family name around, trying to prove she wasn't like her family, trying to turn her family's work into something better. She was beautiful, she was smart, and she wasn't one to back down from a fight. Most importantly, she clung to the friends she had and didn't let go for anything.

She was many things, but Lena Luthor was not stupid.

She had gone by Kara's apartment yesterday afternoon with a box of doughnuts to try and cheer her up, knowing she was still unemployed, but she hadn't been there. She had left them at Kara's door and left for the evening, texting her with the offer of breakfast. When she hadn't gotten answer before she had gone to bed, she had started to be a bit concerned. Maybe she had been spending time with Alex? Perhaps a no-phone night? Surely she'd answer by the next morning, right?

Except the next morning, there had been no answer. Lena had taken one last look by Kara's apartment, a cup of Kara's favorite coffee in one of her hands. She'd found the box of doughnuts still at Kara's doorstep, with no sign of the blonde having ever come home.

That was when Lena knew something was wrong.

She visited CatCo regularly enough to see Kara that no one was surprised when she walked out of the elevator, but she did get concerned looks. She imagined she looked a sight, though – her friend hadn't contacted her at all, and it looked like she hadn't been home. She was determined to find out where she was, even if she had to track her down by asking her friends.

Lena frowned as she took in Kara's former desk, then approached the main office. She saw James Olsen on the phone, and she turned to leave, but paused when she noted how exhausted he looked. She cautiously walked into the doorway and rapped on the frame, and James's head jerked up. "Uh, yes, I'll let you know," he cleared his throat. "Thank you." He hung up, looking up at her. "Ms. Luthor," he said in surprise, standing up. "Kara hasn't been here since she was fired."

"I know," Lena nodded, walking further in. "I was just wondering if you had heard from her at all in the last day or so."

Something flickered in James's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I went by her apartment yesterday to drop something off and left it there when she didn't answer," Lena answered, her hands in her coat pockets. "I texted her to offer breakfast, but she also didn't answer. I went by her apartment to make sure she was OK, and she hadn't even been there."

Oh, James definitely knew something, because Lena knew panic when she saw it. "I'll try and contact her," James finally said.

"Let me know if you hear anything," Lena smirked.

James's jaw clenched, but he nodded. "Fine."

Lena nodded back and turned to leave, only to blink when she saw who was approaching. "Mike," she said in surprise. "I thought you didn't work here anymore."