Holding on to Us

Spending a Night at the DEO

Kara's p.o.v.

It's been 5 hours. 5 freaking hours and nobody has heard me calling out from inside the room.

I feel stressed.

I'm hungry.

I feel sick.

And most of all, I feel tired.

I want to close my eyes and rest for a while but I don't want to take the risk. Gabe hasn't woken up, while that's good, I also feel tense..

When is he going to wake up?

What's going to happen when he wakes up?

Am I still going to be trapped with him in here?

Then I remind myself, I'm pregnant! I need to rest at least for a while, just a while.

Taking my sweater off, I roll it into a sort of pillow and place it on the floor. Seriously, they had a chair in here but no table? Weird. Laying on the floor, my eyes close and I fall half asleep. The next thing surprises me, I feel someone carry me in their arms. They use their jacket to cover me and they just lay there with me. I would move them but I feel so comfy. Too  tried to wake up, I let myself fall into a deep slumber.

Gabe's p.o.v.

She hit me. She hurt me. And she didn't care.

But neither did I, I would love her no matter what. I should've hurt her back but I couldn't. And I couldn't let her lay on the floor, the cold hard floor. She didn't deserve that. Carrying her in my arms, I also take my jacket off and cover her up. She must be cold and uncomfortable, and it's all my fault.

Kind of how he is holding her ⬇️⬇️⬇️

If Mon el wants to take her from me, he is going to have to kill me first. And I'm sure that Kara would be angry at him for doing so.

"He just wants someone to love him" I hear Kara mumble in her sleep. "He threatened them, my family" She adds making me frown. I didn't want to do that but those kids are stealing her from me. She's mine, she needs to be mine.

"I love you-" I hear her say, which makes me smile. She admits- "-Mon el" She loves Mon el?!

'Calm yourself' I command myself. I don't want to hurt her, I wouldn't never mistreat her. I'll kill myself before that happens.

"That feels good" Kara mumbles again. What does she mean? Is she-? Never mind, I know.

Breaking out fo my thoughts, I start to feel weaker. Yes, Kara the turned on, and broke, the lead activator in this room but I should feel like a human now. Only like a human, not weaker. I shouldn't feel weaker! Suddenly I feel much much weaker. My skin tingles but I ignore it. I'm not letting Kara go. I'm staying in here with her in my arms.
Coughing, I look around. Smoke, or whatever is coming into the room from a vent. No-no! The lead activator definitely broken.

1 hour later

I'm surely surprised I'm not dead. The smoke is only filling the room up more and the pain is unbearable. But I refuse to let Kara out of my arms. I don't want to wake her up-she looks so peaceful. Like an angel, my angel. Only mine.
In less than a second, I'm brought out of my thoughts by people bursting into the room.
Alex and Mon el.

Surely Mon el tries to come get Kara but the smoke is too strong, even for him. Even for her, Alex must be dying, I have her sister and she can't do anything about it.

"You sick bastard!" I hear Alex say right before coughing.

"I'm going to kill you" Mon el adds while walking over to me but Alex pulls him back.

"No, you can die if you're in the room for more than a minute" She warns Mon el while a feet or two away from the room.

"Wait- no! No, I need to get in there! She's going to die" He yells but is still being restrained by now a few DEO agents. Good thing is he's weak from breathing in some of the smoke.

"Kara? No, she's a kryptonian, her vulnerability is kryptonite not lead." Alex says while thinking it over.

It seems I'm the only one who doesn't get it.

"But she is pregnant-! You bastard, you're hurting her. She's going to-No" Alex yells, now trying to come in as well. She is strong but she's also smart. She comes in, she dies, and what good does it do if she's dead?

Then it hits me. I'm killing her. I'm killing Kara and possibly her baby.. we were going to have a future. She can't die-but neither can I. We both need to survive to have that dream future of mine.

Or we could both die and live in the skies like spirits. I think I'll go with the second choice.