Broken Hearts

Three Steps Ahead

Lena sits in her office, staring off at something distant. Her pen taps. She bites her bottom lip anxiously. She doesn't know if she should believe Alex or not, but there is only one way to find out.

Either to help her, or do it the old fashioned Lena Luthor way.

She drops her pen, finally done fiddling with it. The blood is a pugent taste in her mouth from her torn gums, but she ignores it and stands. Then sits again. She glares at the phone on the desk. She stands. And then takes her seat again.

"Screw it." Lena mutters and dials the number.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Lena is about to hang up when there is a click and someone picks up. She is ready to scream, let out all of the hatred that she has kept in for all of this time on the person who truly deserves to die. She shoves that anger into her tiny little boxes and locks them up for later this time.

With a deep breath and a clearing of the throat she is the first to speak.

"Hello, mother."

Back at the DEO, Alex sits in her damned wheelchair that might as well be a containment cell on its own. She searches for any way of escape at her own job so she can make it back to L-Corp. But nothing.

They will see her if she leaves and she knows that. She isn't fast enough anymore to run out. Nor is she strong enough to fight off a team of agents. She feels trapped with Maggie next to her.

Maggie has her hand wrapped around her's, but Alex doesn't give the same affection back. But that doesn't make her stop.

"Please..." She breathes out. "Just take me back, I wasn't doing anything wrong I swear!" Alex cries, but keeps her tone down.

"Then tell me what you were doing there and maybe I'll consider it." Maggie growls, which is a side of her she has never seen before.

She has seen her mad, yes, but this is different and she can't pinpoint what it is and it terrifies Alex. She is angry, but calm. Her voice is cold and hollow, but filled with hurt as if Alex has personally assulted her.

She catches a glance of the fading brown bruise along her jawline.

"Okay..." She whispers her tone trailing off.

"You're gonna tell me?" Maggie raises an eyebrow, obviously not buying it.

Alex has never told her anything in the past two years, so she had to get buy on figuring things out herself. Of course she doesn't believe she will tell her crap. Unless that injury really did get to her head.

"Just not here, okay?"

Maggie nods reluctantly and rubs her knuckle. "I'm gonna take you home."

Lena sits in her office, staring at the door beyond her. She knows her mother can't meet her here because she is the world's most wanted serial killer and terrorist, not to mention she killed the world's greatest hero this earth has ever seen. So, she can't just walk on in.

She must go to her. She has a location, she has all of the defenses she needs in case her mother decides to rouge on her, and she has 911 and Alex Danvers on speed dial. What could go wrong?

But that's the thing, she's not scared of what her mother would do, she's scared of what Lena would do. How she would react to see that sinical smile again, that menacing look of pure plessure? How would she react to see the woman who murdered her best friend with no remorse? She is no longer her "mother".

Now she is her enemy.

Lena stands up, with her gun hidden in plain sight, and recorder in her other secret pocket. The one Kara gave her. Also to prove anything she might say. And, to prevent herself from killing Lillian from where she stands.

She marches to the door, leaves, and decides to take her own ride.

The drive is long and torturing. Her knuckles have turned white against the steering wheel and the dark road ahead makes her even more queasy. The pouring rain isn't making it any better. She considers calling Alex, but she just might send the DEO team and then Lena would never get the answers she needs out of Lillian.

A building grows in sight. Of course an abandoned warehouse in the middle of no where. Where the hell else would she be? Lena thinks to herself. Even the voice in her head sounds salty.

She pulls in, the gravel underneath her tires grinding. The fast paced window wipers come to a stop and she steps out of the car, entering the dark building.

She is sort of releived to get out of the cold weather, but the rain is much better than this.

In front of her are a row of Cadmus agents, armed and ready to fire. There's about ten in total, and she brought a pistol preparing for Lillian. Not this. But then again, she is always three steps ahead.

They stomp towards her in perfect formation. Guns up, ready to shoot at any second. Lena's hand twitched at the firearm on her waist, but she pulls away. She stands up straight and puffs up her chest as in pride, letting the two men in front lace their arms with her's. They throw a dark bag over her head, but Lena doesn't fight. She knows exactly what she is doing.

One of the men hit her on the side of her head with the butt of the gun, sending her vision black.