Green Lantern: Daughter Of Supergirl

Chapter Eight

     Another night of tossing and turning. Alura hasn't really had a good night of sleep since the accident. It is hard for her to find sleep, but when she does,the dreams come.

In the dreams, she sees Kara, being tortured with kryptonite, and in some cases killed. She can't do anything, as if Alura too is tied to a chair. She screams but it comes out as nothingness. She thrashes but it turns into pain.

Then she wakes up. Sweats are covering her and the sheets. Her heart racing as if she flew around the world thirty-eight times. Her breathing uneven, and shaking like she is in antarctica. Alura sits in the dark, in an attempt to calm herself, but she can't. Minutes pass and everything is just the same.

So, she gets up. Feet hitting the cold floor, and walking across the hall to the two rooms. One on her right, and the other at the end. She debates, not knowing which one, if any, she should go into. She weighs her options. Looking back at her room sends shivers down her spine. She looks at the room at the end. She could easily go in there, cuddle up to her Mama, and fall into an easy sleep. She looks at the room to her right, and feels a pull in her heart to go into there. To cuddle up to both of them, and fall into what she predicts would be the best sleep she would ever encounter.

Alura puts her hand on the handle, and starts to turn it, but hesitates. She sighs, letting go and walking to the end of the hall, opening the door and crawling into the large bed.

"Alura?" A very sleepy voice asks, turning to where the girl layed down. "Is everything alright?" She asks, her eyes finally adjusting to the dark. What she sees is her daughter, eyes on the brim of tears. "Oh Darling, come here." Lena opens her arms, and the girl crawls into them.

"Ta nim udol (what is wrong)?" Lena asks for a moment, knowing that the kryptonese language always calms her daughter.

"Varrahdh udol (so bad), Mama." Alura cries into her Mother's shoulder. "Zhehd kehp Jeju. Zhehd won fad zhed. Khap si zha vokai (They had Jeju. They were hitting her. I could not help)." She cries more.

"I is (My baby girl)." Lena hugs the girl tighter. She sings Kryptonian lullabies that Kara taught her while pregnant. "Focus on a heartbeat." She whispers into her ear.

So she did. Alura zoned in on a heartbeat of someone she loved. It wasn't Lena, or Kara, or Alex, or Sam, or Ruby. She couldn't figure out who's, when she realized it was two. One small, and one much larger. She smiled, and drifted off to sleep in her Mama's arms.

~.~

It was early on a Sunday morning when Mia woke up. Too early. The sleeping of her daughter beside her, slowly rising with each breath. Mia stands up, kissing her daughter's forehead, and walking out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her.

She walks into the kitchen and sees Alura sitting on a bar stool at the counter with a laptop and cup of coffee, staring intensely at the screen in front of her. "If you keep looking at the laptop like that, you are going to set off your heat vision."

Alura jumps, and turns to see Mia. "You're up early." She smiles.

"Says you." Mia retorts, going to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"I had emails to check. What's your excuse?"

"Couldn't sleep." Mia lans against the counter, across from the other.

"Why not?"

"No idea." She sighs. "But I'm sure the toddler kicking me every two seconds didn't help." They both laugh. "Where's Lena?"