Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

The Tears Of Lena Luthor.

(Y/n) pushed open the door, knocking the door wasn't something friends did was it?

That was what (Y/n) was banking on anyway, as she found herself inside Lena's office at L-Corp she frowned as she watched the woman herself throw aside some papers and wipe red eyes.

"Whoever taught you manners?" Lena demanded harshly. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't clear all the moisture from her eyes, and she couldn't hide it.

"Why are you crying?" (Y/n) asked, closing the door firmly behind her and approaching the desk that Lena stood behind.

"I'm not crying; it's just an allergic reaction," Lena replied, brushing aside the woman's concern. "Someone brought their cat to work today."

(Y/n) frowned not buying the pathetic excuse, (Y/n) let her gaze wander wrong where the papers were that Lena had thrown them. She'd learned since she had harnessed her powers that some things came in handy, having excellent vision was one of them.

The headline on the newspaper made (Y/n)'s blood boil with rage.

Lena Luthor Watched Biological Mother Drown And Did Nothing.

 An insider revealed Ms. Luthor, who was adopted by the Luthor family as a small child stood and watched her biological mother die, and this insider can reveal she rather enjoyed the experience.

"Now, when was I ever l easy to fool?" (Y/n) said, pushing her rage away, for the time being, it made sense Lena would be upset over this. Some dunderheaded idiot had dug up a hurtful past and labeled Lena psychopathic.

"I really don't need to hear your opinion on this, thank you," Lena sternly said as she snatched the paper away from where (Y/n)'s gaze was glued to. "You're the absolute last one I need this from."

"Hey, I thought we were friends, which brings me to why I am here." (Y/n) grinned prancing towards the desk on sitting on the edge.

"Are you comfortable?" Lena raised an eyebrow.

"Very, thank you." (Y/n) smiled, flashing her white teeth, getting lost for a moment in Lena's green eyes.

Lena held her breath for a minute as (Y/n)'s eyes swallowed her whole, or that was what it felt like. It had been two weeks since that night at the bar where they were declared friends.

Lena had wanted to reach across the table and grab hold of Kara and shake her ask her what the hell she was playing at. Ever since (Y/n) had been sweet and kind and far too friendly.

Friendly in that way that made Lena grind her teeth and clench her fists. She was (Y/n)'s friend, and there was no way out of it.

She was stuck in hell.

A hell where (Y/n) wanted to be her friend. Momentarily distracted, Lena was too slow to react when (Y/n) reached forward and took the newspaper from her grasp.

"Hey!" Lena protested.

(Y/n) ignored her instead of reading the article that Lena made no attempt to hide anymore, Instead, she sat back down and ran her hands through her hair. (Y/n) hated her before what did it matter if she hated her again.

(Y/n) had to stifle the urge to burn a hole through the cursed paper, the evil hand that had typed the words had no clue what common decency and human empathy was.

Apparently, (Y/n) had more of that, and she wasn't even human.

Lena couldn't take the silence any longer. It seemed too loud. "They are right."

"Like hell, they are!" (Y/n) replied roo quickly and brisk catching Lena unawares with the passion in her voice. "Whoever wrote this is an idiot with no more brain cells than an ameba."