After Lois Lane left The Daily Planet things just weren't the same for you anymore, an old friend and one time hook up gives you an opportunity to move on. There was just one thing you asked.
No Lena Luthor.
You may have been tricked, but why?
And...
Alex leaned into (Y/n) her bottle of beer clutched in her hand. "Penny for your thoughts."
"What, oh nothing." (Y/n) shrugged, taking a sip of her beer, tonight she'd had to go straight to the alcohol that would affect her the booze that would make her not think for a while. So she'd taken a dose of Aldebaran Rum to ease her troubles.
What was the protocol when you argued with your frenemy with benefits? Did that mean it was over?
In a month, they hadn't fought, but then all they did was have sex the most complex their conversations stretched to was what time they would meet.
Today things had been different.
Lena glared at (Y/n) from across her desk, had she thought Lena would be happy with the news? "You're going away with your ex." Just the thought made Lena's blood boil.
"Yes, the whole team it's a work thing old times sake because I have the week off." (Y/n) shrugged, she'd been so excited when Sara had suggested the idea.
"What's the problem, am I not enough for you?" Lena asked angrily, trying to control her voice, but old fears were rising.
"What, this has nothing to do with you Lena, it's only a week." Why was she acting so odd? (Y/n) didn't understand why a woman so ashamed to be seen with her would care. "Sara called me, and she had an idea that I should tag along; it will be fun."
"A week alone with your ex, who I've seen all over you leaning on you whispering sweet nothings into your ear and laughing at everything you say like your some kind of comic genius." Lena spat out a tirade of problems she'd been keeping in for a whole month since the night that had ignited their new status.
Lena had hoped this meant she had some special status that (Y/n) wouldn't need anyone else.
(Y/n) blinked confused. "Sara and I are friends, nothing more, she wasn't whispering sweet nothings to me, and she's laughing because she is a fun person."
"And I'm not?" Lena shouted.
"You're Lena." (Y/n) shrugged, not realizing those words meant something very different to her than they did for Lena.
Lena shook her head, "Well, I suppose I should feel happy you told me before you left. Not sure why you did I won't be needing your services this week I too am going out of town, Supergirl has asked for my help." Lena enjoyed seeing (Y/n)'s face harden her eyes glared as though she was about to shout and rave.
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Yet (Y/n) did not, biting back her intense jealousy, the photographer nodded. "It seems I had more thought to come and tell you, while you would have left without a word."
"We're not married," Lena replied coldly. "I don't owe you anything."
(Y/n) nodded, lowering her head and smiling oddly. "Of course, I imagine the great Lena Luthor is waiting on a spouse more worthy a big-headed arrogant Super, for example, I hope you have fun I'm going to go and have fun with my friends I'm sure Sara will be as welcoming as she always is."
