Forgotten Melodies (Lena X Reader)

Trips With The Legends

Sparta, Ancient Greece.

When Sara had first come to (Y/n) with the idea of coming on a minor mission with the Legends team to relive some old times (Y/n) had been reluctant.

(Y/n) hasn't intended to say yes at all, she didn't want to leave the city and leave Lena, but then she'd thought to that horrible negative feeling she got whenever she thought back to how much shame Lena felt about her.

(Y/n) had needed to flee; then, she had needed to go back and be carefree for a while with some old friends who accepted her and cared.

So she had agreed.

She'd had to hide her constant thoughts about what Lena was doing all alone with Supergirl, maybe she'd finally taken the plunge and told her all about how she felt.

Perhaps they'd had some bizarrely romantic connection, and both suddenly opened the floodgates.

Either way (Y/n) hated it.

The party was familiar, too familiar. In fact, returning to ancient Greece had not been a welcome event; too many bad memories existed here, but it was only for a short time.

The stone-cold castle walls held in the darkness lit only by large torches that hung to iron brackets on the walls. The flames made the shadows dance fantastically as the loud cheer and shouts sounded out.

In history, this party would go down as the one that saw Helen leave Sparta with Paris for Troy. (Y/n) knew the outcome she'd toured the ruined remains of what had once been King Priam's imperial palace bodies still littered the ground as her chariot had carried her.

(Y/n) however, had spent the evening escaping groupies with raging hormones, it seemed they never forgot the face of the Goddess of love even if her hair was much shorter now than it had been when she had resided in this time and place.

Clytemnestra leaned far too close, her full lips parted as she spoke to whisper into (Y/n)'s ear her hand moving down (Y/n)'s arms.

It was tempting to yield and give in Clytemnestra was a beautiful woman, and there was a temptation to do it as a rebellion to Lena, show her that she wasn't some secret shame to others.

But temptation and the gut urge to complete the action were two different things, and (Y/n) found something stopped her.

At this moment, it was Sara as she'd marched across the room; her eyes set on the brazen woman sat on (Y/n)'s lap. "Okay, lady, she's taken move along."

Sara grabbed hold of the woman's arm and moved her away from (Y/n) her blue eyes determined to save her friend from total disaster.

Clytemnestra pouted and shot Sara a look of fierce aggression before marching away.

"What were you doing with the princess and the pea?" Sara demanded her arms crossed over her chest.

"Nothing." (Y/n) shrugged.

"Not the ladies woman act again (Y/n) it never works for those of us who know you," Sara said concerned as she sat next to the photographer. "You're too sweet for that game, and it's clearly obvious you're utterly in love with Lena."

(Y/n) turned away, trying to take her focus away from Sara's correct assumption. It wasn't working Sara's blue eyes bore a hole into her.

"(Y/n)."

"What's the point Sara, I could go around this room and screw anyone who was interested it would make no difference she doesn't want me." (Y/n) snarled. "I don't even know why I'm angry because I knew we meant nothing. I knew it was just sex, but I still went there because..."