Midvale College, Supercorp Fic

New Roommate

KARA'S POV

When I walked into my, no, our, dorm room, I didn't realise it would be her. I recognised her, Lex Luther's sister. I never thought much about her, I just knew she existed and hadn't done anything illegal yet. Clark kept an eye out for it, assuming she'd be awful too. I never thought so.

She seemed nice, maybe a little reserved, but she's also got this confident attitude about her. She dressed really well too... really, really well... Her eyes are beautiful.

Back in the dorm, I think she caught me staring. She was dressed so well though, most people here dress so casually, but she looked like she was modelling that outfit. I liked the way her hair swished and her the heels of her boots clicked on the floor as she walked. I felt stunned when I looked at her, and I couldn't look away.

She said she didn't do many sports, but she seemed fairly fit. She wasn't as muscular like I was, but most humans weren't. At first, I joined sports clubs to disguise how muscular I was, but I came to love most of them. I had to practice not hitting or throwing or kicking too hard though.

The three of us walked down to the canteen and waited in line. Maggie waved at us from the other side of the hall and ran to us asking to cut in. Of course, we let her.

"Hey hun," she shared a chaste kiss with Alex.

"Hey Mags." Alex hummed in return.

"Hi, Kara!" She smiled at me.

"Hey, Maggie!" I beamed back.

"Oohhh is this the new roomie?"

"Yes! This is Lena." I said turning to the dark-haired woman, smiling brightly.

"Hello, Maggie was it?"

"Yeah! Hi, how are you liking it here so far?"

"Well, the students seem friendly." She smiled and indicated my way with a slight nod, catching my eye, I smiled and looked away, adjusting my glasses a little .

"I only got here a little while ago though." she said, looking back towards Maggie.

Maggie eyed our little exchange with one of those knowing looks, which she didn't try to keep hidden. Maggie had a way of finding the queer in everyone and everything. I think Lena felt a little awkward too, she changed the subject.

"So, uh, how long have you been coming here?" Lena asked

"Alex and I are in our second year, little Danvers here is in her first." She explained.

The line moved along, and the four of us bought our food and sat down at a table of the far side, a few waves and hello's came my way as we walked down. I was reasonably popular I suppose. I was friendly, I had a way of bumbling into new friendships, even though I was supposed to not draw attention to myself.

As we sat down, I sat next to Winn, who was next to James. They were my best friends. James was friends with Clark too. Clark wanted him to keep an eye on me, make sure I was ok because he was busy saving the world, so he transferred here from metropolis.

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LENA'S POV

Alex led me to the canteen, and Kara followed just behind me. Once we'd gotten to the canteen, we waited in line, then, a woman came and joined us in the queue.

She kissed Alex and greeted the three of us. She looked a little like Alex, not her features, but the way she dressed and acted. She had that same sot of vibe about her.

When she asked me how I liked it here so far, I thought of Kara. I hadn't been here long, so I guess all there was for me to think about was Kara. She was my new roommate, and that's as far as I'd gotten since I came here.

She had left an impression though, she seemed almost shy, mild-mannered, but also apparently very extroverted and social. Her smile looked kind and hopeful. The kind of girl who had candy floss for feelings yet was as real as they come. There was one thing that really intrigued me though. As I looked into her eyes, her very blue crystal-like eyes, there was this sadness hiding behind it all. Through all the smiles and laughs and blushes, she looked like there were tears that we're yet to fall.

I'd dealt with a lot of pain and loss, it made it easier to see others. I'd lost my biological mother when I was only 4. What hurt the most, is that I didn't do anything about it. I know I loved her, and I know I knew something was wrong, but when she drowned- I didn't cry, or run, or shout. I didn't dive in or even ask if she was ok. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there and let her die in front of me, and I don't know why.

I hate to admit it, but that sits deep down at the centre of my self-loathing. I hate myself for not being better, for not helping. It's one of the things that drive me to help others, save lives, make it right. Though, I fear nothing ever will.

That kind of goodness doesn't exist...