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Kara Danvers is just another face.

It's no fault of hers that she's forgettable. Lena Luthor is just not a people person, and if you were to ask her to pick Kara Danvers from a crowd of blond white women in cardigans and glasses, she surely couldn't do it. That is the Luthor brand, after all; to be impersonal, to treat employees as expandable, to never get attached because sooner or later everyone leaves. It's not a question of if, but rather, a question of when; no one truly sticks with the Luthor name.

So forgive that Lena forgets who Kara is for a moment when she steps into Lena's office, face apologetic and mouth already open to inform her boss of what latest developments are sure to have come up. But Lena takes in the sight of her for so long it hits her. Of course—Kara Danvers. She's been Lena's secondary assistant for the longest yet, working for about a year, and she is without a doubt the smallest, meekest person Lena has ever met.

And Lena gets an idea.

"Kara, darling, do come in," she says, waving her inside.

The confusion on Kara's face is palpable. Lena's never called her Kara, she knows. If Lena does speak to her, it's always been Ms. Danvers, and even then she hardly has a need to speak to Kara. Jess—Lena's primary assistant—is who Kara reports to, not Lena herself. But Kara seems to recognize the severity of the situation, because she steps into the room nonetheless, despite any confusion she has at the pet name. She looks as hesitant as expected, closing the door behind her too gently; it is, after all, the most common reaction when faced with a room full of three Luthors.

Lilian and Lex both have turned at Kara's arrival, and Kara awkwardly steps further into the room. For her credit, she doesn't falter at the sight of her boss's mother and brother, infamous as they are around the office. Lena knows her employees are well-versed in any and all Luthor drama, and Kara shouldn't be any different.

"Ms. Luthor?" Kara questions, poised and ready to take her orders, though she grips the clipboard in her hands a tad too tightly.

"You needn't be so formal, Kara," says Lena airily, and oh, she so does love the result; Kara's confusion only grows, eyes darting from Lena to Lilian and then Lex, both of which look instantly wary. "I was just about to tell Lex and my mother about our engagement."

The reaction from Lilian is undoubtedly the best; her jaw clenches tightly, her eyes hardening as they fix on the smallest details of Kara—her wrinkled cardigan, her glasses, the way Kara's hands flit around nervously. Lex looks mostly impressed, eyebrow raised at his sister as if to say well played.

But Kara? Oh, poor Kara. Her face goes red under Lena's gaze, her mouth falls open, and she chokes out, "Engage—engagement?" At the instantly suspicious looks of Lilian and Lex, Kara amends, "Yes! Of course, that's right. Our...engagement.

Only a fool would dare challenge Lena Luthor's word before her family, but Lena still feels relief flood through her the second Kara decides to play along. Lena takes pity on the girl (who is a shade of rather alarming red now), redirecting her attention to her mother instead.

"As you can see," Lena says, dangerously cool, "there is nothing to worry about since Kara and I are getting married. You remember Kara, don't you? She's one of my assistants."

Lilian has never been a good mother, has never talked to her daughter of matters of the heart, has never had reason to doubt her daughter's tale now, but she is a Luthor. And when she meets Lena's eyes, they're as cold and calculating as ever.

"Well," says Lilian slowly, crossing her arms, "I suppose congratulations for you and—your employee are in order." There is no disappointment in her voice, no false happiness, nothing but cool neutrality in her tone. Her eyes, however, tell a different story; they are sharp and steely as she all but glares at a slightly terrified Kara.

"Thank you, we're absolutely thrilled." Lena steps in front of Kara, daring her mother to redirect her gaze. "Now, what would the lawyers say about this?"

It's Lex who speaks up. "This is great, sis. Just make it legal, so we can keep immigration out of our business," he says, scratching his jaw thoughtfully. "I'm sure there will have to be some investigation on their behalf to make sure this is real, but that can't take too long."

Lena risks a glance at Kara, who looks so lost it's almost a pity. So she gently touches Kara's elbow, startling the poor girl enough to make her jump.

"You had something to tell me," Lena reminds her, eyebrows raised expectantly when Kara gapes at her.

Kara blinks, eyes widening as she remembers she's in a room with her boss and her family. "Oh! Um, the Japanese investors are on the line," she says. "Shall I...tell them you'll call them back?"

"Yes. Let them know to expect my call by three," Lena replies. "Have you taken your lunch yet?"

Kara is visibly taken aback by the question. "I—no, Ms. Luthor. I-I mean, um," she fumbles to speak, clearly unable to even form the name Lena, her eyes darting frantically to Lilian. "Lena."

It's a weak attempt. The girl honestly can't act.

But, "I'll call the investors myself, later. You go ahead and take your lunch while I finish up here," Lena says. "I'll join you shortly."

Kara nods. "Yes, I'll—be there. At lunch." She quickly turns and walks out of the room, nearly colliding into the door.

"Well," Lex remarks into the following silence as Kara disappears, "you sure know how to pick them."

Lena crosses her arms smugly, if only to see how Lilian's coldness begins to border anger. "I'll take that as a compliment," she says snidely, "considering you once dated Clark Kent."

It's a jab Lilian takes harder than Lex does, her fury finally coming out in her voice when she says, "I know what you're doing, Lena. It's not too late to sort this out in a civil manner."

"Civil?" Lena laughs shortly, the sound flat as she shakes her head. "No. I know what this is really about, mother."

"Oh?" Lilian is baiting her, daring her to say it. To finally voice her disdain for the Luthor name, to finally call her mother out on her blatant favoritism while Lex waits there unaware of the simmering tension.

Lena walks to her desk instead, taking a seat and pulling out her notes on the latest company meeting. "Yes, and forgive me, but I have work to do," she says. "Shall I have Jess show you out?"

There is something in Lilian's eyes, something dangerous that really ought to make Lena more nervous than it does, but it's gone as soon as it appears.

"No," Lilian says. "Lex and I know the way."

She and Lex leave a minute later, Lex offering his congratulations once more before the door clicks shut behind them. Lena exhales deeply once they're gone, her fingers tapping against her desk as she finally risks a glance at the papers Lilian had set on her desk when they first walked in.

She gets as far as the words immigration lawyer before she feels sick, stomach clenching and chest tightening as she shoves the papers away. They flutter to the floor, paper innocently ruffling as it does, and Lena wants to yell. Or even just set them on fire a little.

She calls Jess into her office instead. "I need you to call Kara Danvers to my office," she says, rubbing her temple as she feels a headache oncoming. "And pick us up lunch from the bistro across the street."

"Lunch for both of you?" Jess asks, and if there's any surprise in the question, it's masked well.

"Yes. That'll be all."

Lena refocuses on her notes as the door shuts behind Jess. The quiet of her office feels suffocating today, makes her hyperaware of every sound she makes, of every flip of a page and every scratch of her pen. By the time Kara finally shows up, door cracking open hesitantly as she steps inside, Lena's head is throbbing.

"You wanted to see me, Ms. Luthor?" Kara says patiently, tugging on the sleeves of her cardigan nervously. She doesn't mention their "engagement," nor does she address the obvious unethical mess that seems to be unfolding; no, she's the picture-perfect Luthor Corp employee, obedient and unquestioning, ready to take anything Lena throws at her.

Logically, in the back of her mind, Lena knows it's not because of loyalty. Kara is not standing here because she believes Lena is a good person. Kara is not standing here because she wants to help. No, Kara is here because of the fear that Lena's name inspires, because of the job that Lena could easily take away, because of the unquestionable conflict brewing that she needs to handle lest Lena's empire fall apart beneath her fingertips. Part of her resents the other woman, because Kara Danvers owes Lena nothing, and yet, Lena is about to owe her everything.

"Yes," Lena replies sharply, voice cold as she jerks her chin up to face Kara. "Sit. We have a lot to talk about." It's not until Kara does exactly that, smoothing her skirt over her knees, that Lena speaks again. "Tell me, what do you know about my brother?"

Kara's head jerks up. "Um," she says. "I know that he used to be CEO? Before you, of course. But that's it."

Lena doesn't know if she's lying or not. It's something any other employee would know—that Lex, after a scandal involving drunk driving, prostitutes, and misplaced company funds—gracelessly fell from public approval, and he was voted to be removed as head of the company by his own council. As the company CFO and named executive president, Lena was thrown into Lex's position just about three years ago, much to her mother's disapproval. Lena tells this all to Kara anyway, and for someone in the thick of the Luthor name, Kara sure seems surprised; her eyes widen to about twice their size when Lena's done recounting the story.

"Something else you may not know," Lena divulges rather reluctantly, "is that I was born in Ireland. The Luthors adopted me when I was about ten. They postponed acquiring my U.S. citizenship for years, and because of their pull I suppose no one questioned it."

"I'm sorry," Kara says softly, and Lena's brow furrows, because no one has ever interrupted her before. Kara seems to remember this as well, because she visibly blanches. "I-I mean, I'm adopted too. So I know what it's like."

"Yes, well." Lena looks down at her desk, unsure of any witty reply she can give to that, especially when Kara sounds so sympathetic. "As you may know, the process to become a citizen is quite extensive. Since I haven't gotten around to it yet, I have a work visa."

Kara nods along as Lena rushes through the story, glossing over parts she doesn't wish to get into, but Kara's confusion is still evident. It's suddenly quite clear she has no idea what Lena has done, and that hits Lena harder than it should. The poor, innocent girl.

"My visa is expiring soon," Lena continues, then, deciding to cross that bridge later. "Usually that isn't an issue, because I have some...connections that let me renew it quicker than usual." She notes that Kara looks particularly uncomfortable at this part, and that's just her luck, to get the most law-abiding citizen in this godforsaken city. "But it seems that Lex is gaining the board's approval again, and if I were to suddenly leave, well, it's expected that the council would not hesitate to reelect him."

Kara seems to be catching on, because her mouth falls open a little. "Your family...they want to deport you?" she says, shocked. "But that's—that's not very nice!"

Nice? Great, this girl is practically a Girl Scout.

"That's why I need your help," Lena finally says, uncharacteristically nervous as she fidgets with her pen. "My mother likely was the one who even brought up my visa to the immgration lawyers. I don't know if Lex has anything to do with this, but..." She trails off, unwilling to go down that route. A part of her foolishly hopes he doesn't and that he's in the dark like Lena is supposed to be, but she figures that's wishful thinking.

"Gosh, that's—awful," Kara says, and she blinks, the rest of the words sinking in. "So what can I do?"

Lena sighs. "I need you to marry me."

Kara freezes. There's no other way to describe it. Her eyes widen, her mouth drops, and she stares, unmoving, unblinking, for all of ten seconds before she sputters, "What?"

"My family already thinks we're engaged, Ms. Danvers," Lena explains, calm even though her stomach sinks. "If we were married, it would remedy this situation fairly quickly. I assure you, I will get my visa renewed soon afterward and we could divorce in no time. I just need to make sure I keep my job."

There's more to that, of course. Lena needs to keep more than her job; she needs to keep her dignity, her freedom from her mother's grasp, her legacy. If she needs to do that from this hell tower every day for the rest of her life, then so be it.

"I-I don't know, Ms. Luthor!" Kara's face falls, and the worst part is that she truly seems sorry to not be saying an enthusiastic yes. "That's—a crime, isn't it?"

Lena wishes it had been Jess that walked through that door earlier. Jess certainly wouldn't have taken so long to agree; Lena would go as far as argue that they're almost friends. But unfortunately, Kara is the only option. Pastel-wearing, baby-faced, and probably-environmentalist Kara Danvers. Lena can't afford a no, so she leans forward, ready to offer whatever it takes.

"I assure you, this will be mutually beneficial," Lena promises. "I can compensate you if you'd like. Just name your price."

That only seems to panic Kara further. "Oh no, Ms. Luthor!" she cries. "I'm not—this isn't a money thing."

"Then what is it? Do you have someone in your life?" Lena questions, raising an eyebrow because wouldn't that be interesting.

"No, the last time I was in a relationship was a year ago, so..." Kara trails off, then blushes a low pink. "I'm sorry, that's unprofessional of me to say."

"Ms. Danvers, considering I'm asking you to marry me, I'd say nothing is out of bounds," Lena says with a smirk, delighting in how red Kara gets.

"I'm just...not sure," Kara admits, feebly adjusting her glasses. "I don't mean to disrespect you, Ms. Luthor, I would never! But breaking the law? My sister-in-law is a cop, so she'd never let me live it down, and my sister would laugh a lot and then get really mad, probably. And my parents—oh, Eliza would be so disappointed—"

"Ms. Danvers," Lena cuts her off. "You don't have to do anything you're morally opposed to."

Lena knows that she's going to lose everything. If she is deported to Ireland and Lex is put in her place, she knows that he will buckle under the pressure again and Lilian will slowly begin to take over. Lena will be forgotten, and everything she's worked for—every proposal, every new piece of technology her labs are working on—will never see the light of day. Lena needs Kara, as desperate and pathetic as it is, and any answer beside yes is destined to doom her. But Lena is also not like her mother. Lilian Luthor would stare Kara Danvers dead in the eye and threaten her, force her, to do as she asked. Lilian Luthor would destroy Kara Danvers's spirit only to build it up in a pitying, sadistic way to watch it happen again. And Lena would never—could never—be so despicable.

Kara hesitates, not relieved, but resigned; worried. "I don't know your mother," she says after a moment. "But I can't—I can't just do nothing. It sounds like she's not a very good person! No offense."

"None taken," Lena says, and she tiredly leans back in her chair, rubbing at her temples again. The only thing that distracts her from the turmoil playing out over Kara's face is a knock at the door as Jess announces herself. "Come in, Jess," Lena calls, shifting back into place as the door opens.

"Your lunch, Ms. Luthor," Jess says as she walks in, eyeing Kara suspiciously as she sets the bag onto Lena's desk. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you," Lena answers, grateful that Jess doesn't stick around, just nods and walks out as quickly as she came. "I hope you're not a vegetarian," she says to Kara as she shifts through the bag to get the pastrami sandwiches Jess has brought.

Kara looks startled as Lena passes her a sandwich. "You didn't have to buy me lunch," she says weakly, but she's eyeing it so hungrily Lena just scoffs and unwraps her own sandwich.

"I did rudely take your lunch hour away." Lena takes a bite, amused as she watches Kara practically shove half of the sandwich into her mouth.

Kara slows down halfway through, absentmindedly smearing mustard over her thumb as she wipes her lips. She looks deep in thought, distraught even, so Lena doesn't try and say anything else. It can't have been long—maybe just five minutes of full silence—before Kara seemingly cracks, shoulders sagging in defeat when she prompts,

"Ms. Luthor?"

"Hmm?" Lena looks up from her lunch, heart in throat at the underlaying apprehensiveness of Kara's voice.

"I'll...I'll do it," Kara says, readjusting her glasses in what must be a nervous tic sort of way, her words coming out stronger than before, firm and sure. "What do I need to do?"

(And Lena breathes, really breathes, for the first time all morning.)

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Kara leaves work feeling absolutely overwrought.

The bus stop is a street over, but Kara walks right past it, gripping her bag so tightly it's a wonder she doesn't lose all feeling in her fingers. She eventually sits down on a bench when she's about two blocks away from the L-Corp building, and that's just to call Alex to come pick her up. Alex agrees readily, just as she always does, and at least that part of Kara's life remains the same.

Alex shows up in ten minutes. It takes all of Kara's self control not to spill about everything—about her newfound "engagement," about her worries about Lena's family, about the awkwardness to even refer to her boss as Lena in the first place—but she keeps her mouth shut. That had been one of Lena's firmest conditions about this arrangement; no one, except Jess who knows the extent of their limited interactions, is to know the engagement is fake. To everyone else, Kara is supposed to have been having a six-month office romance with her boss, having been unwilling to share this part of her life yet.

(The real Kara would never be so secretive, and it hurts to think about it.)

"Hey, Kara," Alex says as Kara gets into the car. "Did you miss the bus again?"

"Yeah," Kara laughs awkwardly, hand going to her glasses. "You know me, I get so in my head sometimes."

"Or you're just overworked," Alex says, rolling her eyes. Alex has always had a quiet disdain of Lena Luthor, one Kara insists is unwarranted, because she's never—up to this point, anyway—known Lena well enough to make a judgment on her character. Even now, it's clear Lena doesn't try to be unintentionally cruel; she's just hard-working, and if that means piling lots of tasks on her assistants, then so be it.

"How's the party planning going?" Kara asks, changing the subject and opting not to reply to the accusation; she'd prefer to leave work out of her thoughts tonight.

Alex groans. "I swear, J'onn can read minds," she grumbles as she pulls away from the curb. "Winn just mentioned the beach house in passing, and J'onn called me today and said to make sure to make his cake red velvet this time around."

Kara giggles, mood lifting slightly. This marks the third year and counting that J'onn has caught wind of the "surprise" birthday parties that Alex plans.

"Well," Kara teases, "I guess we don't have to leave him out of the planning again."

"Yeah, but now he keeps trying to tell me that he doesn't like the beach," Alex says, because that too is a recurring theme every year; every time J'onn catches wind of a party they're throwing for him, he tries to cancel it. "But Mom already rented it, so there's no way he's not getting his party."

"Speaking of," Kara says, and she hesitates because Lena is going to hate this, "can I bring someone?"

"To the party?" Alex asks, bewildered. It certainly is a strange request, since all of Kara's friends are already invited. "I don't see why not. Is it someone we know?"

"Sort of," Kara says. "I mean...you know of her."

"Okay, well, who?"

Kara hesitates. "Lena Luthor?" she answers meekly.

Alex is quiet for about thirty seconds before she says, ever-so-calmly, "What."

"She's—she's sort of my girlfriend," Kara says, because that's what they've agreed on: Kara can tell people Lena is her girlfriend, but not that they're engaged yet.

Alex nearly slams on the brakes at the upcoming red light, jostling Kara forward; the seat belt across her chest thankfully is there to snap her back.

"Very funny, Kara. Really. I didn't know you were such a comedian," Alex says sharply. "Can you maybe not give me a heart attack while I'm driving?"

"Alex," says Kara, a little hurt now, "I'm not joking."

Alex shakes her head. "You know what? I'm not—let's not talk about this right now. Let's go over to Mom's."

"Fine." Kara turns towards the window and tries not to be hurt by the way Alex drives a little faster and turns her music a little louder, the way Alex tends to do when she's mad. Alex isn't supposed to judge her. That's what sisters are there for! But it seems like she's missed the memo, because instead of being excited for her little sister, Alex stays stoic the rest of the drive.

When they get to Eliza's, Alex finally speaks. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

"Yes." Kara's heart thumps hard in her chest hopefully because Alex doesn't look mad now, just pensive. "We've been dating for six months."

"Six months?" Alex's voice comes out hurt, even though she tries to hide it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She truly looks distressed at that, because she and Kara tell each other everything. "I thought you weren't ready to date again."

Kara has to scramble to think of a good lie. It's true that for the past year she's been insisting that she doesn't want to date again because she's not ready. Alex has had to sit through stories of Kara's awful attempts of online dating, even; it's going to be hard to try and rationalize her behavior these past six months.

"We didn't want anyone to know," Kara says, finally. "Because she's my boss and all."

"Not even me?" Alex asks. "You know I'd never tell anyone, Kara."

"I know. I'm sorry," Kara says quietly. "It hurt me not to tell you. But Lena and I were just,"—here, she tries valiantly to think of a good way not to throw Lena under the bus for everything—"trying to keep it casual. I didn't want you to judge me if it didn't work out."

Alex reaches over to tuck a strand of hair behind Kara's ear. "Come on," she says, "let's go in so you can tell me everything. Mom's going to lose her shit when she finds out."

Kara exhales, relieved all at once but also instantly guilty. She's glad Alex is tentatively on board, but at the same time it's going to be even harder to try and convince her family she's in love with a complete stranger. (A stranger Alex sort of hates, too.)

Eliza is chopping carrots when Kara and Alex come in, likely preparing a salad for dinner. "My kids remembered to visit," she teases as both her daughters press a kiss to her cheek. "J'onn and Maggie are out back if you want to help them, Alex. Kara, you can come help me slice some cucumbers."

"Don't tell me—they're trying to set up that swingset again, aren't they?" Alex groans, already halfway to the back door. "I'll be back."

While Alex leaves, Kara steals a piece of carrot from the salad bowl and watches Eliza chop some more. Eliza swats her hands away when Kara goes in for a second, pointing her to the cucumbers waiting on the cutting board instead.

"You're here early. Did you miss your bus again?" Eliza asks.

"Sort of." Kara gingerly takes a knife and starts to chop. She's never been good at mastering a knife, so the slices come out uneven. "It was a very interesting day."

Eliza hums disapprovingly. Like Alex, she's never approved of Kara's job. "That boss of yours overworking you again?"

"No, she...she just needed me," Kara says vaguely. "Listen, about my boss—"

She's interrupted when the front door swings open. Winn and James, honorary members of the Danvers family, have come back from what must've been a trip to the grocery store per Eliza's request; they're laden with grocery bags. Jamie, Maggie and Alex's two-year-old, is even cradling a bag in her arms.

"Ahn Kara!" Jamie shrieks, running to latch onto Kara's legs, impatiently holding up her arms until Kara drops the knife and picks her up. "I got chips!"

"Oh wow, you got chips?" Kara gasps, feigning amazement.

"Yeah!" Jamie thrusts the bag in Kara's face, smashing the package against Kara's glasses. "Open it!"

Eliza takes the bag before Kara can even try to free herself from the attack, smiling in amusement. "Jamie, sweetie, we need to have dinner first. How about you help your Aunt Kara make the salad?"

"Okay! I wanna help," Jamie tells Kara seriously, squeezing her arms around Kara's neck until Kara surrenders and takes her over to the salad bowl.

Eliza finishes up the carrots and cucumbers, opting to start making lemonade while Kara lets Jamie stir the salad with a spoon. James and Winn start depositing what they'd brought on the table: cherry tomatoes, more chips, hot dog buns and dressings for the hot dogs.

"Kara," James says, obviously surprised when he catches sight of her. "You're not late. Did you miss your bus again?"

"Why is everyone so surprised that I'm here early?" Kara complains. "Maybe I took an earlier bus!"

"Not with the way Lena Luthor works you," Winn snorts. "Do you know she's expected to make the cover of Catco's women in power issue this year? Cat is furious because we can't even get an interview. Either that woman is too busy or she's just not interested. I'm betting both, to be honest."

"No surprise there," James says, shaking his head. "I interviewed her brother when he was still CEO. The Luthors are pretty aloof people."

"Well maybe that's because you don't know them," Kara blurts out. "Since you're strangers and everything."

Winn shrugs. "Maybe," he agrees, though it's clear he really doesn't care about the matter. Kara, on the other hand, feels protectiveness surge in her chest at the thought of Lena who isn't cold so much as she is guarded.

"You work for her Kara," James says, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Don't you know what goes on with her? Is she really screening all of Ms. Grant's calls?"

Kara flushes. "What is that supposed to mean? I don't—I don't know what goes on with her. I'm not even her primary assistant. I report to Jess! You remember. So. Yeah."

There is a confused moment of silence. James and Winn exchange glances. Eliza stops squeezing lemons. Even Jamie looks up from the salad bowl. (Jamie goes back to it in a second, uninterested in Kara's rambling, but it still happens.)

At that moment, Alex has chosen to return inside, door sliding shut behind her as she mutters under her breath about stubbornness. When she sees everyone staring curiously at Kara, she rolls her eyes.

"So I take it Kara told you guys she's dating her boss?" Alex asks.

Jamie shrieks at the sound of her mother's voice. "Mama!" she yells. "Look, I'm helping!"

Alex's reply to her daughter is drowned out. Mostly by Kara's groan of no, I did not, but also by James's wait, what? and Winn's no way, are you dating Lena Luthor?

"I...meant to tell you guys sooner," Kara says meekly, when the hubbub dies down and everyone is looking at her expectantly. "But. Surprise?"

"Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry, did I miss something? When did you and Lena Luthor—" Winn stops, helplessly, gesturing for James to pick up on his train of thought.

"That's, um, that's great Kara," James says instead, blinking his surprise away. "How long have you guys been together?"

Kara pauses, trying to remember. "About six months," she replies carefully, making sure not to betray the truth on accident.

"For the record I've always thought she was a great person, even if she does ignore Ms. Grant's calls," interjects Winn quickly. "So, uh, congrats on dating your boss!"

(Kara opens her mouth to argue that Lena doesn't, in fact, ignore Ms. Grant's calls but realizes she has no idea if that's true.)

"I'm so glad you told us, Kara," Eliza says, wiping her hands off on a towel so she can squeeze Kara's shoulder. "But don't think you're getting off so easy for keeping this from us for six whole months! Tell us all about her. What's she like?"

"And has she ever mentioned Cat?"

"Winn."

"What? It's a valid question."

Kara laughs nervously, hand going up to her glasses as everyone's eyes end up on her again. She and Lena had agreed on a generic story of how they started dating, but it's one thing to make it up; it's another to sell the story and act the part of someone in love. But, well:

"Right," Kara says, smile just a little forced, "I'll—I'll tell you guys about her."

(Lena honestly owes her a raise.)

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It's too quiet.

Kara hears every small sound in the large conference room: the scratch of Jess's pen, the steady tap of Lena's fingernails against the table, the squeaks in Kara's own chair. Lena's lawyer, introduced just minutes ago as a Mr. Snapper Carr, ruffles papers in a way that seems the loudest in this stifling atmosphere even though that's the one sound Kara has to strain to hear. He manages to flip through the pages almost silently, like he's practiced this several times, but the way Lena's eyes flicker anxiously to the pages is enough to make Kara hyperaware of them. (Plus Lena's leg keeps knocking against Kara's underneath the table and it doesn't take a genius to guess why.)

"Alright, Ms. Luthor," Snapper says, finally speaking. He looks up, glasses slipping on the bridge of his nose, not without a critical glare at Kara as he addresses Lena. "It seems like your paperwork is in order. If you and your fiancé would like, we can schedule an appointment with the immigration office next weekend."

Next weekend? Kara thinks about J'onn's party and panics. Just as Lena is nodding her head, about to speak, Kara finds herself blurting out,

"That won't work!"

Disgust is the only word that can describe the look on Snapper's face. "Did I ask you anything, ponytail?" he asks. It's clearly a rhetorical question, but Kara surges on anyway.

"It's my Dad's birthday," she clarifies, her own leg shaking a little now under Snapper's scrutinizing glare. "And we're driving out to the coast. So we won't be in the city."

"That's right, I'm sorry. I completely forgot about your Dad's birthday," Lena says. Kara dares to glance at her, afraid it will be like catching the eye of a fire-breathing dragon, but Lena only smiles apologetically (how is she such a good actress?) and takes Kara's hand in her own. "I'm sure it's possible to schedule our appointment at a different time, right?"

Kara feels herself freeze the second Lena's hand touches hers. She knows they're supposed to be playing the part of two people in love and all, but this is her boss. Her boss with really soft skin. And who apparently is one of those intertwine-fingers-as-we-hold-hands kind of person.

Snapper grunts, annoyed, and Kara is brought back to reality. "Fine," he says, still glaring at Kara when she looks back at him. "We can switch it to the weekend after."

Kara tries her best not to glare back, instead trying to train her face into something neutral. But at that moment Lena's hand squeezes hers hard, almost involuntarily, and Kara grimaces just as Lena lets go.

"That would be perfect," Lena says with a warm smile, offering her now free hand to shake. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Carr."

"It was my pleasure," Snapper grumbles in a way that means it really wasn't, but Kara can see he has a clear soft spot for Lena; his glare softens noticeably, and he shakes her hand with both of his in a way that's more friendly than Kara's seen him be this entire time.

Lena looks at Kara pointedly afterwards. Kara meets her eye, confused for all of three seconds before she realizes how rude she seems. "Right! Yes, thank you so much," she says, holding out her own hand.

Snapper's glare comes back full force, then, but he shakes Kara's hand anyway. He even nods in Jess's direction as he takes his leave, shutting the door of the conference room behind him. Lena exhales sharply when he's gone, sliding out of her chair in one fluid motion. There is a frown on her face, a small, displeased crease between her eyes as she crosses her arms and looks to Jess.

"Jess, thank you for sitting in. You can go back to the phones, if you'd like," Lena says. "I'll revise your notes myself."

"Of course, Ms. Luthor. Shall I call for your 10 o'clock?" Jess asks, passing Lena the notepad she's been taking notes on as she gets up too.

"No, I don't have the energy to deal with that today. Please cancel up until my 12 o'clock," Lena says with a sigh, delving into a few rearrangements in her schedule as Jess nods along to whatever Lena tells her.

Kara, still sitting, fidgets in her seat and debates slipping out of the room. She has a ton of work to finish that's sitting on her desk, mostly reports she needs to review and send off and numbers she has to crunch. At the same time, she daydreams about being able to avoid it a little longer. (She still has to deliver a report to the IT branch and one of the technicians there flirts with her too much.)

Jess leaves, eventually. And Kara is left alone with Lena, who suddenly looks more formal than anytime Kara has ever seen her, arms still crossed as she towers over Kara appraisingly. (Kara wishes she had at least stood up at this point.)

"I admire your gumption, Ms. Danvers," Lena says. "Normally I would have said you buying us more time is a good thing, but you could have at least given me a warning before you made a fool of me in front of my lawyer."

"Ms. Luthor, I am so sorry," Kara apologizes, jumping to her feet so fast her chair falls. "I didn't mean to take over your meeting like that."

A huff of a dry laugh escapes Lena's lips. "Well, it's a bit late for that, isn't it?" she says, cold enough that Kara feels her face fall, and the crease on Lena's forehead gives way to an apologetic raise of her eyebrows. "That was uncalled for. I'm sorry. You're doing me a huge favor and I don't want to seem ungrateful, I promise. It has just been a very stressful morning."

Kara knows, objectively, that she doesn't know her boss very well; she can count on one hand the number of direct interactions they've ever had. But at the same time, this is the most tired she has ever seen Lena; she sees the way Lena's dress shirt is wrinkled at the hem; she sees way Lena's eyes struggle to stay open; she sees the way she grips at her shoulder like it's aching to even move.

"It's alright, Ms. Luthor," Kara says. "I can't imagine what you're going through."

"That's the thing. You don't." Lena seems to slump in on herself, leaning against the table with a heavy sigh. "I don't know you, Ms. Danvers. I'm in over my head and my company—my legacy—rests in whether or not you and I can pretend to be engaged. I don't mean to be rude, but forgive me; I just wish there was another way."

Kara nods, slowly and thoughtfully, because she can't imagine being in that position. She may know a lot about Lena Luthor courtesy of Jess, but to Lena, she is a complete stranger. A stranger she doesn't know if she can trust, much less marry.

"Well," Kara says after a moment's hesitation, "all we have to do is get through that interview, right? We'll just have to learn all about each other and pass it with flying colors. The marriage stuff will be easy enough."

Lena scoffs, though not unkindly. "You are too optimistic, Ms. Danvers," she murmurs, voice lighter than earlier. "But you make a good point. First and foremost, I think it's high time you started calling me Lena."

"Well if I'm calling you Lena..." Kara hints, trying the name on her tongue.

"Kara it is," Lena finishes, smiling just the slightest when Kara beams at her. "I feel bad for making you do this, you know. I really can't thank you enough."

"No, please, any person would do the same," Kara says, shaking her head.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe," Lena says softly, a far-off look in her eyes when Kara regards her quietly. "I really would like to compensate you for this." Before Kara can object, she adds, "Not monetarily, if you'd prefer. But anything I can do, anything at all—just let me know."

Kara thinks about J'onn and his party and how Alex is going to be absolutely insufferable but she pushes past the thought and says, "Actually, there is one thing..."

"Anything. You name it," Lena says, looking at Kara expectantly.

"I don't want to seem like I'm taking advantage, but," Kara hesitates, "would you actually come out to the coast with me next weekend? For my Dad's birthday. It's just," she tacks on when Lena's eyes widen in surprise, "my family really wants to meet you and I wanted to tell them about us then. I mean, they know about us already. Not the real us. The fake dating us. And I want them to know about the fake, um, engaged us. I understand if this is crossing so many boundaries—"

"Breathe, Kara," Lena cuts her off. She doesn't look mad, just pensive; she is the one doing the regarding now, studying Kara's face so intently it's as if they've never met before. "Going to your Dad's birthday with you is the least I can do."

Kara exhales. "Thank you," she says gratefully. "I do have to warn you, though. My family have never really liked my job. Or you, by extension. W-which I've told them is crazy, because they don't even know you! I promise I love my job and I would never want to seem ungrateful about it but they've just noticed I keep odd hours and I'm usually up early and home late so—"

"Kara." Lena pushes off the table, a smirk forming on her lips. "I can handle it, trust me. Something that comes with the Luthor name is a reputation of being ruthless. Even though I'd like to think I'm not as bad as my mother, everyone in National City seems to have an opinion of me: reckless daughter, autocrat, bitch. I've dealt with every variation of every judgement you can think of. I'm not offended that your family thinks the same."

"They don't think that badly of you," Kara protests. "They're just—uninformed. They'll warm up to you, I promise." She feels warm all of a sudden, flushed with embarrassment over divulging all of this while Lena just hums noncommittally and goes to pick up the notes Jess had written.

Lena doesn't look convinced. "Well, send me the details of the party," she says, angling away from Kara in what can only be a dismissal. Gone is the smirk, replaced with a grim press of her lips into a thin line as she reads Jess's notes. "We can discuss logistics later."

"Right. And I'll—go back to work," Kara says, pushing her glasses up on her face awkwardly. When it's clear Lena doesn't have anything else to say, Kara slips out of the conference room and heads to her desk dejectedly.

She doesn't expect anything to come from this deal with Lena. Honest. But at the very least, she hopes they could be something more than employee/employer. Something more like friends. But Lena seems content to keep Kara at an arm's length, to only include her when necessary, and it feels more like a regression than a progression. Kara is going to have to marry Lena. And stay married to her for who knows how long. Kara doesn't even know the details. Are they going to have a real wedding? Are they going to have to live in the same apartment? (Is Kara going to be allowed to keep her job?)

Kara is so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn't even realize she's bumped into someone until it's too late, and then a flurry of papers go flying. Kara tries, in vain, to catch them but then she realizes whoever she bumped into must have been holding hot coffee as well; it's spilled down her front and is just beginning to soak through her shirt, just above her collarbone.

A quiet hiss of pain escapes before Kara can reign it in. "I'm so sorry," she says, gripping her shoulder helplessly as if that's going to help, pivoting on her heel to try and apologize to whoever she bumped into.

Veronica Sinclair glares back. "Watch where you're going," she says in a cold, blasé manner that Kara has come to recognize as just the way Veronica speaks.

Because of course Kara knows Veronica Sinclair. She is a longtime investor in Luthor Corp, as well as a notorious on-and-off flame of Lena's. Kara had just begun working the last time Veronica had stepped foot in this building almost a year ago; she can still remember hearing Lena scream cruel words the whole floor could hear, can still remember the way Veronica's heels had clicked so loudly as she walked out, can still remember the way Lena hadn't left her office for days and how only Jess could coax her into eating or sleeping.

"Ms. Sinclair," Kara blurts out. It's clear Veronica doesn't remember her, but Kara smiles despite the throbbing pain of her burned skin and asks, "Do you need an escort to Ms. Luthor's office? I would be more than happy to—"

"I know the way," Veronica cuts her off. "You should go change your shirt." She turns and leaves the mess on the floor behind, ignoring the fact that those papers she dropped are likely important.

Kara scrambles to grab as many of the coffee-free papers as she can and follow Veronica, running to catch up before Veronica can get to Lena's door. "I really should let Ms. Luthor know of your arrival first, she may be with a client—" she begins before she's cut off again.

"I don't know you," Veronica says, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Do you know who I am?"

Kara crosses her arms and tries not to look like she's shaking. "I know you broke Ms. Luthor's heart," she says, then falters. "I-I mean, no. No you didn't. That would be—unprofessional of me to know."

Veronica dons a slow, predatory smile all at once. "You've got some bite to you," she observes. "Okay. Why don't you go tell Ms. Luthor that I'd like to review some of my contracts."

"Of course. You're, um, more than welcome to wait outside," Kara says, vaguely gesturing to the couches situated by her desk as she half-walks, half-stumbles into Lena's office without so much as a knock.

Lena is sitting at her desk, probably having just reentered after leaving the conference room; she looks up in surprised when her door bangs open. There is a question on her lips, but Kara beats her to the punch.

"I'm sorry to barge in like this. But um, Veronica Sinclair is outside?" Kara winces at the way Lena's jaw tightens, at the storm brewing in her eyes. "I know you two parted on bad terms. Wait, that was nosey of me, I'm sorry."

"It's not a secret," Lena huffs bitterly. "God, I haven't seen her in so long." She gnaws on her nail for a moment, gazing off into nothing as Kara shifts in her spot uncomfortably (that coffee burn hurts). "What does she want?" she asks, finally.

"She said she wants to review some contracts? Should I send her away, or—"

"No. Let her come in," Lena says, shaking her head. She stands up, fixing papers on her desk and smoothing down her dress in what must be a nervous tic of hers. "I'll have to face her sooner or later, it's only right that I—" She stops. "What happened to your shirt?"

Kara unconsciously goes to touch the stain. "This? It's nothing, I just might have, um, crashed into Ms. Sinclair. On accident! It was an accident."

"I bet she loved that," Lena snorts, bending down to rummage in one of her desk drawers. "Here, I think I've got a shirt in here somewhere. It might be a tight fight, but..." She fishes a blouse that looks like it costs more than Kara's rent and holds it out apologetically. "I have others, too."

"No, this is—this is perfect, thank you," Kara says, bewildered as she accepts the garment. She decides not to ask why Lena has spare clothes in her office; the answer would either be wildly unprofessional (even inappropriate, despite this new dynamic of theirs) or really, really sad. "Oh, and these are the papers she dropped. I thought they might be important."

"Thank you," Lena says with a sigh, seemingly recognizing what the papers are for. "You can change in my restroom, if you'd like. It's the door towards the back."

Kara nods and awkwardly does just that, shutting the door behind her and trying not to hyperventilate. She feels odd about this, suddenly crossing every boundary Jess has been cautioning her not to for the past year. (Also, it's weird to be half-dressed when she can hear Lena talking outside, likely calling Jess over her headset.)

Lena's shirt is a little snug, and it stands out against Kara's khaki slacks, but otherwise it doesn't look too bad. She takes her ruined button-up and leaves the (weirdly) spacious bathroom, only to stop in her tracks when she realizes the reason why Lena was talking was because Veronica had taken it upon herself to enter Lena's office anyway.

They both turn to look when the bathroom door opens, Lena with a pained wince and Veronica with an airy lift of both eyebrows.

"I'm sorry," Kara blurts out. "I'm just—going to go. Thank you, again, Ms. Luthor." She exits before Lena can say anything, pretending she did not see the way Veronica's hand had been resting on Lena's waist.

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Veronica Sinclair is the most selfish woman Lena has ever met.

She makes Veronica leave after a full two hours or so of arguing. Veronica doesn't dare to rescind her investments in Luthor Corp; she's too good a businesswoman to do that. What she is, however, is petty enough to make cruel judgements of Kara; to ridicule Lena's struggle to appear caring to the public; to mention how well Lex would be welcomed back into the company were Lena to step down.

And, apparently, she is bold enough to ask Lena if she'd like to give them another try.

Lena sits at her desk and stares at the spot where Veronica had been. She still can feel the phantom warmth of Veronica's fingertips on her waist, can still picture that smirk tugging on Veronica's lips she used to kiss away once upon a time. It's not for any melancholy reason; she and Veronica are terrible for each other and she knows it. But—and there is always a but—Lena can't help but miss it sometimes. Not what they had. Just the idea that they had something, the idea that they mattered enough to each other once.

But Lena can't entertain anything even if she wanted to. And she doesn't want to, to be perfectly honest. It's easy to think about the way she and Veronica used to be good together: on each other's arm at parties, smiling for cameras, stealing kisses on late nights at work. It's also easy to think about the way they were absolutely awful together: fighting over paperwork, fucking in Lena's office, accusing each other of being jealous and toxic. They brought out the worst of each other. There's no reason why Lena would ever take Veronica back even if she didn't need to marry Kara Danvers.

But Lena finds herself unable to look away from where Veronica was standing. She blames it on being sentimental, on the fact that she hasn't seen Veronica in months, and finally tears her eyes away and calls Jess to her office.

A minute later, Jess is at her door. "Ms. Luthor," she says from the door. "What can I help you with?"

"I need your help, Jess," Lena says, and she must look truly desperate, because Jess shuts the door behind her without another word.

"I can blacklist Veronica Sinclair if necessary," Jess says simply. "Just say the word."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but the board would blacklist me if I tried to go after Veronica," Lena scoffs, warmed by the thought that her assistant would risk so much just to support her. "This isn't about Veronica. It's about Kara."

"I see." Jess doesn't say anything else, just takes a seat and waits patiently for Lena to elaborate. (She's always been a good listener.)

Lena takes a moment to gather her thoughts, to finally form the worries she's kept pushed to the back of her mind. "She seems trustworthy," she says, finally. "But I'm not sure what she gets out of this. I tried to offer some compensation for her involvement in this mess and all she wanted was for me to go meet hr family. It's not even a favor! It's—it's something I would have done regardless, because we need to keep up appearances. I can't get a good read of what she wants."

Jess hides an amused smile behind her hand. "Lena," she says, "Kara is just not interested in your money or your prestige. She's a good person trying to help you in any way she can. There's no one with purer intentions than her."

"That's," Lena blinks, "...odd. Do you really think she wants nothing?"

"I didn't say that." Jess leans forward, sympathetic. "Look. I know you want to believe everyone is out to get you. You're afraid of lowering your walls and trusting this complete stranger, and I get that. But Kara doesn't. I think what she wants is for you to trust her."

"I trust her," Lena protests, but it's weak even to her own ears. Jess is unmoved by the statement, anyhow. "Okay, you're right. I don't know how to trust her. I don't even know how to act around her. I'm supposed to marry her, Jess. And I don't know anything about her."

"Then fix that," says Jess, patient in the best way. "I think you know exactly what you need to do: sit down, talk to her, discuss everything. Become friends. You're going to have to spend a lot of time with her, you know. She's the one doing you this huge favor; the least you can do is extend an olive branch."

Lena drums her fingers on her desk pensively. "An olive branch," she echoes lowly. "I'm not sure how I can do that."

"Lucky for you, I do," Jess says. "I know you have been looking at rings, to hold up the charade. And it just so happens...that I know Kara's ring size."

"...can you make a run to the jeweler's?

"What else do you pay me for?"'

It takes them a while to select the perfect ring, one Lena hopes is simple but elegant enough. Lena makes a few calls and finds the right jewelry store that will have exactly what she needs, and quickly; after that it's nothing but waiting for Jess to get the ring fitted and back before Kara leaves for the day.

Lena tries to do some work after Jess leaves. But it's been hard to concentrate as of late; she's just been so stressed with the idea of having to get married and what that means. She doesn't want an actual wedding in a church or anything. For her, the paperwork would be enough. But if Kara wants a wedding—or worse, her family does—then Lena will have to fund it all. Obviously. (There's no way she's going to let Kara pay for it.) Then there is the obvious question of where they're going to live, because if they get married and live in separate apartments that will not bode well for the image they're presenting.

It's too much. Lena resolves to do as Jess advised and sit down with Kara to discuss this all before she gets carried away and starts stressing more than she already has. Lena lets her thoughts wander to Kara's family instead, which is an entirely new source of stress. She doesn't even know if Kara hates her, and yet she can already imagine the reception of people who do hate her. She's never had to meet anyone's parents before either, so that adds a whole layer to the issue. Veronica hadn't been serious enough to take Lena to meet her parents, but Veronica had already met Lena's mother enough times to know that Lilian loved her. Veronica was perhaps the only woman that Lilian Luthor approved of, but Lena isn't holding her breath for the same reception from Kara's parents.

Lena pushes the thought from her mind too. It's not even time to start thinking about the trip she's going to have to take to get to the coast, so she forces herself to review some of the proposals Veronica had brought over. She hates to admit it, but if there's one thing she and Veronica can agree on, it's business. Some of these proposals, considering how Veronica's money will come into play, are actually good. She sets aside a few to review with the board and starts to comb through her email, which is a lengthy enough task that it feels like minutes have passed instead of the hours it has been by the time Jess comes back.

"I got it," Jess says, out of breath when she bursts through the door. "It was too short notice to get a nice box, but they gave me this one instead. I can check if somewhere else has—"

"No, Jess, thank you. This is perfect," Lena says, getting up to meet Jess halfway as she grasps the box in Jess's hands. She feels nervous, jittery, as if she's about to propose for real, like she expects Kara to say yes or no. "Should I..."

Jess grips Lena's hand over the box, her touch relaying a message Lena can't voice. "I'll call Kara in," she says, pitying but gentle. "Don't worry. She's the best person you could ever marry for a few months."

Lena laughs, despite herself. "I wish I could marry you instead," she murmurs. "It would be so much simpler."

"Now that would have been simpler for you, but not your wallet. You couldn't afford me, Ms. Luthor," Jess says with a teasing wink and Lena feels her nervousness dissipate; she always feels so at ease whenever Jess is around. There's just something comforting about having Jess, the closest thing to a friend she's ever had, supporting her with this.

"Well, send her in if she hasn't left home yet," Lena says. "I hope you're right about her."

"Me too," Jess says quietly, and then she's gone.

Lena gazes out of her balcony window. The sun is just beginning to set, but the last fading rays of light illuminate the velvet box in her hand. She tentatively cracks it open, runs the pads of her fingers over its outline. It is a beautiful ring, its rose gold band studded with small diamonds all twisting like the shape of two infinity symbols from both sides to connect with the larger diamond in the middle. Lena is no romantic, but she feels a pang of despondence. She almost wishes she hadn't gotten the ring after all.

A small knock to her office door startles her. She shuts the ring box and clears her throat; it's now or never. "Come in," she says, firm and unwavering.

Kara walks in, and Lena had forgotten all about her shirt; it surprises her for a second to see Kara in Lena's shirt (and has it always been that small? It looks like it's about to bust off of Kara's shoulders). "Jess said you wanted to see me?" Kara asks. She has her bag slung over her shoulder, likely about to leave for the day.

"Yes," Lena swallows thickly, stepping away from the window. "I'm sorry to keep you."

"It's not a problem," Kara says politely, though the way her eyes shift to the clock on Lena's wall tells a different story.

"Still. I'll just take a minute of your time," Lena says, moving close enough to Kara that Kara's eyes fall down to the box in Lena's hands. "I would get down on one knee, but I don't think my skirt will let me. So..." She opens the box and holds it out hesitantly. "I figure we should get our story straight. And I owe you a ring."

Kara's jaw drops. "Is that—wait. Are you proposing to me?"

"Technically, yes," Lena says. She takes the ring out when Kara doesn't move to, holding out her hand but stopping just before she takes Kara's. "May I?"

Kara lets Lena slip the ring on her finger in her bewilderment. Lena lets both of her her hands smooth over Kara's for a moment to admire how the ring looks, sparkling beautifully even in the low light of Lena's office. (And it fits perfectly, thank God.)

"It's—it's beautiful, don't get me wrong," Kara says after a long, pregnant pause. Her eyes alternate between darting to Lena's face and then at the ring on her own finger, wide and confused. "But I can't accept this! It's, it's too much."

"Engaged people typically have rings," Lena reminds her. "And I wanted to do this. Even if you don't keep the ring—which is understandable, I know you would have no need for an engagement ring—you're welcome to sell it, or pawn it, when this is all done with. I want to show you that I...that I trust you. And I appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"Or we can count this is a loan," Kara counters. "And I can return it to you when we get divorced."

Lena frowns, because there's no way in hell that's happening. "Well, I'm sure we can discuss that when the time comes," is what she ultimately settles to say. She sees Kara eye the clock again and she remembers what Kara had said about keeping her late at work, so she is quick to add, "I meant it when I said I wouldn't keep you. You're welcome to go home, Ms. Danvers. Is it possible to grab lunch with you tomorrow? I'd love to talk about the details of our soon-to-be marriage."

"Yeah, that would be great." Kara beams, pushing up her glasses. "Thank you, Lena. For—the shirt. And the ring, I guess? Sorry. It just—it's weird, right? You think this is weird?"

"It is very weird," Lena agrees, laughing awkwardly when Kara does. "I have to admit, I've never imagined proposing to anyone, let alone getting married."

"Then I guess we're on the same page, because I have never imagined being proposed to," Kara replies. She seems unable to look away from the ring, perhaps a little wistfully, and Lena senses there's a story she doesn't know yet.

"I hope we can fully work together on this," Lena says. "In the future, that is. You have been here much too long already. Please, go home, call it a day."

"Right, yes," Kara says, looking back up. "I'll just—I'll have to take the ring off to go home, but..."

Lena nods. She understands; one of the stipulations of the deal was not to reveal their engagement until the right moment. "Just don't lose it. It was expensive," she jokes.

Kara shifts her bag over her shoulder and smiles, polite like an employee would. "Goodnight, Ms. Luthor," she says. "I mean—Lena."

"Goodnight, Kara," Lena echoes the goodbye, staring long at the door after Kara leaves. She feels good about this, suddenly. Kara seems trustworthy. At the very least, she seems to have a good heart. The olive branch doesn't seem to have worked as well as intended, but that's alright. They have time to get to know each other, to make this believable, to make it seem like they're in love instead of basically strangers.

(Maybe she should give Kara a raise.)

Chapter Text

There's someone in her office.

It's too early for Jess to be here. In fact, no one except security and Lena are ever here this early. But as Lena walks down the hall to her office, she immediately notices that the door to her office is cracked open, not enough to give her an idea of who is in there but enough to give her pause outside the door. She has half a mind to reach for the taser she keeps in her purse or call security; unannounced visitors are not a common occurrence.

She doesn't get the chance to do either.

"Lena, took you long enough!" Lex crows, throwing open the door so suddenly Lena jumps. He looks awful, for a lack of a better word; his tie is undone, his suit wrinkled, his hair tousled and eyes alight with so much energy that Lena suspects he hasn't slept a wink all night.

"Have you ever heard of calling?" Lena gripes, shoving him out of the doorway. "I was about to call security on you."

"They let me in! Perks of being the ex CEO," Lex laughs, unfazed by the way Lena stalks past him to get to her desk. "I hope you don't mind, but I got a little whiskey from your stash."

"A little, or a lot?" Lena asks, setting her purse down and trying to busy herself so she won't look at her brother. But she's unable to; there is just something about Lex, something magnetic, that drives her to look at him again after a minute when he doesn't budge to move.

He's grinning back, unfazed by the frosty reception. "Just enough," he replies vaguely. "Come on, Lena! Get a glass. I want to make a toast." When Lena crosses her arms and doesn't move, he takes it upon himself to start rummaging through her stuff.

Lena lets him shove a glass in her hand. She even lets him pour her a few fingers of whiskey. "Why are you here so early, Lex?" she questions, finally.

"Couldn't sleep," Lex says, knocking his glass against hers. His has substantially more whiskey than hers does, but Lena doesn't mention that. "And I wanted to drop by before you get too busy with your CEO duties. I know what it's like, you know. It's pretty tough." He takes a sip out of his glass and sighs, light and dopey.

"You're scaring me," Lena says. "What happened?"

"What do you mean what happened? You're engaged, Lena. That's fucking fantastic!" Lex laughs, clinking his glass against hers again, this time so hard some of the whiskey sloshes over the edge. "That's why we need to toast. Holy shit, right? You're getting married!"

"I told you this days ago," Lena says. "What's really going on?"

"This is it, I promise! I've just—I've had an epiphany. You know how it is when you get one of those? You just have to hammer it out. Gotta get your brain moving, keep busy," Lex rants, pacing around Lena's desk like a madman. "You're going to get married. Wow. This is real."

Lena shifts uncomfortably. "Yes, I'm getting married," she says. "It's not a big deal."

"But it is," Lex insists, coming to a stop right in front of Lena's balcony window. It is an eerie sight, with the lights of her office off and the rising sun just barely illuminating indoors. "Mom was so worried you would get deported, you know."

Lena scoffs at that. "Oh, I'm sure," she says condescendingly, swirling her glass a little before biting the bullet and taking a sip. It burns pleasantly, but its taste lingers sourly. Toothpaste and whiskey don't mix.

"No, no, you should have seen her. She called me, worried out of her mind because she knew that I would have to come back to the company," Lex continues. His crazed smile is gone when he turns around, his eyes softer. "She was sure the board would be okay with it, but Lena. That would be—terrible."

Lena stares at him for a moment, unaware where he's taking his spiel. "So you're...glad I'm not being deported?"

"Of course! God, what would I do without you here?" That wild smile is back, and Lex winks at her as he drops down in Lena's desk chair. "I'm not saying that just because I'd rather jump off your balcony than take over your job, either."

It takes longer than Lena would like to admit to fully comprehend Lex's words. "Wait." She sets down her glass before she drops it, unable to mask her surprise. "What do you mean? Lex—this was your job."

"And it was great, sure," Lex says with a flippant wave of his hand. "But I hated it, and you knew that—let's be honest. It took a run-in with the fuzz to get that through my mind, I guess. But you, you're doing a great job with the company already. And I know you and Mom don't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things—"

"That's the understatement of the century," Lena murmurs.

"—but you're doing real work, not trying to break into the weapons industry and shit like I was. I really wanted to be some sort of global tycoon. I didn't realize how much work it took, of course..."

"Lex, what exactly has mother said about all this?" Lena cuts him off, careful not to look too invested in his answer. "About my engagement."

"What do you mean? She's shocked you're getting married, sure. But hey, so am I! You never told me about your girl," Lex says. He hesitates before he speaks next, clearly conflicted about what he's about to say. "And I know that was my fault. I was so busy traveling the world that I missed my baby sister falling in love."

Lena's resolve crumbles. "Lex," she says, all but begging. "That's not your fault."

"It is," Lex insists, and now it makes sense, the restless state he was in when Lena first walked in. He's blaming himself for everything, resting so much of Lena's lies on his shoulders that Lena suddenly feels sick to her stomach. "I haven't been around lately. What sort of brother doesn't even know that his sister got engaged? Why did it take an immigration lawyer for you to tell me?"

Because it's a lie. Because everything is a lie, Lena wants to admit.

"I should've told you," is what she says instead. She feels weird towering over him like this, him gazing up at her reverently. "I just didn't know how. I didn't mean to," lie to you, "fall in love. It was supposed to be casual..."

"Until it wasn't," Lex finishes. He gets up and sets his glass down, gripping both of Lena's shoulders warmly once his hands are free. His smile is bittersweet, but he looks younger all of a sudden, curly hair falling over his ears, even though his jaw is covered in stubble and his eyes heavy with sadness. "Tell me all about her," he says. "Let's make up for lost time."

Lena thinks about Jess—and by extension, what she said about olive branches—and feels conflicted. There is nothing more that she'd like to do than confide in her brother about everything: about Kara, about her mother, about just how scared she really is about losing not only the company but the only world she's ever known. But the painful truth is she doesn't know if she can trust Lex. That's the worst feeling in the world, to not be able to trust the brother who she used to tell everything, to not be able to trust the only person who made her feel welcome in the Luthor family.

"Let's get dinner," Lena suggests, instead. "I'll tell you all about her then. And you can tell me all about Mexico, about Greece, about India..."

Lex's answering grin is blinding, toothy and youthful. "Deal," he says, wrapping his arms securely around her. "I missed you."

Lena hugs back, ashamed to say she grips his shoulders a tad too tightly, briefly letting her eyes flutter shut. She lets his warmth, the familiar scent of his cologne, overtake her completely. When was the last time she hugged him? When was the last time she hugged anyone?

"I missed you, too," she whispers. It's the most truthful thing she's told him lately.

He lets go too soon, scratching at his jaw with a sheepish chuckle. "Sorry I barged in your office, by the way," he says. "I should probably get home. Get some sleep."

"Yes, you go do that," Lena says, smoothing her hands over the lapels over his suit jacket before pushing his chest back lightly. "You look awful."

"Thanks, sis. I can always count on you to make my day," Lex laughs, and as if he needs to show he doesn't mean it, he gives Lena's forehead a quick kiss. It's like he's back to his youthful CEO days, brushing kisses on the forehead of babies, award-winning grin shining. But that youth—that energy—is directed at Lena instead, and the thought weighs her down even after he's left.

Outside, she can hear the tell-tale sounds of her employees arriving. She goes to her door and watches Lex walk away, jovially throwing hellos and good mornings as he walks down the hallway. The early risers look about as awful as Lena feels, but the sight of Lex makes them brighten; he has that effect on people. Lena, on the other hand...

Well. It's lucky if her employees even make fearful eye contact when she does her rounds.

"Hey, boss," says a voice behind her. Jess is standing there, headset in place and tablet in hand, when Lena turns. "Ready to get started?" She doesn't mention Lex, and for that, Lena is grateful.

"Yes," Lena says, blinking back to reality. She takes one last look at Lex, exiting the premises, and notices (with a sinking heart) that he's stopped to talk to a just-arrived Kara. But she doesn't have time to fix that, so: "Let's go through my schedule."

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"Hey! You're Lena's girlfriend!"

Kara is already running late as it is, so she's trying to be discreet as she gets to her desk. But at the unfamiliar voice behind her, she freezes; so much for sneaking in before Jess notices. Lex Luthor comes striding over to her desk, beaming widely, and it takes Kara a moment to realize he's talking to her.

"You are her girlfriend, right?" Lex asks when Kara doesn't reply. "Oh, my bad, I mean fiancé."

Kara fruitlessly looks around for a way out. "Yes, hi," she relents when it's clear Lena or Jess can't save her now. "Mr. Luthor, it's a honor to formally meet you."

"None of that mister stuff, c'mon!" Lex exclaims. "It's Lex. We're going to be family, you know." He shakes Kara's hand with too much enthusiasm for someone in the office at 6:30 A.M., not bothered that Kara is much less enthusiastic.

"Right, of course," Kara laughs awkwardly.

Lex drops her hand with one final squeeze, smile morphing into something apologetic. "Sorry to just bombard you," he says. "But I didn't get a chance to properly meet you before. Say, Lena and I were going to get dinner tonight. Would you come? I'd love to get to know you better."

"I-I couldn't intrude..."

"You wouldn't be," Lex promises. "Just think about it. I swear I don't bite!"

"I'll, um, think about it," Kara agrees. "It is very kind of you to offer."

"There you go again, being so formal." Lex shakes his head. "We've got to change that."

Kara is hyperaware of the people around her desk watching them; to these people who have been working here since before Kara's time—these people who worked under Lex—Kara must be an entire new mystery. Mostly because Lex has just announced to the whole world that Kara is engaged to their boss.

"I'm sorry," Kara says. "Force of habit."

Lex smiles. "Habits can change," he says, like it's a promise. "I won't keep you. I know my sister probably overworks you as it is. Unless, of course, dating the boss gives you some extra perks..."

Kara frowns. "That would be illegal," she says.

Lex laughs, sticking his hands in his pockets and regarding Kara with a curious twinkle in his eye. "What a match made in heaven," he quips. "See you—Kara, right?" When Kara nods in confirmation, his smile only grows. "Kara. See you at dinner."

"Right. Bye...Lex," Kara says, smiling politely until he's gone. Then she breathes and starts to unpack before Jess can get on her ass about correctness and preparedness—the two words Kara's heard every day for the past year.

She gets a nagging feeling that she's being watched. A cursory glance at the cubicles behind her pretty much confirms the fact that, yes, the employees from earlier are still watching her. Pretty unabashedly, too. But then the click of heels sound and the onlookers bury themselves in work, heads ducking down in fear.

But it's not Lena. It's just Jess, wearing something higher than pumps for once. Kara could kiss her in relief.

"Ms. Luthor is preparing notes for her nine o'clock meeting," Jess says. "I will be answering calls up until then, so I need you to go down to IT and get someone to fix Ms. Luthor's computer."

"Got it," Kara says, grabbing the paperwork necessary to fill out a work order.

"And Kara?"

"Yes?"

"You forgot to put on your ring," Jess says, touching the bare spot on her own finger to demonstrate.

"Shoot," Kara swears, digging into her purse. She could've sworn she remembered to put it on, but at the very least she remembered to bring it. She slips it on her finger and looks up again, but Jess is already gone, heels clicking in her wake. Kara's thank you dies on her lips, and she picks up the paperwork again.

At least Jess has her back. Sort of.

When Kara actually does go down to the IT branch, she realizes that gossip spreads through this office faster than wildfire. People who usually tell her hello hide in their cubicles. Security guards who usually smile and joke with her stand rigid, chins lifted up when she passes. Even the guy from IT who usually flirts with her scurries away when she walks in. (The last one is sort of appreciated.)

Kara tries not to be hurt by it. But she is! She's a social person and she likes being around so many friendly people. And now they think she's a direct line to the boss and therefore someone to be avoided.

Then it hits her. If this is how she's treated just because she's engaged to Lena, how is Lena treated? Does no one tell her hello in the hallways? Does no one smile at her? Does no one treat her like she's a person? Not for the first time since she's gotten to know Lena more, Kara feels a pang of sympathy hit her chest.

(Lena Luthor is severely misjudged, and it's not fair).

Kara calls Alex just before her lunch starts. "I've become a social pariah, Alex," she says without preamble. Or as much as a hello.

"Aren't you at work?" Alex asks. Her voice is barely audible over children screaming, metal clanging, and electronic buzzes that indicate she's the unlucky teacher stuck with cafeteria duty. "I shouldn't even be on the phone."

"Alex." Kara pouts even if Alex can't see it. "Didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, Kara, you're a social pariah," Alex parrots back, but her words must finally sink in because a second later she says, "Wait. What?"

"Everyone at work found out I'm en—in a relationship. WIth Lena," Kara says, catching her slip-up before it turns out disastrous. "And no one trusts me anymore!"

"Yeah, because they think you're going to stab them in their backs," Alex says. If Kara was a betting woman, she would bet her life savings that Alex is rolling her eyes. "I know Lena's, like, the devil incarnate—"

"That is not true."

"Okay, I know she's not exactly...favored by her employees," Alex amends.

"What do you mean she's not favored by her employees?" Kara furrows her brow.

"Everyone hates her, Kara. I'm sorry to break it to you," Alex says. "Reporters haven't stepped in her office in over a year. She fires so many people that Maggie's up to her neck in weird revenge plots and death threats. Even her own mom has given statements saying that her daughter's going about business the wrong way."

Kara grips her phone hard. "Alex, did you have Winn hack her?" she whisper-shouts in the phone, eyes darting to Jess's desk. Thankfully, Jess remains unaware of Kara's meltdown.

"No! It was just a normal background check. I had Maggie get it."

"That's..." Kara trails off, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing. "Look. Lena's not like that. I know she isn't! There's no way."

"You've only been working for her about a year, Kara." Alex's voice is softer, empathetic. "I know you don't see it. But you need to take the romance goggles off. There has to be a reason why she's so hated. Maybe you should talk to her about it."

"I'm not going to tell her my paranoid sister is digging up her past," Kara argues. "You just don't understand her! You don't know what she's been through!"

"You're right," Alex says. "I don't." And then she levels Kara with her next words: "Do you?"

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Jess knocks—unnecessarily—on Lena's door. "Ms. Danvers is here to see you for your lunch, Ms. Luthor," she says once Lena calls her in. "I ordered you both salads from the place on 47th."

Lena sighs. "Thank you, Jess," she says, beginning to organize the papers strewn over her desk. "You can let her in. And you know you don't have to knock, right?"

"I've learned my lesson from the Veronica days," Jess says, dropping the bag of food on Lena's desk.

Lena rolls her eyes at the memory. "You won't let me live that down, will you?"

Jess's only answer is a smirk, and then she's gone and Kara is coming up in her place.

"Hey," Kara says, giving an awkward half-wave and tentative smile.

"Hey," Lena echoes. "I, um, got you lunch."

"You didn't have to do that," Kara automatically says. "I mean. Not that I don't appreciate it..."

Lena doesn't have time for the blundering, or the mess of apologies, and much the awkward small talk. "Let's sit on the couch," she suggests. "We have a lot we need to talk about."

Kara's smile drops. "Right," she says. "Of course." She goes to take a seat while Lena takes the food, hand going up to readjust her glasses nervously. "So, full disclosure. The office may know that we're engaged now?"

Lena's shin hits the edge of the coffee table. "Fuck," she swears, dropping the bag onto the table in her surprise. (She really needs to talk to Kara about springing on news like that). "What do you mean they know? How do they know?"

"I-I didn't mean to reveal anything! It's just, your brother came by my desk and—"

"Lex, of course," Lena mutters, sitting down on the couch with a heavy groan. "It's fine, Kara. He doesn't know it's supposed to be a secret." She grabs her phone and sends Jess a quick text, detailing a company-wide email she needs within the hour. One making sure no one breathes a word of this to the press or their families lest her employees suddenly find themselves without a job.

"I'm still sorry." Kara is quiet, twiddling her thumbs for a minute. "Are you sure you're okay with telling my family next week?"

"Yes, that's fine." Lena jabs the send button harder than necessary, gritting her teeth when she realizes the wifi is so shitty it's just ending up in her drafts. "I need IT to fix the internet. Make a note for a work order."

Kara starts to pat her pockets down for a pencil. "Can I—?" she starts, head tilting towards Lena's desk.

"Go ahead," Lena sighs, gesturing uselessly as Kara scrambles up to go find a pen. "What's mine is yours now, anyway." It comes out more bitter than intended, and maybe that's why Kara hesitates so much when she sits back down.

"So we should really discuss this whole marriage thing," Kara blurts out. "Before it gets too late."

That is exactly what they need to do. That's the only reason why Kara is sitting here, so close that their thighs are nearly touching, and yet Lena can't find it in herself to want to discuss this. It'll only end in a headache. And maybe even more paperwork.

But instead of pushing it aside, she says, "Right." She unpacks their lunch and hands Kara a salad and a fork, digging into her own meal to get some calories in before she tries to over think. "I'm thinking we can get a marriage license after the interview is over with. Do you want a formal wedding?"

"Not really?" Kara crinkles her nose. "Is that...something you'd want?"

"No," Lena says. "But if your family would find it suspicious if you didn't, we can have a small ceremony. The press would benefit either way."

"I guess it would be suspicious if we didn't have a real wedding." Kara intently studies her salad, pushing the lettuce around with her fork. "It doesn't have to be big."

"We can set that for soon afterwards, then. The quicker the better," Lena says. She refrains from adding like ripping off a band-aid, because somehow it seems that will add insult to injury. There's something indistinguishable in Kara's eyes, a mix of melancholy sadness and worry perhaps; at the very least, something Lena can't decipher. She's never been apt at reading emotions.

"Would I be able to keep my job once we're married?" Kara asks, suddenly. "Or would it be unethical?"

Of all the questions Lena anticipates, this isn't one of them. "I don't see why it would be," she replies unsurely. "I could reassign you if you'd prefer, but I don't think it would be an issue."

"Okay." Kara's body visibly relaxes, and she sags into the couch with a quiet sigh. "We would have to move in together, wouldn't we?"

"Yes, for all intents and purposes," Lena says. "My apartment is pretty big. But if you want, we can stay at yours instead."

Kara shakes her head. "I, um," she says. "I live with a roommate. It's her apartment, and her lease, so..."

"My place it is," Lena says wryly. "I have an extra bedroom. You can move in whenever, it doesn't matter. I imagine you'll want to let your roommate find a new roommate first."

Kara nods. They sit in uncomfortable silence, Lena stabbing her kale and Kara tapping the edge of her bowl. Eventually Kara breaks the silence to ask,

"What about my Dad's birthday?"

"It's next weekend, isn't it?" Lena says. "What about it?"

"We're going to have to pretend that we're...you know..." Kara trails off, going bright red.

"In love?" Lena finishes. She quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That's the least of my worries. I'll need to pack and arrange us a plane—"

"Oh no, I actually thought we'd go driving. We're all making a road trip of it," Kara says. "I-if that's okay with you, of course."

"A road trip. Lovely," Lena says, refraining from making a face. She hates flying, but she hates long drives even more. "Should I arrange for a hotel, at least?"

Kara assures her she has no need to, explaining something about a beach house that should have enough rooms to fit them all. She even shows Lena pictures of the house. And of the other people going on the trip with them: her mother, her sister, her sister's wife, their daughter, and three of her closest friends.

"And my dad," Kara adds. "He's not really my dad. But he lives next door to Eliza—that's my mom—and he's been there for me ever since I moved in with the Danvers so he's sort of like my dad. And he's obviously going because it's his party—"

"Got it," Lena says, cutting her off before Kara somehow manages to run out of air. "Should I bring a present?"

"Oh, I got him something," Kara says, waving the idea off. "I'll just put your name on it."

"Okay," Lena says, making a mental note to run background checks on everyone Kara's showed her. "Then I guess we're doing this."

"I guess we are," Kara agrees, and when Lena looks at her, she's smiling.

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(Lena cancels the dinner plans. Kara doesn't know if she's relieved or offended.)

Lucy is sleeping on the couch when Kara gets home, face smushed against the cushions, snoring quietly even though she swears she doesn't snore. She's just worked a ten hour shift, so Kara resolves not to tell her about the news yet about moving out. What she does do is throw a blanket over Lucy and turn off the TV that's likely been acting as background noise. (Lucy hates silence.)

Kara goes to the kitchen to fix herself dinner. Well, sort of dinner. It's just pancakes and scrambled eggs—which isn't really a dinner food—but it's easy and it's not takeout so it's already a far step ahead of what she usually has.

"Kara?" Lucy calls, voice thick with sleep. It seems Kara accidentally woke her. "You're home late again."

"Yeah, I had to finish something at work," Kara says. "Do you want eggs?"

Lucy doesn't answer. When Kara pokes her head out of the kitchen, she sees it's because Lucy has rolled off the couch and is currently groaning into the carpet.

"Eggs, yes or no?" Kara repeats. "Have you eaten?"

"No eggs," Lucy says, nearly falling over again as she stands up, shakily brushing off her pants. She's still in her uniform, hair still pinned up, and she uncomfortably pulls at her bun. "I ordered pizza. There's some in the fridge, if you want."

They end up sitting at their kitchen table that's really a low coffee table, eating cold pizza and sharing Kara's pancakes. Kara eats her eggs with ketchup and Lucy fake gags; then Lucy sandwiches her pizza in a rolled-over pancake sticky with syrup and Kara returns the favor. And they talk about their jobs, about Lucy's dating life (or lack thereof), and even the weather before Lucy breaks and says,

"So what's this Alex is telling me about you dating Lena Luthor?"

Kara's pizza stops halfway to her mouth. "Oh my God, Lucy, I totally forgot to tell you, too."

"You sure did forget," Lucy snorts. "Six months? Really? How did you manage to hide that?" She narrows her eyes, a thought dawning. "I swear, Kara, if you snuck her in here while I was sleeping to have sex on my couch—"

"I never snuck her in here!" Kara cries, cheeks burning hot. "And I wouldn't—that's unsanitary!"

"Oh, I get it," Lucy scoffs. "Too ashamed to show off your apartment to your fancy, rich girlfriend?"

"No, that's not it either," Kara says, frustrated enough that she sets down her pizza altogether. "We didn't mean for it to be serious. And I didn't want to bring her by to meet you if it ended badly, so it was just—easier to keep it in the office."

Lucy raises her eyebrows. "So that's why you're always so late home," she gasps. "Holy shit, you're banging the boss after hours. And you're getting paid to do it. Is this what your communications major taught you? Because oh man, I need to get on your level."

Kara feels like she's about to have a stroke. "There is no banging!" she exclaims.

"Well, then I guess that explains why she's so uptight," Lucy says. "Alex complained for, like, an hour about why your new girlfriend's sort of a bitch."

"She's not a bitch," Kara argues. "That's mean."

"That's why I said sort of a bitch."

Kara shakes her head. "Lena's a good person," she says. "I know it. Even though she comes across as a little cold, she's just—trying her best. I think she'll surprise you."

"That's right, I get to meet her," Lucy says, a smirk making its way on her lips. "She's getting a shovel talk."

"Lucy."

"I'm messing with you. It's a joke," Lucy teases, kicking Kara's leg. "I would, but Alex will probably have you covered."

"No one's giving Lena a shovel talk," Kara says. "I want her to have fun. And to not stress for once."

"Oh, I see," Lucy says with a mischievous quirk of her lips. "This is your little getaway, isn't it? How sexy."

Kara's jaw drops. "You are so—" she stops when Lucy starts to laugh, rolling her eyes when the laughter doesn't let up for a full minute. "You're delirious and you need sleep. Come on, go to bed. And take off your uniform!"

"Okay, Mom," Lucy says, but the quip morphs into a sheepish yawn. "Want to help me with my hair?"

"No," Kara says, but she sits obediently on the edge of the couch and works out the bobby pins as Lucy gathers the freed hair to the side. "I don't know how you'll ever live by yourself."

"So long as you and your boss don't elope anytime soon, I won't have to," Lucy jokes.

Kara's fingers still. "Right," she says belatedly, yanking a pin out harder than intended. She's glad Lucy can't see her in this position, because suddenly she feels a sinking guilt, drawing her mouth into a worried line that Lucy remains unaware of.

"Hey, watch your hands, I have thin hair," Lucy says, smacking at Kara's fingers. "Was it because I made an eloping joke? Too soon?"

"It's been a year," Kara says, shaking her head even though Lucy can't see it. "I'm over it."

"You don't have to be over it," Lucy says. She turns around, and Kara can see that the laughter is gone; Lucy looks regretful, eyes softened and smile gone. "Are you happy? With Lena?"

"Yes," Kara promises, but her heart picks up at the lie. "I wouldn't bring her to meet you if I wasn't sure."

"Okay." Lucy seems to sense there's something Kara isn't telling her, but she doesn't press. She tucks a strand of hair behind Kara's ear and says, "That's all I care about. Need help washing dishes?"

"I've got it. You got to bed," Kara says, pushing Lucy's shoulder lightly; she hopes it conveys her thanks in a way she'd get too choked up over if she tried to say it aloud. The guilt is beginning to overwhelm her now, cold and heavy in the pit of her stomach, but her words seem to satisfy Lucy.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Lucy says with a small, understanding smile. She disappears down the hallway after good-naturedly shoving Kara's shoulder in return, feet padding over the carpet in slow, sleepy movements.

Kara leans back into the couch and exhales deeply. This is going to be harder than she thought.

Chapter Text

Lena regrets this the instant her eyes fall on Kara's car.

The sun is just rising, casting the rest of the apartment parking lot in shadow, but Kara's car—her dusty, old car—remains ominously illuminated. Lena tries not to grimace outwardly over it, trying her best to smile as she sets her luggage up into the trunk.

"Let me get the cooler so we can get on the road," Kara says. "Oh! And you're welcome to take one of my sweaters thrown in the backseat, I know it's a little chilly."

Lena gingerly picks one up as Kara leaves, still a bit untrusting of the state of Kara's car. The inside doesn't seem as bad as the outside, as least; it's moderately clean, and smells vaguely like the pine air freshener hanging from the mirror.

But she doesn't complain, because Kara is being kind enough to entertain her foolish plan already. The least Lena can do is give up her first class flying, and take a few days off work.

That is not to say that she's not worrying, though. She's already sent Jess at least three emails covering her duties for the day, and Jess hasn't replied to a single one. Lena is seriously considering texting her as well, and she would have done it already except Kara's coming back and she's looking at Lena oddly—worriedly, even—and Lena feels like she's being judged.

"Is everything okay?" Kara asks as she rolls a giant cooler over to the parking lot. She is as cautiously polite as always, though she doesn't hide the way her gaze flickers to the phone Lena keeps sneaking glances at.

Lena tucks her cell phone back into her purse, all too aware of how rude she seems. "Yes, absolutely," she says, and quickly changes the subject. "Do you, um, need some help?"

"Oh no, I've got it!" Kara assures her. "I'll set this in the back so we can actually go. Do you want something before we get going? Water? Some cookies?"

"I'm fine," Lena says. "Thank you, though."

Kara nods, already busying herself with packing everything left into the backseat. "I'll drive," she offers. "So shotgun's all yours—Lucy left with James already, so it'll just be the two of us."

That is yet another reason Kara has to be judging Lena; she was late to show up, and now Kara's roommate left without them. And that's not even mentioning everything else Lena's done, like pack twice as much as Kara has—and revealed that she hates long drives much too late. Anyone else would have been annoyed, but Kara doesn't seem upset about it.

Logically, Lena knows it's because she's a Luthor. Everyone around her is used to putting up with the small, trivial affairs of her life. Kara most of all, considering she's been working with Jess for almost a year now. Though, she does have to admit, it's odd to see Kara do it with a smile on her face.

"We can stop for breakfast somewhere," Kara says as she gets into the driver's seat, awfully chipper considering how awkward the situation is. "Do you mind if I play music?"

Kara is a very focused driver, as it turns out. Just not in a particularly safe way. She keeps a top 40 station low on the radio, singing under her breath, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel when a good song comes on; she slams her foot down on the brake when they get too close to yellow lights; she never fails to turn on her turning signal; she speeds up to pass but never ten above the speed limit. It's an odd mix of proper and improper driving habits, and Lena spends a while quietly watching all of this.

It's much easier to appraise someone through action sometimes, and everything Kara Danvers does is a mystery. Lena forces herself to tuck her phone away, and focus on learning everything she can about Kara before she has to meet Kara's family.

"Do you sing often?" is the only question Lena actually manages to get out.

Kara is visibly surprised by the break in silence, curiously glancing over at Lena before remembering to keep her eyes on the road. "I guess so? I was, um," she coughs. "I was in an acapella group in college."

"You're kidding. Acapella?"

"Everyone was doing it," Kara defends herself. "And we weren't that bad."

"Acapella," Lena repeats. A laugh escapes before she can help herself; this situation is ridiculous and somehow it's the knowledge that Kara Danvers sang acapella that gets her. "God, that fits you perfectly."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not," Kara says. There's a hint of a smile to her voice when she returns the question, next. "So do you sing?"

"Not if I can help it," Lena says. "I have a terrible voice."

"So I can't tell my parents we bonded over late-night karaoke?"

"You certainly can't."

Kara laughs. "No singing, got it," she says. "What should I tell my parents? They're going to want to know our epic love story."

"I wasn't aware it was an epic love story," Lena says, faintly intrigued by the way Kara's cheeks color pink.

"Well, obviously," Kara says, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I'm marrying you, aren't I? That's a pretty big deal."

It's a sobering thought, that, and it makes Lena sigh. "I'm not good at making up things," she admits. "To be completely honest, I'm not so sure I can pull this off."

"Hey, sure you can. If anyone is the subpar actress here, it's me! In front of your lawyer you were really good. I mean, I would've bought it."

"Fooling Snapper Carr isn't hard," Lena says. "Lawyers generally are easy to trick."

"I'm...going to pretend I didn't hear that," says Kara slowly.

Lena makes a note to not bring up the questionable ethics in this entire plan, since it's clear Kara seems uncomfortable with the thought. Instead, she says,

"How far did you say this house is?"

"I thought it was a few hours away, but it may take a bit longer than expected," Kara says apologetically. "But we'll get there before dark, I'm sure. Ooh, there's food at the next exit. Do you want breakfast?"

Lena says yes. She's not entirely sure why, since she's not even hungry.

Kara picks the first place they come across, a small diner with a sign proclaiming they have the best milkshakes in the world. In reality, the entire establishment looks questionable, old and weathered like it's been standing for a few years too many, but Kara lights up at the sight of it anyway.

Inside, it's as shabby as it is outside; the tables are chipped, the space empty, and it's so quiet that they can hear every drum of the waitress's nails on the counter.

Kara picks a table by the windows, sunlight streaking through her hair when Lena sits down across from her. The waitress, who seems to be the only person there besides the cook and an elderly couple in the corner, comes by and brings two menus.

Lena doesn't look at it. Kara immediately opens hers.

"What can I get you guys to drink?" the waitress asks, long nails clicking tiredly against the notepad in her hand. Her eyes look as sleepy as she sounds, unblinking even as Kara gives her a sunny grin in greeting.

Lena eyes some of the dirty glasses lining the kitchen counter and almost doesn't order anything at all, but when Kara looks at her expectantly she begrudgingly says, "I'll just have some water."

"Water? Really?" Kara crinkles her nose disbelievingly, pointedly sliding her open menu onto Lena's side of the table. "Lena, they have milkshakes."

"It's seven in the morning, Kara," Lena says, gently pushing it back. "And milkshakes aren't really my thing."

"Milkshakes are everyone's thing," Kara insists, and she turns to the waitress. "I'll have a chocolate milkshake, please."

"You got it," the waitress says. "You want chocolate chips in it?"

Kara's eyes widen. "That's a thing?"

Lena adds that to the slowly-growing list of odd things Kara Danvers does: get too excited about sweets. And food, in general, because after the waitress leaves Kara pores over the menu at least three times.

"So if milkshakes aren't your thing," Kara says as she flips through the pages, "what is?"

Lena toys with the edge of her own menu and wonders what is her thing. "I like green juice," she says, finally. It's the first thing that comes to mind, and to be perfectly honest, she's never really shared stuff like this with anyone.

"Why would your juice be green?"

"For the same reason your milkshake would have chocolate chips, I'd wager," Lena says. "I'm a select health aficionado."

"I'm more of a...not that," Kara says, crinkling her nose. "No offense."

"None taken," Lena says, and it's amusing how quickly they fall back into silence.

It isn't exactly an awkward moment of time, but it sure is close. Kara drops her eyes back to the menu, and Lena mirrors the action but really looks at Kara from the corner of her eye. There is nothing that gives away her reluctance, exactly, but it's quite obvious that Kara doesn't seem very at ease with the situation. She sits up a tad too stiff, and ignores her buzzing cell phone as if trying not to seem rude.

(It makes Lena uncomfortable, suddenly).

"You know, you don't have to—" Lena starts, then stops, not sure where she's even taking this as Kara's head snaps up. "I'm not just your boss anymore." At the confused look Kara dons, she clarifies, "You don't have to act like I'm your boss right now. Treat me like you would, say, your roommate."

Kara accepts that with a polite nod of her head. "Of course," she says. "But I really wouldn't want to marry Lucy. She's got too much baggage."

Now baggage, that's something Lena knows all about. But she smiles anyway. "Thank you," she says. "We are supposed to know each other very well by now. Unless I get you a printed handout of everything about me, I'd say we need all the time we can get."

"Oh, I have one of those," Kara says flippantly, but she freezes as soon as the words leave her mouth. "Not for—for anything weird. It was Jess's idea! She gave it to me, and I've been trying to memorize it, you know, because—I feel like I should? I already knew most of it anyway."

"You do?" Lena blinks in surprise; Jess hadn't mentioned that at all.

"I have been working for you for a while," Kara reminds her, though it's said sheepishly, with a graceless nudge of her glasses. "It's really very basic things. Your allergies, your family tree, your tattoo—"

"My tattoo?"

"...am I not supposed to know about that? I was the one who scheduled the tattoo removal last month that you didn't go to…" Kara trails off, face flushing a bright red that can rival Lena's. "I can never bring that up again if you want."

Lena clears her throat, immediately embarrassed. "No, that's—fine," she says. "Jess must have really dedicated herself to this. I guess that leaves me as the one who needs to learn more about you, then."

Kara shrugs, quite obviously just as embarrassed as Lena is. "I'm an open book," she says. "I don't think you have too much to worry about."

"But I know nothing about you," Lena points out. She feels bad about it, even; has she really been this detached from the lives of her employees? She knows she's never been the most personal person, definitely not the most emotional, but she's drawing a blank even on Kara's file as she looks into Kara's eyes.

"Lucky for you we have plenty of time," Kara says cheerfully, and she holds out her menu again. "Do you want to split some pancakes?"

Cheerfulness that remains unmatched: just another thing added to Lena's checklist of odd things about Kara Danvers. She seems so unwaveringly naïve sometimes, so purely innocent, and Lena doesn't know what to do about it. Jess, at least, was obviously right about her; if Lena can confidently say one thing about Kara, it's that she's devoted to playing her part.

So Lena plays her part too: "Sure," she says, "let's share pancakes."

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Kara doesn't know if this is going well, to be perfectly honest.

Lena appears out of her element here, wearing Kara's sweatshirt and frowning at the scenery as she gazes out of the window. But she also seems quieter, more unsure than Kara has ever witnessed her act with others. It must come with the fact that she has to leave her guard down for once, and it's actually kind of sad to think about.

And that's not even mentioning how Kara feels, because the awkwardness of going from never speaking to her boss unless necessary to having to prompt Lena into sharing bits about her life is definitely trippy. She has to bite her lip at least twice a minute to keep from blurting out something dumb out of sheer nervousness, and debates cranking up the music higher to fill the empty silence.

"What's your family like?" asks Lena, suddenly. "You know what my family is like"—here, it sounds like there's an unsaid unfortunately—"but I don't think I know anything about yours. Besides the fact that they hate me, of course."

The last part is said with a slight smirk, and Kara almost crashes the car for the sheer amount of time she steals panicked glances Lena's direction. It's a joke, but it still makes Kara feel immensely guilty.

"Um, well, we're all very close," Kara says anyway, trying to laugh along. "Family's never been about blood, you know? So friendship, and love, and all that—er, cheesy stuff. We're big on that."

"My family has always put an emphasis on blood, I suppose," Lena says slowly. "My mother does love reminding me I'm not a Luthor by blood, not that anyone else lets me escape it."

"Do you want to escape it?" Kara asks before she realizes what she's done, but for her credit, Lena doesn't seem too swayed by the prying.

"Not necessarily," she says. "But I think everyone wants what they can't have, right? Even for a little bit, just to see what it's like."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"Kara," Lena interrupts, and she sounds faintly amused, now. "Don't apologize. I think you of all people should get to ask whatever you want."

"It's kind of rude, though," Kara protests weakly, and the corners of Lena's mouth tug upwards into an almost-smile.

"We do have to know each other pretty well if we want to pull this off," Lena reminds her. "Would you mind if I asked you some questions of my own?"

It's so terribly formal that Kara feels a little better; she even smiles to herself. "No, go ahead," she says.

A moment of quiet passes before Lena asks, "Well—what's your favorite color?"

Kara doesn't remember the last time she was asked such a simple question. Since she was a kid, even. "You know, I'm not sure," she says. "Yellow, maybe. But I like lots of colors! What's yours?"

"Blue," Lena says, and doesn't elaborate. "What about your favorite band? Do you have one?"

"Does a boy band count? Because NYSNC is pretty good. I had a big crush on Justin Timberlake when I was younger. Oh, and on Britney Spears."

"...I was devastated when they broke up."

"Right?! Oh my gosh, Alex had to console me for hours—I was pretty much convinced that love was dead," Kara laughs, and she hears Lena laugh too, even if she tries to hide it behind her hand. "Really, you can ask her. I wouldn't let her play any of their music for two days straight because I felt so betrayed."

For a while they just talk, sharing the most random bits of information they can. Kara learns Lena likes to cook, and that she reads a lot, and is compulsive shopper like the best of them. Lena learns about Kara's embarrassing habit of stress baking, and her inability to cook well, and the fact that she got the scar on her face from trying to fly off the roof of the house as a kid.

"That was all Alex's fault, for the record," Kara is sure to declare, and Lena laughs again.

She really becomes someone else when she laughs, corners of her eyes crinkling and a dimple flashing on her cheek, so beautifully free before she stops herself. Kara has to make an effort to look away each time, feeling oddly warm in the pit of her stomach.

"Lex never was that type of sibling," Lena says. "He never wanted to see me get in trouble. I was this scared ten-year-old girl who didn't know how to act around a new family, and he always tried to make me feel at home. Of course he was a regular pain in the ass, sometimes, but he always did make me feel safe."

"He seems nice," Kara says, which isn't untrue. "And he really wanted to welcome me, too, so...I can see he cares."

The mention of Kara's encounter with Lex just makes Lena sigh. "Oh, God, I forgot about that," she says. "I'm sorry he even bothered you. He and I...we're not kids anymore, let's just say that."

"It's okay," Kara says. "I don't mind, really. And like I said, he seems nice."

"He is," Lena says, softly, as if more to herself than Kara.

The sun is high in the sky by now, and Kara thinks about lunch before she can stop herself. She tries not to let herself get too distracted though, and just focuses on driving. She hears her phone go off again, and she tells herself she hasn't been avoiding Alex's calls, but also it's clear that Lena keeps looking at her curiously every time it happens.

"Um," Kara ventures to say, "do you think you could answer that for me? And put it on speaker? It's probably Alex."

"Oh, sure," Lena says, picking up Kara's cell phone. She angles it towards Kara's face, and Kara gives her a grateful smile.

"Hey, Alex," she calls. "What's up?"

"You haven't caught up, that's what's up," Alex's voice crackles through, shaky and barely audible. "We all met up by the forty-five, where were you?"

"We got a late start, that's all," Kara says. "We're making good time though! We'll probably get there before dark."

"I should've gone with you. Winn's driving me crazy, all he'll play is Michael Bublé," Alex complains. "He seems to think it's good for Jamie to listen to. I think he's gotten mixed up with Beethoven for some reason."

Kara laughs. "And she loves it?" she guesses.

"I made Winn put down the music or else you'd hear her trying to sing along," Alex says. "Maggie is somehow sleeping through the entire thing."

"Is Jamie there? Can I say hi?"

"She is, she's been trying to get out of her car seat to talk to you," Alex says. "Jamie, I'm going to let you talk to Aunt Kara, okay? But you can't grab the phone because your hands are dirty."

Vaguely, Kara can hear Jamie's protests, but the idea of talking on the phone must win out because eventually she hears a bright, "Kar-a!"

"Aunt Kara," Alex corrects, but Jamie doesn't listen.

"Kara, Kara, Kara," Jamie babbles. "We got candy!"

"Oh my gosh, really?" Kara says. "What kind?"

Jamie pauses. "Candy!" she repeats, and Alex comes back with an annoyed,

"Winn conveniently forgot to hide his stash of Reese's cups, that fu—that idiot."

"Ityot," Jamie repeats, and Kara laughs at the sound of Alex groaning again.

"I'd better let you sort that out," Kara offers.

"Save me," Alex says grimly, and she bids Kara goodbye as Jamie starts yelling at Winn for music again.

Kara is still smiling for a good while afterwards, warmed at the thought of seeing everyone again soon, that she almost forgets about the inevitable stressful nature of this weekend's trip.

"Kara?"

At the hesitant question, Kara is brought back to reality. "Yeah?"

"I...I want to thank you, for what you're doing," Lena says. Kara doesn't risk glancing her way, for fear that she'll get too distracted again, but she hears the tone of Lena's voice and can imagine her reluctance as she speaks. "It means so much more than you know. And I know you think anyone would have done the same, but I know no one else would have."

"I'm sure that's not true," Kara tries, but Lena doesn't let her continue.

"And I know I sprung it on you without warning," Lena says. "So if you want an out—well. I'm just trying to say I won't hold it against you."

"Come on," Kara says awkwardly, wishing she could fidget with her glasses, "what's one marriage between...um," she wants to say friends but doesn't, and instead stammers out, "a boss and her assistant."

Lena just ducks her head and looks away, and doesn't say anything else; Kara doesn't blame her for it. She should've stuck to focusing on this weekend, not bringing up marriage. She should've just said something like you're welcome, too, instead of rambling on.

She blames it on the lack of food. "Hey," she says, quickly, "can you reach in the back for a bag of chips? I'm kind of hungry."

Lena wordlessly grabs the Doritos, and it sort of feels like a proper road trip after that, stealing bites of chips in between merging lanes while some pop/electronic song plays on the radio. Kara has to admit she misses Lucy there, singing along and stealing all of Kara's gummy bears, but Lena isn't bad company either; she even indulges Kara and tries a Cool Ranch Dorito, something she's never tried before. She deems it the most disgusting thing she's ever tasted, and takes a bag of pretzels instead, but still. She's trying, Kara can tell, and some of the tension from earlier disappears.

"I have other stuff in the back too," Kara offers. "Like candy. Or some other chip flavors."

"I don't eat junk food that much," Lena says, half-hugging the pretzel bag; Kara hears it crinkle. "I'd rather stick with these."

"Are you sure? You can try Nacho Cheese Doritos, too."

"That sounds even worse," Lena says, and Kara laughs.

(She feels like they can be friends through this, honestly and truly, and the thought cheers her up.)

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Lena doesn't remember falling asleep, but she must have at one point; she wakes up startled and disoriented, a hat falling off her head as she jerks awake.

She runs her fingers through her messy hair and gathers her bearings, casting a curious glance first at Kara—who has probably been driving nonstop, oh God—and then outside, where in the dim light of the sinking sun she realizes they're already by the coast, the ocean peeking out beyond desert hills.

"Hey," Kara says, offering a small smile when Lena looks at her. "Sorry I didn't wake you up, but I figured you'd need the rest."

"Have you been driving this entire time?" Lena asks, equal parts horrified as she is embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I meant to help you out."

"No, it's fine! Besides, I thought you couldn't drive?"

"...I can drive," Lena says, confused.

"Oh, well, it's just—that packet Jess gave me said you can't," Kara says. "She put that under the category of things not to let you do. Number three was go real estate shopping, which I'm kinda curious about."

Lena feels her cheeks grow hot. "It's complicated," she says vaguely, and quickly changes the subject. "Are we almost there?"

"Yup! Just about ten minutes out," Kara says. "You'll love the house, it's one we rent pretty regularly."

Lena had forgotten that they don't have a hotel; she resists the urge to groan. "Please tell me it has wifi," she says, casting a forlorn glance at her phone alit with numerous emails and notifications.

"It does, but—you're not supposed to be working! It's, it's like we're on vacation," Kara cries, sounding as if Lena's just suggested they drive into the ocean or something as equally absurd.

Lena gives her an incredulous look. "I'm not paying you vacation leave," she says automatically, defensively, and regrets it the instant she says it; it sounds prickly, annoyed, and it clearly makes Kara deflate.

"That's not…" Kara trails off, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. "Sorry."

Lena swallows thickly, and looks down at her hands with a quiet sigh. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so rude," she says. "I'm still a bit groggy, I guess." Kara nods, accepting the answer, but Lena pushes forward. "And a little nervous, to be honest."

"Don't be," Kara says. "They'll love you! Well, they kind of don't love you now, but they'll change their minds once they meet you, I'm sure. And you don't have to worry about trying to impress them or anything...you don't even have to spend too much time with them, if you don't want to!"

Kara's rambling is sort of endearing, Lena has to admit; it makes her feel the tiniest bit better. "I want to play the part right," she counters, politely refusing the suggestion. She doesn't want to be the reason Kara isolates herself from her family for this trip, after all. So: "Count me in for anything you have planned with your family."

"They really are very nice," Kara promises, shoulders relaxing slightly at Lena's words. But there is an underlying tension in the way she clenches her jaw, in the way she grips the steering wheel too tightly as they pull up into what must be the driveway of the house.

For a beach house, it doesn't have the usual grandeur Lena is used to; it seems more homey, bordering on simple. It is painted a garish yellow, all two stories of it, and varying sized pieces of brown cobblestone lead up to what looks like a ripped screen door.

"Last chance to stop while you're ahead?" Lena tries to joke, and Kara gives her a huff of laughter in return.

"Well, we're already this far," she says wryly.

The instant they're parked, Kara goes to get the luggage. Lena follows, but she has to admit she lingers by the passenger door; she feels overwhelmed, suddenly, at the smell of salty air and at the sound of crashing waves in the distance. She can't remember the last time she came to the beach. She can't remember the last time she even took some time off work.

She definitely can't remember the last time she spent time with anyone besides Jess, or any of the stuffy members of the board. She's certainly never done anything as rash as take a road trip hours away from the company.

But this is a small sacrifice to pay, she thinks, even as she and Kara make their way up the cobblestone path.

Kara shoulders her way inside. It's dimly lit, only the kitchen light on, and Lena is surprised to see no one else there.

The small kitchen is empty, save for a box of children's juices on the counter that have been torn into. The living room is just as small, packed with three couches against the wall, a winding staircase leading up to a second floor just beyond it. There really isn't much to look at, but Lena takes it all in anyway.

"I usually take the room upstairs," Kara says, gesturing with one hand. "Unless Alex decided to steal it, I think that's where we'll be. Do you want to take your stuff up there? I still need to go get the cooler."

"Sure," Lena says, gripping her suitcase handle firmly, because she hadn't thought about this before but of course—she'll have to share a room with Kara. It would be strange not to.

The stairs lead to one sole bedroom, the only room of the second floor that isn't really a second floor so much as it is a weird half-floor. It is a spacious room, with a queen sized bed and an attached bathroom, but the most attractive quality would have to be its view; a sliding door that Lena gingerly slides open leads to a wide balcony overlooking the beach, so high that she could touch the roof if she reached sideways.

From here, she can see joggers making their way down the sand and kites flying low from the next house over. It feels like she's been transported to a dreamy, isolated world where there are few people and fewer problems.

This is where Kara finds her minutes later, and she doesn't say a word as she, too, comes out onto the balcony. At least, not at first. She and Lena stand side-by-side, watching the waves roar and the kites soar and they let that be the only world they know for a moment.

The spell is broken when Kara speaks. "Everyone is mostly asleep," she says, "so we can worry about introductions tomorrow."

(That's a relief, but Lena doesn't say so. She figures that might be a tad too rude.)

"You should get some sleep, too," Lena says instead. "You were driving for too long."

"That can wait," Kara scoffs. "I'm starving. Want to go raid the kitchen? They probably have something you'd like."

Lena shrugs, tugging at the edge of Kara's sweatshirt that she still hasn't taken off. "Okay," she says. "As long as it's not chips."

That makes Kara smile sheepishly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Maggie's a vegan," she says as they make their way back inside, and then down the stairs. "So she'll probably have...vegetables."

"You're really selling it," Lena says with a smile of her own, and as they reach the bottom she realizes they're not alone.

Someone else is sitting at the kitchen counter, poking at a juice box with one hand and pouring cereal with the other, a woman Kara gleefully addresses as Maggie!

"Hey, Danvers," Maggie says, an obvious heaviness in her voice that shows how exhausted she is, but she grins just as widely as anyone might expect as Kara rushes to hug her. "Quiet, you'll wake up Jamie. It took her ages to pass out."

"We just got here," Kara whispers excitedly. "Where's J'onn? Is he here yet?"

"Eliza brought him, he's in the room across of ours," Maggie says. "He and Eliza are sharing because Lucy stole his room."

"What? Oh my gosh," Kara groans. "It's his birthday!"

"Well, you did kind of replace her as your roommate," Maggie says, and she looks past Kara to Lena with a curious quirk of her lips. "Hey. Luthor, right? I'm Maggie."

Lena nods in her direction. "Hi," she says lamely, not sure what else to say.

"Golly, I meant to introduce you! Ugh, I wanted to do this properly, and now—"

"You can re-do it tomorrow," Maggie cuts Kara off before she can fully ramble. She takes her bowl of cereal in both hands and says, "I'm going to eat outside. Turn off the lights when you're done?"

As far as first introductions go, it's not as bad as expected. Lena eats a bowl of sugary cereal with Kara in relatively peaceful silence, and tries not to let herself worry too much. She thinks about Jess, about the company, about her family and tries to banish any and all thinking related to that; right now, she needs to focus on Kara.

(Kara, who looks like she's about to fall asleep into her bowl, but whatever—she digresses.)

They make their way upstairs once again to the final issue of the night: the bed.

The one solitary bed.

Kara immediately starts setting up a pile of blankets on the stone floor, and Lena frowns.

"This is your room," she protests. "I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"You're my guest," Kara negates. "Besides, I don't mind." She even locks the bedroom door, and at Lena's questioning look, clarifies, "Lucy's nosey. She'll definitely try to ambush us in the morning."

That does nothing to quell Lena's worries about Kara's family, but she does surrender to Kara's wishes and takes the bed, settling back onto the scratchy sheets once she's changed into pajamas.

Kara is fast asleep by then, breathing deeply and evenly, and Lena listens to her and gazes up at the ceiling and hopes—not for the first time—that she's not in too deep over her head.

Chapter Text

For one blissful moment Kara thinks she's woken up by chance.

The room is still dark, and quiet enough that even the faint crashes of waves are barely audible. She feels wonderfully relaxed, warm and content with the knowledge that she’s almost-but-not-really on vacation and doesn’t have to go to work today.

Then the second pillow comes flying, and it hits her square in the nose. "Lucy, what the hell," she mumbles, batting it off and trying to burrow back under the blankets. Unfortunately, her cheek comes into contact with the flat, freezing floor, and it’s just then that she remembers she's not actually in bed.

And, now that she gathers her bearings, she hears a hushed voice whispering. “Kara,” it says. “Kara, wake up.”

Her memory comes flooding back to her at the all-too-familiar sound of Lena Luthor's voice. Instead of the hard edge Kara is used to hearing from her boss when it comes to demands, this tone of voice is lower, panicked, and for a second Kara wonders if she’s imagining it.

But a hard rap against the door finally connects the dots: that has to be Lucy.

Kara scrambles to her feet, nearly tripping over the blankets in her haste. “Just a minute!” she yells as she attempts to get the room in order. She picks up the pillows Lena had thrown and tosses them back—barely managing not to hit Lena in the face—before she heaps the blankets she'd taken onto the foot of the bed.

In between the frenzy, she tries to give Lena an apologetic glance. She means to, really, but when she looks at Lena she finds herself freezing.

The way Lena looks now in the hazy light of the morning is absolutely something else. The extent of casual Lena Luthor attire that Kara has witnessed is rumpled dress shirts, stray hairs falling out of an otherwise immaculate ponytail, and slacks instead of a skirt. But truly casual Lena Luthor is hair so messy it's escaped its braid, sweatshirt slipping off her shoulder to reveal bare skin, and a bleary look in her eye that she rubs away with a tired yawn.

Lena catches her looking quickly enough, and tugs the edge of Kara's sweatshirt up to cover the shoulder it’s exposed. "Sorry," she says nervously. "I threw a pillow at your head, didn't I?"

"No, that's," Kara tries, "I mean, I didn't mind."

Another knock at the door sounds, and it gives Kara the perfect opportunity to whirl away from the confused expression that Lena gives her at that.

The only way to get Lucy to go away is actually making her, so Kara slips out of the room, taking great care to only allow herself the space she needs to squeeze through and shut the door behind her. She also gets a knock of Lucy’s knuckles against her forehead for her trouble.

"Oh, hey," Lucy says nonchalantly, lowering her fist as if she hasn't been pounding the door down. "How do you feel about fish?"

Kara blinks back at her. “Fish?” is all she gets out. One would think, with the urgency of Lucy’s insistent knocking, that the situation at hand would be more dire.

“Alex and I are heading to the store and we need a third opinion on fish,” Lucy says. “Maggie already said she refuses to eat any.”

“Fish is...fine,” Kara says, still slightly taken aback. “You know, you could have texted me. You woke Lena up.”

Understanding dawns on Lucy’s face. “Ohh,” she says. “My bad.” She clicks her tongue semi-awkwardly and gestures over her shoulder, vaguely saying, “You know, Alex is waiting for me anyway. I’ll be sure to text you a head’s-up next time.”

“Wait—Lucy, it’s not like that—”

“No, no, it’s really my bad!” Lucy assures her. “We’ll be back in fifteen. You two need anything?”

Kara decides to let it slip, because it’s far too early to entertain Lucy’s antics. “No. Yes. Um,” she wracks her brain to remember what Lena likes, and only manages to get out, “Green juice?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Lucy gives a sympathetic pat to Kara’s cheek for good measure.

The instant she’s gone, Kara slips back into the bedroom. Lena’s barricaded herself in the bathroom; it gives Kara a chance to get dressed, and once she’s traded her pajamas for some shorts and a tank top she risks a knock against the bathroom door to say,

“Hey, Lena, I’m heading downstairs. I’ll, er, see you down there?” She winces to herself at how hesitant her voice sounds.

A rustle of what might be makeup tubes sounds, and then, “Okay.” Lena’s voice sounds oddly strained, but Kara doesn’t have time to overthink it.

She shuts the door quietly behind her and makes her way into Alex and Maggie’s bathroom, where she can brush her teeth with a spare toothbrush and offer a half-asleep Maggie a wave on her way out. J’onn and Eliza are already in the kitchen when she reemerges. Jamie’s there too, sitting at the counter and swinging her legs happily as she sips orange juice.

“Morning,” Eliza says, eyeing Kara’s clothes. “Were you planning on going for a run?”

“Not yet,” Kara assures her. “I thought I’d have breakfast with you guys first. And Lena.” She casts a nervous look towards the staircase, but there’s no sign of her yet.

“Well if she can get you to slow down and spend some time with your family I like her already,” Eliza teases, wiping her hands off on her shirt so she can lovingly pinch Kara’s cheek.

Kara swallows back her guilt, and focuses on producing an award-winning smile. “You’ll love her, promise,” she says. “Just—take it easy on her, okay? She’s not my boss here. She’s my girlfriend, and she’s meeting my family, so please hold any unfair judgement.”

“I wouldn’t call it unfair,” J’onn says, but he gives Kara a comforting squeeze to her shoulder before she can groan at him. “We’ll be on our best behavior, Kara. Don’t worry.”

“It’s a shame we don’t have embarrassing baby photos to flaunt, though,” Eliza adds, and this time Kara really does groan.

James comes shuffling into the kitchen, momentarily distracting Kara from the anxiety gnawing on her entire being. “Hey,” he says, holding out his hand for a high-five that Jamie giggles and obliges him. “I have a vague memory of Lucy busting into my room asking me about fish. Or was that a dream?”

Kara sympathetically presses her lips together. “Not a dream. Sorry.”

“Figures,” says James, and he shakes his head as he makes his way to the coffee maker. “I’m pretty sure I told her I was allergic, which dream me apparently was. Winn somehow managed to sleep through the entire thing.”

“Lucky,” Kara says, snagging a cup so James can pour her a mug too. “So what’s the official agenda for today? I’m guessing Lucy and Alex have the party details figured out.”

James grimaces. “The fish.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t even like fish,” J’onn says. “Should I have a say in this, or—?”

“It’s called a surprise party, J’onn,” Kara reminds him. “All you have to worry about is relaxing on the beach. Let us handle the rest.”

J’onn gives her a skeptical look. “Is that meant to be reassuring?”

“Oh, the kids are right, J’onn,” Eliza chuckles. “Let them have their fun and enjoy your vacation.”

Kara smiles to herself as J’onn repeats his doubt, quietly drawing herself away from the conversation as she opens the fridge to find some breakfast. There’s nothing substantial to be found, which is likely why Alex and Lucy went out to begin with. She settles for pouring herself a glass of orange juice like Jamie, and debates whether or not it’s worth it to wait for some real breakfast or taking her chances with the cubed pineapple in the fridge.

She leans against the table and alternates between sips of coffee and orange juice, which she’s sure is disastrous for her teeth. But she could care less right now, because she’s still watching the stairs and hoping that Lena will come and put her out of her misery.

Winn comes out first, so sleepy he almost falls over before he makes it to the table. “I need coffee,” he groans, just as James pushes a cup to him. “Oh. Hey. James, have I told you that you’re literally the best person in this world?”

“Feel free to tell me more often,” James laughs, but he looks pleased; Kara would think it was cute, if she weren’t still so worried about Lena.

And speaking of...there are footsteps.

Kara has to blink once or twice to make sure she’s seeing right. But it’s no mistake—Lena is coming down the stairs, wearing a soft red sundress and heels way too tall for the beach. She looks the least imposing she has ever been, like this; there is an uneasy expression on her face, and it translates into slow, shaky movements forward.

Before Kara can move, Eliza is already getting up out of her chair and meeting Lena halfway. “Hi, you must be Lena!” she says, clasping Lena’s hands warmly. “Kara has told us so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Kara quickly sets her cup down so she can rush over there. “Eliza, don’t ambush her,” she says, laughing nervously. “Lena—this is Eliza, my mother.”

“Hello,” Lena says, whose hands are still trapped in Eliza’s grip. “It’s...a pleasure to meet you too.”

Kara intervenes by placing a hand on the small of Lena’s back. “I want to introduce you to everyone,” she says, almost faltering when she feels Lena stiffen at the touch. “Um. If that’s okay?”

Eliza steps back, as if the question is meant for her. “Forgive me, I’m a little excited,” she says, still smiling as Lena follows Kara over to the table.

Kara tries to breathe a little easier. “Lena, this is J’onn, a longtime family friend. And James and Winn, who are my best friends.” She feels marginally better as they each shake Lena’s hand, every person polite and engaged, and she feels Lena relax a little too. “And this is Jamie, Alex and Maggie’s daughter. Can you say hi, Jamie?”

Jamie’s always a bit shy around strangers, and she buries her face against Winn’s shoulder. “Hi,” she mumbles into his shirt, which draws a small laugh out of Lena.

“Alex and Lucy are on their way here with breakfast,” Kara tells Lena, guiding her towards the kitchen next. “Do you want coffee?”

A brief smile and a nod is her answer. “Sure.”

The small mercies of introducing her “girlfriend” means that her family doesn’t invade their privacy, and Kara can stand in the corner of the kitchen with Lena and be relatively safe from eavesdropping for the moment.

“I’m sorry,” she tells Lena quietly. “I know this must be overwhelming.”

“Don’t apologize, Kara. I knew what I was getting into,” Lena says. But she’s twitchy, fiddling with the strap of her dress over and over again. “I just...I feel wrong to be pretending.”

“I know,” Kara says, wishing she had something more reassuring to say. “Don’t worry. I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.”

Lena gives her a look she can’t quite figure out, a bit concerned and skeptical and beyond Kara’s grasp all the same. “Okay,” she says. “I’ll try my best to do the same.”

Kara wonders what she could’ve said wrong to elicit such a reaction, but it’s too late to ask; Lena is already turning towards the coffee machine and asking how it works. For as much as Kara panicked about this moment, the introduction of Lena to her family feels...underwhelming. She hadn’t expected any impolite reactions, but still—this feels suspiciously too simple to be true.

But she won’t let herself overthink it, because Lena still looks uncomfortable and Kara doesn’t want her to be. “Hey,” she finds herself saying, “can I show you around?”

So that’s what they do. Kara takes Lena’s coffee in a thermos while Lena takes off her heels, and they walk out the back door and right onto the beach; Lena is visibly taken aback by the sudden change of scenery.

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was a beach house,” Lena marvels quietly. “We’re so close to the water.”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The perfect place for a not-vacation,” Kara says, aiming for light, but it only makes Lena sigh.

“Kara, I didn’t mean—”

“No, that wasn’t a complaint! I’m just...glad to be here,” Kara says as they begin to make their way down the sand. “Hopefully I can change your mind about this trip too.”

“I wasn’t aware you knew my thoughts on this trip.” Lena won’t look at Kara, arms wrapped tightly around herself as though she’s cold even if the breeze is barely strong enough to ruffle her hair.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t need to be a mind reader to know you’re not thrilled,” she says, and this garners a softer sigh.

“I’m sorry. Am I being too negative?” Lena asks. “I’m not very good at this.”

“This being…”

“I don’t know. Talking to you,” Lena says, “or...knowing I have to pretend to be in love with you for your family to take me seriously.” She comes to an abrupt stop a few feet from the shoreline, contemplative when she says next, “I know more about you and your family than I used to. But it’s not making this any easier.”

A prickle of defensiveness surges before Kara can squash it. “This was your idea,” she says, and regrets it instantly. She isn’t trying to pick a fight.

If Lena’s offended, she doesn’t show it. “I know,” is all she says in acknowledgement, but it’s not said angrily. Thoughtfully, maybe. As brief as this lapse of guardedness comes, it goes; Lena continues walking, and Kara hurries after her.

“I have...a question,” Kara says, because she’s still not entirely sure how she’s supposed to act.

“Shoot.” Lena takes the thermos from Kara’s hand, brushing her fingers against her skin in the process.

It’s moments like these that give Kara the most issues, because she’s still not quite sure what’s meant to be acting and what’s not meant to be. “Well,” she says cautiously, “should we set boundaries? About how we touch each other, or…”

“How formal are we thinking?” Lena’s eyes are tired, but the amusement in her voice is lively. “Would you prefer I draw up a contract?”

Kara blinks. “Was that a joke? Did you try to make a joke?”

Lena ignores her, and continues: “Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me, Kara. You’re the one who’s doing me a favor, so it’s only fair you get to decide what we do.”

“No pressure, or anything,” Kara mumbles, but Lena has already started walking away.

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It's official: her downfall is going to come in the form of a defective shower.

The only water that is coming out of the showerhead is freezing cold, in the form of a spray so thin it feels like an outdoor hose. About three minutes into her shower it turns off altogether, and she stands there in stunned silence—shampoo in hair and all—until it comes back a full five minutes later.

It sporadically turns on and off for the rest of her shower, and it makes Lena wish she’d had the sense to book a hotel room anyway. Her frustration is translated into detangling her hair much more harshly than she’s used to; she wants nothing more than to call Jess and petulantly complain about any and everything, but she can’t do that. She’s making an effort to be positive.

(And she doubts Jess would even answer. She’s the only person who can challenge Lena for a “workaholic” title.)

Lena dries off and gets dressed as swiftly as possible, in order to escape this hell of a bathroom sooner. She feels sweaty and gross; realistically she knows the wet hair against her nape is from the shower, but without her usual post-shower hair moisturizing process it feels flat and itchy. The sensation only amplifies as she steps outside and realizes that sand has gotten tracked onto the stone floor; she recoils at the grittiness, imagining that this is the most undignified she’s ever been.

If it were up to her she would hide away in this room for the rest of the weekend. But she’s made a promise. And if this is what Kara wants in exchange for something as paramount as this false marriage, well—Lena can endure these horrible conditions for the next two days.

She heads downstairs when she can’t avoid it any longer. The kitchen and living room are empty, but there are muffled shouts coming from beyond the screen door that indicate everyone must be outside. Lena automatically knows she has to find Kara; weirdly, she’s slightly anxious about the idea of being left alone without her.

The thought makes her even more uneasy than before. She’s not used to feeling out of control, and here she is, afraid to be without a woman she barely even knows. If someone were to tell her this a month ago she would’ve laughed them out of her office.

And now she’s here, tentatively leaning against the open sliding door and watching everyone move about while longing for some whiskey. Eliza catches her eye and offers a reassuring smile, and Lena tries her best to mirror it.

Kara doesn’t notice her yet. She’s splayed out on the sand, playing with the little girl Lena had met earlier. Jamie’s pouring sand over her aunt’s head and Kara is just laughing—laughing in that way that makes Lena almost curious. She has a very carefree sort of laugh, one that twists into an easy grin once it tapers off. She’s so relaxed like this, unburdened by Lena’s presence, and it’s enough to make Lena’s stomach churn.

She ducks back inside, narrowly avoiding crashing right into Alex Danvers. “Sorry,” she says, stepping sideways as Alex hefts a bag of charcoal to the right before it can hit Lena.

They met at breakfast, but it had been just like the other introductions: brief, polite, nothing too emotionally taxing. But the way Alex stares at her—almost scrutinizingly—brings about a new wave of nervousness.

“No, it’s my bad,” Alex says, a beat too late. “Are you...er, okay?”

“Yes! Absolutely.” The instant the words leave her mouth Lena knows she’s overdoing it, and she resists the urge to wince. “A work issue just came up.”

“Oh.” Alex’s judgement isn’t hard to read; she masks it halfheartedly, just dedicated enough to make Lena squirm. “I’ll let you deal with that then.” She leaves without another word. Lena gets the sense that she’s not made a good impression at all.

So. The prospect of winning over Kara’s family is seeming bleaker and bleaker by the minute. Lena might have to settle for “not talking shit to her face.”

If Lex were here he’d laugh her out of the building. Lena has never had to work to charm anyone before. She’s faced her face share of hatred, sure, but never from anyone actually important. Never from anyone whose opinion she’ll have to deal with for six months. It’s unnerving to actually think about what her future is going to look like for the next year.

The sound of the sliding door scraping open draws her out of her head. “Lena, hey, you’re here,” says another of Kara’s friends—Lucy, if Lena remembers right. “Kara’s looking for you.”

“I’ll be right out,” Lena says. “Thank you.”

Lucy does not nod and make her way back outside as Lena anticipates. Instead, she leans against the doorway and says, “You’re not going to get changed? We’re going swimming! Party tradition. We’re not taking it easy on you just because you’re new.”

Lena blinks. “Oh. Well, I don’t...know. I just showered.”

Lucy’s easy grin never falters. “Damn,” she says. “I thought I’d have you there.” She tilts her head towards the backyard and continues, “We’re still missing you out there though.”

It’s clear she won’t let Lena dawdle any longer. Lena smiles tightly and relents. “Alright, I’m coming,” she says. Lucy does not move out of the doorway, though, and once Lena gets close enough to whisper she leans in and says,

“I have a question. Did Kara ever sneak you into our apartment?”

“No?” Lena says slowly, dragging out the word carefully in case she’s missing the bigger picture here.

Lucy shakes her head. “I knew it,” she says. “You two fucked on the couch.”

And with that she’s gone. Lena takes a second to mentally prepare herself and then follows. This time Kara spots her and waves; there’s sand running down the sides of her face, and Jamie is squeezing her close to keep her from getting away.

Lena has to abandon her heels to walk towards her, and if there’s one thing she hates more than wet, gritty sand on her bare feet it’s hot sand. “Hi,” she says. “Your roommate thinks you’ve snuck me into your apartment.”

Kara startles, almost choking with the way she grips onto Jamie’s arm. It’s kind of like a way of saying don't say that, we have company, but it leaves a lot to be desired. Lena’s no expert, but she’s pretty sure a three-year-old is going to let slip that they’re not actually dating.

“Jamie, hon, why don’t you go play with J’onn?” Kara asks once she manages to wrestle out of her niece’s iron grip. “I’m sure he would love to make a sandcastle with you.”

“Okay.” Jamie becomes shy now that Lena is around; she doesn’t need any convincing to gather her sand toys and run off, taking care not to look directly at Lena.

Kara rests her hands on her hips once they’re alone, conspicuous in the way her eyes dart around as she makes sure no one is within earshot. “Um,” she says. “So she thinks…”

“I hesitated too much.” Lena grimaces. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. We can work with this.” Kara shakes the ends of her hair, likely to try to get rid of the sand. “I’ll be honest. I’m not sure how this is going so far. But my family likes you! I think? It’s kind of unclear. No one’s said anything.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Kara goes quiet. “But you don’t have to worry. It’s not like it really matters if they like you or not.”

“Right.” Something about that idea almost stings, in a way that Lena cannot understand. “Is there anything you want me to do, or…”

“No! Really. Just enjoy your time away from the office, boss,” Kara says. “I can handle my family.”

That is even less reassuring, but Lena doesn’t voice the thought. She also says nothing about being called “boss,” even though that sits low in her stomach uncomfortably for the next few minutes.

It’s baffling just how affected she feels. She can’t figure out why she feels so weird about it. What a picture she must ultimately make, feigned smile and dry hair and not much else to offer. She is welcomed into the festivities just as Kara had assured her she would, but it feels off. Everyone is too polite, too stinted in their mannerisms, playing into a facade Lena knows she’s brought upon herself but is still anxiety-inducing all the same.

Lena ends up pressed up against Kara’s shoulder as they squeeze into a table not meant for more than six people, with a plate of fish tacos before her and a beer she knows she won’t be able to stomach more than a few sips of. She is hyperaware of every inch of her body that touches Kara’s; the heat is beginning to make her sweat, which is only one of the many other horrors of this place.

Lunch is a modest affair, at least. Only Eliza tries to include Lena in the conversation; Kara, for her part, tries to deflect too many questions.

“So, we know what you do,” Eliza says, obviously meant to be warm; it makes Lena immediately stiffen nonetheless. “I guess that answers the question of how you two met.”

“Mom,” Kara says awkwardly. “Don’t give her the third degree.”

“Who’s giving her the third degree? I just want to get to know Lena better,” Eliza says. To Lena she says, “My daughter’s so dramatic, isn’t she?”

Lena rests her hand over Kara’s wrist very briefly, just to give her a small squeeze and assure her it’s okay. “I tell her the exact same thing,” she says lightly.

“You’re so mean to me,” Kara teases right back, quite noticeably relaxing. She is comfortable enough to properly take Lena’s hand, and if she’s squicked by the way it’s a little sweaty she never betrays it.

Lena scrunches her nose at her, catching the easy smile Kara is giving. “It’s tough love,” she says. “I’m an expert at it.”

Too late, she remembers they have an audience. Maybe she’s overthinking, but she swears she feels Kara’s sister stare at her—no, glare—like she’s said something wrong. Then again, maybe she has; she’s torn between playing too casual and too doting, and both performances are falling flat.

“I still want a story,” declares Lucy, breaking an unspoken tension that only Lena can see. “Details! Give us something.”

“Not you too,” Kara groans, and Lucy kicks her; Lena knows, because her shin is the one who actually receives the hit. “Can’t you let Lena eat in peace?”

“I’m curious,” Lucy replies, like that’s reason enough. “Who asked out who? Who kissed who first?”

J’onn—Kara’s dad-but-not-really-her-dad, Lena reminds herself—comes to their rescue. “Don’t pry, Lucy,” he says. “That’s their business.”

“Is no one else curious? It has to be romantic,” Lucy says. “Right? A forbidden work romance? That’s the stuff out of movies.”

“It’s definitely inappropriate,” Alex finally speaks, and Lena feels her stare continue to burn against her head.

The exact moment that Alex’s words sink in, Kara bristles. “Alex,” she says. “Really?” Her voice is nothing short of disappointed; there’s no underlying anger behind it, but it’s sharp enough that Lena feels the need to hold her hand a little tighter.

For her credit, Alex does not follow up on her statement. She shrugs, and takes a large gulp of beer, thankfully looking away from Lena as she does so.

Maggie clears her throat. “So, Lena,” she deflects. “Where are you from? I noticed you have an accent.”

“You did?” Lena knows she hasn’t quite mastered an American accent yet, but she’s never gotten an outright comment about it before. “I’m, um, actually Irish.”

“That’s cool, what’s it like in Ireland?”

And that is about as exciting as their afternoon gets, at least. No one mentions Lena’s job; they ask, instead about her family. Her hobbies. Her brother. Lena gives practiced answers, and Kara chimes in when she has to. It isn’t as bad as she’d anticipated.

By the time the cake comes out she’s worn out. Everything about pretending to be in love with Kara Danvers feels like a chore—it’s as emotionally taxing as a work day, and she desperately needs a break. She declines getting a piece of cake for herself once it’s cut, excusing herself from the table under the guise of getting some water from the fridge.

At least three different people offer to bring some back for her—Kara included—but Lena assures them she’ll be fine.

If this is what being part of a proper family is like, it’s kind of...suffocating. In a way that’s not entirely unpleasant, really, but it’s odd that they never seem to get tired of each other. If Lex were here Lena thinks she might understand, but if her mother were thrown in the mix…

She shakes her head to draw herself out of her thoughts. In the fridge she finds a bottled green smoothie that definitely isn’t up to par with her usual, but some warm, strange feeling surges through her when she sees a sticky note that reads LENA'S—DON’T TOUCH in Kara’s writing.

Lena squeezes her eyes shut and tries not to overthink the sensation of something missing. There’s guilt churning in her stomach, and a hole slowly growing wider and wider in her chest as she thinks about just how kind everyone has been to her so far. Bar Kara’s sister, of course, but even her one snide comment is child’s play compared to some of the harsher criticism Lena has received.

She gets the sense she should call Lex, or something. But the thought makes her uneasy, and she settles for gently placing the unopened smoothie back on the shelf and silently making her way upstairs.
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Kara almost forgets that Lena’s been gone for a while.

Jamie is on J’onn’s lap, smearing cake over his face because he’d refused to let Maggie smash his face into the cake—had given her an incredulous look when she had suggested it, actually—but he’s too much of a pushover with kids to deny Jamie anything. He gives everyone a warning glare if they so much as touch their phones, and it makes Kara crack up, leaning against Alex’s shoulder and sipping on lukewarm beer.

“If I could get a picture of this I would be set for life,” Alex snorts, well on her way past tipsy. “Where’s Winn? He should be trying.”

“He’s more afraid of J’onn than he is of you,” Kara points out, and Alex nods gravely like she completely understands.

They’ve just begun to barter the winnings for a bet over when Maggie would stop doubling over in breathless laughter when Eliza joins them. She brings an extra slice of cake over, but looks disappointed when she only finds the two of them there.

“Where did Lena run off to?” Eliza asks. “She didn’t get any cake.”

“She’s a health nut,” Kara says without thinking. Then, once Eliza’s words really sink in, she scrambles to sit up straight. “She’s been gone for a while. Maybe I should check on her.”

“No, come here, don’t start running off now that I have you cornered,” Eliza says. “Alex, be a dear and make sure Winn’s not trying to light himself on fire, would you?”

The prospect of getting embarrassing video of Winn attempting to start a bonfire is enough to cheer her up, and Alex steals Kara’s beer to go and do just that. Kara doesn’t really mind; she’s happy to take cake in its place.

“Lena might have gone to bed,” Kara muses as she licks the frosting off her fork. “She has a very specific nighttime routine. I don’t know if she sticks to it even when she’s on vacation, though. I didn’t ask.”

Eliza laughs. “She seems high-maintenance,” she teases, and hugs her daughter close. “But lovely.”

Kara rests her head on her mother's shoulder and brightens, despite herself. “So do you like her?”

“Of course. She strikes me as a bit lost, poor thing,” Eliza says. “I’m glad you brought here with you.” She tucks a strand of hair behind Kara’s ear and quietly adds, “Just don’t take anything Alex says to heart. Give her some time to adjust—she’s so protective of you sometimes.”

“All the time, more like,” Kara scoffs. She doesn’t mean to sound bitter, but she is. Just a little.

Eliza pinches the edge of her jaw for it. “Now, now, now,” she says. “You’re the same with her. Don’t pretend you’re not.”

“I never said anything mean like that.”

“All she wants is for you to be happy, Kara. I know you understand where she’s coming from,” Eliza says. “But don’t you worry, I’m going to be having a talk with her too. She was being very rude.”

The thought of Eliza scolding her oldest daughter makes Kara crack a smile. “Are you going to ground her?”

“I might have to, at this rate.” Eliza kisses Kara’s forehead. “Now you go check up on your girlfriend. Tell her goodnight for us.”

“Okay.” Kara nestles closer for a moment longer, not in any rush to leave just yet.

“And Kara?”

“Mm-hm.”

“I know it’s not my place,” Eliza says. “No, of course it isn’t. But I’m sorry that you and Lena are fighting.”

Kara freezes. “We’re not...we’re not fighting,” she says. “What makes you think we’re fighting?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Lena just seems so distant,” Eliza says thoughtfully. “I can tell you're trying to hide it, but honey—I know you must be crazy about her, if you haven't given up yet. Talk through it with her whenever you're ready, alright? If this is because she thinks we don't like her, you make sure to set her straight.”

If only it were that simple, Kara thinks. Out loud she says, "Okay. Thanks, Eliza.”

Another kiss is pressed to her forehead. “Go, get going,” Eliza says. “And you get some sleep too, you hear?”

Kara hugs her mother one last time—and takes one more bite of cake—before she takes her advice and heads upstairs. The door is slightly ajar, but she still knocks, only entering when she hears Lena distractedly call,

“Come in!”

She finds Lena setting up blankets on the floor, already dressed to go to bed. Lena doesn’t spare her more than a single glance over her shoulder before she’s saying,

“I’m sorry I left. I thought I’d let you have some time alone with your family.”

“It’s okay. They missed you, though,” Kara says lightly, but at the way Lena continues to avoid her gaze tells her that’s not what she wants to hear. “Um. What are you doing? I’m still taking the floor.”

“You slept on the floor yesterday,” Lena says. “It’s only fair we switch.”

“No way, you’re still my guest,” Kara says. “I’m making this one of my conditions: you sleep on the bed. And you owe me, remember?”

“Oh, so now you have conditions.” Lena almost smiles, touched, and when Kara gently tugs the pillow out of her hands she doesn’t resist. “Thank you.”

“You have a habit of thanking me a lot,” Kara says as she settles onto the floor. “It would be fine if you didn’t, you know.”

She hears the bed creak once Lena curls up on it, but it’s not loud enough to mask Lena’s huff. “I have manners, Ms. Danvers,” she says; she has a habit of slipping into being formal sometimes, and Kara doesn’t have to see her to know she’s feigning indignation.

It almost makes her smile. “Right, of course,” she plays along. This moment feels easy, comfortable, and she grasps onto the feeling and tries to fall asleep with it.

Sleep doesn’t come easy. Eliza’s words are running through her mind even though they’re unbidden, and it keeps Kara significantly awake.

Eventually she rolls over on her side and whispers, “Lena?”

“Yeah?” Lena sounds awake too. She might even be more restless than Kara is, if the way the bed keeps shifting is any indication.

Kara doesn’t know how to broach the subject, and as a result, ends up blurting it out: “My mom thinks we're fighting.”

Silence. Then, “Fantastic. We're off to a great start.”

“Do you think we’re not convincing enough?” Kara asks. “I mean, I’m sure we can fix that.”

There’s more silence. Lena might have fallen asleep, with how long it drags. Kara gets discouraged waiting for a reply and decides to try and get there herself when she hears, so faintly,

“Kara.”

“Yeah?” she says, holding her breath.

“This is going to sound so inappropriate.”

That’s...not an answer, and Kara slowly says, “Okay.”

“Would you,” and there’s another pause, another prolonged moment of hesitation, “would you sleep up here with me? I really don’t like the idea of you sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh. Well, uh, if you don’t mind…” Kara is baffled; it feels like this has come out of nowhere. That, and she’s still waiting on an answer.

“We’re professionals,” Lena says. “We can handle sharing a bed, I think.”

Professionals might be a stretch. Kara doesn’t say that out loud either, and instead wordlessly gets into bed. She’s shared this bed with Lucy lots of times, but this is without a doubt the most awkward she’s felt; she takes great care not to be too close to Lena, and is tempted to make a wall of pillows between them for good measure.

They lay side-by-side on their backs, staring up at the ceiling in stifling silence. Lena is the one who breaks it at last.

“So how can we become more convincing?” she asks.

Kara shrugs one shoulder. “I don't know,” she admits. “I’m open to suggestions.”

Lena rolls over to look at Kara. She is propped up on one elbow, dark hair falling over her shoulders as she leans slightly forward. “Maybe,” she says, and it sounds almost regretful, “maybe we need to be more affectionate.”

“Okay. Sure. I can do that.” Kara swallows, and remains steadfast in her position so she can’t see Lena’s reaction.

Lena is still looking at her; Kara can feel it. When she dares to bite the bullet and also roll over, the first thing she notes is the worried draw of Lena’s mouth in a frown.

“I’m not really sure how that...works,” Lena says.

“You don't know how being affectionate works?” Kara echoes.

“I’ve just never...I've never been really lovey-dovey with anyone,” Lena says. “I wouldn’t know how to do it.”

“That's alright. We can figure it out,” Kara offers, but all she gets is a frustrated sigh as Lena flops backwards.

“You don't understand. I'm not....I'm not sure I can be convincing enough,” Lena gripes. “I don’t think that’s something I can pick up out of the blue.”

“If you’re comfortable with it, we can practice,” Kara says. “When no one’s around, we can...stay in character?”

“I don’t know how to do even that,” says Lena glumly.

“Well, you can follow my lead,” Kara says, as cheerfully as she can muster. “I’m no expert in being lovey-dovey either, of course, but—I can try my best.”

“Okay. I trust you,” Lena says, which surprises Kara enough to leave her speechless. Lena Luthor is notorious for not trusting anyone, obviously, but there’s a definite distinction with matters like these; she’s vulnerable like this, forced to be less cold, less distant, and it must be hard when that’s all she knows.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you right now?” Kara finds herself asking. “To practice,” she hastily adds, in case it's not clear. She doesn’t know what compels her to even ask. She rationalizes that this is something like a trust fall—she’s asking to see what Lena would be open to, not for any other reason (like, say, the peculiar way that the moonlight frames Lena’s face that makes Kara momentarily forget she’s looking at her boss).

Lena mouths oh inaudibly, quite clearly caught by surprise. A prickle of embarrassment crawls up the back of Kara’s neck, and her cheeks burn; she swiftly rolls onto her back so she won’t have to face Lena any longer.

“I’m sorry,” Kara gets out. “Just forget I said that.”

The bed shifts again. This time, it’s because Lena is moving...closer? “No, that—that makes sense,” Lena says lowly. “If you’re okay with it.”

And Kara has to take a minute to really think about this. Because if they do this there’s no going back, really—any semblance of boundaries they’ve kept are thinning as it is, and this will surely take them to the point of no return if it’s too weird.

She can see this going two ways, really. Either it’s too weird and she won’t be able to look Lena in the eye anymore, or it will be so inconsequential it won’t matter it ever happened.

Kara hangs onto her hope for the second. Very, very briefly, she darts forward and kisses Lena. It’s nothing but a peck, and she suspects Lena kept her eyes open the entire time, because when she draws back Lena is blinking owlishly at her.

“Was that okay?

Lena seems to find her voice. “Yes,” she says. “It was okay.”

“I don’t want us to seem too awkward, if I kiss you tomorrow,” Kara says, the urge to explain overpowering her desire not to make a big deal out of it. “So it won’t...be our first.”

“Will you kiss me tomorrow?” Lena asks, slowly, like she almost doesn’t want to know the answer.

“If it feels right,” Kara says. “You know, if it—feels natural. I won’t kiss you at any random moment, I promise.”

Lena nods, but even slower than before. “And do you think that will make us seem convincing?”

“I hope so,” Kara says, slightly unnerved by the way Lena’s eyes seem to scrutinize her in the dark, darting over every inch of her face as if she’s trying to figure her out. “Do you think it will?”

“I don’t know,” Lena says, a pensive furrow of her brow marring an otherwise curious expression. “Would you mind if I tried?”

“If you tried…”

“To kiss you,” Lena says matter-of-factly.

Kara swallows, mouth suddenly gone dry. “No, go ahead,” she says.

With a grim sort of determination, Lena reaches out to touch Kara's cheek, continuing to observe her intently—but with a flush of pink over her cheeks that Kara can just barely manage to make out. Her touch is so light it feels like it's not there at first, fingertips ghosting over the edge of Kara's jaw, and then Lena finally leans in to kiss her more firmly.

This kiss isn’t weird, either. But it’s also not brief; it’s more exploratory, and Kara can feel every minuscule shift of Lena's mouth, the way she kisses so gently but in a manner that’s almost fearful, like she's afraid she's doing something wrong.

Then she’s gone, and so is her hand, and she’s seemingly shrinking away. “Was that okay?” Lena asks.

Kara thinks she says yes. Lena holds her gaze for a few seconds, an incomprehensible pensive edge in her eyes. Even in the dark Kara can see the way Lena seems to be softening, and she is struck with the fact that Lena is beautiful. Sure, she's known that, kept as a fact in the back of her mind just like every other fact she knows about her.

But here she's so close Kara feels like she can see right through her. Here she’s not a Luthor. Here she’s not her boss. Here she is just Lena, equally as worried as Kara is about making this work. Kara thinks she understands Lena a little better, now.

“Goodnight, Lena," Kara blurts out when it gets to be too much, turning back so she can stare up at the ceiling. She tries to ignore the way her heart quickens, pounding insistently in her ears, so loud she fears that even Lena can hear it.

It takes a minute of pretending she's sleeping before she hears, "Goodnight...Kara."

Chapter Text

When it comes to mornings, they unfold as such:

An alarm wakes her up at five in the morning. By six she has showered, ordered breakfast, and called for her driver; it is a routine she seldom mixes up, as she sees no sense in dawdling when there’s a full work day ahead.

On the off chance she takes a few minutes for herself, she allows a moment alone in her kitchen. She sips at coffee to drag her out of any exhaustion that might linger. She might even watch the sunrise, if she’s so inclined. The only part that really matters is that she basks in the silence, with only her thoughts for company.

So it’s a bit unnerving, she has to admit, waking up in an unfamiliar place all over again. And decidedly not alone, at that.

Kara’s arm is thrown across her body, and her face is pressed against the back of Lena’s neck. It’s not suffocating, but it’s different. Whether it’s a good different or a bad different is yet to be decided.

It’s foreign, she ultimately settles on. The sensation of having someone’s body at her back is warm—and not unpleasant—but it’s hard to acknowledge nonetheless. She can’t remember the last time anyone held her like this. Hell, she can’t remember the last time she had this much intimacy in one night.

She resolves to slip out of Kara’s hold so she can escape the feeling. But that’s easier said than done; on that ever-growing list of things she knows about Kara Danvers she will definitely add something about how tightly she hugs someone she’s sleeping beside.

Lena remains trapped. She sighs deeply, frustratedly, to herself. “Kara,” she tries.

Nothing.

Louder: “Kara.”

That gets a bit of a response, even if it’s just Kara shifting her in her sleep. “Mm,” comes a low groan behind her. “Not yet.”

Lena clears her throat. “Kara,” she tells her as firmly as she can, “I have to go.”

“Huh?” Something about her tone finally seems to clue Kara in—or the very least, rouse her somewhat. “What?” She rests her chin against Lena’s arm for a moment before everything clicks; in the blink of an eye she’s almost falling out of bed in her haste to detangle herself from Lena. “Ms. Luthor, I am so sorry, I didn’t even realize…”

“It’s fine, Kara,” Lena says sharply. She doesn’t mean to snap, but she’s overcome with muddled emotions and it’s so utterly confusing that she doesn’t know what to make of it. “ I just have to use the bathroom.”

“I really didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries,” Kara says, almost stunned, and Lena instantly feels guilty.

“You didn’t,” she tries, this time softer. There’s a tension tightening her shoulders that she tries to ignore, and all she can do to ease it is escape. “I’m sorry. I think I didn’t sleep very well.” It’s a lie, and it surprises her that it’s a lie, because she honestly can’t remember the last time she slept so well.

But Kara accepts the answer anyway, because she slowly nods. “Oh,” she says. “I’m sorry, I know you must be used to decent hotel beds.”

Lena opens her mouth to refute the statement, but rethinks the action immediately. “Yes, I—I think I’m a little spoiled in that regard,” she says, deciding one more white lie is better than admitting her own insecurities.

Kara doesn’t reply to that beyond a small, understanding press of her lips together. She looks like she’s still trying to fully wake up; she stifles a yawn into her hand, rubbing at her eyes with the other. Lena thinks she looks different without her glasses, but can’t figure out what looks so different about her. It’s not that she’s unrecognizable. Just different in a way that Lena’s not sure she can handle.

“Well,” Kara says, putting an abrupt end to what Lena’s sure must have been a very awkward session of being stared at, “I think I’ll go for a run before everyone wakes up. If anyone asks, tell them I’ll be back before breakfast.”

“Sure thing,” Lena says. She commits to actually disappearing into the bathroom, and only allows herself to sigh when she hears the door outside open and shut. Great. She’s the asshole in this relationship.

If she were home this would be the perfect time to break out a bottle of wine to drink her feelings away, but she doesn’t have that luxury here. The best she can do—after freshening up a little—is head downstairs to try her best to make it up to Kara.

That means having to socialize, which she can fake like the best of them, but still...it’s a lot. Especially when Eliza Danvers looks at her so warmly all the time.

“Good morning, Lena,” she says. “Can I pour you some coffee?”

“Morning,” Lena says politely. “That would be wonderful, thank you.”

Eliza smiles much too genuinely as she hands her a mug. “It’s so nice to have another early riser,” she says. “Kara rises with the sun, but she’s always out the door before I can catch her. I swear, if she could fly she’d be out the window in seconds.”

“Yes, makes sense that she went for a run this morning,” Lena says. The coffee’s scalding hot, but she takes a sip anyway. “So, um. Kara tells me you rent this house often?”

“We try to, when we have the chance,” Eliza says wistfully. “It’s always a nice thing to get away from the city.” Her smile seems to fade a little. “My husband used to push for us to take these beach trips. I’ve tried to keep his memory alive by doing a bit of pushing myself.”

“I’m sorry,” Lena says, automatically, because she knows how heavy loss can be.

“Oh, don’t be. I’m sure Kara has told you plenty about him.” Eliza sighs, but warmly, like she’s reliving a nice memory. “Can I bother you into helping with breakfast?”

“It wouldn’t be a bother at all,” Lena says, grateful for the change of subject. Cooking is something she’s relatively good at; Eliza delegates for her to chop vegetables as she starts making omelets, and she asks Lena what kind of music she likes before she starts playing some soft pop radio station that’s barely loud enough to be audible.

And it’s as Eliza pours eggs into a pan that she suddenly says, “I didn’t get a chance to yesterday, but I wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” Lena asks, keeping her eyes trained on the bell pepper she’s dicing.

“For being there for my daughter,” Eliza says. “I know it might sound odd, but I’ve just been so worried about Kara. All this time I was under the impression she was still mourning, but now I know she has someone in her life…” She pauses to shake her head disbelievingly. “I don’t know how I never noticed. She was in love and I couldn’t even pick up on it.”

Lena freezes. “Well, um,” she coughs. “You know how Kara is when she’s determined. And we really didn’t want anyone to know for a while.”

“Right, of course,” Eliza says. “I suppose I’m used to Kara wearing her heart on her sleeve. This was quite the surprise.” Her eyes lock with Lena’s, and it’s with a gentle smile that she adds, “But a very nice surprise.”

A lump forms in Lena’s throat, but she forces herself to smile back. “I think so too,” she says, softer than intended, and Eliza just pats her hand before she starts cracking more eggs.

In her head Lena goes over every line of their conversation to herself—tries to figure out if she’s doing this right—but pauses halfway through. What did Eliza mean when she said Kara was in mourning?

She’s considering asking when, all of a sudden, Alex emerges from the hallway.

“Hi, mom,” Alex says sleepily, pressing a kiss to her mother’s cheek. She gives Lena an absentminded nod, which is better than she was expecting. “Kara up yet?”

“She’s out running, if you want to join her,” Eliza says. “Lena and I have breakfast covered.” She shares a small, secret smile with Lena that makes her feel oddly warm inside; warm enough, at least, to return it.

“I’d prefer to relax when I’m on vacation, actually,” Alex snorts. “Is there coffee?”

“In the pot, sweetheart. Make more if you finish it.”

Lena marvels at the ease at which Eliza and Alex maneuver around each other in the kitchen. She’s never had anything like this with her own mother; they trade easy smiles, hold light conversation, and by the time the new coffee pot has finished brewing they’ve begun to laugh over Kara almost running into the screen door when she comes back.

By then Lena has finished her tasks, and has retreated to the kitchen table to quietly sip at her mug and only observe the antics of the Danvers women. Kara comes bounding in after her struggle with the back door, pressing her sweaty body against Alex’s just to make her yelp, and giving Eliza a swift kiss to her cheek as a greeting.

It’s all so...unreal. Like this should be a scene off a TV show and not unfolding before her.

“Hey.” Kara approaches her next, but thankfully—because Lena is so out of sorts at the moment that any alternative might have left her speechless—only stoops very briefly to kiss her forehead. “Good morning, again.” And there it is, that same easy smile Lena’s become so used to. Paired with such a tender kiss it’s enough to make Lena’s stomach flip.

She hates the feeling. “Good morning,” she echoes, and doesn’t even lower her mug before she smiles back.

Kara joins her mother and Alex, and Lena is content to watch them. But her eyes can’t quit falling on Kara in particular; she’s so different after a run, with ruddy pink cheeks and a disheveled ponytail and sweat glistening on the (admittedly) impressive muscles of her shoulders. It’s become an intriguing part of this whole process, watching Kara Danvers in different situations and analyzing how she changes each time. This morning she’s relaxed and happy, as if she’s recharged after a long night. Lena doesn’t know what to do with that information.

Everyone else comes trickling in one by one. Eliza plates omelettes, Alex pours coffee, and Kara helps set the table—making sure to set her plate by Lena’s seat.

No one is in a very chatty mood this morning. The extent of the conversation carried over breakfast is between J’onn and Eliza over news and weather and nothing really important. Once or twice Lena catches Alex eyeing her, but it’s never with any malicious intent. Just—critical. Lena doesn’t blame her for it.

“Lena,” Eliza says out of nowhere. “Tell us something about your company.”

Lena almost chokes. “Hm?” she recovers smoothly, instantly setting her cup down. “I don’t know, it’s not very impressive…”

“I beg to differ. You’re a young, successful woman dominating your field! Kara’s told us so much about that,” Eliza says. “I know we’d all love to hear a bit about how you got there.”

“Well, after my brother stepped down as CEO, I had to fill his shoes. It was a hard decision to make, but,” Lena says. “I’ve...I’ve always wanted to see Luthor Corp be a force for good. So that’s what I strive for.”

“And do you think you have made it a force for good?” Alex chimes in. “From what I hear, it’s not working that well.”

“Alex,” Kara says. “Don’t be rude.”

“What? I’m asking a genuine question.”

“Not if it’s a rude question.”

“A rude question would be ‘hey, Ms. Luthor, how is it like to be untouchable’?” Alex shrugs to herself and picks up her coffee mug like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “I mean, the Luthor who saved her family’s reputation...it must come with some nice perks.”

Kara places her palm flat on the table. “Alex, I swear—”

“No, Kara, it’s alright.” Lena doesn’t think it through before she’s pushing forward, an unconscious instinct to fight fire with fire bubbling over the walls of her resolve. “Tell me something, Mrs. Danvers. Is your aversion to me due to my job, or the character the media portrays me to be?”

“The character?” Alex echoes. “What, is this your formal attempt to convince us you're not that cold hearted bitch? Because I know the stories about you. Kara has told me stories about you.”

“So say I am a cold-hearted bitch,” Lena smoothly interjects. “Is that your basis of rejection of me?”

“No,” Alex says. “No, frankly, I think it’s suspicious that all of a sudden Kara’s in love with someone she’s never said a decent thing about.”

“Well, you’re welcome to make all the assumptions you want,” Lena says. “But Kara and I know the truth. Petty gossip doesn’t matter.” She tilts her head and forces a polite smile. “Do you have any other judgements of my character you’d like to discuss?”

“No, she doesn’t,” Kara says swiftly. “Right, Alex?”

“What? Is no one else seeing this? How do you get from a point where you don’t really care about your boss to loving her? Am I missing something?”

“Milk,” comes the sudden shy whisper of Jamie’s, who fortunately remains completely unaware of the situation at hand. She has half an orange slice sticking out of her mouth and she pats Kara's arm with sticky fingers to prompt, “Milk?”

Kara blinks, more caught off guard than anything. “Um, what do you say first, Jamie?”

“Ple-ase,” Jamie half sing-songs, half-whispers, still all too aware of Lena’s presence on Kara’s other side because she presses her face into her aunt’s shoulder. “I want eche.”

“I'll get your milk, honey,” Eliza says, reaching over to smooth her granddaughter's unruly hair behind her ears. She flashes a brief, apologetic smile Lena’s way, as if to say sorry I brought it up. Lena just tries to mirror the smile as best she can to reassure her it’s okay.

Alex doesn’t apologize. Kara doesn’t even push her to. Lena, of course, is not going to mention it if she can help it.

So breakfast remains a remarkably quiet affair after that. Until Lucy says,

“Hey, who’s up for taking Lena to explore the town?”

.

.

.

Lena’s still wearing heels.

Kara wordlessly takes her hand as they make their way down the street. The way she sees it, Lena might need help steadying herself. Lena gives her a weird look for it, but otherwise doesn’t comment; she must rank hand-holding low on her list of issues, because the number one spot has to be the breeze of the beach air that continues to whip her hair into her face. Eventually, in her frustration, Lena frees her hand from Kara's and haphazardly puts it up into a bun.

They’ve only been walking for ten minutes and Kara is beginning to worry about Lena. She slows down to let the everyone else pass; the others are perfectly glad to do so, each caught up in their own world that allows for Kara to whisper,

“Lena, are you okay? Do you want to trade shoes?”

Lena glares at her like she’s personally offended every member of her family. “I’ve spent hours standing in front of a boardroom in heels much higher than these,” she says stiffly. “I think I can handle a few blocks.”

“Right. Sorry.” Kara takes her hand again and decides not to mention that Lena grips her hand far tighter than necessary.

When they catch up with everyone else, they’ve already found their usual haunt: Al’s Ice Cream. James snaps a picture of Kara and Lena when they arrive and explains to Lena that it’s a tradition—not that Lena cares, surely—and then they finally go inside.

“So Lena, what’s your poison?” Lucy asks. “They have awesome soft serve here. It’s to die for.”

“I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, actually,” Lena says apologetically. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Really? Wow. You and Kara are the definition of opposites attracting,” Lucy marvels. “Where have you been all of Kara’s life? Hey, Kara, does this mean you’re going to eat healthier now?”

“No,” Kara mock-gasps. “Lena accepts my eating habits. And the fact that I’m about to take down one of these four-scoop sundaes right now.” She risks a teasing grin in Lena’s direction, and to her surprise, Lena is rolling her eyes good-naturedly in response. “Sure I can’t persuade you into something sweet?”

“Besides you?” Lena quirks an eyebrow and the gesture should not be as attractive as it is paired with such a dorky line.

Lucy almost loses her shit laughing. “Never mind, I take it back,” she says between gasps for air. “You’re both cheesy as hell.”

Kara clears her throat. “Ha ha,” she says, sure that there’s a flush to her cheeks. “I’ll, um, just order. Do you at least want a bottle of water?” she asks Lena, who is looking much too pleased with herself for that dumb flirtatious line.

“Sure,” she agrees. “But I’m paying for everyone.”

“Oh no, you don’t have—”

“Thanks, Lena,” Lucy chimes in. “I would love some free soft serve.”

Kara tries to send Lucy a look that says don’t. Lucy just winks at her.

James and Winn get a sundae to share. Maggie gets a cup of vegan coffee ice cream that isn’t to share, but Alex steals half of it anyway. Lena, as promised, pays for everyone’s treats—even Kara’s giant sundae, which she resists the urge to inhale all at once and instead tries to share.

“Want some?” She offers her spoon when Lena sits down beside her. “It’s really good.”

“No, thanks.” Lena seems to sag in relief against the chair; Kara suspects it’s the shoes. She takes small sips of her water instead, unable to hide her grimace at the minerally taste. “Can you really eat that whole thing?”

“Of course,” Kara says, caught while a big spoonful is still melting on her tongue. “I mean, that’s a pretty big thing about me—I like food.”

“I’ve gathered,” Lena says, but it’s not said with a sarcastic edge. It’s an almost perplexed one, really. “You never cease to surprise me.”

“That means the whole point of this trip is working, right?” Kara offers. “We’re figuring each other out.”

“I don’t know, you’re more of a mystery than I thought,” says Lena decidedly. “I can’t figure you out.”

Kara wrinkles her nose in confusion. That’s not really true; she’s about as open as they come, and a mystery would have been the last descriptor she would think of for herself. “You don’t have to figure me out by yourself,” she says. “Just ask me whatever you want to know.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Lena nods, slowly. “Okay,” she says. “Good to know.” She relaxes a fraction, then shivers, seemingly from the air conditioner blasting at her back.

Kara inches her chair closer—just in case her body heat can help, of course. “Can I ask you something?” she ventures to whisper, leaning in enough so their conversation can’t be overheard. “How would you feel if I told my family about our engagement over dinner?”

“Whatever works for you is okay with me,” Lena has says. “Like I said, you’re welcome to establish the boundaries. You’re the one who’s doing me a favor.”

“I know, but...I just don’t want to do anything that might make you uncomfortable,” Kara says, and for some reason, Lena scoffs.

“You’ve worked with me for some time, Ms. Danvers. You know I can handle anything thrown my way.” Lena’s defensive all of a sudden, but before Kara can begin to panic and go back through what she’s said Lena just sighs. “I’m sorry. Jess tells me I have a tendency to get in my head.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“No, she’s right,” Lena says wistfully. “Forgive me for overstepping, Kara, but are you sure your sister will be okay with it?”

She won’t. Kara knows it, Lena knows it, and it’s enough to make Kara slightly queasy. “It doesn’t matter what Alex thinks,” she says. “She has no say in my life.” Quieter, “I’m sorry about this morning. About what she said.”

“She’s a fair critic,” Lena objects. “It’s not like she insulted me. Even if she had, well, I’ve heard worse.” This is punctuated with a sardonic smile, and it does nothing to make Kara feel less guilty.

“No matter what, if you feel like being with my family is too suffocating, just...let me know,” Kara says, because she’s not sure what else she can do to make up for Alex’s rudeness. “I know they’re a lot to deal with.”

If anything, her words only twist a sardonic smile into a wry one. “Just wait until you spend a day with my family,” Lena says. “This will seem like a cakewalk in comparison.”

“I’m sure they’re not that bad,” Kara tries, but Lena just gives her a sarcastic look that says really? you’re going to go there? and Kara decides not to push the issue.

They fall back into the awkward silence that is becoming more and more familiar. It’s no fault of Lena’s, but Kara’s sundae doesn’t taste quite as good as it does when she’s in better company; usually by now Winn would have a timer running to see if Kara can finish it in faster this time around, and James would be taking picture after picture to document their usual visit. But now she and Lena are supposed to be a unit, and the others clearly aren’t warmed up enough to Lena yet.

It’s kind of depressing to think about. The last time she’d brought someone home her friends were a lot more welcoming—not that she wants to really think about the last time—and she supposes this could be them exercising caution. James and Winn are nice enough, but not so quick to engage Lena in conversation. Maggie’s like Alex in the sense that she stays away; not because she’s judgemental, but because she’s seemingly consumed with keeping Alex in line. Alex’s case is, of course, self-explanatory.

The only person who seems to be her usual self is Lucy, who kicks at Kara’s chair now as she joins them. “Hey,” she says. “Mind if I join you two?”

“Of course not,” Kara says gratefully; her relief is probably palpable at this point.

Lucy takes the seat across from Lena, polite enough to acknowledge her with a small smile. “Thanks for treating us, Lena,” she says. “But I know what you two are doing. Cut the act.”

Kara just about chokes on her next spoonful. “What?”

“Yeah,” Lucy goes on, “you two keep hiding yourselves away, trying to bribe us...you’re trying to escape telling the story of how you two fell in love.”

“Oh,” Kara says dumbly, so stunned at the reminder that her ensuing laughter is more awkward than expected. “I-I don’t know, it’s a really boring story. Right, Lena?”

Lena’s nodding along in a millisecond. “Very boring,” she agrees, appropriately apologetic.

“An illicit love affair? No way that’s boring. I already bet Winn twenty dollars it’s super embarrassing and that’s the real reason why you don’t want to share it with us,” Lucy says.

“Can you stop calling it illicit? That’s not...that’s not what it is,” Kara says. She’d never say so out loud—because Lena might take offense to it—but her boss is the last person she could ever see herself involved with. She wouldn’t cross that professional line. Wouldn’t even entertain the thought.

Lena appears equally uncomfortable with the idea. “Nothing ever happened on company time,” she clarifies. “Just after hours.”

“So give me the details! Who made the first move? Not Kara, I bet. Lena, you strike me as the kind of girl who goes after what she wants.” Lucy rests her chin on her hands, far too delighted than she should be over seeing Kara squirm.

“Um, I take offense to that,” Kara says. “I’ll have you know I made the first move, so there!” The lie isn’t supposed to come out so...well, huffy, and she takes a heaping bite of ice cream to shut up.

“Mm-hm,” Lucy hums skeptically. “And what did she say to you, Lena?”

Lena blinks, about as taken aback as one might expect. “Well, you know Kara,” she says, with a smile so tight it looks pained. “She’s so…eloquent.” She throws an imploring look Kara’s way. “Kara, darling, you know you tell this story so much better.”

“Do I?” Kara hesitates. “I mean, it’s not like Lucy needs the best version of the story…” She trails off lamely, and at Lena’s unimpressed raise of an eyebrow, gulps. “Okay. I guess I’m telling the story.”

Lucy coughs out something that sounds like whipped. Kara gives her the best withering stare she can, readjusts her glasses, and continues:

“I came to Lena’s office since, you know, she forgets to eat sometimes—and usually Jess looks out for that kind of thing, but this time I offered because Jess wanted to be home for dinner—so I brought Lena some leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner. And I guess that’s, that’s where it really started.”

“But there’s more to it than just bringing her dinner, right?” Lucy presses. “Where’s the intrigue? The buildup?”

Kara frowns. “Do you want our story or a soap opera?”

“Sorry,” says Lucy offhandedly. “Keep going.”

“Anyway, I brought dinner and was ready to leave, but then I noticed that she looked really…sad,” Kara says. “So I offered to stay with her. You know, just for the sake of company while she finished up for the night. And she said yes, so—I stayed.”

“So before then you didn’t really notice each other,” Lucy says, “right?”

“Right. I-I mean obviously I noticed her. She’s my boss,” Kara says, but a quick reconsideration of the situation has her digging for something more romantic to say. “And she’s…really beautiful. That day when she looked so sad she was wearing a blue dress from a gala earlier that night, and it kind of—” She swallows. “—left me breathless.”

She casts a quick, nervous glance at Lena to make sure she’s okay with the story so far; it wouldn’t normally be an issue, but the reality is that this story has some truth to it. It’s obviously not as risqué as the embellished one, but that night had felt kind of…different.

Because Kara remembers that night. She remembers that she had asked if Lena wanted some company, the way Lena had looked at her, lost, and had declined almost immediately after.

But she had also studied Kara for a few seconds—charged, intrigued—and how it had left Kara feeling a tad sweaty under the collar. Lena had had the tells of being tipsy, and she probably didn’t recognize Kara; Kara had been, after all, a fresh face in the office at the time.

Lena had accepted the plate, though. And she had smiled kindly, had offered to call a car to make up for the trouble of Kara staying later than usual.

That was the moment Kara knew she was doing the right thing working for Lena Luthor. That was the moment she saw the human side of her boss—the first time she realized Lena was as vulnerable as anyone.

And, as much as it puzzles to acknowledge, Kara does remember what Lena had been wearing that night. Very clearly, in fact.

A low whistles snaps her back to the present. “Points for being a softie,” Lucy says, “but I’m still waiting for how this gets embarrassing.”

Kara realizes that Lena is watching her with a curiosity as equally rapt as Lucy’s; she feels herself flush hotly, but tries to cover it with an awkward laugh.

“I’m telling you, it wasn’t embarrassing,” she says. “She was sad and I—comforted her.”

“Ohh. So it’s like that.”

“Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s absolutely not that,” Kara says. “I just, er…held her. On her couch.”

“And I kissed her,” says Lena suddenly, gaze never wavering from Kara’s. “I was so grateful she was there that I kissed her.” Then, as if she hasn’t just left Kara speechless, she fixes Lucy with a reaffirming polite smile. “And that’s pretty much the story of how our relationship started.”

Lucy stares at them for a long moment. “Kara?”

“...yeah?”

“Don’t you dare lie to me ever again. I knew Lena would be the one to make the first move,” Lucy huffs disbelievingly.

“Hold on, I’m the one who offered to stay, so wouldn’t that make me—”

“Nope.”

“Why not? Who makes these rules?”

“Whoever initiates the first kiss is the one going after what they want,” Lucy says with a firm shake of her head. “I don’t even need to ask about your sex life. I know.”

Kara’s never felt more confused in her life; she’s still reeling over the nonchalance Lena delivered with the end of their “story,” but she’s still sane enough to sputter,

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lucy only pats her hand sympathetically. “I’m telling Winn you threw up on Lena when she tried to kiss you,” she says. “I still need to win that bet.”

Kara is still trying to figure out what they were talking about when they leave. Frankly, she feels like she should be offended.

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Their exploration of the town is cut short.

Everyone decides to embark on their own adventure for the afternoon, so they head back to the beach house to prepare. Alex and Maggie plan to take Jamie to the aquarium; Lucy decides she’ll go tan by the shore; James and Winn opt for a boat ride; J’onn and Eliza go for their own walk through town together.

That leaves Lena and Kara alone in the house. Together.

Kara is too nice to leave Lena by herself. Lena suggests that she join Lucy instead, but Kara assures her she’s content here.

Lena takes the opportunity to try to get some work done. She sits at the kitchen table and tries—pretty unsuccessfully—to connect her phone hotspot to her laptop.

But then Kara turns on the TV. And then she turns off the TV. Then she goes upstairs and presumably starts working out; Lena hears constant thuds for at least fifteen minutes before that, too, petters out. And then she comes back downstairs and turns on the TV again.

Boredom must win out eventually. When Kara turns off the TV next it’s because she decides to sit beside Lena. “Were you able to get it to work?” Kara asks, and Lena just humors the awkward question.

“No, this reception is terrible,” she replies. “You would think, with what I pay this phone company, that it’s not too much to ask for decent service.”

“Do you want to take a break? Come to the beach with me?” Kara says. This question comes out in a rush, and Lena arches a curious eyebrow in response.

“Lucy is still out there, isn’t she?”

Kara deflates. “Uh, probably. I guess I can go find her.”

And at the way Kara shrugs it off—like she had never expected a yes—something twists in Lena’s stomach.

Lena resolutely closes her laptop. “Well,” she says, “I could actually use a break. See what all the fuss is about this beach.” She refuses to be the asshole any further. Not when this is the least she can do for Kara.

Kara breaks out into a smile. “You don’t have to…” she starts, because she’s that kind of person too hesitant to let on she’s glad.

“Just give me a minute to change,” Lena interrupts. “I’ll meet you by the door.”

She actually didn’t bring anything to swim in, so she takes her least favorite bra and a pair of shorts before throwing a sundress over it. She locates a pair of strappy sandals Kara probably wouldn’t approve of, but it’s not like Lena owns a pair of flip-flops, so it’s as good as it’s going to get.

True to her word, Kara is waiting by the back door. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Lena almost takes her phone with her, but stops herself before her hand falls on the table. “So will we be joining Lucy, or…”

“Maybe later,” Kara says, and tugs a baseball cap on her head. “I want to take you somewhere first.”

The place is a way’s walk, so Lena forces herself to try to find some positives about the situation. The sun is warm, the sea is beautiful…she stops on the word.

Kara called her beautiful earlier. Lena’s thankful for her sunglasses because she can stare at Kara as much as she wants as she tries to figure out why. Kara had said it so matter-of-factly it was almost like…

She has to stop there too. The only reasonable explanation is that Kara’s a better actress than she thought.

It’s just been a while since anyone called her beautiful. No one ever has, really, if she thinks about it—not the way she wants to be called beautiful. Veronica was never much for waxing poetic like that.

Lena resists the urge to sigh. It’s pathetic that this is the closest thing she’s felt to butterflies: a random compliment from a girl she’s not even interested in. From a girl she would never be interested in.

If Lex could see her now…oh he’d have a laugh, that sadistic bastard. She kind of misses him, actually.

An interruption to her inner monologue comes in the form of Kara suddenly taking her hand. “Watch your step,” she says, “there’s a lot of loose sand here.”

Lena dutifully lets Kara lead her down a snaking path, squeezing between two large rock crevices that lead down to a small patch of beach. They’re good at this, she thinks. Holding hands. It’s not as awkward as before.

Kara stops right before they arrive, breathes deeply in for a prolonged moment. She lets go of Lena and throws herself onto the sand like it’s a bed, stretching her arms over behind her head with a satisfied sigh.

It continues to mystify Lena just how comfortable Kara is with anything. She treats the damp, gritty sand beneath her like it’s a cloud, treats the water lapping at the edges of her feet like it’s a massage, treats this enclosure of untouched sand and water like it’s a garden of eden.

Lena makes her way along the rock ledge, casting a skeptical glance at what appears to be a cave. “Is this safe?”

Kara props herself up on her elbows, giving no indication that she’s bothered by the sand biting at her elbows. “That’s always been empty,” she says with a nod towards the cave. “Don’t worry.”

“Well as long as there aren’t bats, or anything,” Lena says. She gingerly takes a seat in the sand near Kara, inwardly bemoaning how she’ll have the feeling of sand burned onto her skin for days. “So what is this place?”

“Alex and I found it a few years back. No one really comes here except us.” Kara hugs her knees to her chest. “It’s nice, isn’t it? If you want a quiet place to think this is the spot.”

“And is that why we’re here? To think?”

“No.” Kara gives her a curious smile, amusement tickling at the edges of it. “I’m trying to share the parts of my life you don’t know. This is one of them, that…sometimes I need time away from people to clear my head.”

“I understand that,” Lena says slowly. She does the same thing, but doesn’t say so out loud. “Thank you for telling me. I feel like I don’t make enough of an effort to ask.”

“That’s okay. You’re doing great with my family,” Kara says, then seems to rethink the proclamation. “Well, as best as anyone can, considering…”

“...considering they think I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?” The self-deprecating tone always creeps in even when she tries not to let it. Lena’s trying to work on that.

“They don’t think that. They’re not that kind of people.”

“It’s alright if they think I’m terrible, you know,” Lena says. “This isn’t real, so it’s not like there’s any harm done.”

“I know, but it’s not very nice of them to act like this with you,” Kara says. “They weren’t like this with…” And then she trails off, startled, and never finishes her sentence. “You know what, I-I think I need to get into the water! Yeah. Too much sun. Be right back.”

Kara scrambles to her feet and takes off, falling into the crashing waves without a moment’s hesitation. How odd, Lena thinks, and then she, too, stands up.

She slips off the sundress, admittedly a bit self-conscious as she makes her way down towards the ocean; the idea of joining Kara seems much too vulnerable for her comfort when she really thinks about it.

Before she can make a hasty retreat, Kara notices. Her jaw falls and, a second later, she seems to find her voice. “Ms. Luthor, w-what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to be spontaneous,” Lena says, gritting her teeth in anticipation of freezing water as she makes her way to the edge. “This is how that works, right?”

“Uh, yeah, but don’t you hate that?” Kara starts swimming towards her, a worried crease to her brow forming that makes Lena feel like an idiot.

“You’re the one who told me I need to pretend this is a vacation,” Lena says stubbornly. “This is part of it, right? I mean—fuck, that’s cold!” She nearly topples over at the first icy touch of the ocean, and Kara makes a grab for her but thankfully is too far to touch her.

Then Kara does something curious. She laughs, but not unkindly. As Lena remains frozen only halfway to her waist, Kara swims close enough to be in earshot but not to close to splash her.

She pushes her wet hair behind her ears and smoothly stands up, brushing away droplets of water that collect on her collarbone. “Thank you,” Kara says. “For coming with me.”

Lena isn’t sure if she means to this patch of beach or to the trip, but she softens all the same. “It’s you that I should be thanking,” she says. “I haven’t been very fair to you. I’ve—I’ve really asked too much of you.”

Kara shakes her head. “I think we need to reevaluate what’s happening,” she says. “Can we just agree not to punish ourselves over this? So you don’t have to feel guilty about something I agreed to do, and I won’t get angry with my family over something that’s not real.”

“If I may?” Lena’s mouth twists into a small, apologetic smile as relief floods her body. “I do think your sister is being a bit harsh on you. That’s why I want you to know that you can leave our agreement anytime, I…I don’t want you to lose her over a stupid thing like this.”

“I know she’s harsh on me, believe me,” Kara sighs. “But her worry, and everyone else’s worry, it’s not coming out of left field. I understand why they’re upset.”

Lena wrings her fingers together unthinkingly; it’s a nervous tic. “Well, like I said, I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” she says. “And say whatever you want me to say. Just as long as I don’t interfere with your family.”

“Thank you.” Kara gives her a much more genuine, touched smile. “And you can get out if you want, you know. I don’t mind.”

“Oh thank God. I’m freezing.” Lena wastes no time in inching her way out of the waves, again to the sound of Kara’s laughter.

(When they leave, they make the trek up towards the house once again holding hands—for the sake of practice, of course.)

For the first time since she let (or, really, pressured) Kara Danvers into her life, Lena gets the sense that she can make a friend. Or at the very least reach a mutual understanding between acquaintances, which Jess would count as a win in any case.

She should’ve expected this peace couldn’t last. When she and Kara arrive at the beach house for lunch, everything decides to go absolutely wrong.

It starts innocently enough. Jamie can’t stop going on about stingrays, Winn freaks out about his grilled fish still having its head attached, Maggie sneaks a splash of tequila into everyone’s lemonade; it’s the kind of behavior that Lena might expect from a normal family.

But then the topic of Lucy’s being single comes up.

“Hey,” Lucy argues, “it’s not that I’m not trying. I went on a date like, two weeks ago.”

“And were they lame?” Maggie asks. “No judgement, but I feel like you have shit taste in men. Please tell me you went on a date with a woman.”

“I do not have bad taste in men! I dated James in college, don’t forget.”

Maggie shakes her head. “So the date was a man,” she says. “I’ve officially lost all interest in this subject.”

“Not all of us get a chance at a meet-cute with a hot teacher in a coffee shop,” Lucy says, sticking out her tongue in Maggie’s direction; Maggie in turn makes a show of winking at an amused Alex. “Have some compassion here, Maggie.”

“When you think about it, we all had pretty great meet-cutes,” Winn says. “Alex and Maggie at a coffee shop, James and I at Kara’s apartment...and Kara and Lena at Luthor Corp! Wait. Was it a meet-cute? Did you two have some connection at first sight?”

“Obviously not,” Kara says. “That would be unprofessional.”

“Your whole thing is kinda unprofessional though, isn’t it?” Winn questions, but not in a rude way; it’s genuinely curious, and he scratches the top of his head thoughtfully. “Sorry. I know that’s not a nice thing to bring up.”

A scoff from Alex makes Lena’s heart instantly sink. “It’s the truth though,” Alex mutters. “I mean, it sounds pretty inappropriate.”

Lena’s hand balls into a fist and she wants to argue. She does. But she falters because she knows in any other circumstances that she would not be the kind of person to date an employee. Especially not an employee so close to her. (Even though, she rationalizes, Kara really only reports to Jess).

“Are you ever going to let this go?” Kara cuts in before Lena can form a single coherent thought, her voice more tired than it is annoyed. “We’re having a good time. It’s not an invitation to start fighting my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend who’s also your boss,” Alex deadpans. “I’m not picking fights, Kara. I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“Well you don’t need to, thanks,” Kara retorts. “Your daughter is right here, watching you be a—a—” She glances at Jamie and hastily finishes, “A mean person.”

Lena uncurls her fist and hopes that this is the end of it. Without meaning to, she catches Eliza watching her; Eliza looks about as dismayed as Kara is over the topic, which makes Lena think of her own mother and how she would’ve probably just joined in on the argument. She hates to admit it, but she’s kind of jealous that Alex has a mother like that.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t understand what’s going on?” Alex says. “She’s still your boss.”

“For heaven’s sake, Alex,” J’onn suddenly interjects, looking about as uncomfortable with the subject as everyone else. “She’s not marrying the girl. Don’t get carried away.”

Lena watches Alex contritely lean back in her chair, as if the fight has been drained out of her. But Kara stiffens beside Lena as this happens, and without thinking Lena reaches over to loosely grasp at her arm. This is it. This has to end. There’s no way that Kara is going to even entertain the thought of marrying her now.

Alex manages to speak before Kara can. “I’m sorry,” she starts, but then:

“Don’t you care?” Kara interrupts softly, sadly, even as her shoulders tense. “Don’t you care that I’m happy? Don’t you care that you’re ruining J’onn’s birthday with this? All I wanted was a nice family vacation and now you’re just…” She shakes her head, pained. “You’re ruining it. Why did you have to ruin it?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Well I don’t need you to worry about me,” Kara says. “None of you have to worry about who I date, okay?” Then, in a flurry of movement, she takes out the ring —the one Lena had no idea she carried —and when she takes Lena’s hand again, there is a cool touch of metal against her fingertips. “Because I won’t change my mind. Lena and I are engaged.”

The reaction isn't instantaneous; it's slow, delayed to a point that makes Lena sick to her stomach. J'onn’s tired expression melts into regret; Eliza's eyes widen briefly in surprise; Maggie's fork pauses halfway to her mouth; Alex merely stares; Lucy nearly chokes on a mouthful of spiked lemonade. The only person who reacts right away is Winn, who whoops in immediate excitement.

“No way!” he shouts. “You guys are getting married?! James. James, where's your camera?”

James is a step ahead of him, already snapping a picture of what can only be Lena's bewilderment. He’s grinning as he takes it, which only reaffirms the idea that Lena must look like a complete and utter fool at the moment.

J’onn carefully sets his fork aside. “Kara,” he says quietly. “If I’d known…”

“I know.” Kara doesn’t look at him; her eyes are trained on Alex. “Say something, Alex.”

Alex only shakes her head. “It’s your life, Kara,” she says, conveying nothing but disappointment with a simple shrug. “Congratulations.”

With a weak, unsurprised shake of her head Kara says, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be happy.”

“Do you expect me to be?”

Maggie sighs. “Alex, come on. Give her a break,” she suggests, resting a hand over Alex’s.

Alex casts a betrayed look her way and promptly pulls her hand away. “I don’t understand any of this,” she says. “I’m—I’m going to go for a walk.” She stands abruptly, nearly upsetting her chair in the process.

The sliding door is yanked and pushed back in an unceremoniously angry manner, and then all that’s left is silence.

Lena glances sideways at Kara and notices that her eyes are wet. She takes a leap of faith and winds her arms around Kara’s neck in something like a hug; she rationalizes that would be what a concerned girlfriend would do. Kara sinks into the embrace but refuses to cry—Lena can see her struggle not to—and Lena feels an odd sensation of sadness and anger all wrapped into one just coursing through her body.

(She hates that she’s the indirect cause of Kara’s hurt for having subjected her to this.)

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Alex is still gone by dinner.

Kara suspects she’s at their place. Half of her wants to head over there for a confrontation, but the other half of her is content here, sitting through a viewing of Moana in Spanish with Jamie tucked into her side and Maggie singing very off-key beside them.

Poor Lena has been accosted by Eliza, who wants to do nothing but talk wedding dresses; when she found out Lena had been the one to propose to Kara (as per the story), she had insisted that she would give Kara her own engagement ring so she could return the favor. Lena is still trying to persuade her not to do that.

It’s their last night here and Kara already misses it. She loves this chaotic mess of a family of hers; Jamie jumps off the couch to dance to the ending credits of the movie, dragging Lucy and Winn into her impromptu dance party as James sneaks over to Maggie and tops off her tequila-and-lemonade mixture. If Alex were here she would be filming it for blackmail use and it’s...it’s hard to do this without her.

Kara knows this engagement isn’t real. She knows this relationship with Lena isn’t real. But at the very least she would’ve thought her sister, her confidant in everything, would be happy for her. If nothing else, she’d want Alex to be supportive in whatever small way she could handle.

There’s no telling how far this will go. How far will Alex butt into her life and decide she knows what’s best? It’s not her job. Kara resolves not to think about this anymore. She’s clearly in the right here, and if Alex wants to make amends, then she’s going to have to be the one to reach out and apologize. Kara will not chase her.

“Mind if I sit?”

She almost starts before she realizes it’s just J’onn. “Of course,” Kara says, hurriedly shifting a couple pillows out of the way.

J’onn places an arm around her shoulders, giving her a sad, small smile. “I’m really sorry about earlier, Kara,” he says. “Alex was overreacting, and I didn’t expect…” His voice is thick, like it’s near tears, and Kara has to hold her breath to keep from getting too sentimental herself. “I’ve been very unfair to Lena. I admit I couldn’t quite get a good read on her. But I let my worry shadow my happiness for you, and that’s unacceptable.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I don’t want you thinking I’m anything but happy for you two,” J’onn says. “And if she loves you, then she’s family. No matter what.”

“Thank you,” Kara gets out, even if her emotions are teetering on the edge of dangerously relieved-to-the-point-of-tears. “Thank you, J’onn.”

J’onn kisses her forehead. “Well,” he says, pretending to be gruff but smiling through it, “I’d better go apologize to my future daughter.”

Kara hugs him as tightly as she can and doesn’t let him go for a solid minute or two. “Not yet,” she says. “I think she’ll be overwhelmed by all this affection. Let me save her from Eliza first.”

“Good idea. I think she’s just about to give in to your mother’s wishes to escape.”

Kara almost forgets this isn’t real for a second. She imagines a world where J’onn gets choked up by the thought of her getting married, imagines a world where Eliza is excited, imagines…well. Before she’s accosted by dangerous memories that will poke holes into her sanity, she needs to save Lena.

“Mom,” Kara calls—something she usually doesn’t call Eliza but slips out every once in a while—as she joins them at the kitchen table. “Remember, you’re not supposed to overwhelm Lena.”

Kara dutifully takes Lena’s hand to thumb comfortingly over the back of it, and Lena gives her that panicked, tight look that seems to be a recurring tic; at the first touch of her hand, however, Lena seems to marginally relax.

Somehow it feels right to lean in and kiss her. It’s a brief kiss—because Eliza’s right there—and honestly there’s no need for anything beyond a brief kiss.

But it’s also sort of nice. Lena has traded her lipstick for lip gloss so it’s a little sticky, but Lena kisses back so softly and unhurriedly that Kara doesn’t really care. Her hand closes around Kara’s, a light squeeze of their fingers together that’s so faint it’s almost as if it’s just the ghost of the memory of their hands linked together.

When Kara pulls away she almost feels compelled to stare at Lena—at the eyelashes still fluttered over the tops of her cheeks, at the sharp lines of her jaw, at the sheer pink of her lips. Lena’s face is different when it’s not hindered by the moonlight. Not softer, exactly, but the tinge of red-rosed flush on her cheeks is more pronounced and she looks young. Lena is young, and yet…Kara always seems to forget that they’re more similar than she thinks.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Eliza says, startling Lena enough into opening her eyes and definitely startling Kara enough to nearly fall off her chair. Eliza’s smiling, though, the kind of proud, broad smile that Kara knows like the back of her hand.

“Sorry, Mrs. Danvers,” Lena laughs awkwardly. She hastily lets go of Kara’s hand like a child being scolded, but Kara doesn’t even think before she reaches over to take Lena’s hand back.

“She’s just teasing,” Kara says, and Eliza laughs too, but warmly; her eyes are alit with it.

“Oh, I know how young love is,” Eliza says. “You miss someone even though you saw them half an hour ago. I’ll leave you to it.”

True to her word, she goes; Kara doesn’t know why she has to bite her lip before she asks,

“She wasn’t too overbearing, was she?”

“No,” replies Lena quickly. “Your mom is really nice.”

“Okay.” Kara’s prepared to leave it at that, but then Lena’s catching her eye and she looks so regretful that she waits to see if Lena will acknowledge what’s on her mind.

It takes her a while. But Lena, seemingly at war with herself, can’t help but say, “I’m so sorry. About…this rift I’ve caused between you and Alex.”

“Golly, no, there’s no rift,” Kara says. “Alex and I will be fine. We always are. But like you said earlier, she’s…a little hard on me.”

“I just don’t want to ruin your family,” Lena says. “You have such a nice family, I-I don’t know how I can fix this.”

“This isn’t your mess to fix,” Kara assures her. “It’s Alex’s, so, don’t worry.”

Lena accepts that with a tentative nod of her head. “I suppose I understand where she’s coming from,” she says. “My family has never been the warmest, but Lex and I have always protected each other. It’s just my luck that your sister has decided I’m the one you need protection against.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Kara’s beginning to notice that Lena does that a lot—throw some self-deprecating edge to her words. She isn’t quite sure how she’s meant to process that information.

“I imagine you would be the same way for her,” Lena says thoughtfully; Kara assumes she’s thinking about Lex. “So I don’t mind.”

Kara shrugs. “Maybe you’re right,” she admits. “If she announced she was engaged to the school’s principal I guess I would…ask why.”

“But less rudely?”

“But less rudely,” Kara agrees. “Hey, you know what? We’re bonding. You’re understanding me already!”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you have a good heart, Ms. Danvers,” Lena says, regarding Kara with a curious glint in her eye. “Though I do think I’m beginning to understand you.”

“In a good way?”

“I’d say so,” Lena says, and they lapse into silence for a few minutes; Kara wants to ask about Lena’s relationship with her brother—if it’s anything like her and Alex’s—but doesn’t. Lena is more concerned with tracing the crevices of the chipped kitchen table anyhow.

Kara clears her throat. “I’d better ask J’onn to come over,” she says. “He said he wanted to apologize, so…”

“Wait.” Lena’s head snaps back up. “I’ve been thinking.” The indecisiveness in her eyes explains her hesitation, but then she repeats, “I’ve been thinking, and—well, we have an arrangement, don’t we?”

“Uh…yes?” Kara says, not sure if she’s missing something here.

“And when two people are in an arrangement it should be mutually beneficial,” Lena continues, worrying her bottom lip as if she’s hesitant to continue. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’m not sure I follow,” Kara says. Her mind is already running a mile a minute trying to imagine what Lena Luthor has that Kara could benefit from; no concrete thing comes to mind.

“Like I’ve said, Ms. Danvers, you’re helping me out in a tremendously big way,” Lena says. “I don’t feel comfortable letting you do this for me if you don’t get anything out of it.”

Kara is about to let her earlier revelation slip out when she remembers that it’s a bit unfair. Lena Luthor has offered her something, and she says as much:

“It’s an honor to help you any way I can, Ms. Luthor. I just want to help.”

“Pretend I’m not your boss,” Lena persists. “I’m sure if one of your…friends, for example, asked you to do something so dire you would ask for something in return.”

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “No one’s ever asked me to marry them before.”

Lena sighs. “Is there really nothing?” she says. “If not money, a promotion? I know you’re unhappy where you are.” She sits up a little straighter, obviously emboldened at the idea. “When we get back I’ll have Jess find a position for you in marketing. Or accounting, if you’d prefer.”

“No, I don’t—I don’t want a new job,” Kara says, confused. “Jess is a great supervisor. I’m learning a lot from her.”

“But being an assistant isn’t your calling, is it?” Lena asks, and there it is: that quizzical Lena Luthor brow, arched in a confusion of its own. “What inspired you to apply to my company?”

It’s a question that Kara doesn’t want to answer. It’s really a loaded question, but Lena doesn’t know that.

She aims for an abridged version. “I guess I’m not really passionate about taking calls,” she admits. “But this job…it was safe.”

“Then what are you passionate about?”

And under Lena’s expectant gaze, Kara is forced to sheepishly admit, “I’m not actually sure.”

Maybe it’s the way Kara avoids her eyes, or the way her embarrassment makes itself known in the burning heat of her cheeks, but Lena draws back.

“I’m sorry if I’m pushing too much,” Lena apologizes. “If don’t want a different job then we can take the offer off the table.”

Kara knows Lena is curious about what she’s hiding. She is ready to blurt it out—ready to tell her about Mon-El—but her mouth can’t form the words.

“I don’t need anything out of this arrangement,” she settles to say instead. “Really. But thank you for offering.”

Lena frowns. “Nothing at all? Nothing for your family, even?”

“I mean, not unless you’re willing to give Cat Grant an exclusive interview for Winn…”

“Consider it done,” Lena says, already whipping out her phone to, presumably, text Jess about this new addition to her schedule.

A flare of panic rushes through Kara. “I-I don’t want to take advantage, Ms. Luthor, so if it’s something you don’t have time for—”

“Kara. Need I remind you that I am taking advantage of you? At this point I’m sure HR would fire me personally,” Lena says. “Let me help you in any way I can. It’s the very least I could do.”

“I thought going on this trip was the least you could do,” Kara laughs, weakly, trying to keep from squirming under the intense way Lena continues to watch her.

“Just about everything I can do for you is,” Lena says, still quite serious. “I think I may forever be in your debt if this works out.”

Kara winces. “I-I don’t—”

“That wasn’t a complaint, Kara,” Lena says, and then, peculiarly, she leans in to kiss Kara’s cheek. The gentle, fleeting pressure lands on the corner of Kara’s mouth, and then it’s gone; with a low voice, Lena says, “Your Dad is watching us.”

With her fingertip, Lena smooths out the crinkle that Kara knows is still formed between her eyebrows. She forces herself to relax. Tries to remind herself that it’s not a bad thing to help Lena and get something in return for it. Tries to remind herself that as weird as this is, it will only continue to be odd so long as she lets it.

“Thanks,” she whispers, trying her best to smile as lovingly as someone in love with Lena Luthor would be.

“No problem. Now go get your father so we can get another awkward conversation out of the way,” Lena says, with a quirk to her lips that suggests she’s teasing again.

Somehow it does the unthinkable: raise Kara’s spirits just a little. And she realizes that, for better or worse, she’s beginning to understand Lena Luthor too.

Chapter Text

When Lena returns to work it is, at first, like nothing has changed after her weekend away.

Jess greets her with the usual cup of black coffee in hand, drilling off Lena’s agenda with impressive precision; once Lena is situated at her desk, caffeinated and prepared to tackle the first task of the day, there is one miniscule difference.

She thinks about Kara Danvers.

Wonders, really, about what her second assistant is up to. Not in a manner of what job Jess has her handling this morning, but in a more personal sense. She wonders what Kara’s day-to-day routine is like above all else—if it’s different because she has a roommate, or if it’s as quiet and lonely as Lena’s mornings are.

Lena could ask, but…it would be silly. Of course it’s silly. She internally berates herself for even thinking it.

A knock at her door reluctantly pulls her away from her computer. “Jess?”

“Ms. Luthor.” Jess stands at her door, clipboard hugged to her chest. The only break in her professional mask is a troubled crinkle at the side of her mouth, almost as if she’s pained. “A Mrs. Danvers requests ten minutes of your time. I figured you might want to speak to her.”

“Mrs. Danvers,” Lena echoes. “Would that be…Ms. Danvers’s mother or sister?”

“Her sister, ma’am,” Jess says. “Shall I show her in?” The composure of her expression cracks at last; sympathy is written all over her face.

“Yes, that’s fine,” Lena says, unconsciously straightening her posture. “Um. Is Ms. Danvers—” She stops. “Kara. Is she here yet?”

“No, she’s due in the office at eight,” Jess says. “Should I call her and ask her to come in early?”

Lena absolutely will not be that person. She is trying to make an effort, here—and that includes allowing her employees (and her fake fiancé) to come in at a more reasonable hour. “No, of course not,” she says. “Just…call Mrs. Danvers in.”

Jess briskly nods. “Right away.”

There is barely a moment to prepare before Alex Danvers arrives, hands tucked into her jacket pockets in an almost sheepish manner. Jess informs Alex that she has ten minutes—no more and no less—and tells Lena she will come directly afterward to prep her for her board meeting at ten.

And then she leaves them alone. Lena is still sitting awkwardly behind her desk; Alex has to cross the room to stand before her. Normally Lena would be the first to speak if someone enters her office, distractedly inquiring as to the reason of their visit without really listening, but the uncomfortable look on Alex’s face quiets that urge today.

Alex clears her throat. “Ms. Luthor, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something,” she says at last. “I don’t know if Kara told you that I called her last night. No, of course she would, you two are…” She trails off. “Anyway. I’m here to apologize to you.”

Lena clears her throat. “Thank you, Mrs. Danvers, but it’s alright. I understand that you were being protective of your sister.”

“I was,” Alex says, immediately. “But it wasn’t the time or place to address it. I just didn’t want to see Kara hurt again, so…I lashed out. And I’m very sorry for the way I acted.”

Now, Lena is nothing if not a pragmatist. The only logical way to respond would to be accept the apology without question because that is the role she is expected to play: that of the polite sister-in-law. But her curiosity wins out.

“Kara didn’t tell me you called,” Lena says. “Actually, she doesn’t tell me much about you beyond the fact that you’re just protective of her. It must have been for the sake of not hurting my feelings that she didn’t say anything, so let me ask you, Mrs. Danvers—what did you tell Kara last night?”

Alex, to her credit, does not rise to the underlying frustration in Lena’s voice. “I asked her if it was real,” she says. “I asked her if she was really marrying you because she loves you, or if it’s to prove she’s over her ex. And then when she told me she was, I promised her I would come and apologize to you personally.”

Her ex? Lena briefly recalls Kara mentioning that she had been in a relationship a year ago. She can’t imagine why Alex would think Kara wouldn’t be over it by now.

“Well,” is all Lena can say. “Thank you, for doing that for her.”

“Of course.” Alex appears begrudgingly appeased. “No matter the kind of person you are, if you love my sister then—I think I might have been too hasty to judge you.”

Lena crosses her arms, interest piqued. “And how have you decided to judge me now?”

“I’m still making up my mind,” Alex says, curt and honest, and Lena decides that she admires Alex Danvers.

“I admire your conviction,” Lena says. She holds out her hand and continues, “Thank you for stopping by.”

Alex gives her a funny look as she shakes her hand. “Thanks for hearing me out,” she says. “I’d better run. My class starts in half an hour.”

“Of course. Jess will show you out,” Lena says. She’s mystified by Alex, but even more puzzled by Kara. It seems as though she’s not the open book she swears she is.

Jess comes knocking at her door soon enough. “Ms. Luthor? Are you ready?”

“Yes, come in.” Lena takes out the paperwork she’s meant to be studying, but it may as well be nothing but hieroglyphics on the pages. “Jess—I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, but the packet of information you gave Kara about me. How did you…”

“I’ve been your assistant for a long time,” Jess says, unfazed. “I’m very observant.”

“Right. And would you say you are equally observant when it comes to Kara?” Lena asks, carefully, but Jess doesn’t even bat an eye.

“I know some things.” Jess frowns, just the slightest. “Should I push your ten?”

“No. No, I was just…curious.” Lena reluctantly goes back to the paperwork. “Maybe we can revisit the topic.”

Jess nods. “Sure,” she says, then snaps her clipboard to the side. “Shall we?”

Lena resigns herself to her fate: she is out of sorts, and can’t figure out why.

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When Kara gets to her desk, Jess is already waiting for her.

There is a cup of coffee sitting on Kara’s desk that is still warm, and a bag that looks like it holds some sort of breakfast bread, but Jess appears unruffled; there is not one hair out of place, almost as if she hasn’t been bustling around for at least an hour before Kara‘s arrival.

“Kara, I’m going in to take notes on Ms. Luthor’s meeting with the shareholders for L-Tech,” Jess says in lieu of a greeting. “I need you to answer calls.”

“Yes, calls, got it,” Kara says, dropping her bag. Jess is already moving away, so Kara calls belatedly after her, “Um, thanks for the coffee!”

“That wasn’t me,” is the clipped reply she gets. Jess disappears into Lena’s office down the hall without another word—and without a good morning like usual.

It must be an off day for her. Kara shrugs and begins to set up, thinking that she’ll buy Jess lunch later to cheer her up.

Meanwhile…she takes a sip of the coffee waiting for her. It’s more bitter than she’s used to, but really good.

This morning looks like it’s going to be a slow one, so she’s a bit more relaxed as she fixes her headset into place. She’s only just begun to click through Jess’s notes when the ding of the elevator surprises her; Jess hadn’t mentioned another appointment.

Some mannerisms must just run among family, because the rapid click of heels down the hallway is reminiscent to Lena. But it’s Lillian Luthor who approaches Kara, strutting down the hallway as if she owns the building and Kara is helpless to do anything but gape.

“Kara Danvers, I assume,” Lillian says, coming to an abrupt stop at Kara’s desk.

“Yes…” Kara is unsure if she’s allowed to talk to Lena’s mother. She’s not even sure if Lillian is allowed to be here at all. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Luthor?”

Lillian ignores the question. “You’re a hard person to investigate, Ms. Danvers,” she says. “You have no criminal records to speak of. Not even a driving infringement.”

“Well I don’t usually drive, so…” Kara trails off at the annoyed look Lilian immediately dons. (Right, she needs to stop interrupting the Luthor women. No one does that.)

“Rest assured, I know plenty about you anyway,” Lillian sniffs. “Your sister is a kindergarten teacher. Your sister-in-law is a cop. And your mother—why, she’s unemployed, isn’t she? Poor thing. Layoffs in the school district are quite common.”

Kara blinks at her. “I’m…not sure I follow.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. Lillian’s eyes narrow coldly, almost as if she is insulted. “You can cut the act,” she snaps. “Whatever my daughter is paying you, I’ll double it.”

By all accounts, that is an odd sentence to hear. But Kara’s sleepless, early-morning-tired mind seemingly loses the ability to read between the lines, and what she ends up replying is, “Um, that’s a kind offer, but I’m happy working here.”

Lilian smiles thinly, making it clear that she is wholly unamused. “Let me rephrase that,” she says sharply, exactly the same way as she would’ve said let me dumb this down for you. “However much money Lena is paying you to act like her fiancé, I’ll double it.”

A burst of awkward laughter comes out before Kara can stop it. “That’s—funny. Wow, Lena never told me you were funny.”

The thin, cold smile on Lillian’s face twists into a sneer. “Don’t waste my time, Ms. Danvers,” she says. “Are you aware how this will look? My daughter is a fool if she thinks this will work out. When she’s found out she will disgrace the Luthor name, and you—well. I don’t have to tell you that you would be committing fraud, do I?”

Kara resists the urge to admit she knows. After she’d agreed to this she quickly memorized the Immigration and Nationality Act—she has the words “any individual who knowingly enters into a marriage for the purpose of evading any provision of the immigration laws shall be imprisoned for not more than 5 years, or fined not more than $250,000, or both” practically ingrained in her memory.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Luthor,” is what Kara actually says. “But what you’re implying…I hope that’s not an accusation. Your daughter doesn’t deserve the disrespect.”

Lillian narrows her eyes. “Don’t be daft. I know the truth, and if you don’t quit while you’re ahead I will make your life miserable.”

“Well, that’s what I hear mother-in-laws are meant to do,” Kara tries to joke, but it takes a great amount of effort not to sweat underneath Lillian’s withering gaze.

The quip, it seems, only infuriates Lillian further. “Ms. Danvers, I’m not an enemy you want to have.”

“I’m—sorry?” Kara says, slightly panicked, because she’s pretty sure Lena will never forgive her for making a bad impression on her mom. “Can we start over? I feel like maybe we should start over.” She throws out her hand, smiles, and says, “Hi, Mrs. Luthor, it’s great to meet you. You can call me Kara.”

Lillian gives her a withering glare in reply. “Play dumb all you like,” she snaps. “I’ll be waiting for you to come to your senses.” She exits the exact same way she came—heels clicking, head held high.

She leaves behind a business card. Kara uncomfortably pockets it; she doesn’t dare toss it, in case Lena would consider it an insult.

When Jess reemerges from her first meeting, Kara is tempted to ask her what the deal is with Lillian Luthor. She’s tempted to pry, something she’s never been prone to doing. For a second she meets Jess’s quizzical stare and then she’s ashamed; Kara gives Jess an acknowledging nod and then returns to her work without another thought.

Jess, however, is far more perceptive than Kara hoped for. “Has something happened?” she asks. “Have you gotten any troubling calls?”

“No, no, calls have been pretty quiet all day,” Kara is quick to reassure her. “It’s just…um. Lillian Luthor stopped by? And she knows. So I was wondering what you thought about that.”

“That is entirely too cryptic for me, Kara,” Jess says impatiently. “What do you mean she knows?”

Kara swallows. “She knows about me and Lena,” she says weakly. “That it’s not.” She pauses, lowers her voice. “Real.”

Jess sighs. “Frankly, I didn’t expect her to believe this charade. I’m surprised anyone buys it at all.” She narrows her eyes at Kara now, almost as if offended. “Why are you telling me and not Ms. Luthor?”

“Well, I…thought I’d run it by you? See if it was important enough to mention.”

This prompts another sigh out of Jess, even more exasperated than the first. “Kara. I’m not your middleman. You’re allowed to talk to her, you know—she is your fiancé.”

“I know,” Kara says, feeling quite silly all at once. “I just thought…maybe it would be better coming from you.”

“Trust me, it won’t be.” Jess glances down at her watch. “If that’s all? I need to brief Ms. Luthor in about thirty seconds.”

“Yeah, no, that’s all,” Kara says faintly, and after a reassuring (or attempted) half-smile, Jess walks away without a second glance. Kara ultimately decides that it would be better to wait until later; clearly Jess and Lena must be swamped.

Besides, she reasons, Lena probably won’t care too much. It’s not like Lillian Luthor would report her own daughter to immigration.

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There are many unspoken rules of a boss and her assistant that Jess completely ignores.

Lena can’t exactly be miffed; Jess knows how to be a functional person better that she can, and therefore has better judgement on just about everything. So when Lena opens her door Sunday morning to see her assistant standing there, she doesn’t even bother to ask why on Earth she’s there—simply says “Hi, Jess,” and invites her in.

“You look terrible,” Jess says, and the funny thing is that she sounds surprised. “You’re usually more put-together than this.”

“You’ve caught me on an off day,” Lena sighs; she runs her fingers through her hair, which is sleep-mussed and tangled, before she leads Jess into the kitchen. “Thank you, by the way. You woke me up. My day would’ve started far later if you hadn’t.”

Jess frowns. “Are you sick? This is very unlike you.”

“I’m—catching up on missed sleep,” Lena says. Somehow, she thinks saying I’ve been having second thoughts about my fake engagement would be too silly to voice. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“You have no friends besides me,” Jess says, like it’s obvious. “So I’ve taken it upon myself to help you with your wedding planning.”

“I have friends,” Lena counters, but it doesn’t come out nearly as offended as she’d hoped to be.

Jess, of course, completely ignores the weak protest. “I’m sure after the whole fiasco with your mother you’re ready to speed up the marriage process. Are you still going to have a formal wedding, or will it be purely in City Hall?”

It might be the early morning (barring the fact that it’s eight a.m.), but nothing Jess is saying makes any sense and Lena tells her as much. “I don’t understand…what fiasco?”

“The fact that Lillian confronted Kara about the two of you faking your engagement?” Jess says impatiently, and Lena—Lena freezes.

“She did what?” she sputters. “What did Kara say?”

Either her desperation is pathetic or Jess is really over her shit, because all she does is roll her eyes. “You know, it would help if you two talked to each other,” she says.

“Jess,” Lena pleads, and Jess finally takes pity on her.

“Kara didn’t let it slip, don’t worry. I told you, she’s loyal.” Jess helps herself to Lena’s coffee machine as she speaks, an act Lena wisely does not question. “But you two should figure out what you’re going to do now. You have a united front to maintain.”

Lena sits down at the kitchen table and resists the urge to bury her face into her arms. “I always expected my mother to be so…conniving,” she says. “I shouldn’t have let my guard down.”

“We expected there would be complications to this plan,” Jess reminds her. “Now it’s a matter of handling the issue.”

“I should’ve warned Kara,” Lena murmurs, disappointedly, to herself. She’s only half-listening to Jess at this point.

“That is a nice thing to admit,” Jess says, “to Kara, and not to me.” She places her hands on her hips, infamous perplexed expression reading the guilt on Lena’s face like always. “Why is it that you’re both hopeless?” Before Lena can protest (again), she goes on. “I’ll come back tomorrow. I hope you’ll consider talking to your fiancé for once.”

Lena watches helplessly as Jess makes to leave, then belatedly calls after her: “Jess, wait.”

“Yes?” Jess is poised in the doorway, expectant, and Lena knows she ought to be worried about her mother and Kara but all she feels right now is relief. That, and hope, warm in her chest.

“Thank you.” Lena doesn’t even mention that Jess is currently stealing one of her best mugs on her way out. “And, Jess? Are we really friends?”

A break in Jess’s professional stoicism comes in the form of an impossibly soft smile. “For a certified genius, you can be daft sometimes,” she says, which is the best yes Lena has ever known. “Sleep in for once, would you?”

“Alright.” But before Jess can leave, Lena stops her again with, “I’m sorry, by the way. For getting you mixed up in this. I know this is way above your paygrade.”

“I don’t mind,” Jess says, and she tilts her head as if to appraise Lena suddenly. “Don’t feel guilty. If I got fake-married I would expect the same treatment from you.”

“That is a sentence I never expected to hear in my lifetime.”

“Also one I never expected to say in my lifetime.” Jess lingers by the doorway to wave goodbye; Lena doesn’t know how it happened, but something good has actually come from this fake engagement after all. It’s…allowed her to bond with Jess, somehow.

So maybe that’s why she doesn’t call her mother right away. Instead, she dials someone else.

The phone rings three times before a questioning, “Hello?”

“Kara. Hi.” Lena clutches her cell close to her ear to ground herself. “How—how are you?”

“I’m…good?” Kara sounds unsure if that is an adequate answer or not. “And how are you, Ms., uh, I mean. How are you, Lena?”

“I’m well, thank you.” Lena decides to cut to the chase; this awkwardness is unbecoming. “The reason I’m calling, as you can imagine, is because Jess told me what happened between you and my mother. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

Kara is quiet for a few seconds. “Are you mad?”

“What?” Lena frowns at the very idea. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well…your mother doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

An unexpected burst of laughter escapes before Lena can stop it. “I would’ve been concerned if she did like you,” she says. “Right now, she’s convinced you’re the sole reason her nefarious plans aren’t being achieved.”

“Oh. Then I feel kinda better, I guess.”

Lena carefully clears her throat. “Now I suppose it’s time to remind you that if you want an out—”

Kara cuts her off—seemingly unthinkingly—with a swift, “No way.” Then, a beat later, “Um. Because we agreed you would stop suggesting that.”

“Did we?”

“Maybe I imagined that, actually,” says Kara sheepishly. “But can we do that? I promise, I’m here for as long as you need me. I won’t change my mind about helping you.”

Lena swallows, feels her heart thump curiously fast with both guilt and relief. “I can promise not to suggest we call this off,” she says, “if that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Alright then.” Lena is beginning to wonder if Kara is even real. There is no way someone so selfless can exist, right? This is the kind of thing one might see in the movies, never in the real world.

“So…was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” Kara asks.

“Oh, no,” Lena says. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. Have a good day, Kara.”

“Wait—wait,” Kara’s voice wavers in and out of the receiver, as though she is walking with her phone. “Do you have anything to do right now?”

“No?”

“Then…do you want to just talk?” Kara offers. “You can tell me about your morning. Or something.”

Is this what it’s like to make friends? Lena isn’t sure whether to be worried or flattered at such a prospect. Either way she replies,

“I’d like that,” and—somehow—means it.

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Kara has recently begun to text Lena.

It’s a new development and she is working very, very hard not to sound too formal—today she’d even sent a few emojis after her text asking have your parents been driving you crazy with this wedding talk too?

Eliza has made a point of spending more time with her daughters, and of course, that means accosting Kara with endless wedding questions. This morning they’ve met at Kara’s for exercise and a late breakfast, but as always, Eliza finds the time to ask,

“So how is Lena doing?”

“She’s great, Mom,” Kara says. “I’ll be sure to let her know you miss her.”

“You should bring her by more often. She’s lovely,” Eliza says as she starts up the TV. “When Maggie and Alex first started dating they were inseparable, don’t you remember? I saw more of Maggie than I did you.”

“That’s not true,” Alex immediately protests. “Maggie and I barely saw each other.”

“Honey, you forget that I have pictures to prove it,” Eliza says, and promptly steals the beer bottle from her daughter’s hand. “It’s a bit early for drinking, isn’t it?”

Alex groans. “How else am I supposed to get through this?”

“It’s yoga, it’s not torture.” Eliza pats the mat beside her. “If Maggie could make it, she’d already be joining me.”

“Maggie loves you too much to tell you she hates yoga,” Alex says. “Okay, actually she loves yoga too, but I like to pretend she’s on my side.”

“You can humor your graying mother,” Eliza says. “I feel like I never see you girls enough.”

“We’ve all been pretty busy,” Kara agrees. She casts a quick look at her messages, but there’s still no response from Lena. “But we’re here now!”

“Yeah, so you can stop with the guilt trips,” Alex mutters. “Kara, you’re welcome to stop ignoring us anytime, too.”

Kara realizes she’s been staring at her phone while this conversation has been happening. “I’m just—waiting to hear from Lena,” she explains lamely. “You know. Because I can. Since she’s my girlfriend and I miss her.”

Alex gives her a weird look. “Okay,” she says. “Do you have wedding fever like Mom, or is this just a symptom of being lovestruck?”

“It’s…can we not talk about weddings? Personally, I’m here for yoga. I love yoga.” Kara eagerly takes her spot on her mat, sitting cross-legged in preparation.

“Gross,” Alex grumbles, and she begrudgingly takes a seat as well.

Eliza squeezes Kara’s shoulder softly, just to get her attention. “I’m sorry if I’ve been overwhelming you over this wedding,” she says. “I’m just so happy for you, Kara. You deserve to have found love again.”

“Thanks, Eliza,” Kara says, swallowing thickly. “I’m…happy too.” When she dares to glance at Alex, she doesn’t see the disappointment she’d expected; all she sees is a pensive kind of understanding, as if Alex is truly working past her reservations about Kara’s engagement to Lena.

Kara ends up being distracted all throughout their workout. Thoughts are running through her head a mile a minute—guilty ones, about letting Eliza down and about lying to Alex. If Kara were to force herself to analyze why she feels so bad about this, she’d chalk it up to Mon-El and everything that has been keeping her from being happy. But she also doesn’t want to make it out to be as black-and-white as that, either. She’s over him, she’s over what happened, and it should not be resurfacing from the recesses of her mind.

Her phone chimes with a sudden text from Lena. It reads My mother, as you know, is thrilled. Kara is beginning to realize that Lena’s a lot funnier than she ever expected. She has a dry, charming wit that Kara never knew existed.

The waffles are done by the time Kara types, then retypes, her reply. She’d tried the joking route; had almost sent oh yeah, i’m sure she is. Then she’d tried I’m sorry, but it seemed too empty an apology. Ultimately she goes with, my mom will be thrilled enough for everyone.

“Kara, what has you so concerned?” Eliza says.

“Huh?” Kara quickly sets down her phone. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” Alex chimes in, poking between Kara’s eyes without warning. “You have that crinkle.”

“Ugh, the crinkle.” Kara has been betrayed far too many times by her own face, and she sourly bats Alex’s hand away. “It really is nothing, I’m just texting Lena.”

“Oh?” Eliza hums. “What is she up to?”

“Work,” Kara lies; she knows Lena is actually having her own mother over today. “She’s always so busy.”

“Why don’t you invite her over for dinner on Friday?” Eliza suggests. “I’m sure she could do with some time to unwind.”

Kara hesitates. “Yeah, I’m sure she would,” she says, “but she also likes quiet. Alone.”

“She’s part of the family now, Kara,” Alex says. “Friday night dinners are a mandatory evil.”

“Alex Danvers, I am going to pretend I did not hear you say that,” Eliza warns. “How are the eggs coming?”

“Done.” Alex starts plating, and as Kara adds three waffles to her own plate, Eliza corners her by the syrup.

“I know we haven’t made the best impression on Lena,” she says, quietly. “But will you ask her to consider coming by on Friday? We can make it up to her.”

“I’ll ask her,” Kara promises. “I’m just not sure what her answer will be.”

“She’s a nice girl,” Eliza says. “I’m sure she’ll agree.” She takes the syrup pitcher from Kara’s hands to top off her own breakfast, then says, “You never had any qualms with bringing Mon-El by…”

“That was different.” The uncomfortable, itchy pang in her chest has long since dulled, but it faintly re-emerges at the mention of his name anyway. “Can we not talk about it? Please?”

“Of course, honey.” Eliza squeezes her shoulder apologetically. “Now make sure you don’t overdo it on the syrup. Your stomach may be a black hole, but your teeth won’t thank you for it.”

“Mom,” Kara groans for show. “I’m eating healthier now.”

“Until I see proof, I won’t believe it.” Eliza winks, and Kara allows herself to relax.

“Next time I’ll send you a picture of my salad,” Kara swears. “Alex has seen me eat healthy—right Alex?”

“I plead the fifth, I don’t want to be in the middle of this argument,” Alex says. “Come get some eggs before they cool down!”

Marriage talk doesn’t come up for the rest of the morning; Kara’s grateful for that.

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Having a fake fiancé is a process.

There is a certain image that must be maintained, and Lena has agreed that means being seen with Kara in public—it is a stepping stone to formally announcing their engagement to the press, after all. Right now they’ve decided that means taking lunch breaks together.

“What’s good here?” Kara asks, nose buried in her menu. “Would you mind if I ordered chicken tenders?”

“Why would I mind?” Lena says. “It’s your lunch.”

“Well, I mean…you did bring me to a fancy seafood place,” says Kara, sheepishly. “So it’s kind of silly to go for the children’s menu, right? Let me see what else they have.” She lowers the menu somewhat, allowing Lena a chance to observe her as discreetly as she can.

Kara is an attractive woman, objectively speaking. And knowing that she has a kind personality, Lena wonders what could have led to her last failed relationship. She wonders if she’s even allowed to ask.

“This place isn’t fancy,” Lena interjects, as an afterthought. “It’s a standard seafood restaurant, I think.”

“Isn’t seafood inherently fancy?” Kara frowns at something on the menu. “Why are they offering spikes on my food? Are they edible?”

“If you’re looking at the sea urchin, then no,” Lena says. “The spikes are not edible.”

“Huh.” Kara rubs at her chin distractedly. “Well, what do you usually order? Not the salmon, obviously, because you hate salmon.”

“Right.” Sometimes it’s unnerving, the fact that Kara knows so much about her. That, however, falls on Lena—maybe if she weren’t so dependent on her assistants, she might be better at keeping her habits a secret. “Um, I usually order the grilled shrimp. It’s very good.”

“Maybe I should try that, then,” Kara says. She glances up at Lena then, and her frown re-emerges. “Are you okay?”

Lena hastily preoccupies herself with her own menu in order to pretend she hasn’t been staring. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, you looked kind of pale.” Kara worries her bottom lip for a second. Then, “Would it be alright if I held your hand?”

“I…suppose,” Lena says, slightly taken aback. “You don’t have to ask.”

“I know. But I like that we have boundaries,” Kara says simply. When she takes Lena’s hand in her own, it’s done without hesitation; she thumbs over the back of it warmly, and handles her menu one-handed without missing a beat. “Are you getting the grilled shrimp today?”

“I probably will,” Lena says. “I’m afraid I’m not very adventurous with my food.”

“So we shouldn’t split the sea urchin as an appetizer?”

A smile forms before Lena even realizes it’s happening. “Not unless you’re prepared to eat most of it yourself.”

Kara grins. “Most is not all. Does that mean you’ll try some of it?” she says. “Because I’ll order it in that case.”

“I change my answer to ‘you better be prepared to eat all of it,’ actually,” Lena says, and when Kara laughs it’s a relief. Joking with Kara is surprisingly becoming easier, which is nice. “So…I hate to bring this up, but I was wondering if I could discuss the wedding with you.”

“Yeah, always,” Kara says, lowering the menu to give her undivided attention. “Like—what kind of flowers we want, and stuff?”

Lena hesitates. “Not exactly,” she admits. “I was wondering how attached you are to a public wedding. At least, right away.” When Kara only waits for her to continue, Lena inhales sharply and goes on: “Given what transpired with my mother, I thought that we should get married as soon as possible. At least on paper. Afterwards we can figure out where to go from there.”

“If that’s what works best for you then let’s do it,” Kara agrees. “How soon can we get the paperwork in order? I can call the county clerk’s office first thing when I get back.”

“No, I don’t—need you to do that,” Lena says. “I can handle the paperwork. It’s not your job to marry me, you don’t have to deal with the gritty details.”

“Right,” Kara says, a tad sheepishly. She glances down at her menu again, though Lena suspects she does so to distract herself.

Lena resists the urge to apologize. “You can tell your family,” she says instead, a suggestion that is more of an olive branch. “Once we’re married on paper. I’ll also have Jess formally announce it to the press.”

Kara’s brow furrows. “Wait,” she says. “But won’t that mean having to disclose that I’m—” she gestures loosely to her person, then winces. “I guess I’m asking…won’t that make us seem unprofessional?”

“Maybe,” Lena says, “but it would come out sooner or later that you work for me. Jess thinks it’d be better to be upfront about it.” She feels Kara’s hand tighten around hers, perhaps unconsciously. “It’s alright, honestly. We both know the truth, and petty gossip has never hurt me. Unless, of course, you have reservations about the possibility of negative press against you—”

“It’s not that,” Kara interrupts. “I don’t mind either, I was just…worried for you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Lena assures her. “But thank you.” The funny thing is she means it; she is genuinely touched by the idea of Kara caring enough about her image to voice her concern.

The waiter comes by to take their orders at last, disrupting a peaceful moment Lena hadn’t even noticed was occuring. She draws her hand back from Kara’s without delay, pretending not to notice how startled Kara looks at the sudden move. Lena does indeed order her usual; Kara, in the end, goes for the chicken tenders.

“I guess I wasn’t feeling as adventurous as I thought,” Kara jokes, and Lena smiles against the rim of her water glass.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Lena says, and this time she is the one to rejoin their hands. She doesn’t mention the knee-jerk reaction she had earlier. Hell, she’s not even sure why it happened; it’s not like she is ashamed to be holding Kara’s hand.

But there is something about the way it feels—private, almost intimate—that nearly makes her give in to that shame all over again.

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When Lena shows up to Danvers family dinner, Kara thankfully greets her at the door.

“You didn’t have to bring anything,” Kara insists, but she takes the wine bottle from Lena’s hand nonetheless. Lena is relieved; she was afraid she’d have to hide it somewhere among the roses or something to get Kara to accept the gesture.

“Thank you for having me over,” Lena says, trailing hesitantly behind as they make their way inside. “Your apartment is nice.” That is a bit of a lie; Kara’s apartment is small, with eclectic decor and questionable furniture. It is certainly not a place Lena would have envisioned for Kara.

Kara leads Lena into the kitchen, absentmindedly calling over her shoulder, “Really? You like it? Lucy has a thing for artwork, so the decor is mostly her thing…” She sets the wine down onto the counter, triumphant. “Guys! Lena’s here!”

It is then that Lena realizes the kitchen connects to the living room, and everyone is already sitting there—Kara’s parents, Kara’s roommate, Alex and her wife and daughter. They all call varying hellos while Lena is pretty sure she gawks in response.

After a beat too long, Lena waves rather weakly. “Hello,” she says.

Kara comes up beside her, resting the palm of her hand firmly against Lena’s lower back. “You can sit with me,” she prompts. “Sorry we don’t exactly have…a table.”

“Yeah, whose idea was it to host dinner at Kara’s, again?” Alex says.

“Don’t trash talk my place, Alex,” Lucy scoffs. “We have a perfectly good system here.”

“You two live like college freshmen,” Alex teases, reaching over to ruffle Lucy’s hair. “Good thing Kara is escaping your clutches.”

“Now Lena has to put up with my questionable habits,” Kara agrees, playfully nudging Lena with her elbow. “You ready for that?”

“I’ve managed this long, haven’t I?” Lena laughs, grateful when she gets to squeeze in beside Kara on the couch at last; she suspects she’s trembling slightly, which is never a good look.

“Are you trying to pin your sister’s behavior on me, Danvers?” Lucy gasps. “She’s the bad influence here—she eats Chinese food for all meals.”

“It covers all food groups!” Kara exclaims. Her hand falls to Lena’s knee, a steady kind of pressure, as if to keep her close. “Which is exactly why that’s what we’re having for dinner tonight.”

“Again?” Eliza shakes her head. “Girls, this is why I offered to host.”

“But it was our turn,” Lucy says innocently. “We didn’t want to let you down, Mrs. Danvers.”

“It’s better than having Alex attempt a meal,” Maggie adds. “I think at this point family dinner means family takeout.”

“…thanks for the vote of confidence, babe.”

“Anytime.”

Lena can’t get over how easy the teasing transpires among Kara’s family. There’s never any underlying criticism to the friendly jabs, no other shoe waiting to drop. If this were her family…it’s a given that the atmosphere would certainly be different. If it were her own mother sitting in Eliza’s chair, she would be eyeing Lucy distastefully. She’d probably be dropping a snide comment or two as well, just to show her superiority.

“Lena?”

Another touch to her knee, this time higher. Lena feels the glide of Kara’s fingertips against her slacks, gentle but firm enough to get her attention.

“Sorry, what was that?” Lena says.

Kara smiles, amused. “Tea or water?” she repeats.

Through her embarrasment, Lena manages to get out, “Water’s fine, thank you,” and Kara cheerfully pours her a glass.

“You’re in your head again,” Kara notes, but it’s not said snidely. Just an observation, one Lena can easily deflect if she chooses to.

But she doesn’t. “I’m sorry,” Lena says, accepting the cup and allowing her hand to linger against Kara’s. “I was thinking that my mother would hate this kind of thing.”

“Because your mother…hates me?” Kara guesses.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Lena protests, but Kara is only grinning, reaching out to trace the curve of Lena’s cheek.

“It’s okay, it just means I have to win her over,” Kara says. The way she looks at Lena then—so unabashedly fondly—nearly has Lena leaning in for a kiss.

And that’s…that’s not a thought she should be having. Lena blindly takes a sip of water to snap herself out of it. This is part of the act, she wills herself to remember. Kara is very convincing, that’s all. It has to be chalked up to the fact that her family is watching—and listening, no doubt.

Sure enough: “Your mother hates Kara?” Lucy questions, visibly perplexed. “Really? But she’s so unhateable.”

“She doesn’t hate me,” Kara says. “She just doesn’t like me.”

“That’s…” Lucy pauses like she’s trying to find a nicer way to phrase it. “It’s the same thing.”

“I’m not past the point of no return though,” Kara says. “Right, Lena?”

Lena apologetically grasps at her hand. “Darling, I honestly cannot promise that,” she says, to which Kara laughs.

“As long as you like me.” To anyone else, the way Kara kisses her temple might seem normal, but the nervous glint in her eye lets on how anxious she is about the subject.

Eliza leans forward in her seat. “You know, I’d like to meet your mother, Lena,” she says. “She must be quite the character.”

Lena hastily attempts to salvage her mother’s image somewhat. “She’s not as bad as I might make her sound,” she says. “She just doesn’t…approve of a few of my choices.”

“Maybe we should have her over for dinner next time,” Eliza suggests. “Help her change her mind.”

“That is a very kind offer,” Lena says. “But I’m afraid she’s a busy woman.”

“Too busy for family?”

“You’d be surprised,” Lena says, perhaps a bit more bitterly than intended, because Kara wordlessly—and fleetingly—kisses the side of her head again.

The doorbell rings then, which thankfully takes the attention off of Lena. The arrival of the food has everyone rising to their feet, and Kara says,

“I’ll get you a plate—do you want beef or chicken?”

“Chicken, thank you,” Lena says.

“And do you want white rice? You prefer that over chow mein, right?”

“Yes, I do.” Lena has a long way to go, she thinks, when it comes to learning Kara the way Kara knows her—if someone were to ask which food Kara prefers over the other, she wouldn’t have the slightest clue.

“Great! I’ll be right back.”

Lena smiles after her as reassuringly as she can. Before she can internally berate herself for being so awkward all evening, a sudden, “Lena?” catches her completely off-guard.

She hadn’t noticed that, as everyone went to get food, Eliza had stayed behind. And she cautiously takes a seat beside Lena now, more apprehensive than Lena has ever seen her.

“I don’t mean to spring this on you, love,” Eliza says. “But if there’s any family issues you’d like to talk about…well, my kids say I am a good listener.”

“Oh, it’s not—it’s not that we have issues, really,” Lena says, as upbeat as she can muster. “My mother just isn’t as open with her feelings like you are. And she’ll warm up to Kara, don’t worry. I was joking, it was…done in poor taste, I suppose.”

Eliza places a hand over Lena’s. “You don’t have to explain,” she says. “I just want you to know that you have a family here, too. And another mother, if you’d like that.”

Lena’s breath gets caught in the back of her throat. “That’s—that’s very kind, Mrs. Danvers,” she says. “Thank you.”

When Eliza smiles at her sadly, Lena feels an immediate sharp pang in her chest. How can she do this? How can she put Kara’s family through this? There is a small part of her screaming to confess the truth now—to say no, you don’t want me in your family, to say if you knew what I am putting your daughter through you wouldn’t trust me like this.

The selfish part wins out, of course. It always does. Always will.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Eliza says. “And thank you for being here. I’m so happy Kara has gotten over her reservations about marriage. It’s proof you’re special.”

Lena furrows her brow. “What do you mean?” she says, curiously. She knows she should agree, mindlessly leave it to ask Kara about instead, but a bad feeling begins to brew in the pit of her stomach.

Eliza’s smile falls a fraction. “About…Kara’s previous reservations about marriage?”

“Yes,” Lena says. “She didn’t—mention anything about that when I proposed.”

“Well, maybe by then they’d vanished,” Eliza assures her. “Clearly her love for you was greater than her love for Mon-El.”

“Mon-El?” Lena echoes. “Who is…” She pauses, then shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to gossip. It is definitely not my place to ask you that.”

But Eliza doesn’t seem annoyed at the question, only shocked. “You don’t know about Mon-El?” she says. “I thought for sure Kara would’ve…” she trails off. “It’s not my place to tell, either. Forgive me.”

“No! No, I shouldn’t have pried,” Lena says.

Eliza stands up. “I’d better get in there before they take all the food,” she says. But though she’s joking, her worried eyes break past her casual expression; Lena gets the sense that she has monumentally messed up.

The instant Eliza is gone Lena finally lets herself shake again, clasping her hands together so tightly her knuckles go white. She hates how this feels—hates feeling so powerless when she is used to being stone-cold, used to being unfazed by anything. Suddenly she has a slew of people she can’t disappoint; Kara, of course, falls on the top of the list. And if Kara has reservations about being married, then Lena might very well be the worst person in the world for making her do this.

It’s official: caring for others is nothing short of inconvenient.

Chapter Text

When Lena asks to speak with her before dinner, Kara is positive it means the worst thing.

The question—“Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”—had come out low, hushed, in the very tone that Jess describes as Lena’s “pre-firing” voice. Kara has never witnessed it in person, but she gets a very good idea of what Jess means by it.

But when Kara gamely leads Lena over to her bedroom (apologizing in advance for the mess), she’s not sure what it means when Lena immediately begins to pace. Lena doesn’t even talk at first, so Kara waits. It’s surreal, to be standing in her room with her boss. Lena pays no attention to the heap of unfolded clean clothes on the bed, on the picture frames of varying sizes half-falling off the walls, or on the collection of ornithology books stacked on the nightstand. Kara would be embarrassed about not picking up if she weren’t so worried, so she tentatively takes it upon herself to pick up the conversation.

“There wasn’t anything wrong with the food, right?” Kara tries. “If you don’t like it, I can go pick up something else. How do you feel about Greek food? I know this place two blocks over, it’s a hidden gem. It has some light—“

“Kara?” Lena interrupts, gently. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to ask this. I—I don’t know if it’s even relevant, but…” She trails off uneasily before she finally blurts out: “Who’s Mon-El?”

Kara involuntarily stiffens at his name. “What?” she croaks. There is that feeling again: a kind of pained helplessness, lingering even though there’s no basis to it. It’s more annoyance than hurt at this point, but it never quite goes away.

“Your mother mentioned his name.” Lena’s eyes are searching, inquisitive, but cautious. “Kara, have I pushed you to do something you’re not comfortable with?”

“What did Eliza tell you?” Kara asks. She has no idea what to do with herself now—she settles for hesitantly taking a seat on her bed. Lena, she notes, remains standing.

“She didn’t tell me anything,” Lena reassures her, still pacing as she speaks; her teeth worry her bottom lip absentmindedly, a nervous tic Kara is beginning to pick up on. “I just didn’t know what to say, when she mentioned him.”

“But what about him?” It comes out a bit panicked, a bit too uneasy, and Kara knows it. But she can’t help it, either; she never talks about Mon-El.

“Nothing,” Lena insists. “At least about him.” She comes to an abrupt stop, uncomfortably hugging her hands to her chest. “Your mom said you had reservations about marriage.”

“That’s…not exactly true,” Kara says cautiously. “Maybe in the heat of the moment I swore off the whole idea of getting married, but it’s not something you have to worry about.”

“What does that mean?” Lena sighs. “Kara—I’m making you marry me. You could’ve told me.”

Kara swallows; her gaze falls to her hands, which she hadn’t noticed have been clasped together. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” she says. “I mean—how could I? You’re my boss. You’re…not someone I talk to.”

“I know,” Lena says quietly. “But Kara…this is so much bigger than me. I’m not just your boss anymore.”

This is an opening—a clear indication that Lena is willing to listen. That she is willing to let Kara call this off anytime she wants. But Kara can’t bring herself to do that.

“It’s really nothing,” Kara says. “Marrying you isn’t real, so…it doesn’t matter.” Lena says nothing to that; she only watches Kara with soft but inquisitive eyes, until Kara goes on: “Okay, look. This is…embarrassing for me.”

“Which part?” Lena says patiently. “The fact that your whole family thinks you’re using me as a rebound, or the fact that everyone is worried you’re making a mistake?”

Kara groans. “It’s not about that,” she says. “Just…I used to date a guy, okay? And he broke my heart. It’s cliché and dumb and really predictable, but everyone thinks I’m not over him or something.”

“Are you?”

The question is not surprising, but the way Lena asks it—so brisk, so detached—is. She is not even looking at Kara when she speaks; she is glancing off to the side, arms still crossed tensely.

“Yes, I’m over him,” Kara says uncomfortably. “It’s not like that’s…relevant anyway.”

“Isn’t it?” Lena finally looks back at Kara, and her gaze is heavy. “If you think he’s going to come back—”

“He’s not,” Kara says sharply. Sharper than intended, as well, because it instantly makes her apprehensive over how Lena will react. “He’s, um, married.”

“I see.” If Lena is mad over being interrupted, she doesn’t show it. She glances out of Kara’s window, though Kara knows all she’ll see is the parking lot (and a rather unflattering view of it, at that). “I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

“What?” Kara hadn’t been expecting that. And judging by the way Lena evades her eyes, it’s not something Lena wanted to say either.

Lena finally turns back, and her pinched expression is explanation enough for this change of mind. “I can find another way out of this,” she says. “Really. Thank you for everything, Kara, but this is—it’s too much.”

“Wait.” Kara jumps to her feet. Her hands move, almost as if on their own volition, to Lena’s elbows; when Lena doesn’t move away, Kara keeps them there. “Lena. I already agreed to marry you.”

“And don’t you realize how that sounds?” Lena sighs again, but this time it’s quieter. Heavier. “I don’t want to lie to your family,” she whispers like she’s ashamed, and maybe she is. “They’ve been nothing but kind to me and I don’t want to be the one who breaks their trust.”

“I think we can argue Alex wasn’t kind to you,” Kara tries, but Lena resolutely shakes her head.

“I kept trying to rationalize it,” Lena says. “That you and I could do this so quickly, that we wouldn’t hurt anyone in the process, and that we could divorce as soon as possible. But it’s not that simple.”

“It is simple,” Kara insists. “You said six months. I can give you six months.”

“But it’s not, really.” Lena breaks away, sinks down onto the bed herself; she carefully class her hands between her knees. “You deserve the freedom to find love. I’m completely taking over your life by making you do this.”

“I agreed to this. You’re not making me do anything,” Kara argues, but Lena shakes her head.

“Let’s not lie to each other, Ms. Danvers,” Lena says, and her tone is curt, cold. “Tell me the truth: would you have ever entertained the idea of marrying me if I wasn’t your boss?”

Kara swallows. “Maybe.”

Lena gazes at her impassively, just a touch knowingly, like she has heard everything she needs to. “I just asked you not to lie.”

“I’m not! I’m a nice person,” protests Kara weakly. “If, say, Jess would’ve asked me I would’ve done it for her too.”

“Jess isn’t a good example. She’s more your boss than I am.” Lena rubs her temple, sighs again. “Face it, Kara. I abused my power here. Please, just…let me fix it.”

And for a moment Kara imagines letting her do it. Imagines telling her family she’s not going to get married after all; imagines she and Lena will go back to their separate lives like nothing has happened.

The only thing that pops into her head when imagining that scenario is this: “But you’ll be deported,” Kara says weakly.

“That’s my problem. Not yours,” says Lena ruefully, and when she smiles it’s bittersweet—like she is trying to appear more composed than she feels for Kara’s benefit. “We have let this go on too far already. It was a crazy idea to begin with.”

“It’s a crazy idea that I agreed to,” Kara counters. “Lena,” she says, not Ms. Luthor. “You promised you’d stop asking if I wanted an out.”

“That was an error of judgement on my part. I don’t want—I can’t,” Lena amends, “put you and your family through this.”

“My family’s already in this,” Kara says. She tentatively sits down beside Lena. She pauses to glance down at her hands again, notes how she’s digging her nails in her skin. “If we end this now they’ll ask too many questions, and…I can’t do it again. I can’t just—I can’t tell them.” It strikes her now that maybe she needs this as much as Lena does; that maybe marrying Lena Luthor is the cover she needs for her family to forget about her love life. “Please, Lena. For me—let me do this.”

Lena swallows, and it is audible in the stiff silence. Her jaw tightens once, then she sucks in her cheeks, as if considering—then at last she exhales tightly. “Okay,” she says. “Okay.” She reaches over and places a hand on Kara’s knee, the pressure so faint it’s as if it is the ghost of a touch instead. “Thank you. I’m sorry I…freaked out.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Kara says. “I haven’t told you very much about me, and I know it’s…a lot to deal with.”

“I suppose I’m not used to being in the dark,” Lena laughs, quietly. “This is getting tiring, isn’t it? I keep asking you to do this for me, and then I keep trying to push you away. It’s like I can’t make up my mind.”

“Hey, no worries. Keeps my life interesting,” Kara jokes, and Lena laughs again, then shakes her head—but she finally seems to relax, tension completely melting out of her shoulders.

“We can go outside again,” Lena says. “I promise I won’t be weird anymore.”

“Sure,” Kara says. She almost asks if she can hold her hand on the way, but it seems like that would be weird, and so she doesn’t.

She needn’t have worried; Lena reaches over to link their hands the instant they’re both on their feet.

“From here on out,” Lena says, “I’m all in, no hesitation about anything. I promise.” It’s uncertain whether Lena is promising Kara or herself, but it makes Kara feel better—she squeezes Lena’s hand in thanks.

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“So can I plan your bachelorette party?”

Lena barely lifts her gaze off of the spreadsheets before her. “Very funny,” she says, and rubs at her eyes with a deep sigh. “Why are you still here?”

“Despite your best efforts, I worry about you.” Jess crosses the room to place a bag on Lena’s desk—white, crinkled, like someone had rolled its top many times. “And so does your future wife.”

“What’s this?” Lena slowly peels open the bag. “Why would Kara buy me donuts?”

Jess shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “I saw her pacing outside your door with them, so I put the poor girl out of her misery and took them off her hands.”

“That was kind of her.” A warm, strange feeling settles in the pit of her stomach, and Lena has to close the bag in order to make it go away. She wants to probe further—ask if Kara said anything, or if she gave an explanation as to why she did not enter herself. But instead she says, “You know, our new shortened operation hours extend to you as well, Jess.”

“Thank you. I’m aware.” It is strange how easily Jess has grown into becoming a real friend; stranger still that she is comfortable enough to start drawing the blinds closed in Lena’s office to kick her out of her own building. “So should I call a car, or are you driving home tonight?”

“I will worry about that,” Lena chastises. “Don’t you have anything better to do than babysit me?”

“No, actually. I consider this my weekly charity event,” Jess hums. “Also, I have bad news, so I’m trying to soften the blow.”

“…you should’ve led with that,” Lena says slowly, shoulders tensing. “What happened?”

“Nothing yet, but our PR office drafted an announcement for your engagement,” Jess says. “All we’re waiting on is your confirmation to send it to the press.”

“Oh.” The apprehension fades, and all Lena is left with is weariness. “Is that all? That’s not exactly bad news.”

“You say that now, but you haven’t read it yet. I’ve sent it to you via email—I can wait with you while you read it.”

“I’m not so fragile that reading my own engagement announcement will leave me emotionally compromised,” Lena scoffs, already pulling it up on her screen.

Jess continues puttering about while Lena reads, rearranging objects that don’t need reorganization, and Lena decides she is somewhat grateful for the company. Her engagement announcement is nothing scandalous; it is short, flowery in the lightest sense, and unmemorable. Certainly nothing for Jess to lose her head over, at least.

“Maybe I should hide this,” says Jess suddenly, holding up the bottle of whiskey Lena thought she’d hidden better. “Just until tomorrow.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” Lena says. “This announcement is….well-written. Circumstances aside, I consider it perfectly adequate. Unless you think otherwise?”

“It’s fine, sure,” Jess sighs. “But are you prepared for this? The scrutiny? You’re about to spill blood in shark-infested waters.”

Lena prepares to draft a response to her PR team, but pauses with her fingertips on the keyboard. “That’s quite a violent metaphor,” she says. “I prefer to imagine it more like ripping off a proverbial band-aid.”

Jess pushes the whiskey bottle back behind the stack of molecular biology books in the bookshelf. “Whatever you need, after this,” she says. “I’m here for you.”

The corner of Lena’s mouth twitches into a smile. “Except whiskey?”

“Well, that goes without saying.” But Jess slowly smiles back, and it strikes Lena that she rarely sees Jess smile enough.

Lena emails her reply to the PR team with renewed energy, and within ten minutes she rises from her chair. “One of these days we need to get a drink together,” she remarks. “Not to drown our sorrows, of course—I would hate to disrupt your acts of charity.”

“I would like that, Ms. Luthor. Thank you,” Jess says.

“Oh, please, Jess. Only call me Lena from now on,” Lena implores. “You and I have developed as unprofessional a relationship as Kara and I have—we can drop the formalities.”

Jess regards her suddenly with an amused look. “If anyone is clinging to formalities, it’s you,” she says. “I’ve known you a long time, Lena. You spook very easily.”

“Do I? That’s news to me,” Lena says.

“It’s the truth—you are a creature of habit. Change has never been your favorite,” Jess says. “But we’re friends now, after all. You can stop looking guilty every time I stay late to check up on you.”

“Then I suppose it’s my job to stop staying so late,” Lena says, carefully slinging her purse over one arm and using her other to cradle the donut bag. “I do appreciate it, Jess. Very…very much. Thank you.”

“I know.” And Jess smiles again, already propping the office door open. “By the way, I was completely serious earlier about planning your bachelorette party.”

Lena scoffs. “Oh, that’ll be the day,” she says. As if I have enough friends for such a thing, she thinks bitterly. Out loud she says, “That would be a waste of money.”

Jess clicks her tongue. “Well, I’m not bluffing,” she says. “I already have some great ideas.”

“I am going to ignore all of…that, and offer you a ride home,” Lena says. “I can even bring an extra car around.”

“Not yet,” Jess says, pausing at her desk to grab her own bag. “I believe you owe me a drink. One.”

Lena raises an eyebrow, but sets a steady pace towards the valet parking. “I don’t appreciate your tone, Jess. Do you think I’m an alcoholic? Is that why flyers for AA meetings in my area just happen to land on my desk?”

“I am not legally obligated to answer that, so I will…not.”

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“It’s official—you are now replaced!”

Kara props herself up on her elbows mid-crunch, twisting her head in search of Lucy’s voice. “What?”

“I’m kicking you out,” Lucy announces, hanging her keys up on the wall. “Sending you packing, pushing you out of the nest. You get the idea.”

“You found a prospective roommate?” Kara abandons her workout routine, swinging around into a cross-legged position. “Already?”

“James’s sister Kelly is moving to town, and he said she’s looking for something cheap while she settles in,” Lucy says. “She has furniture, Kara. Like an actual kitchen table.”

“Wow,” Kara raises both eyebrows, “you’re willing to trade me for a table?”

“For a kitchen table? Hell yeah I am.” But as Lucy drops down onto the couch, her toying grin slowly fades. “God, this is real, huh? You’re really…getting married.”

Kara wipes the sweat off her brow and attempts to smile. “Sometimes I can’t believe it either,” she says, which isn’t a lie. At least not completely.

“You know, among all of us, I honestly bet on Lois being the next bride,” Lucy says. “That hunk she’s dating seems like the traditionally monogamous type.”

“The country boy?” Kara is half-listening, half-typing; she is sending Lena a message that says lucy found a replacement roommate. After a lengthy moment to ponder, she adds a :( at the end. Immediately after hitting send she regrets it, and tries to take it back by texting fyi thats not a frowny face bc it means we have to move in together now!!! its a frowny face because lucy is replacing me and im really going to miss her.

“You remember the one…I forgot his name. Glasses, buff, lots of plaid.” Lucy snaps her fingers. “He tagged me on Instagram a few days ago. Let me check.”

Lena texts back I know what you meant. It’s okay. And then she adds, Is it strange to say I look forward to living with you? I haven’t had a roommate in ages.

Kara beams at her phone. This is progress, she thinks, but what she replies is: I look forward to living together too. bonus carpool privileges !!!

A laughing emoji flashes two seconds later. An actual emoji. That little yellow face fills Kara’s chest with a bright, pleasant warmth like no other. (Honestly, Kara didn’t know Lena knew how to use emojis).

“What are you doing?” Lucy eyes Kara curiously. “Ooh, you must be texting Lena Luthor. Gross,” she says, but she’s grinning. “Already celebrating the fact that you’re leaving this dump?”

“Hey, I love our dump,” Kara says, tossing her phone aside to stretch her arms overhead. “I know you love it too.” She stands up, intent on getting a shower, and pauses to scoop up her phone in case Lena texts again.

“Strong words, Danvers.” Lucy yawns, briefly shutting her eyes. “Damn, I’m exhausted. Should we have a Gossip Girl marathon tonight? Nothing puts me to sleep better than rich white girl problems.”

“Sure,” Kara says, because that’s their tradition: Lucy picks terrible television, and they pick it apart or get drunk (or both).

“Let’s order in, too. Salvadoran food?”

Kara agrees to that too—she can demolish a whole stack of pupusas any day—and then leaves Lucy to order while she showers.

The quiet gives her some time to really think about this development. Moving in with Lena is a step they have to inevitably take, but it will be strange no matter what; Kara likes to believe that they’re friendly enough now, but it’s one thing to have mutual respect and another to physically share a space with someone. It will take some getting used to.

But all worries aside…getting to know Lena more is always a good thing. For their cover, of course! And in a general, polite sense. Obviously.

Kara’s phone rings as she is getting out. Lucy will kill her later, but she pauses to answer it—hair dripping onto the carpet—because Lena is on the other end.

“Hello?”

Lena wastes zero time with pleasantries. “Hi, Kara. I’m sorry to disturb you, but I sent you an email with the PR announcement of our engagement,” she says. “Would you mind giving it a quick read? My PR head is pushing for me to give her the approval to send it to the press.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Kara says awkwardly, deciding this is a call she needs to take into her room. “But you can send it without my approval. I trust your judgement.”

“You do?”

“Of course,” Kara replies, and there is a pause on the other line until Lena hesitantly continues:

“Alright then, I’ll inform her immediately. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Kara almost asks is that all? because she is sure Lena has better things to do than talk, but her stupid mouth forms a different question: “So…you mentioned something about not having a roommate for a while?”

“Oh, I don’t even know if it counts, but Lex and I had an apartment together back when I was in college,” Lena laughs, one of those quiet laughs that errs on the side of embarrassed; Kara thinks it’s a really cute sound. “He was fun to live with, but a nightmare with chores. He actually hired a maid because he couldn’t stand washing dishes.”

“If Lucy had the funds, she would definitely have done that too,” Kara says, and this time when Lena laughs the sound is remarkably light.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t have a maid anymore,” Lena says. “In fact, I rarely spend time at home. It’s…not very lived-in.”

“That’s okay,” Kara replies unthinkingly. “We can always get some new stuff to spruce it up a bit.” She pauses once her words sink in and hastily reconsiders, “I mean, only if you want to of course.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “That sounds nice,” she says. “You are more than welcome to decorate any way you like.”

“Are you averse to decorating in a way you would like?”

“Not necessarily…” If Kara had to guess, she would wager Lena is smiling. “I suppose I’ve always been too busy to decorate. But I’m amenable to change.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” says Kara proudly, and then she feels like a dork for saying it. “Anyway!” she coughs. “How are you doing? How’s your night been going?”

“Alright, thank you. How has yours been?”

“Pretty good,” Kara says decidedly. She almost says because I learned we’re moving in together, but doesn’t; maybe that might be a tad too overbearingly chipper. “Lucy and I are ordering pupusas. Oh golly, I guess I have to warn you that I’m not much of a cook.”

“Neither am I,” Lena admits sheepishly. “Jess spends far too much of her working day ordering food for me.”

“Hey, that’s something we can say brought us together—our love of takeout!”

“Oh yes, I’m sure that will win the interviewer over,” Lena jokes, and Kara revels in the fact that this is normal. They can make jokes now! And it’s not weird! (At least, overwhelmingly.)

A loud thump against the wall makes Kara jump (and the next door neighbor to yell shut up!)

“Food is here, if you’re done sexting!”

Kara immediately goes pale. “I am not—” she begins to shout, but pauses to reassure Lena, “I didn’t tell her we were sexting, I swear.”

“Don’t lie to me, Kara Danvers! I know how relationships work!” Lucy sing-songs through the door.

(Cue another thump, this time on the opposite wall, and a second shut up!)

Lena laughs quietly on the other end. “I’ll let you go, Kara,” she says.

“That’s probably best,” Kara agrees apologetically. “Um, I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Take care.”

“Bye,” Kara says, and she’s left sitting on her bed pinching her towel closed, staring at her blank screen for longer than necessary.

She feels the inexplicable need to smile, and so she does.

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After a month of numerous delays—all legal, not that the fact appeased Snapper any—they finally have an interview date.

Two weeks from now, Lena has to recite perfect information about the woman she supposedly loves. And, strangely enough, she is not put off at the prospect anymore. Learning to know someone, to befriend someone…Lena will take this to the grave, but it feels nice. Despite the circumstances that brought about this situation, Lena is grateful for Kara.

Jess would tell her she is being ridiculously dense. Lena takes small comfort in the fact that Jess isn’t here to witness her now, at the world’s tensest “welcome dinner” in history.

“This is great,” Lex says, either completely unaware of said tension or completely ignoring its existence. “Isn’t this great?”

There are small mercies in this world, and one such mercy is that no one attempts to dignify the question with a response. (It also might be the first time in years that Lena and her mother can actually agree on something.)

“And I have to say,” Lex continues, undeterred, “that it’s nice to finally have Kara here with us.”

Kara glances up at her name and offers a thin, polite smile in Lex’s direction. Just as quickly, however, she goes right back to pushing her salad around her plate.

Lena hadn’t meant to let Kara be dragged into this at all. Family dinners were her own torture to deal with, and when Lex sprung the invite Lena had immediately informed her brother that Kara was too busy to attend. Unfortunately, she had not anticipated that Lex would come to her work and personally invite Kara over…without so much as a warning to Lena. And Kara, too kind to decline (and also not warned ahead of time to decline), had said yes.

“Lex,” Lena warns now, “don’t make Kara regret showing up.”

“What? I didn’t say anything insulting, did I?”

Time cannot seem to move fast enough. Lillian gestures for the butler to pour another glass of wine without so much as a verbal (or nonverbal) thank-you, and Lena watches as Kara tracks the gesture curiously. How pretentious we must seem, Lena thinks, and she pushes her own glass of wine away.

“So,” Lex speaks again, seemingly taking it upon himself to drive all conversation tonight, “when can we officially start wedding talk? I know I’m going to be best man, of course—”

An involuntary scoff slips out from Lena’s mouth. “Oh, as if,” she says unthinkingly, and Lex laughs brightly.

“See how mean she is to me?” he tells Kara. “I don’t suppose you need a best man instead.”

Kara smiles much more genuinely at that. “Sorry,” she replies, “my sister would kill me if I even tried to replace her.”

“Can we trade sisters? Clearly mine has some issues.”

If Lena were less concerned about poise, she would kick him underneath the table. Hard. (She imagines doing so and is instantly soothed by the mental image that inspires.)

Instead she smiles saccharine-sweetly and replies, “You are no angel of a brother either, Lex—or should I remind you of the Cancun incident?”

“Joke’s on you, that story is legendary,” Lex retorts. To Kara he says, “So imagine this. We’re on vacation, and the darndest thing happens…”

As he regales Kara with his (slightly illegal) childhood stories, Lena risks a glance at her mother. Lillian has a white-knuckled grip on her wine glass stem, and looks about two seconds from exploding. At least there is one positive to this dinner; Lena takes solace in the fact that she is inadvertently contributing to her mother’s misery. With that happy thought, she takes a bite of her dinner and even tunes in to Lex’s ridiculous story.

After dinner, Kara politely declines Lex’s suggestion of a late night bourbon, and Lena gladly walks her out. Lex refuses to let Kara leave without a slightly uncomfortable hug, though—Lena can’t shield her fake future wife from all torture, unfortunately.

“So that was…fun?” Kara says haltingly, almost like she is unsure if that’s a total guess.

Lena tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a huffy breath instead. “Can I just apologize for my family—in general?” she says. “I know you were completely blindsided by this, but I appreciate that you humored my brother.”

“Oh, I was more than happy to,” Kara says. She pushes her glasses up sheepishly and adds, “You spent so much time with my family, and I just wanted to return the favor, you know? Not that it’s a whole…quid pro quo situation. But I do want to get to know your family.”

Her first reflex is to reply no, you really don’t, but Lena bites her tongue before she can get all pessimistic again. “Thank you,” she says instead; her therapist would be proud.

Kara smiles, and it is one of her genuine smiles, the kind that makes her entire face light up. “Of course,” she says. “And maybe it’s time we start thinking about the wedding planning. Like, seriously. Alex has even started badgering me about it, and that’s how you know we’re stalling.” She pauses, frowning like a thought has just occurred to her, and then amends, “Well, maybe once we ace this interview.”

Lena exhales through her nose and attempts to smile back. “I’m sure we will,” she says. “Your work ethic has always been admirable, Kara. I know I haven’t been directly involved in most of it, but Jess has said many great things, and…I trust you. ”

“You know,” and Kara’s smile shifts into something lighter, something softer, “I think I finally have you figured out, Lena.”

“How so?” Lena asks, albeit reluctantly; she’s not quite sure she wants to know the answer.

“Every time you’re nervous, you pivot back to professional talk,” Kara says. “Like, you try to distance me by default.” Quickly she adds, “I get it, though. I’m nervous too. This is maybe the scariest thing I’ve ever done, and now that it’s real I…might be freaking out? Just a little. A-and I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty! It’s just—a fact.”

The only thing Lena wants to do right now is offer an immediate out, just like she has wanted to do pretty much every time she so much as looks at Kara. But she knows that she has made a promise, and that is a promise she has to be better at keeping. So all she says is, “It’s a relief to know that I’m not the only one freaking out, then,” and bites her lip apologetically.

“No, we are definitely on the same boat there,” Kara laughs, and she twists around in place somewhat awkwardly. “Well, I should let you go. I have to call an Uber anyway, and your family is inside waiting…”

“Is that how you got here?” Lena immediately reaches for her cell phone. “You should’ve told me you needed a ride. I’m going to call my mother’s driver. He lives in the guest house, so he will only be a minute.”

Kara’s hand shoots out to stop her, and it works; the touch of her slightly cold fingertips over the back of Lena’s hand is jarring on a fundamental level. “No, please, don’t trouble him. It’s so late, and I’d hate to wake him up,” she says, after immediately yanking her hand away like she’s stepped out of line. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll get home safe.”

“I know, but…” And suddenly, there is a part of Lena that isn’t quite ready to say goodbye to Kara yet. That is the strangest development of this whole charade so far—that now she not only tolerates Kara’s company, but she wishes for it. “Let me at least pay for your Uber. It’s the least I can do.”

Thankfully, Kara concedes the battle. “Okay. But I’m paying for your next Uber to make up for it,” she says, and even thrusts out her hand for a handshake to seal the deal in true Kara Danvers fashion. (That’s something Lena can think about, now; that everything Kara does is slightly awkward, slightly dorky, slightly unconventional.)

“Deal,” Lena agrees, knowing that she will never use an Uber service in her life. Kara’s hand is still slightly cold when they shake, but she makes up for it with a completely unfeigned warmth in her gaze. It’s enough to overwhelm a girl, really—to be on the receiving end of such kindness always is.

As the car drives away ten minutes later (with Kara waving goodbye through the window in a completely serious and true-to-character dorky manner), Lena is left standing outside wondering when on Earth she became the sentimental one.

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This is, without exaggeration, the most stressful moment of Kara’s life to date.

She wonders how Lena can be so perfectly composed, sitting with one leg crossed over the other and studying a pamphlet about American citizenship classes with a completely neutral expression. Kara, meanwhile, is sweating through her cardigan and she can’t stop fidgeting her hands in her lap.

“Lena,” Kara whispers, even if they’re the only people in the room, “do they usually take this long?”

“I'm not sure.” Lena calmly turns the page. “If not, it's rather unprofessional.”

Kara nods along. Right, unprofessional. While Kara is literally here breaking the law. “At least the weather is nice today,” she says in an effort to seem normal, but belatedly remembers it has been rainy and dreary all morning.

Somehow, that makes Lena smile; the corner of her mouth curls up ever-so-slightly. “Kara,” she says. “It’s okay if you want to walk out of here.”

“What? No, that's not what I want,” Kara replies automatically.

“You look like you want to.”

“I'm—working through a natural urge to flee. I'm sure you feel the same way.”

Lena laughs, short and stilted, like she isn't trying to. “You're right about that,” she says. “I'm terrified.”

“Really? But you don't look like it.” Kara rests her hands on her knees, leans back to survey Lena quizzically for any hint of terror, but finds none. “You have to teach me how to do that.”

“I've had years of practice.” Lena shuts the pamphlet, tilts her head with a small sigh. “A blessing and a curse.”

“That sounds like there’s a story there.” Kara watches Lena’s smile disappear, gradually, like she doesn’t realize it’s happening.

“You’ve read my family’s files. You know a bit already,” Lena says. “My parents are not the warmest people, so…when I was young, I learned how not to show emotion. It was easier that way.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara says softly. “That sounds like a lot for a kid.”

For a moment, Lena seems to consider the fact—she gets a troubled, faraway look in her eye, but in an instant it vanishes. Once again she is the Lena Luthor that Kara knows from the sidelines: detached, impersonal, poised.

“No more than any other child, I'm sure.” Lena opens the pamphlet again dismissively, and Kara fiddles with the ends of her sleeves and pretends she is studying the ceiling.

The door bangs open and Kara jumps; luckily, the guy shouldering his way inside has his nose buried in a file and doesn't notice. “Morning,” he says. “Ms. Luthor, Ms. Danvers. I’m Agent Lockwood, I’ll be conducting your interview. Hope you two had a safe drive in.”

“Yes, thank you.” Lena stands to shake his hand, and Kara is halfway out of her chair to follow suit when he ignores her entirely and just sits down on the other side of the desk.

“Alright, let’s get started.” Agent Lockwood flips open a different file, stony expression faltering only when he reads its contents. “Are you from Puerto Rico, Ms. Luthor?”

“No,” Lena says, sharing a confused look with Kara at the question.

Agent Lockwood sighs. “Then I have the wrong paperwork,” he says. “My secretary will have to reschedule with you both within the next two weeks.” He shuts his file closed and doesn’t offer any empty apologies, just leans over to his computer in a silent dismissal.

Lena doesn’t move, and so Kara patiently waits until: “Sorry, is there no way you can get the correct paperwork today?”

“Not in time,” Agent Lockwood says plainly. “I have another interview in half an hour.”

Kara bites the inside of her cheek. Lena’s lips thin.

“We submitted everything weeks ago. What caused the mix-up?” It’s a voice Kara has heard many times before: boardroom Lena Luthor, dripping with ice and barely-concealed indignation, yet eerily polite. Kara has never been on the receiving end of that tone, but she can bet everything it’s unnerving.

As expected, Agent Lockwood is visibly taken aback. “It could be a number of things, ma’am,” he says. “I can’t go down the chain to pinpoint where the error happened, but—”

“Why not?”

“It would be a waste of time,” Agent Lockwood says matter-of-factly. “I’m sure you understand. People like us, we have so many responsibilities.” He zeroes in on Lena then, almost daringly. “Am I right to assume your job is contingent on this interview going well?”

Lena smiles coldly. “Is that a threat?”

Oh, golly. “Well!” Kara clears her throat “We are all very busy, I think. Mr. Lockwood, is there anything we can do to expedite the re-scheduling?”

Agent Lockwood eyes Kara as if barely realizing she's here too. “My secretary is right outside,” he says. “She can answer all your questions.”

Before Lena can chime in—and Kara can see her gearing up to it—Kara jumps up. “We will go talk to her then,” she says. “Right? …honey.”

“Of course.” Lena rises slowly, giving Agent Lockwood a curt nod. “Thank you for your time,” she says with the air of someone who certainly does not want to thank him at all, and Kara sweats a little harder.

It's not until they are out of his office that Kara manages to breathe again. “I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I didn't mean to, you know. Talk over you.”

“No, it's…” Lena shakes her head. “I should be thanking you. I was getting carried away in there.” She whips out her phone to tap rapidly away at the screen, and Kara averts her eyes, feels like she is intruding somehow.

The entire silent walk to the car, Kara itches to say something, but doesn’t know exactly what. It would feel an empty gesture to offer any reassurances, so she opts for a safer route:

“Hey, do you want to go get lunch?”

From the look on Lena’s face, one might assume Kara has asked her if she wants to jump off a cliff. “Lunch?”

“I know a great sushi spot nearby,” Kara continues, undeterred. “And it's all you can eat.”

“I should really head back to the office,” Lena says, glancing down at her phone. “Jess thinks we have a crisis on our hands.”

“Okay, but…can the crisis come with a side of spicy tuna?” Kara suggests, and when Lena looks up again, the corner of her mouth is twitching with the effort not to smile.

“I suppose it can,” Lena says, and it's a small win, but Kara takes it. At the very least, it distracts Lena from her phone.

Without it, Lena seems almost uncomfortably out of place, but she also doesn't look at it again. Kara has an inkling this is Lena’s form of compromise, and the idea settles warmly in her chest.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” Lena says distractedly; she has been fighting with using chopsticks for the past five minutes, and has been steadily losing.

“You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal,” Kara adds quickly. “I was just wondering…if your family’s so against you being CEO, how did you end up taking the job?”

“It wasn’t their choice. It was the board’s.” Lena takes a small bite of tempura which she has speared with her chopstick. “I was fully prepared to decline the position, but, well. Here I am.” She wipes her mouth with a napkin, then shrugs her shoulders ruefully. “I had the idea of trying to change the company for the better. Ridiculous, right?”

“Or brave,” Kara suggests, and Lena smiles faintly.

“Time will tell, I suppose,” Lena says, and Kara nods along like she knows exactly what Lena means.

It is the only question Kara dares to ask for the remainder of lunch. Eventually Lena gives up on chopsticks and asks for a fork, which she uses to scoop up her sushi with the most delicate precision, still looking vaguely uneasy.

Kara resolutely sets aside her chopsticks and asks for a fork, too. It makes eating harder, but seeing Lena ease up a little makes the world of difference.

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“Catco sent us another follow up on interview status.”

Lena is up to her ears in expiring contracts this morning, and when presented with something as trivial as magazine drivel, her mouth automatically forms the words before her brain catches up: “Tell them not now, please.”

Jess lingers in the doorway. “The PR team thinks it would be great for Luthor Corp’s image,” she continues as if she hasn't heard. “They want me to set up a meeting so they can pitch a few ideas.”

“No offense, but a meeting with the PR team is very low on my list of priorities. I need the head of accounting in here at some point today, though. Can we make that happen?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jess says. “Oh—and your fiancé called in sick, by the way. You know, just in case you two still aren’t talking to each other.”

Lena’s pen freezes over the signature line of one of the numerous papers before her. “Right,” she says, and when she signs, the scrawl of her name comes out more lopsided than usual.

Jess blinks. “Wait. Are you two still not talking to each other?”

“Obviously we’re talking, we just…” Lena trails off. “Can you shut the door?”

Wordlessly, Jess does just that. “Not to judge,” she says after a beat, “but sick days seem like the kind of thing engaged people talk about. I'm pretty sure that's why they put it in the vows…in sickness and health.”

“Well, it's her business,” Lena says. “I don't know if we've reached that stage of…”

“Knowing basic things about each other?”

Lena’s mouth twitches with an involuntary almost-smile. “If we're putting it bluntly, sure.”

Jess shakes her head. “I changed my mind. I'm judging both of you.” She pulls out her phone, expectantly tapping at the screen. “What should I order?”

“What?”

“I know you’re already thinking about sending Kara something,” Jess says, like it’s obvious. “So what is it? Food, medicine, a sense of direction so she stops crashing into the file cabinet every morning?”

Lena bites her lip. Jess is right, of course, but Lena isn’t sure if this would cross a boundary. Kara didn’t even tell Lena that she was sick—would she be fine with a gesture, even if it’s something as small as sending soup to her doorstep? Or would she find it a nuisance?

“I don’t know,” Lena admits. “It might come across as unprofessional.”

“More than getting married would?” Jess says with a light tilt of her head, which…is a very valid point.

“Right,” Lena says. “Well. I can…do it.” She watches Jess blink back at her in confusion, then tries to clarify, “I can send Kara something. You have actual work to be doing, I'm sure.”

“Oh, as opposed to you?” Jess tries to hide it, but her lips twitch at the edges, as if on the cusp of a laugh. “Sure thing, boss.” She taps again at her screen, but this time only to say, “Okay. The head of finance has been scheduled for a meeting at eleven.”

Lena frowns. “I thought I had a shareholders meeting at eleven.”

“No, it had to be pushed to twelve. It will have to be a working lunch,” Jess says rather unapologetically, already used to Lena’s propensity to work through the time anyway. “Any particular requests for the food?”

“Whatever you want to take leftovers of,” Lena says, and this time, Jess does laugh.

“I actually normally let Kara take everything,” Jess says. “She eats like a garbage disposal anyway. Plus, she likes to bribe the mailroom staff to make sure our documents take priority.”

“You’re her supervisor. You should not be condoning behavior like that,” Lena says, though she knows there isn’t a lick of admonishment in her tone.

Jess shrugs. “We’re efficient,” she says. “That’s all that matters to me.”

“I’m sure.” Lena shakes her head. “I’ll let you get to it, then. I should start preparing some talking points with finance.”

“Let me know if you need anything else,” Jess calls over her shoulder, already two steps out the door.

Without her, the room feels entirely too silent for Lena to be alone with her thoughts. She watches the clock tick in a kind of stupor, only broken out of it when her phone buzzes.

It’s a message from Kara. It reads, hi lena good morning. I wanted to invite you to game night this weekend if you’re free? I can pick you up and we can go together. lmk!! At the end, she’s left a smiley face emoji, like she physically cannot send a text without one.

Lena types a careful reply. Sure, I would love to come. Then, after a beat, she squares her shoulders and pens a more risky message. How are you feeling? Jess mentioned you were sick.

Kara’s reply comes swiftly. its just a fever. Im totally bundled up to sweat it out. I’ll be back 2 work tomorrow!

Don’t worry about work. Take care of yourself first, okay? Before she overthinks it, Lena decides she will order Kara some soup after all.

Afterwards, Lena feels remarkably lighter. The feeling only grows when, half an hour later, another text buzzes in:

thank you for the soup ❤️wontons will definitely cure me 🙌

Lena replies, You’re welcome. I hope you feel better soon. When her phone clicks off, she is greeted by the reflection of a soft smile—her own, bizarrely, as if it has formed suddenly (and without her knowledge).

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With their marriage interview pending (and it being still so strange to call it their marriage interview), Kara makes the executive decision that she needs a Lena Luthor cheat-sheet.

“I should know things,” Kara presents her case, “like…what your favorite candy is.”

“You think they’ll ask us about candy?” Lena has been having a one-sided battle with her phone all afternoon, but she looks up at the question, even gives a tired half-smile. “You know I don’t really eat junk food.”

“But you don’t have a favorite candy? At all? Not even for like, a cheat day? I think a favorite candy tells you a lot about a person.”

Lena gives a pensive hum. “Then what does it say about me that M&M’s are my favorite candy?”

“That depends.” Kara taps her chin, pondering the answer in a way that’s only semi-hyperbolic. “What type of M&M’s are we talking about?”

“Just the plain ones,” Lena says, nose scrunching like she’s embarrassed of her answer. “Saying it out loud, I must seem so boring.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a classic! Especially if you throw them into a good trail mix.” Kara admittedly feels herself get a little starry-eyed thinking about a salty and sweet combo of peanuts, pretzels, and chocolate; obviously, it’s a sign they need pastries. “Hold on, let me get us some refills.”

They’ve met at a coffee shop not far from Lena’s apartment on a humid Saturday morning with the idea that after they’ve had caffeine, Lena can take Kara on a tour of her place. Moving in has been delayed by a myriad of things (Kara having to stay at Alex’s to help babysit a sick Jamie, Lena spending long days at the office, a water leak that left Lena at a hotel for days). But finally, they have managed to make it work—or at least, have managed to try.

Kara pays thirty dollars for a black coffee and two cherry danishes—a true sign they’re in Lena’s side of town—and brings her spoils back to their table. “What about breakfast, what’s your favorite?” she asks. “Or is it always what Jess brings you? I think I know. Um…cup of yogurt and seasonal fruit, right? And black coffee, always.”

“Yes, I’m a bit of a creature of habit,” Lena admits. “I assume you’re very different. So far you’ve had two hard boiled eggs, a bagel, a chocolate croissant, and now…whatever this is.”

“Danishes,” Kara says, proudly shaking the pastries out of their bag and onto Lena’s plate which still has half a chocolate croissant which Kara bought her. “I’m a firm believer in a sweet treat for breakfast, but I have balance. I’m not an animal.”

“But do you have a favorite?”

“Maybe sticky buns,” Kara says. “Oh, or cinnamon rolls. No, wait, breakfast burritos. Or—it could also be pancakes.”

“I’ll go with ‘everything,’” Lena suggests with a soft laugh, and Kara grins back, sheepish.

“Yeah, honestly, that works.” Kara takes a bite of her danish and it’s phenomenal. Buttery, slightly tart from the cherry filling, flaky in all the right ways. “This is awesome. Lena, try it!”

Lena takes a small bite, nodding slightly as she chews. “It is very good,” she says, but leaves it on her plate just like the croissant all the same. She is more enthused about the black coffee Kara has brought her, corners of her mouth curling peacefully at the first sip.

“I wish I could bake,” Kara says. “Sometimes I stress bake, but nothing I make comes out good.”

“Stress-bake?” Lena echoes. “Baking in itself is stressful to me. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Well, that’s why it comes out so bad,” Kara reiterates, and Lena laughs.

“I definitely prefer cooking. I’m not much of a chef, but I’m trying to do it more. I just rarely have time.”

“I’m a terrible cook.” Kara winces. “If they ask, we should really say you’re the only one keeping us alive.” Thinking about the interview again makes the air a little tense, and Kara crams half of her danish into her mouth to keep from adding anything else.

“Should we get going?” Lena says, and Kara nods in a chipmunk-like trance.

Lena’s apartment is close enough to walk to, and Kara carries Lena’s purse for her. Lena is wearing high heels, so Kara offers her arm for Lena to cling to without asking. Immediately, Lena takes her up on it.

“Do you have a doorman?” Kara asks. “I’ve always wanted to live in a building with a doorman. I think it would be really cool.”

“Unfortunately not—I think doormans are a lost relic of National City.”

“Darn,” Kara says. “I’ll just have to be your personal doorman. You know, in exchange for the fictional dinners you’re cooking the both of us.”

“They don’t have to be fictional,” Lena chuckles. “I can try to cook, if you don’t mind. It would be nice, actually. As a roommate you’re already going to be doomed to be my taste-tester.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Kara says, and Lena squeezes Kara’s arm a little as she stumbles on a crack in the sidewalk, and somehow this all feels…exceedingly normal. Like they’re actual friends, now.

Lena’s apartment building is exactly how Kara pictured it: tall and expensive. There’s no doorman, but there are two security guards posted outside, and one guy gives Kara a once-over like he isn’t sure whether to turn her away or not. Thankfully, Lena is right there, guiding Kara in by her arm without letting go.

The inside of Lena’s actual apartment makes Kara’s look like a closet. It’s huge, with three bedrooms and a giant open kitchen and connected living room. The TV alone is about as big as Kara’s bed. The couch, white and sleek and artsy, definitely wouldn't survive the way Kara lives. There’s even a small balcony with enough space for a full-length table and several chairs, even if they don’t look like they have ever been touched.

For a moment, all Kara can do is stare. “Lena,” she finally sputters, “how do you not get lost in here?”

“It’s a lot for one person, I know,” Lena says. “I had my realtor pretty much find the soonest available unit anywhere. This was the earliest lease she could find.”

“Lucy will die when she sees this,” Kara says dazedly. Then, quickly: “Um, I mean, if it’s okay for her to visit.”

“Of course it is.” Lena draws open the blinds a little as sunlight breaks through the clouds, and it illuminates the shyness of her expression as she elaborates: “We’re going to be roommates, after all. This is your place now too.”

Kara swallows. “Cool,” is all she manages to get out, because suddenly this is all so surreal. Never in a million years could she have imagined this is where her work life would have taken her.

“We can change everything up, too,” Lena says. “I can hire an anterior designer, and…” She trails off at Kara’s bewildered stare. “Would that be too much?”

“I think an anterior designer might be a bit out of my budget,” Kara says. “Just a little.”

Lena exhales. “I’m sorry. I promise I’m not an obnoxious rich person all the time—just when I don’t know what to say.”

Kara cracks a smile. “Ms. Luthor, are you nervous?”

“I thought we agreed on Lena.”

“Lena,” Kara corrects herself. “You don’t have to be nervous, you know. I think—well, if you don’t think it might be too unprofessional—that we could be friends. After all this.” A beat. “During all this.”

“I’d like that,” Lena says, and she looks down when she says it, her cheeks going pink. “I'm sure you've noticed by now I don't really have many friends.”

“Well, I’m…happy to be among them,” Kara says. “And I promise, I will try very very hard to call you Lena. Since it's your name, and everything.”

“Okay,” Lena laughs, and Kara smiles back, and everything feels like it’s going to turn out just fine.

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“So I have a few ideas for your bachelorette party.”

Lena doesn’t bother trying to conceal the immediate roll of her eyes. “You will not be anywhere near a bachelorette party for me.”

“Why not? You and I both know I’m the party child,” Lex says. He has been spinning around in Lena’s office chair, obviously drunk at 11:00 AM on a Thursday. Lena has learned to pick her battles with him (read: work while he talks himself sober), and lets him be.

“Well, the issue is moot,” Lena says, “because I don’t want a party.”

“Jess is letting you get away with not having a party? I would have assumed she set it up in your calendar by now. ‘Eight to ten terrify the masses, eleven to twelve thirty get a stripper’ sort of thing.”

“That’s not in her job description.” Lena rubs at her temple, far more dismayed at the sight of the latest email from finance than hearing the word “stripper” out of her brother’s mouth. Luthor Corp has taken a hit from a few shareholders backing out of their contracts, which will likely mean more layoffs. And of course, it’s all going to go back to her—the heartless CEO sending her own people packing.

Everything that’s been happening lately has led Lena to re-examine her perception at this company. Maybe a CatCo interview wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world…or at least, the way Jess keeps framing it, maybe it would make her seem more human.

“—and if you think about it, the cost of renting a tiger would pay for itself when you consider the possibilities—”

Lena’s concentration breaks briefly, and she has to pause and blink at whatever tangent Lex has talked himself into. “Lex,” she interrupts. “Why are you here, again?”

The chair comes to a dizzying stop. “You invited me here,” Lex says.

“I did nothing of the sort,” Lena objects, bewildered.

“Yes, you did. You sent me a picture of us from our old roommate days, which is clearly a sign you miss me dearly.”

“That was me being nostalgic.” Lena frowns. “Kara’s going to move in soon. I haven’t had a roommate in so long, it’s strange to think about.”

“She’s more than a roommate. She’s the love of your life!” Lex exclaims. “I mean, she is the love of your life, right?”

“R-right.” Lena stumbles on the word a little, caught off guard. “No, definitely.” She has to stand up and pour herself some water, suddenly parched out of nowhere.

“Are you two going to have a housewarming party, at least? I know a guy.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Lena says. “I would prefer it be something just between us.” And because there’s no telling what the whole “tiger” business is about.

“Then there has to be a bachelorette! Lena. Can I at least host your rehearsal dinner?” Lex, for once, looks quite serious about the idea. It’s for that reason and that reason alone Lena says,

“Fine, you can host a rehearsal dinner. But if there’s any strippers or tigers involved, you will be banned from the wedding.”

Lex springs up from his chair. “Great! Is Jess around? I’ll need her help, of course.”

“If you bother Jess about this, you will be banned from the wedding twice,” Lena informs him flatly, and Lex just grins.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get an assistant slash best friend of my own on the case.” He makes his way out in a flurry, pauses only at the door to say: “Being engaged looks good on you, by the way. Maybe I need to try it out.”

“Goodbye, Lex,” Lena says, waving him along, and Lex throws her a final wink before taking his leave.

The room is much quieter without him gone. Lena sips her water, takes another look at her email, and promptly shuts her computer off.

She finds Jess at her desk outside, whisper-shouting into her headset about the shipping team needing to “count their days.” When Lena walks up, Jess puts up a finger for her to wait. “Frank, I’m needed on another call. Please fix this. If not, you can kiss your break-up service goodbye.”

Lena mouths, “Break-up service?” and is mildly alarmed when Jess only shakes her head.

“Yes, Frank. Uh-huh. Send me your progress before EOD, please!” Jess removes her headset with a disgruntled sigh. “Sorry. What do you need? Finance told me you’d probably be busy all morning.”

“Unfortunately, I probably will be,” Lena says. “But I wanted to tell you to go ahead and organize the…interview with CatCo.”

“Really?” Jess raises her eyebrows. “Just like that?”

“As long as it’s tasteful, and we can vet all questions,” Lena says, “I…guess it could do us some good. I made a commitment to it, anyhow. I might as well go through with it sooner than later.”

“Wow. Kara must really be rubbing off on you,” Jess says approvingly. “You got it, boss. I’ll see how fast I can get it going.”

“It’s not because of Kara,” Lena says. “I mean, I know I agreed to it because of Kara, but…it is a good idea. Positive press, and all that.” She looks down at Jess’s desk, suddenly unable to meet her eyes. “If it even is positive.”

“Hey. You’ll be fine,” Jess says. Then, firmer: “We will be fine.”

Lena tries her best to smile. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she says. “And I hate to ask, but, who is Frank and why are you his breakup service?”

Jess places her headset back on. “That’s between me and Frank,” she says, and offers absolutely nothing else.

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Agreeing to move into Lena’s apartment is nothing. But packing? Packing to move into Lena Luthor’s apartment is a very, very daunting task.

“Why do you own so much shit?” Alex asks around a mouthful of pizza. She’s been “helping” for all of ten minutes, and so far she hasn’t deigned to get up from the couch at all. “And are you sure you own that many candles? I’ve never seen you light a candle.”

“She’s right,” Lucy chimes in. “What if they’re mine?”

“I’ve never seen you light a candle either,” Alex says, and Lucy narrows her eyes.

“Um, who lives here, Alex? You or me?”

Kara ignores them both, and decides she will set aside the candles for donation if they’re causing that reaction. “What about the potholders?” she wonders aloud. “Technically Eliza bought them for the two of us as a housewarming gift…”

“Do you even need anything for a kitchen? A big fancy CEO like Lena probably has a chef or something.” Alex’s voice contains no barbs or disdain, just amusement—and Kara breathes.

“I like to cook,” Kara says. When both Lucy and Alex level her with blank stares she amends, “I could like to cook. Eventually.”

“I'd pay to see that,” Alex laughs.

“Okay fine, my cooking is limited and it's probably going to stay that way. But Lena says she wants to cook more, so…”

“She does? Hey, family dinner at Kara and Lena's next,” Lucy says. “Maybe Lena will make a chef out of Kara yet.”

“That would be a miracle—I've seen her mistake a bottle of Jameson for avocado oil in the kitchen. Weirdest eggs she ever made.” Alex shivers.

“I was drunk!” Kara protests. “You can’t hold that against me forever.”

“It was eight in the morning,” Alex says accusingly. “I will always hold it against you.”

Lucy starts humming Brittany Spears, holding out her arms for Alex to pass her the pizza box, and Kara is hit with a pang of melancholy. She is going to miss this so much. Maybe not the teasing, but. Lucy's company and Alex dropping by regularly will surely not be constants in her life once she moves in with Lena.

“Kara,” Lucy says, snapping Kara out of her thoughts. “Looks like you need this more than me.”

Kara accepts the chilled beer bottle when it is pressed into her hand, offers an absentminded smile as thanks. “Probably because I'm the only one doing any packing here.”

“It feels more like you're stealing half my stuff, but whatever,” Lucy says. “How big is Lena’s apartment anyway?”

“Her bathroom is bigger than our entire apartment,” Kara says, and Lucy whistles.

“You should set me up with one of her rich friends,” Lucy says, “as thanks for being the best roommate you've ever had.”

“I actually don't want her to divorce me before we even get married, so I'm going to have to pass.”

Alex sits straight up, nearly upsetting the pizza all over Lucy's lap. “Wait, hold on,” she says. “So you’re moving in together before you get married, but have you actually done any wedding planning?”

“Well…no,” Kara says. “We have lots of time to do that, right?”

“Can I help with wedding planning? I love those catalogs,” Lucy says dreamily.

“You do?” Alex looks at Lucy like she's grown two heads. “You don't seem like a romantic.”

“What? How do I seem to you?” Lucy asks, more perplexed than she is aghast.

“Like a workaholic…with bad taste in beer.”

Lucy frowns. “I'm kicking you out,” she says. “This is now officially my place, and Kara has no veto power.”

Alex leans forward. “I want to see your lease first,” she challenges, and Lucy mimes hitting her with the pizza box.

“I should've asked Eliza to help me pack,” Kara grumbles under her breath, and decides to leave Lucy the potholders. (And the candles). She takes a swig from the beer, inwardly bemoaning the task before her. At this rate, she'll be packed in two years.

“Hey, lovergirl,” Alex beckons Kara back. “Are you okay? You haven't eaten anything yet. The world must be ending at this rate.”

“I'm trying to actually clear my stuff out of here, come on,” Kara groans. “Hopefully by, you know, this century…”

“That can wait until after food,” Lucy prompts, waving the pizza box. “Don’t stress yourself out. I'm sure Lena will accept all your junk with open arms.”

“Except the Jameson bottles,” Alex says. “Maybe don't cook her breakfast until after the wedding.”

Kara accepts a slice of pizza, but for once in her life, greasy cheese and semi-charred pepperoni doesn't work to entice her away. “You are both mean, awful people,” she says before stuffing the pizza into her mouth anyway.

“This is us being supportive,” Lucy says. “Alex, pass me another beer, will you?”

It could be worse, Kara admits to herself—and marriage can't be any harder than packing up her life, in any case. Probably. Hopefully.

Kara’s phone buzzing is a welcome reprieve. She and Lena have been texting each other back-and-forth all night, trading questions and answers about each other. So far Kara has learned that Lena is a Scorpio, that her drink of choice is an old fashioned, and that mystery novels are her weakness. It’s nice, to learn these little things about her. To understand what makes Lena Luthor tick.

But unfortunately, there’s no text from Lena waiting. There is an email waiting for her instead, and in an instant, Kara’s good mood vanishes. The subject line only reads, “Congratulations.” And it’s from her Aunt Astra.

“Oh, shit.”