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I stomped into my loft as I grunted. Snapper's been assigning me puff pieces ever since I started my job as a reporter at CatCo. I set my keys next to my purse on the kitchen counter. I grabbed my laptop and sat on my couch to work on my article.
An hour later, my article was finished and sent to CatCo. for editing and I was sitting on my couch, watching Orphan Black. My white corduroy pants and blue button ups switched in favor of light grey sweatpants and my favorite National City University hoodie. Delphine had just been shot in the gut as I sat there in shock. I was brought back to reality to the sound of my phone ringing. I glanced at my phone to see that an unknown number was calling me. Hesitantly, I answered and brought my phone up to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Kara Danvers?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“I'm Sam Arias, you don't know me but I knew Lena.”
“Lena as in Lena Luthor?
“Yeah. I have urgent news as well as something to give you. Where can we meet?”
“Okay. You can come to my place. I'll text you the address.”
“Great! See you then.”
With that, the woman hung up. As promised, I texted her my address. I knew it wasn't the safest thing to do, but she knew Lena and that's all that matters. I hadn't heard from Lena in three and a half years, so I was desperate to find out anything about what she's been doing and why she left so suddenly.
I decided to order some pizza and potstickers from Noonan’s. Soon enough, there was a knock on my door. I grabbed a twenty dollar bill from my purse and went to answer the door.
“Hey, Dave!” I said, as I took the small box of pizza with a bag of potstickers from his hands. “Hey, Kara.” He said, as I handed him the twenty dollar bill.
“Keep the change.”. He said his thanks before walking away. I sat at my kitchen island and devoured the bag of potstickers. I left the pizza for when Sam came over.
Just as I was throwing away the bag, I heard three knocks on my door. I quickly cleared my hands if crumbs and hurried to answer the door. In front of me stood a short woman wearing faded jeans and a plain gray hoodie. Her brown and black hair was tied into a ponytail.
“Hi! You must be Sam.” I said as I further opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.
“Hi, Kara.” She said as she walked in and Ied her to the kitchen island. We sat across from each other over the box of pizza. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I said as I pulled two plates from a cabinet and set one in front of myself and Sam. I set one slice of pizza on each of our plates, not wanting to embarrass myself by eating half the pizza. “Oh, right. Uhmm… I don't know how to say this…”
“Why? Is it about Lena? Is she okay?” I asked with concern in my voice. “No, she's not,” said Sam with a small amount of sorrow in her voice, but her expression neutral. My face dropped along with my slice of pizza at hearing those words. “She was found dead in her office yesterday.”
“No.” One of my worst fears had become true and I couldn't stop myself from crying. All of these years of praying and hoping Lena was alive and well just to find out she was well and then find out she was dead. I buried my face in my hands as Sam hugged me. “I'm so sorry, Kara.”
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It was now late at night and Sam and I had moved to the couch somewhere in the process of crying and sharing stories about Lena together. I didn't really now Sam, but I felt some sort of closeness to her, probably because she and I knew and cared for Lena.
Sam lifted her left hand to look at the time on her watch. It must've been really late, because she gasped rather loudly before letting out a sigh. “Shit! It's three in the morning! I'm so sorry, Kara. I have to go. I have a meet–”
I cut Sam off with a tight hug. “It's okay. Go.” I said, before releasing her. She walked over to the kitchen island and retrieved a small wooden chest she had come here with. She walked back over to the cough and sat down. “This is for you” she paused when I raised my eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised, “From Lena.”. She handed me the chest, along with a small golden key on the lid. The box seemed hand-carved, covered with intricate swirls and lines that faded at the center of the lid. Words in beautiful script covered the center that read, ‘ Kara Danvers ’. The center of the chest was wrapped in gold, and at the front of the chest, embedded in the gold was a lock that looked like something from medieval times.
“What’s in this?” I asked, as I traced the beautiful curves of the wood. “No one knows. I found it on her desk at L-Corp, and when I saw your name on it, I took it so I could give it to you.” she said to me as she walked to the door of my loft. I was itching to open it and see what secrets it held, but I figured whatever was inside the chest was something to be seen in private.
Sam said goodbye and waved at me as she closed to door to my apartment, leaving me alone in my loft once again. Although I was dying to see the contents of the small chest, I decided to try and sleep so I could look at whatever the chest held when I was somewhat refreshed. I turned off the lights inside my loft and headed for my room, too tired out from crying all night to brush my teeth, I jumped straight into bed. I thought of every single memory I’ve had with Lena, both as Supergirl and as Kara Danvers as I drifted to a peaceful sleep.