Chapter Text
Ch1
Fuck everything.
Alex was the potty mouth Danvers. Eliza and Kara always told her to stop, but it was no use. Eliza would never admit to it, but she slipped. When a plate fell or glass broke, an almost silent “shit” would crawl from their moms mouth. It made Alex laugh. Mom was human too. Mom cursed just like the rest of them.
Fuck everything.
Kara laid unconscious in the DEO med bay. Bloody. Bruised. Broken. There was such an eerie silence as the medics worked on the superhero. A silence that made the agents skin crawl and stomach turn.
The tube slid down Kara’s throat like butter. As air entered her lungs again she watched a medic stick a needle in her sisters arm for a transfusion.
It his Alex like a freight train. The trauma. The fight. Supergirl’s powers were gone. Kara, in this moment, was human. They would have to treat her as a human, while her biology still wasn’t human.
“Transfusion is being rejected.”
“Winn, send someone to get my mom. Supergirl’s powerless. Its all hands on deck,” Alex shouted. “Her blood isn’t human. We need Kryptonian blood- at least something close to it.” Alex stated staring at Mon El. He’d been watching from through the glass. His face worried from the day as he held the hand of his… wife the whole time.
Alex really didn’t want to ask anything from Mon El, but what choice did they have? As if understanding, he walked into the chaotic room.
“We’re going to need led needles.”
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Its been two weeks.
Lena Luthor sat at her processing what happened.
Supergirl was a hero. One in which she’d helped many times, associated with. The fights were always brutal but, being honest with herself, nothing was quite as gut shattering as watching Supergirl fight this new villain. Now, two weeks later and there was no word of National City’s heroine.
Kara Danvers had been MIA before the fight and hasn’t shown up since. Calls and texts were ignored, but a quick ‘she’s not feeling well’ from Alex was a way of asking for space. She’d tried to see her, help in whatever way she could, but Alex continued to send her away.
Sam had been flakey as ever with new excuses every day. National City was in a scare. With Supergirl out of commission and no news of her return, people were in panic mode. If things weren’t bad enough, James Olsen hasn’t left her alone since their kiss and she’d done her best to ignore him.
Lena had given up on work a few minutes ago, taking some time to sit on her balcony. It’s a nice day in National City. Skies are clear and calm. She can’t seem to get her mind off the fight. When Supergirl and the other woman crashed, it was so loud, she could barely hear James clearing the street. The fist fight looked so simple, but sounded like metal battering rams hitting concrete. Supergirl looked so dazed. It was only when she had told people –kids- to back away that Lena felt the reality of the situation.
The blood that ran down Supergirl’s face was the only indication she needed. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t a fight the hero could win. Pride and hope made her get up again, but Supergirl was done. Lena could feel it in her gut, her soul. It was a good fight. It just wasn’t enough. No one wants to see their hero fall. As Supergirl’s limp body fell from the roof of a building, hope was lost.
The next thing she knew, Alex Danvers, along with other government agents, were loading Supergirl onto a gurney. A literal bloody broken mess. Alex looked scared and desperate as they packed into a van. Just like that they were gone.
Two weeks later.
Silence.