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    When Kara's interrupted by a stranger in a bookstore, she finds herself swept up in witty conversation over coffee as they debate reading habits, completely enraptured by the beautiful woman who spouts poetry, is brazenly confident and just a little bit cocky.

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    “Oh,” Eliza murmured, realisation and no small amount of amusement dawning on her face. She let out a soft chuckle and reached out to gently squeeze Lena’s arm, blue eyes sparkling with laughter. “Oh, honey, no. We both know I’m not your type.”

    “Oh, I think you might be,” Lena lightly replied.

    Her smile grew strained, almost nervous, and pride bristling slightly. She couldn’t fail at this dare. People usually threw themselves at Lena for the opportunity to give her their number. In part, it might’ve been the fact that she was a billionaire, but she also owned a mirror. It wasn’t like she ever wanted people’s numbers, but it was the simple act of being chased that mattered. For someone like Lena, it was the only time she ever felt wanted.

    “I’m old enough to be your mother, dear. You must be around my daughter’s age. You know what, you should get her number! She’s single.”

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    Dragged to a craft festival by her best friend, Lena expects to have an awful time until she finds herself at a stranger's cider stall.

    Begrudgingly finding herself charmed by the brewer, Lena takes some drastic measures when trying to flirt, and finds herself caught in a white lie.

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    “Is something wrong?”

    “Oh,” the blonde quietly exclaimed, “no, I- well, I just- it’s not very- I mean … I don’t like it.”

    A stony look stiffened Lena’s face as she jerked her chin up slightly. “Oh. Is there something else I can get you?”

    With a weak laugh and a sheepish smile, the woman shrugged, “I mean, do you have anything … normal?”

    “Normal?”

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    “Analysis complete. Results show elevated hCG levels.”

    “No, no, no,” Lena mumbled, icy fear sliding down her spine and coiling in her stomach as a jolt of panic ran through her. “That can’t be correct. It must be a contaminated sample.”

    Scrambling for a sealed test tube waiting on a rack, Lena opened a metal drawer and rummaged through the neatly arranged medical supplies to pull out another packaged needle. Making a tourniquet around her left arm, Lena sat down on a stool and eyed the pale skin at the crook of her elbow, threaded through with bluish-green veins, and tore the needle open with her teeth.

    “Miss Luthor, the sample is not contaminated. Results show increased blood volume, and physical symptoms of your illness coincide with early gestational symptoms of pregnancy. By my calculations, you should be six-”

    “I’m not pregnant,” Lena snapped, her voice breaking as she shot to her feet, needle clutched in her hand and tourniquet slowing the blood supply to her left arm. “It’s- it’s indicative of a uterine infection, or a- a tumour. Ovarian cancer. But I am not pregnant. It would have to be an immaculate conception.”

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