- Supergirl (TV 2015) (10)
“What does Kara Danvers want?”
Kara gives him a quizzical look. What an...odd question. She honestly isn’t sure if William is actually expecting an answer right this minute and she supposes that it really doesn’t matter—she has none to offer him.
Kara figures out what she wants
“I do know you.” Supergirl’s voice is soft and tender, a contrast to the wildfire that blazed in her blue eyes. “And you know me. Look at me, Lena.” Lena complies, locking gazes with Supergirl. “Really look at me.”
Lena notes the pleading tone in the hero’s voice and takes a moment to look deeply into those bold, azure eyes. Even though they’re intense, even though they’re filled with an anger Lena has never seen before, they’re also familiar. Why is that? This kind of familiarity comes with knowing someone intimately. She doesn’t have that kind of relationship with Supergirl, it’s strictly business.
No, there is only one pair of blue eyes Lena has spent what feels like a lifetime staring into. And with a breathless gasp she realizes, she’s staring into them now as well. They’re darker than normal with a hint of mischief, anger and wickedness but they’re still her eyes.
Kara is Supergirl.
AKA Kara comes into contact with red kryptonite instead of harun-el during season 4
Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)
26 Sep 2021
Kara’s eyes widen as she watches Lena chant something else and the yellow ochre aura grows, mirrored in the thin ring that rims Lena’s irises.
Neither of them move. They can only stare in awe and slight disbelief at the light pulsing in Lena’s steadied palm. The physical manifestation of her magic, so stable and powerful and tangible leaves Lena stunned. She laughs, a little breathless and still a bit shocked but she’s happy too.
“See?” Kara whispers directly into Lena’s ear. “It’s always been inside you.”
Kara is struggling with being back. Lena is struggling to make sense of her new gift. Turns out they are the answer to each other’s problems.
Kara’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Really?”
“Well try not to sound so shocked Ms. Danvers.”
“Actually it’s Zor-El,” Kara says and suddenly her back is straighter, she’s carrying herself with an almost regal air that’s not quite Supergirl and definitely not the clumsy reporter. Lena almost pouts when Kara jumps to her feet and extends a hand to her. “Kara Zor-El of Krypton.”
Lena smiles, stands with one crutch tucked under her armpit and allows a warm and powerful hand to engulf hers with a tenderness she didn’t know possible. “Lena Luthor of Earth.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Kara grins.
Lena rolls her eyes but dammit she’s grinning too. “Dork.”
“Lena,” Kara says so softly but Lena can’t turn around, can’t be met with those intense blue eyes, with the specks of gold fibres caught in them lest she crumble like a house of cards.
“Don’t leave,” the blonde insists, still standing so very close but leaving a respectful gap. “I’m sorry if I upset you with the dancing. I’ll turn the music off and we’ll just go back to cooking dinner. Lena, please. Stay.”
AKA The evolution of Lena’s relationship with dance over the years.