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no one but you (got me feeling this way)

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no one but you (got me feeling this way)

 

It’s not like Kara deliberately sets out to make her life harder than it should be. It’s not her fault that she’s excitable, okay, and she forgets things sometimes and maybe those things should not be forgotten under any circumstances. Maybe those things include, well, housing forms, which as it turns out are super important to submit on time if she wants to not be homeless on her sophomore year of college.

Her sister’s going to give her so much crap about this.

See, Kara spent like her entire break overseas to visit the country she’ll come to rule after she graduates. It’s necessary, and she missed her lands, okay, it’s her parents’ legacy, and it might be little known and it might be not that big of a deal to others but for Kara, it’s everything. So in-between the requisite boring meetings with the guilds and the High Council and making nice with the ministers, she basked in Krypton’s little towns and gorgeous rice paddies and spent her days rubbing elbows with her villagers and had the most fun she had in ages, and all thoughts of college and academics and housing forms and red tapes fell out of her mind.

Which is kind of understandable, really, if Alex didn’t send her reminders literally every other day.

But Alex did, because she takes her role as Kara’s adoptive sister seriously, so Kara has no excuse, and now she’s faced with the whole force of Alex’s disappointed-and-also-frustrated glare.

“Really, Kara?” Alex asks, because the first few dozens of times apparently aren’t enough. “I told you to sort that out ages ago! And I reminded you repeatedly ever since!”

“I know, okay, I know,” Kara says, placating, though she’s jet-lagged and exhausted, and all she really wants to do is to curl up and maybe sleep for the whole semester.

Something that she cannot do because of the very thing for which Alex is admonishing her right now.

Ugh.

“What did the residency manager have to say?” Alex continues her questioning.

Kara groans, dropping two duffel bags on the lawn before sitting down herself. “I don’t know yet. I’m actually on the way to the admin building before you texted that you’re here.”

Alex sets another two duffel bags beside Kara then puts her hands on her hips, looming over her sister. Kara looks up at her, pouting. “Well, go on, then. I’ll watch your stuff.”

“But I’m tired,” Kara whines, wiggling her legs to drive her point home.

Alex rolls her eyes. “You know it’s gonna be worse when night comes and you have nowhere to sleep.”

“Why do you always have to make sense?”

“Why do you keep forgetting important stuff?”

“Okay, low blow, all right, this is the first time.”

“Right.” Alex sighs, exasperated. “Just stand up and sort your mess out.”

“I literally just sat down.”

Kara.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Kara grumbles, reluctantly getting on her feet. “Dictator,” she adds under her breath, though she knows Alex hears her.

She does. “Hey, tone down the sass, kid, or I might make you run drills,” she says in her best Agent-Danvers-with-the-FBI voice, and Kara glares at her, but Alex just raises an eyebrow. “Today, soldier.”

She shakes her head with a smirk as Kara stalks off without another word.

 

                                                               

 

“You’re serious?”

“Yes, Miss Danvers.”

“There are no other available dorm rooms? I could settle for a double, honest! Just, please, can you check again?”

The counselor in charge of sophomore housing just sighs, looking at her with an apathetic expression over a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. “I’m sorry, Miss Danvers, but we checked this thrice already. No other housing will be available until mid-semester, so it’s either you take the one in Pendragon House or you settle out of campus.” She shoves a brown envelope at Kara, containing instructions and other documents for booking Pendragon House, because she knows that Kara won’t take the latter option at all since out-of-campus apartments are way too far and are notorious for their less-than-sound structural integrity.

Kara winces. She’s not really selective when it comes to living arrangements, and she even managed to survive last year’s Hipster Roomies Fiasco (as Alex still calls it), but this is kind of pushing it a little bit.

After all, Pendragon House is known to be the most exclusive student apartment in National City University, normally reserved for the elite of the elite.

And it’s not like Kara can’t afford it, no. Between her inheritance from her family’s aristocracy and from said family’s conglomerate, she’s actually well off enough to have booked the apartment from the start of her university life.

Kara is the last of the Zor-Els, heiress to Krypton and the House of El, and she knows that as far as her bank accounts and her net worth are concerned, she’s an ideal candidate for Pendragon House.

But the thing is that kind of thing isn’t really Kara’s, well, thing.

And it kind of defeats the purpose of her being in National City, which is the opportunity to grow away from all the things Krypton and the House of El have been grooming her for. Sure, she’s claiming her birthright when the time comes, but for now, she’s a Danvers, and she’s supposed to be a regular kid with a regular life. And though it’s not like she’s in witness protection, since she’s allowed to visit her home and her people are aware that she exists and are actively waiting for her, the whole affair is still a bit of a complicated legal mess.

But.

It is what it is, and fine, it is kind of Kara’s fault, she admits that, and it sucks.

She has to move forward though, because as much as she dislikes all the frill and extravagance, she dislikes being bed-less more.

So she fills out her forms and hands over her credit card and the counselor’s eyes bulge out of their sockets when she sees Kara’s record, and well.

Kara just takes the packet and the keys and leaves the stuttering, apologetic girl behind.

 

                               

 

“You do know I’m gonna have to call this in.”

Kara sighs, but she nods at her sister, adjusting her hold on her bags. “I know.”

Alex shoots her a sympathetic glance. “More paperwork, huh?”

“You too,” Kara says, because part of the reason Alex pursued a career in law enforcement is to make sure Kara will always be safe, and now Kara is also part of her adoptive sister’s professional responsibility.

(See: a complicated legal mess. Kara still rues the day her uncle Non decided to wreak havoc on the House of El.)

“And Mom. I’m gonna have to call Mom.” Alex pauses. “And I’m pretty sure she’s gonna rip me a new one when she hears about this.”

“Come on, you’re exaggerating,” Kara tries, but they both know that is not the case at all.

(Eliza Danvers is kind of intense, and she’s going to be pretty upset that Kara’s moving to a conspicuous and thus less safe place.)

(Now Kara is ruing the day she thought she could just leave matters of student housing for last-minute arrangements. She’s never been more wrong in her short life.)

Alex looks resigned. “Then can you please call her instead?”

At that Kara snorts. “Yeah, no, I don’t think so. I do like my life, thank you very much.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“I know.”

 

                               

 

The room assigned to Kara is 4A. According to the packet, she has a roommate, who is not in when Kara finally opens the door.

Alex whistles as they make their way in, and Kara can get behind the sentiment. The place is spotless, the carpet is lush, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling window is amazing. “I can get used to this.”

“I have to get used to this,” Kara says.

“Yeah, what a tragedy.”

“Shut up and help me unpack.”

“Ooh, bossy. You think your new roomie’s gonna mind that attitude?”

“Help me unpack with minimal mockery, please, and I’ll be the one to tell Eliza.”

Alex’s answer is instantaneous. “Deal.”

 

                               

 

“Alex?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think they deliver pot stickers here?”

Alex laughs, throwing a shirt at Kara’s face. Kara splutters indignantly from where she’s sprawled on the floor. “You basically pay them a student’s entire tuition to live here, Kara. I’m pretty sure they’ll deliver whatever you want.”

 

                               

                                                                                        

“So you sure you have everything?”

“Yes, Alex.”

“And you’ve called the moving company to direct your other stuff here?”

“Yes, Alex.”

“Documents signed and delivered properly?”

“Yes, Al—okay, now you’re just messing with me.”

“Glad to see you catching up at last, sis.”

 

                               

 

“Don’t hesitate to call, all right? And if your roommate’s a douche, let me take care of it.”

Kara giggles. “That sounds so badass.”

Alex looks at her amusedly. “I’m a federal agent, Kara. A little respect here,” she drawls.

“Yes, sorry, Federal Agent Danvers, ma’am.”

 

                                                               

 

Kara has been living in 4A for almost three weeks, but she still hasn’t caught a glimpse of her roommate.

It’s not that they’re avoiding each other, though (and to be fair, for them to avoid each other, at least some sort of meeting would have to happen so they can say that the avoidance is justified). It’s just that their schedules do not match up at all; Kara leaves in the morning for her classes and campus paper duties and other extracurriculars that normally run late into the night, and when she gets home, her roommate is already out and would return after Kara is gone again.

And so the roommate remains elusive, and thus faceless, and Kara is getting kind of suspicious.

So she sends her sister a quick text.

huff-le-puff danvers: so what do i do if my roommate is a vampire

Alex replies after five slow minutes.

alexpecto patronum: kara it’s 3:30 in the mORNING OK GO TO SLEEP also vampires aren’t real we’ve been through this when you were like 7

huff-le-puff danvers: that was years ago okay

huff-le-puff danvers: and how do i explain why she’s never home at night

alexpecto patronum: maybe she’s nocturnal.

alexpecto patronum: night classes in ncu are a thing

alexpecto patronum: also what

alexpecto patronum: you mean you still haven’t met your roomie??

alexpecto patronum: it’s been like three weeks

huff-le-puff danvers: exactly my point

alexpecto patronum: can you just

alexpecto patronum: leave garlic or silver or something

alexpecto patronum: if someone yells then she’s a vampire

huff-le-puff danvers: that’s not how it works, you’re supposed to be the smart one

alexpecto patronum: YOU LITERALLY JUST WOKE ME UP YOU LIL PUNK SO YOU DON’T GET TO COMPLAIN

alexpecto patronum: also i hope she sucks you dry if she’s an actual vampire

alexpecto patronum: kbye have a crisis without me

 

Well, that’s incredibly unhelpful.

Kara sighs and frowns thoughtfully at the ceiling.

 

Maybe she’ll just hide a clove of garlic in the fridge.

 

                                               

 

The next day, when Kara goes to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge, she sees a note stuck on it with a magnetic button in the shape of a screw.

 

Hey, roommate.

I’m not sure what the garlic is for, but it got mixed up with my vegetables, so I just put it in a separate Tupperware. It’s in the bottom shelf. I hope you don’t mind.

—Lena

 

“Not a vampire, then,” Kara says.

 

                               

 

Hi! Sorry about that. And yes, it’s okay.

I hope you have a good night/day.

—Kara

 

For good measure, she also puts a doodle of a caped superhero giving a thumbs-up beside her name.

 

                               

 

That’s an adorable drawing! Are you an artist? Art major?

 

                               

 

I dabble. I’m taking art classes, though I’m majoring in journalism.

 

                               

 

Ah, out to fight for truth, justice, and the American way, then?

I’m in engineering, by the way.

 

Well, that explains the late hours. Most engineering majors in NCU opt to use the facilities at night to avoid the bustle of the general student populace.

 

                                               

 

They finally meet on a Wednesday afternoon.

 

                               

 

Kara’s Women Studies professor lets the class go earlier than usual because of a research presentation out of town.

And so Kara gathers her stuff, picks up doughnuts from the cafeteria, and trundles over to her apartment without thinking much of it and just assuming that yet again, she’ll be going home to an empty apartment.

Almost on autopilot, she fishes the key from her pocket, unlocks the door, and pushes it open. She drags her feet on the carpet, wanting nothing but to plop down on the nearest horizontal surface and nearly settling for the floor, but a perfectly fine sofa is just there, so she throws her entire weight on it, moaning with relief and just absolute bliss when the soft cushion welcomes her in its tender embrace.

She’s so out of it that it takes her like ten seconds to register someone quietly laughing. Then she does, and so she hurriedly pushes herself on her elbows, blowing her hair out of her face, and she practically falls down the sofa when she sees a woman comfortably nestled on the adjacent couch.

A seriously, stunningly, strikingly beautiful woman.

Her green eyes are twinkling with amusement, and her lips are curved in a disarming smile, and her black hair is pulled up in a messy bun that just makes her even prettier, and her skin looks so soft and like it’s made of pure moonlight, and Kara wants to cut herself on that otherworldly jaw.

(Whoa. Okay, Kara, down, girl, is the only thing that her subconscious tells her, and Kara finds it rather bothersome that her subconscious sounds a lot like Alex.)

She’s just . . . wow. Kara’s pretty sure she’s gaping, and she struggles to close her mouth with an audible click.

“I apologise, I didn’t mean to laugh,” the woman says, and oh, Kara’s really screwed now because her voice. “It’s just, you’re really quite adorable.”

“Uh,” Kara says. Yes, that’s a new type of stupid, right there.

(Alex would probably be rolling in her grave, and that is truly saying something, because she’s still very much alive.)

The woman grins at her crookedly, as if she finds Kara fascinating. “I assume you’re Kara?”

“Hello,” Kara tells her.

“Hello.”

“Uhm.” And Kara cringes inwardly.

Or maybe she only thinks it is inwardly. Maybe she actually does that outwardly, because the woman laughs again, and wow, really, it is fast becoming Kara’s favourite sound in the world. “Hi,” the woman greets her again. “I’m Lena, just in case you’re wondering still.” Her smile widens. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Kara.”

Kara thinks that Lena is absolutely gorgeous and that her name on Lena’s lips is the best thing to grace the earth since the Chinese invented pot stickers. “It’s nice to finally meet you too, Lena,” she finally manages to wrangle words into a coherent sentence. She sits up properly, adjusting the collar of her shirt and straightening her glasses. “I didn’t expect you to be here.” She blinks. “Not that I don’t want you here. You have every right to be here. Just, well, you’re always gone at night, and I briefly considered that maybe you’re a vampire, and that’s also actually the reason why I left garlic in the fridge that one time, and thanks for the tacos you left last night, by the way, I love tacos.”

Lena’s smile just grows even wider, and she chuckles again. Kara can probably drown in the sound and she’d die a happy woman. “You’re welcome. Though by the ever-growing pile of takeout menus here, I think you love a lot of food.” And it is said teasingly, but there’s an undercurrent of warmth that makes something bubble within Kara’s chest.

“Yeah, well,” Kara says, shrugging sheepishly, “I just love food in general.”

“You don’t look it.”

“Extremely fast metabolism.”

Lena hums in acknowledgment, tilting her head just so that Kara’s breath catches. Her green eyes are so vivid in the afternoon sunlight streaming through their windows.

Kara clears her throat, tears herself away from the intense verdant gaze. She then notices, belatedly, that the television is on. “Oh, Star Wars!” She squints, before recognizing which film in particular it is. “I love The Empire Strikes Back the most. Can I watch with you?” She turns to Lena then, who is looking at her with something like awe. “What?”

“You . . .” Lena breathes, before trailing off. She shakes her head, huffing an incredulous laugh. “Yes, sure, Kara.”

“Cool!” Then she holds up a hand. “Wait, can we pause and rewind? I need popcorn for this. Do you like pizza?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Sure, of course, silly me, everyone likes pizza.” Kara’s already hopping to the kitchen counter, looking through the menus. “Pepperoni okay?” she calls out.

“Yes,” she hears Lena answer.

Kara places the order quickly, and she saunters back to the living room. “I made us cocoa too,” she says, setting down the mugs on the table. She catches Lena’s awed look. “What? I take Star Wars seriously, okay?”

“Yeah, no, I do too,” Lena assures her, giving her that life-destroying crooked grin again. “It’s . . . rather nice to know that I get to have a roommate that appreciates it almost as much as I do, actually.”

Kara’s heart skips like a hundred beats, and yep, she’s really screwed. She ignores it for now, in favour of gasping in mock offense. “Okay, wow, ‘almost as much’? I hear a challenge in there, and I’ll have you know I don’t back down from challenges.”

The gaze Lena sends her now is positively thrilled, and extremely lethal to Kara’s mental health. “And I’ll have you know, Kara, that neither do I,” she says.

And really, how is Kara supposed to survive this?

 

                                                               

 

huff-le-puff danvers: alex

huff-le-puff danvers: i’ll tell you this ok don’t freak out

huff-le-puff danvers: she can suck me dry anytime she wants