Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Reborn

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 23:

Leslie walked into Kara’s room and found the girl sitting on her bed, knees to her chest and a book in her hands. Leslie could tell with one glance what sort of book it was easily enough.

Kara wore simple grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, her hair in a ponytail. She looked as if she were a typical woman, sitting in bed reading before bedtime. The only clue that she was different was the silver bracelets on her right and left wrists that had a thin layer of crystal underneath them giving a feint red glow.

“Good evening, Leslie.” Kara greeted her without looking up. “What brings you to my humble abode?”

Leslie smiled at the playfulness in her tone. “Wanted to have a session with you and Alex but she looks beat. I think everyone would feel better if you were holed up in the Fortress, but I get it. You need to be in the home you built, right?”

Kara looked at her and grinned. “I’ll have red night lights in my bedroom. In about an hour, Alex will stop pretending to watch TV, come into my room, lay on the bed and pretend to talk about something lighthearted then fall asleep. I’m beginning to think we should just do away with the whole charade and move her bed in here. We haven’t shared a room since we… I mean, since I got out of rehab and moved back to Midvale, but it looks like that time is coming.”

Leslie sat on the end of Kara’s bed as the girl closed the journal she had been reading. “Does that bother you?”

Kara shook her head quickly. “I… she worries. I worry… I don’t want her to have nightmares, so I stay up at night watching her. I know about her flashbacks, her anxiety, her nightmares. I see them all now and I want her to feel safe. Ironically, I make sure she takes her meds every night and I think she is sleeping better but she still reaches out for me, usually to pat me on the head like she is making sure I am still there. A few times she has hit Streaky by accident.”

Kara was quiet for a moment, contemplating her own feelings. “I don’t want her far from me either.”

“Why is that? You can hear her everywhere, especially in this house.” Leslie knew, of course, but prodded Kara to figure it out for herself.

Kara shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I become… not anxious… it’s hard to describe. I guess we still have codependency issues.” the blonde finished with a soft chuckle. “Probably worse now than ever.”

Leslie nodded her head. “You have no idea how bad it’s going to be. You just slipped, saying we had gotten out of rehab before you corrected yourself. You two were in each other’s head for over three days. The two of you had codependency issues before, but they are going to get much worse before they get better. You are both mixed up, coming to grips with each other’s memories. I was in with you for an hour and you didn’t have access to my mind, but I still felt as if I were you on Krypton.”

Kara nodded. “Try not to have a heart attack the next time you think about it. I thought you were supposed to be tough. Nothing scared you, remember?” the girl told her teasingly.

“I was wrong.” Leslie answered plainly. “What are you reading?”

Kara blushed a bit to Leslie’s surprise. “I don’t suppose you would buy it if I told you it was a diary from my teen years with all the information on my crushes?”

Leslie reached for the book which Kara gave her without complaint. “These journals, the ones you wrote in after you harmed yourself… the ones from high school and college… how many do you have?”

Kara pointed up. “In the attic, I have twenty seven. This was the last one I completed before I gave up on it. I don’t know why I pulled it out. I need to hide it before Alex comes in here… of course she knows everything I ever wrote in it now. Still, she doesn’t need to be reminded by seeing it.”

Leslie handed the book back to Kara without looking in it. “I can understand that. Memories are one thing, but physical objects attached to memories can be strong. So… why did you bring it out?”

Kara opened the book once again and ran her finger over the page gently. “I didn’t just write what I did to myself or what triggered it. Sometimes I just wrote. This helps me organize my thoughts, memories, helps me understand I guess. It’s weird that I see who I used to be as someone else, but I am still dealing with the problems that girl had. I know it’s me but reading what I wrote in the past is helping me separate myself from her. Kind of silly, huh?”

Leslie disagreed. “No, I think it makes a lot of sense. It probably would help you to start writing another one. Sometimes writing your emotions on paper can make them easier to understand. So, what have you learned from that journal?”

Kara smirked a bit, but there was pain behind the look. “That I went insane.”

“That’s a given.” Leslie agreed with a small smile. “Anything else?”

“I feel sorry for myself. Isn’t that stupid? I have no right to feel sorry for myself. Everything that happened was mostly my fault. I started off wanting to save the world and punish myself. Then I convinced myself that the things I did were for the safety of my family, the safety of the world. I walked the grey line of morality, became a monster when I wanted to be, became a savior when I wanted to be. Before I knew it, I was falling farther into the darkness, justifying my actions with flimsy excuses and then not even trying to justify my actions to myself. But still, watching those memories unfold, watching Alex’s, I feel sorry for those two little girls.” Kara’s tone was soft and even but recognizing the truth of those memories left her feeling somewhat forlorn.

Leslie shook her head. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s okay to feel sorry for yourself, or yourselves in this case. What you do about it, what you give those two little girls from here on out is what matters.”

Kara smiled at her words, in agreement with Leslie’s assertions. She flipped the page to the front of the journal. “I remember well writing this one. I was feeling a bit more positive that day I suppose you could say. I had been reading a biography of Mahatma Gandhi and of the two thousand pages in the book one quote struck a chord with me. He said ‘each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning when I wake up, I am reborn ‘. I wish it were that easy.”

“Why can’t it be?” Leslie asked. “You went into the sun. By all rights, by every law in the Universe, you should have died. Maybe you did and you were reborn. Your damn scar next to your eyebrow is gone. Your body had every single impurity wiped away from it.”

Kara considered that, not having quite thought about it in those terms. She asked, “Then why do I want a drink so badly?”

“Because who you were will always be a part of you.” Leslie explained. “It doesn’t mean it’s who you are now. You will always have to deal with the past in some manner.”

Kara lay back against her headboard and looked out her window at the stars above the ocean.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Leslie?” the girl asked.

Leslie was taken back by that question. “I’ve never really thought about it. Believe it or not, I’m not very spiritual.”

“I believe it.” Kara told her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it today. When Alex and I had our experience with John Constantine…”

“Drop the black magic. I really don’t believe in that.” the woman told her quickly.

Kara looked at her in disbelief. “The man took us inside the red ring using a dead finger as a talisman, where we fought the Inversions and locked them away until the Invasion. Are you saying that wasn’t magic?”

Leslie rolled her eyes. “I don’t like to think about it, okay? As your therapist and boss I forbid you from using any magic to… do anything.”

Kara laughed, enjoying the irritation on the woman’s face. “I wasn’t thinking about using it. I was thinking of something he said. He told us that Alex and I have always been sisters in past lives. I wonder if those lives were as difficult as this one has been.

“I am sure General Patton would have loved aliens as much as Lane and Eiling, but I was fascinated by his life. He believed in reincarnation. He wrote a poem about it. Patton believed that he was a warrior since the dawn of man and every time he died he came back to fight in another war. He swore he had memories of battles he had fought in. Do you think that’s us? Me and Alex, I mean? Do you think we die and then are reborn, destined to fight another war?”

Leslie took a moment before answering. “I think Patton should have stuck to cussing, planning tank battles and left the poetry to Shakespeare. What the hell difference does it make? Who cares about past lives or future lives that may or may not have happened. From the way Jeremiah described John Constantine, the man was probably drunk so don’t take what he said at face value. If you want to think about things, think about you.”

Kara sighed, not really willing to drop the subject entirely, but deciding to discuss it with someone other than Leslie. Maybe J’onn had some insight, she could ask him at some point when things were a little more settled for her family. “Yes Ma’am, boss. You should get some sleep. You look rough… rougher… than usual. Not that you always look rough, you just look…”

Leslie interrupted her ramble. “I look rough from dealing with brats like you most of my life. I need to talk to Alex before she comes to bed… in here. Honestly, you may as well just move her bed in here. She isn’t going to be able to sleep without you near. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to convince your parents and Super Brat to sleep somewhere else? I realize you have the power of a god right now or something like it but maybe you can try to get some rest too, okay? That’s an order. At least lay down and close your eyes for eight hours.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Kara told her with a salute.

Leslie walked out, leaving her alone with her journal. She read through it again and closed the book.

The blonde heard Leslie in Alex’s room and decided now would be a good time to do something about all her journals. She didn’t want Alex to see them ever again.

Kara sped to the attic, grabbed the three boxes of journals and zipped back through to the basement. Once there, she entered the Fortress, unsurprised to see her parents and Clark asleep there instead of in their beds at home.

Eliza was tossing in her covers, mumbling in her sleep. Kara walked over and kissed her cheek.

“It’s going to be alright.” the girl whispered in her mother’s ear.

Eliza relaxed and curled into Jeremiah once again.

Slipping out of the Fortress door as quietly as she could, she walked out into the snow, her sweatpants and t-shirt practically freezing from the temperature change. She carried on, sludging slowly through the snow, taking her time. She had no destination in mind, just walking, holding the three boxes of journals.

When she stopped, she dropped them unceremoniously to the ground.

The girl thought of saying something but there was no point. She was not burning her past, but she was burning the reminder of the girl in pain who had written those notes.

A flash of heat vision, a burst of flames and the journals were nothing more than ash in the snow.

She needed to get back. Alex would be ready to sleep soon, and would no doubt wonder why Kara’s sleep wear looked as if they had been exposed to subzero temperature. Moving in a blur of speed, she reentered the Fortress and headed back to her house.

Kara needn’t have worried because as soon as Leslie had left her bedroom, the doctor had entered Alex’s.

“Dr. Danvers.” Leslie greeted the woman who was sitting on her bed with a laptop.

“Dr. Thompkins. Isn’t it getting late? You did have a heart attack not long ago and we still need you alive. The last thing I need is to take care of an invalid with a bad heart considering everything else going on.” Alex told her, maintaining a straight face for a moment before laughing at the look on the doctor’s face.

Leslie glared at her. “I can’t believe I miss the days when Kara was my only client. So… let’s talk.”

“Kara is in the house.” Alex told her quickly.

Leslie shrugged her shoulders and sat on Alex’s desk chair. “I doubt you two have any secrets from each other any longer. This isn’t about Kara regardless. This is about you and your Mom.”

Alex stiffened slightly and pushed herself against the headboard, then closed her laptop. “What about her? We haven’t been fighting. We’ve been working together. Everything is fine.”

“Bullshit.” Leslie told her. “You two may not be butting heads over Kara but the tension is so thick in that ice palace it could be cut with a knife. Everyone feels it. Jeremiah, Clark… Kara. Even the robot is picking up on it. I want you…”

“To let it go, right?” Alex cut in.

Leslie gave her a withering stare for a moment. “First, I want you to stop interrupting me. Now tell me, why her?”

Alex was confused for a moment. “I told you, they didn’t…”

“Stop!” Leslie nearly shouted, holding up her hand. “You say they but it’s her. Why not anyone else? I told you to move on and accept it. Bruce and Alfred didn’t believe you. Dick Grayson never believed you. The two ninja women that prepared you for your one woman war on Cadmus didn’t believe you. J’onn thought Kara was dead. Your DEO buddies had written her off. You talk to your father as if nothing happened. Yes, you are still a bit standoffish with him, but your Mother is a different story. You are furious with her and her alone. Tell me why.”

“I’m trying to let it go, okay? But… I don’t know.” Alex was deflecting and Leslie was apparently having none of it.

“Yes, you do. Tell me.” The woman demanded.

Alex sat in silence for a moment. “Kara was a Daddy’s girl. She craved his attention and approval. Zor El was so cold to her… she never had any kind of father until Dad. Kara would actually call him Father if he showed the slightest amount of disapproval. She would hurt herself if she thought Dad might be angry with her. Like I’ve told Kara before, the only things she wouldn’t stop doing, knowing Dad didn’t approve, was alcohol, drugs and Dick Grayson. In everything else, she craved his approval.”

“Okay, go on.” Leslie encouraged her.

“Dad was and is heavily involved in Clark’s life as you would expect. They bonded over guy things, sports, action movies, fishing. But Mom… Mom was always mine, I guess you could say.” Alex said thoughtfully, staring more at the wall than the therapist.

“In what way? Did you feel your Dad didn’t love you?” Leslie asked probing.

Alex looked shocked for a moment. “Of course not! I know he loved me, and I know Mom loved Kara. It wasn’t like that. We weren’t separated. But Mom, she was the one I could confide in, outside of Kara. When I needed advice, something I didn’t want Kara to hear, she was the one I went to. When I was upset, she was who comforted me. We talked about Kara, our worries, plans to help her drag herself out of the pit that had become her life. In college, if I had trouble with girls, or classes, or just dealing with the crap around our lives, I talked to her when Kara was in one of her… moods. We also shared a love of biology. I could talk bioengineering with her, and we shared the different things we’d learned or discovered.

“She was mine and she abandoned me when I needed her most.”

Leslie took that in for a moment. “So you take your anger out on her.”

Alex shook her head. “It wasn’t just that. She was always in my face, telling me Kara was dead and to let myself grieve. She didn’t want me to comfort Clark, assure him Kara was alive. Dad stayed out of it for the most part, but Mom never let up. Ever!”

Leslie said nothing while Alex tried to compose herself, rubbing her eyes and catching her breath from the outburst.

“Okay,” Leslie told her when it appeared Alex had gotten it together. “Let’s play a game. It’s a role playing game but not the kinky kind I played in my younger days.”

Alex cringed. “I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Yeah, I had younger days. They were right before I heard of a family called ‘The Danvers’. Now, imagine you’re a mommy.”

“I’d rather not.” Alex told her.

“It’s a game so you are going to have to. Now let’s set the scene. There are rules. First, you have three children, one boy and two girls. You don’t have some mystical bond, that I grudgingly accept by the way, linking you to a daughter, like you have with Kara. You love your children but this connection that is special to you and Kara doesn’t exist. Got that?”

Alex shrugged her shoulders. “Sure. You want me to put myself in Mom’s place. You aren’t hard to figure out.”

Leslie stared at her for a moment more, making Alex uncomfortable.

“Carry on.” Alex told her to break the silence.

“You have a daughter, one who can burn herself. One who can damage herself with heat, can cause physical damage. This girl knows she is going to die. She knows she is going to the one place she cannot survive. The girl even goes as far as leaving a verbal suicide note for her family, via a psycho that dresses like a bat. Kara knew she was going to die.”

Alex sat and waited, irritated.

“Now… you are Mom. Your son is grieving, turning bitter, depressed, just like his sister had been and could very well have the same issues. Your husband feels like a failure, blames himself for everything, because his little girl is dead. And your other daughter, what is she doing since you know so damn much?”

Alex took a deep breath. “I’m working to get my very much alive sister back.”

“Shut… up. You are the mother in this situation, not you. The son is reeling, doesn’t know what or who to believe. Her daughter… her daughter claims to have some connection to her sister that no one can understand. Incidentally, she begins hanging out with two ninjas who are preparing her for a one woman war against a group of shady operatives who torture and kill aliens…”

“Cadmus was a danger…” Alex retorted.

Leslie waved that off instantly. “Cadmus was not an imminent threat so stop making excuses. You and Kara could have wiped them out anytime over the past eight years, killed them all easily. You were looking for a target and they were a convenient one. Back to role play, Mom. What are you going to do to keep your family from falling apart? Without understanding this mystical connection her daughter talks about, claiming she knew in her heart her sister was alive, what are you going to do?”

“Believe my daughter.” Alex answered.

“Bullshit! You are Mom, now. Not Alex Danvers. You have two kids relying on you and a husband. You are grieving the loss of a child. Everything you have been led to believe, everything that you have witnessed in your life, every scenario you can think of tells you that your daughter is dead. You have two children left, one with a severe case of denial and one who, on top of becoming bitter and depressed, is also entering his teen years and feels like an outsider because he is an alien. What are you going to do?”

Alex thought for a moment, trying to place herself in her Mother’s head.

“I don’t know.” she admitted.

Leslie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know? You are the mother. If you don’t know, who does? Your daughter is angry but unlike most daughters who become angry, your daughter has high powered weapons and the skill to take out hundreds of enemies and begins doing just that with no regard for her own life. This daughter is living in denial in your mind because what other explanation could there be? No one can survive being in the core of the sun. No one. You don’t need Shay Veritas to tell you that. You’ve done the numbers; you’ve seen what happened when the daughter in question burned herself. You know she wasn’t invincible. C’mon, Mom, hurry up. Your family is falling apart around you and you haven’t had time to even grieve over the loss of a child. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know, okay?! I can’t pull myself out of my own head enough to tell you!”

“You wouldn’t try to help your son start to heal? You wouldn’t try to talk your daughter into accepting her sister was gone? Because guess what? Your actions? Your actions very much resembled a daughter who was in extreme denial. Slaughtering Cadmus had nothing to do with getting Kara out of the sun or protecting Clark. Don’t lie to me about that! If they were a true threat… they didn’t even know about Clark and you knew that. There was no reason you couldn’t have passed the intel onto your DEO buddies and left it. So Mom, your daughter is slowly going crazy, becoming more violent every day, more withdrawn, angrier, obsessed with something you don’t believe could be true. What are you going to do? Nothing? You aren’t going to try and help her cope? Nice job, Mom.”

Alex said nothing for a moment, beginning to shake from anger. “She should have believed me,” the woman finally whispered.

Leslie laughed, angering Alex even more, as Leslie was known to do.

“You only knew because you say you felt it. If not for that, would you even have believed it yourself? You say you and Kara have a special bond but expect everyone else to feel the same.”

“No, I don’t expect them to feel the same! I expect them to believe me when I say I feel it!” Alex exclaimed.

Leslie countered her argument. “You wanted them to take the word of a girl who was angry, depressed and homicidal, based off something they couldn’t feel themselves. No, you don’t have that luxury when you are a Mom trying to hold a family together, wanting the best for her husband and remaining children. You are emotional, just like Eliza. Neither of you are good at hiding your feelings. You may be good at masking them behind sarcasm but anyone who really knows you can read you like a book with those big letters for people with bad eyesight. Role play over. You failed.”

Alex turned her body, so her feet were on the floor and she was facing the therapist. “I failed?”

Leslie nodded. “You failed. You didn’t hold your family together. Neither did Eliza but at least she tried. You sat there and told me you didn’t know what to do. By the way, if Kara hadn’t come back on her own, it would have taken you years to begin to figure out a way to get her from the sun. Wouldn’t it? You know, you did the work. How close were you to finding a metal that could even survive the trip to the sun, much less near the core? Then to find a camera, to search for her, to find a Rann transporter or a Phantom Zone projector that could…”

“I get it! I wasn’t close. But she came back to me! She heard me calling for her… my voice! No one else’s!”

“Exactly.” Leslie pointed out. “She heard you. Because of that bond you two share, she broke out of more pressure than anyone in the universe could have escaped from. No creature, no planet, nothing should be able to handle going into a sun much less escaping it and flying as fast as she did to Earth. You think Clark didn’t cry at night, asking her to come home? You really think your parents didn’t want her home, praying? Wishing she were still alive? If Kara hadn’t pulled off nothing short of a miracle, she would still be there, and you would be here for years trying to find a way to get her out. How much longer before your mind completely snapped, Alex?”

Leslie leaned forward, pinning Alex where she sat with nothing but the truth. “If Kara hadn’t returned, honestly… how much longer could you have held onto your sanity?”

Alex looked at the ground, knowing the woman was right in that respect. She had been going slowly insane, consumed with the need for vengeance, crushed by guilt and sorrow.

She confessed quietly, “Not long, I guess.”

Leslie nodded, feeling she had done the best she could do for the moment. “You won’t get over this easily, but you will have to move past it. You may never get over the feeling of being abandoned but try to remember to look at this from other’s points of view. Your parents are not perfect. Neither are you and Kara. In the past, it didn’t matter because you all held each other up. If you ever want to move forward again, you are all going to begin holding each other up. That’s it for tonight. I need sleep. Apparently I can’t die yet because I am still needed.”

Alex gave her a small smile. “I am seriously reconsidering that statement right now.”

The next day the Danvers found themselves in the Fortress, ready to start another day working on what Clark had called ‘Operation Sunblock’.

Alex handed the visor to Kara who took it without hesitation and walked out of the Fortress.

Alex then marched to the monitor to watch Kara outside and examine her power levels, hoping this visor would work. She came to a stop by Eliza who gave her a shy smile.

“Ready for this?” her Mom asked.

Alex shrugged her shoulders, hesitating a bit. “I just hope it doesn’t blow up in her face… or ours. If this works, it could significantly reduce the time it will take to balance out her power levels. The sooner that happens, the sooner I can slap her on the back of her head without hurting my hand.”

“Did Leslie talk to you last night?” Eliza asked, sounding very hesitant and unsure.

“Yeah, why?” Alex asked cautiously.

“Did she make you role play?”

“What goes on in sessions…” Alex started to say before seeing the look on her mother’s face. “Why do you ask? Did she say something to you?”

Eliza grinned and shook her head. “She made me do it. I was just wondering. It gave me a lot to think about.”

Alex crossed her arms and looked at the monitor, lasting thirty seconds before her curiosity got the better of her. “What… did… what did you do? I mean what did she…”

Eliza spoke softly. “She asked me think about what it would feel like to have a sister, one whose presence you could feel all the way into the sun. A sister that everyone believed to be dead. She made me think about how I would feel, knowing something with all my heart but even those closest to me, my family, not believing me. It hurt. It hurt horribly. I realized I would feel isolated and angry. So damn angry. Maybe as angry as I was when Henshaw raided our house or when Astra threatened Clark. Maybe more. I would feel abandoned and alone.

“Despite that, I wish I knew what that kind of bond feels like. I had to imagine, and it hurt to think about, but it must feel so special… despite the pain.”

Eliza turned fully to her, tears in her eyes. “I’m truly sorry, Alex. There is nothing else I can say. I hope you forgive me one day.”

“I…” Alex started, not sure what to say in return but struck by the emotion and sincerity in her Mother’s voice. Before she could reply, Kara had unleashed her heat vision outside.

After a few minutes, it appeared the visors were doing their job, not only pushing back against her heat vision but dissipating the energy so it would not explode in her face or tear through the visor.

“It’s working.” Jeremiah said excitedly, watching the solar sensors on Kara’s body onscreen, indicating a definite power drain.

His optimism was tempered a few minutes later when Kara screamed and dropped to her knees.

“Kara!” Alex called. “Kara, what is happening? I’m coming out.”

“No.” Kara’s tired voice told her over the com. “I’m coming in. I’m fine… I just have a splitting headache. I haven’t felt a headache in a long time, probably since my last hangover. Did it work at all?”

The parents and siblings smiled at one another; relieved knowing Kara was okay.

“Five minutes and a four percent solar radiation drop.” Alex told her happily. “If we can do this two or three times a day for say four minutes, we could be at normal levels in a couple of weeks or so. No need to push it. Come inside and we can check your head, make sure your headache isn’t from any brain damage and is just a headache.”

Kara made her way inside quickly, snow covering her body as she stood there in soccer shorts and a sports bra, then began ripping sensors off her body.

“My head is feeling better already. I think it was just a head rush from using so much power. It’s been a while since I exerted my heat vision.” Kara told her family, sitting in her designated chair while Kelex placed a crystal band around her head.

“She is fine, and the results are positive. The trial run has been a success.” Kelex told the group, sounding pleased. “Not that I would expect it to be any less considering my considerable amount of work on the project. Now, I must be off. I have a therapy session with Dr. Thompkins. I feel like I should be charging her. The entire time she simply sits and asks how I have put up with Alex and Kara for so long.”

The AI began to walk out when an alarm went off. Kelex turned and hurried to Justin followed closely by Alex and Kara, the rest of the family not far behind.

“What is it, Kelex?” Kara asked anxiously. She knew what that alarm meant. Something strange, out of the ordinary was happening in Midvale. The program would have never worked in National City but here in Midvale, it was easier to identify anomalies. For this type of alarm, it must have been triggered something huge.

“Someone has broken into the high school. I am checking the cameras now, but they are cut off.”

“Can you bring them back up?” Alex asked.

Kelex did not turn to Alex but his irritation was clear. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

Soon the video feeds from the school cameras were all on Justin’s massive screens.

“Three men in the administrative archives.” Kara mumbled. “They won’t find anything on us. We removed all those records years ago. But why are they there? And why can’t we see that one’s face clearly?”

The family looked at the blurred face, hoping it would clear up.

“Facial recognition blocker?” Clark guessed. Kelex shook his head.

“Different pattern from Kara’s glasses. This image seems almost smudged. It appears to be an image inducer, popular among aliens who wish to blend in with humans.” The AI told them.

“Damn it.” Alex whispered.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t panic yet. We don’t know what they are looking for.” Kelex suggested.

Kara looked at him in disbelief. “You know of any other alumni of Midvale High that three possible aliens would look up records on?”

“You have a point.” Kelex admitted begrudgingly.

Alex had a sudden thought. “Kelex, check the cameras in my office at the University. Check Mom and Dad’s too. See if anything out of the ordinary shows up in our secure feeds.”

Kelex worked in concert with Justin quickly, isolating the feeds from the time Alex and the Danvers had been missing work. Eliza and Jeremiah’s offices were untouched except for their known assistants. Alex’s secretary was shown placing things on her desk and generally maintaining her office, but Kelex quickly found a strange visitor, noting the same blurred face.

“Go back and slow that down, Kelex, focus on what he’s doing.” Alex ordered. Kelex was obviously concerned as he made no snarky comment to her demand. They watched the intruder look quickly around the office, then hack Alex’s computer. They weren’t worried knowing she kept nothing on it except her University and CDC work.

They became very concerned when the alien picked up the photo of the young sisters.

He was seemingly mesmerized by it. His excitement was obvious as he spoke softly, too low for them to understand, before carefully placing the photo back on the desk and exiting.

“Kelex, back that up and amplify, I want to know what he said.” Alex said. Kara was standing right beside her, visibly anxious because of what they were seeing.

“ Amazing. Kara Zor El. Kara Danvers. That was your Earth name.”

The alien’s words immediately galvanized the group and Kara snapped into action. “Clark, go home and bring as much food and drink as possible to the Fortress now. Use superspeed, no screwing around. I’m going to grab emergency rations from the basement and getting Leslie. We are bunking in the Fortress. Alex, call Bruce and J’onn, tell them the situation and have them come to the Fortress through the Batcave. Dad… send a signal to Lobo. Tell him we need him here yesterday.”

“If they are at the school, I guarantee you they will be at our house soon.” Kara said and it didn’t go unnoticed by everyone that she was slipping into her old Supergirl persona, giving orders, not requests. “We have cameras with scanners all over the land and the outside of both our houses. Once they visit, we will know what we species we are dealing with. Hopefully they are just members of Alex’s fan club and tracked her down to thank her in person.”

Alex looked at her doubtfully and Kara admitted to herself that was wishful thinking.

“Regardless, until we know what we are dealing with, we need to prepare. Kelex, go to my work area. When I get back, we are going to weaponize you, more than you are now. Alex prepare your suit, just in case.”

Alex looked surprised, then a bit guilty. “My suits were destroyed along with yours. You know that.”

Kara shook her head. “You know none of those are the suit I am talking about, Alex. I know you would never give up Project Sundown. Just prepare it for worst case scenario. Let’s move everyone. We know what to do, we have planned for this since we installed the transporters in our homes. ‘Siege Protocol’ is now in effect. Mom, when Clark and I return, shut down the Rann Transporters in our basements immediately. We knew this day might come. Now we will deal with it, together.”