Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Reborn

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 29:

Alex stood in front of Justin, watching the screen outside as Kara waited to spar with the Daxamite. Seg had initially been with her, but when he had taken his cuff off outside to see them clearly in the dark, he learned how painful the sound of wind was to his enhanced ear drums. Alex had to guide him back inside.

Now Kara was out there alone, meditating, waiting on Lar Gand who had requested Kelex make him a suit similar to his Legionnaires outfit for sparring against her sister. Alex wasn’t sure what good a suit would do, but it did give her a good laugh when she saw him, decked out in red with a blue cape.

“Nice, very original. That’s what you want to be buried in?” Alex asked the man.

Lar looked a bit apprehensive. “We are just sparring. How are you doing with the hearing, Seg?”

Seg gave him a thumbs up and Alex held back a snort… naturally he was doing well inside the Fortress with a red solar cuff on his wrist.

Seg took the cuff off again, squeezing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. Alex taking pity on him walked over quietly and whispered. “When you get out there concentrate on my heartbeat. Work on finding it. When you see Kara in the dark don’t look away. Got it?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been in noisier situations.” He saw her knowing smirk, and sighed. “That is a complete lie by the way. How do they stand this?”

Alex managed not to roll her eyes. “They are tough. Kara learned to manage it while running cross country with a baby in her arms. I’m sure you will be fine. Let’s go.”

Seg raised an eyebrow. “You are coming as well? It’s 30 below outside.”

Alex shrugged it off. “This suit keeps me warm. It’s what I wore when Kara and I first started flying here… hollowing out this ice mountain, building the layout and preparing for the Fortress. I’m kinda used to it… besides, she needs me out there.”

“To fight?” Seg was obviously confused.

Alex shook her head. “No… to make sure she doesn’t go over the edge. Kara only knows one way to fight. I suggest you watch her closely. You will never be as good as her but pay attention to how she uses her strength in her strikes and maximizes her speed, the way she slides around her opponent. It’s almost like she is playing a chess match. She plays until she has them in the position that she wants and then… checkmate.”

“But she is stronger than I will be. She is supercharged, right?” Seg asked.

Alex shrugged her shoulders. “She is wearing a red sun bracelet. But… yeah, she will be stronger than you, although her levels are coming down. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Even at her normal strength, she is unstoppable. Hey, Daxamite!”

Alex walked over to the brightly clad man. “You look nervous so I will tell you some rules to abide by and you might survive this, understand?”

The man nodded quickly.

“You ever heard of Wonder Woman in the future?” Alex asked, cocking her head to the side, taking in the visibly trembling Legionnaire.

“Yes.” He said, glancing over to Brainy and Garth.

“Kara beat the hell out of her the last time they sparred. It really wasn’t even a contest. If you see her eyes start to glow, back off, fall on the ground, curl into a ball. Make yourself appear as small and defenseless as possible.” Alex advised.

The man’s confusion was obvious. “I thought we were just sparring. You make her sound like a rabid wolf or something.”

Alex looked the man in the eye. “Just do what I say. Don’t speak when fighting her, you might say something that triggers her, and you really do not want to do that. Also, protect your face. She may break your arms but it’s better than her caving in your skull. Just… be careful.”

“Thanks for your concern.” Lar had gone pale white in the face.

Alex put her hands on the Daxamite’s shoulders to steady him when she noticed he was swaying, afraid he may fall over from the sudden loss of blood to his head. “I’m worried about her, not you. Follow my advice or… look, if you screw up and make her kill you, I’ll kill your friends. She doesn’t need that and neither do I. We have enough blood on our hands, so umm… just go.”

Lar walked out a little unsteadily with Seg, Brainy and Garth following. The members of Kara’s team stayed behind, content to watch on screen. Leslie was standing with the girls’ very nervous parents and Clark who looked concerned.

Alex looked at her family and friends and gave some final instructions. “I’ll be outside. J’onn, Lobo… if anything happens, do not try to restrain her. I’ll stop her.”

In the past, the two individuals with super strength might have disagreed, telling Alex it was too dangerous. That was not the case now. If Kara lost herself, none of them could stop her. Alex was the only chance they had of keeping Kara from killing the Daxamite.

As Alex slipped her thermal mask on, Leslie patted her on the back. “You okay?”

Alex shook her head. “I never wanted either of us to fight again. It’s been a very long time since we fought with no intent to kill. I don’t know how this is going to go.”

Leslie sighed, not happy herself. This was not what the girls needed. “When you get home tonight, you both need to meditate, calm down. What is your stress level right now?”

“Ugh, I’m thinking of drinking a bottle of tequila or calling Dick Grayson and screw… damn it! Anyway, you get the point. It’s high.” Alex remarked, closing her eyes in dismay.

Leslie burst out laughing. “I told you not to go into her mind. You both need to go to a meeting tomorrow. It’s time to start. If you want a drink, I guarantee Kara does.”

“I will. I need to go referee this match before it gets out of hand.” Alex said as she slipped her mask in place and headed out the front door.

Outside under a darkening sky, Lar walked towards Kara, barely making out the blonde clad in black. He was happy to see her smiling as she opened her eyes and focused on him.

“That’s the costume I had to wait for Kelex to make? It’s cute.” Kara told him, clearly amused.

“It was inspired by you.” Lar stated, trying to gain some goodwill from the legendary woman.

“Should have worn a skirt then. Seg’s hands are over his ears, but he is watching. Have you ever fought Brainiac?”

Lar nodded. “I’m not strong enough to punch through the shield of his ship but he did come planet side once. He’s mostly machine, except his head and some organs. He also has telekinetic powers. I was able to break out of his invisible grip though. It took a lot out of me and when he and I fought… it nearly killed me. He was as strong as I was and didn’t get tired.”

Kara could understand that, thinking of prior fights with her Aunt, Doomsday and Reign. “Okay, make your move. You fought Brainiac, so you know how to fight as he does. Seg needs to know how to avoid his strikes. Can you emulate him? At least when we start?”

“I think so, or at least I can try.” Lar said, still looking very unsure.

Kara nodded and smiled. “You’ll do fine, just think back to that fight, but don’t dwell on it. You can also fight as you’ve been taught, if you’ll be more comfortable using a technique you are familiar with. Just relax, center yourself, then begin when you’re ready.”

Lar looked hesitant at first but finally swung at her head only to find air. Remembering the fight with Brainiac, he attacked her using the Coluan’s initial moves. He saw her to the right and swung back but found air again. She hadn’t even flown. The man threw every shot he had at her for the next five minutes and found nothing but air. It was if she were a ghost. Growing somewhat frustrated, he settled into his own comfortable, fighting stance and continued to try and hit her.

Finally he saw her zip behind him. He lashed out with his cape and caught her around her lower leg. The man pulled, hoping to pull her leg out from under her.

Instead, she stood there, staring at his cape wrapped around her leg, then at him.

“What is this?” Kara asked, pointing to her leg.

“Uh, a technique I use in my time, to throw opponents off balance.” He explained.

Kara cocked her head to the side, eerily similar to the look Alex gave him earlier. “And… that move… works for you?”

“Yes?” Lar squeaked out.

Kara launched a spin kick, jerking the man, bringing Lar towards her using his cape and sending her foot into his face, his body collapsing to the ground from the blow. He scrambled back dazed, trying to gain distance. Not even Brainiac had hit him that hard.

“I hope you didn’t pull that crap on Brainiac. If you did, you deserve to get beaten to death.” Kara told him. She walked slowly towards him as if she were a stalking lion.

“Does your cape unclip? If someone grabbed mine, it came unclipped. I would use it to wrap my enemy’s head, blind him and beat his skull in until it was bone dust.

“Seg, are you paying attention? Brainiac is mostly machine. The mechanical parts of him can be torn from the organic parts. He needs both to survive. Whether his spine is natural or cybernetic, it can be broken and will give you an advantage.”

Kara looked down at the Daxamite and beckoned with her finger for him to stand. He did so holding his nose and was concerned that he saw blood in his hand.

“My turn.” she told him, focusing on the blood, all playfulness gone from her expression. Her eyes glowed and he saw an almost evil smile on her face. Lar Gand was not sure what happened next. He felt several blows to his chest and back, his leg was pulled in the air and he swore he heard something crack.

He thought he heard a growl and caught a flash of glowing eyes again. The man tried to remember what Alex had told him, tried to roll into a ball, but it was too late. He felt the punches become stronger until he nearly blacked out.

Then, he found himself in a very bad position. His feet were on the ground, but he was bent backwards, and Kara had her arm around his neck in a tight vice. He couldn’t move.

He was defenseless and completely at her mercy.

He heard someone call out to Kara, but he was slowly blacking out and he couldn’t think.

Alex was suddenly standing in front of her, the older sister’s hands on Kara’s cheeks and he knew she was saying something.

Kara’s arm relaxed and he could breathe again. She let go and he dropped into the snow, coughing up more blood, his body screaming in pain. Slowly, Lar stood up, on shaky legs, feeling like he had been hit by a thousand Brainiacs. His vision was blurry and the dark and snow was not making it better. He could also taste blood in his mouth and felt it pouring from his nose. His right eye felt heavy as if there were a ball behind it.

He nearly fell but was caught by his two teammates.

“Sprock,” Brainiac whispered. “I need to check you for internal injuries. I believe there is a solar bed inside.”

Garth shook his head, part in concern, part in disbelief. He hadn’t seen his friend this messed up even after his encounter with Brainiac 13. “Did you see how she moved? Her strikes were so precise and vicious. I could barely see but when her eyes glowed and that look on her face when she bent Lar back… Brainy, I really thought she was going to break his neck.”

Brainy shook his head and helped Garth with Lar as they walked him slowly back into the Fortress. That Supergirl was going to win any match against anyone was a foregone conclusion but he truly feared his friend was going to die as well. He hadn’t accounted for her mental health issues. If not for her sister, she would have killed Lar.

“She has only been trained and fought one way in her life. She isn’t the Legion, she doesn’t hold to our ideals, but she never had any other alternative. Her first goal has always been to kill her enemies. She experienced a flashback, I suspect. In fact, she warned us it could happen, the whole family did. When she opens up that box in her head where her years of training are stored, it all comes out.” Brainy explained.

Not that his explanation really helped his brutally beaten friend, but Brainy was feeling great remorse for not seriously listening to the family’s concerns.

He was primarily interested in the success of their mission, so he discounted their worries. But more than that, he was secretly longing to see Supergirl in action, to see her fighting prowess, to personally experience the legend in all her glory.

It was apparent Kara’s fighting abilities were greatly understated in all the stories he knew of her. It was also apparent that she wouldn’t be able to train her great-grandfather to fight Brainiac 13 without killing her sparring partner.

Glancing behind him, he saw Alex with her arm around Kara, walking toward the Fortress. The twist in his gut was evidence of seeing the fallout of their presence and exactly why the family was so anxious to get rid of him and his friends.

Under the lights, Kara could see the blood on her hands from the Daxamite’s face. She could feel his blood frozen on her face. Her parents were looking at her anxiously, Clark’s eyes were wide, and Leslie looked sad.

Kara vomited.

She knelt on the ground while Eliza and Alex rubbed her back. Kelex handed Jeremiah a towel and he thought of cleaning the blood off her hands and face, but it was frozen there.

Kara worked to control her breathing, Alex whispering in her ear.

Kara finally shook her head and stood up, taking the towel from her Dad and wiping her mouth. She turned and saw J’onn, Batman and Lobo standing beside her.

“Is he alive?” Kara asked.

Lobo nodded his head. “He’s going to need some serious sun and his face ain’t so pretty no more, but he’ll live.”

Kara looked towards the front door, seeing Brainy and Garth making their way further into the Fortress practically carrying the Daxamite.

Kara walked slowly towards him. Lar actually flinched when he looked up at her.

“I’m sorry. I… I have no excuse.” she apologized, her voice wavering.

Lar managed a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll be the only one in my time to say I got my ass personally kicked by Kara Zor El. You got a solar bed around here?”

Kara nodded her head and looked towards Kelex who motioned for the Legionnaires to follow him.

Kara looked at her family and friends. She didn’t want to meet their eyes but made herself.

Addressing Seg directly, she said, “I’m sorry. I can’t train you. I just… Seg… you are going to have to be trained by Lobo, Bruce and J’onn. I just can’t do it anymore. Not… the last fight I had was with Reign… she beat me and just for a second I saw her… I wanted to break her neck. I snapped… and I can’t risk that happening again, so I can’t do this. It’s over. I swear, I will never fight again.”

Seg walked to her and pulled her into a hug as much as he could considering her strength. “I understand. I trust them.”

“Kara.” Jeremiah called to her softly. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up, okay.”

Kara nodded her head and she walked side by side with her parents and sister out of the Fortress, Leslie following them.

Clark stayed behind and made his way to the solar bed, glad to see Lar Gand resting on it.

“Weird, isn’t it?” the boy asked the prone man.

“What is?” He asked in a nasally voice.

“You were like almost a thousand years into the future… but Daxam still managed to get their ass kicked by Krypton. It’s almost like your planet is destined to lose. Probably karma from all the slaves you had. No worries, she won’t do it again. I really do hope you feel better.”

Clark left the man, annoyed that Kara had gone back to a dark place but also slightly amused. He hadn’t been happy since these guys had shown up, despite meeting Seg whom Alex and Kara explained was going to the future with the time travelers no matter what. Typical Kryptonian from the House of El, looking for a fight.

Before he reached the transporter, Seg stopped him. “Kal… Clark… will Kara be okay?”

Clark shook his head. “Kara will never be okay, but she’s a fighter. She won’t lose this fight. Have fun playing with Lobo. If Batman wants to train with you, I recommend not wearing a red cuff. That way, he won’t kill you.”

“Okay.” Seg nodded a little distracted, still upset for Kara’s sake.

“But he will make you wish you were dead.” Clark continued. “Excuse me, I need to check on my sister.”

Inside Eliza and Jeremiah’s house, after a brief discussion, Alex decided to speak to Leslie and Eliza stood inside the bathroom while Kara took a shower.

“I’m not going to hurt myself, Mom. Those days are over.” Kara said over the running water.

“Maybe I just want to be near you. I hate it when you go home at night. Alex isn’t the only one who is afraid this is a dream and when I wake up you will be gone.” Her mother said, her voice breaking a bit.

Kara opened the shower curtain and looked at her mother then down at her body where the frozen blood from her face had melted and was streaming to the shower floor.

“Did you dream of this?” Kara’s face was crestfallen, even as the evidence of the evening’s setback was washed down the drain.

Eliza shook her head. “Did you mean it? What you said about fighting?”

“Yes, I’m never hitting another person again, even in sparring. Can you grab the visor from the Fortress in the morning? I don’t want to be there so I would rather continue burning the energy off at night.”

Eliza smiled, nodding and Kara closed the shower curtain once again. The mother hesitantly walked out of the bathroom but leaned against the wall by the door.

That was where Jeremiah found her a minute later.

“I thought you were going to stay inside.” the man whispered as softly as possible, the anxious look on his face giving his thoughts away.

Eliza shook her head. “She’s fine. She can handle this.”

“She feels guilty. You know what she does when she feels guilty.” Eliza could see how worried Jeremiah was.

Eliza reached out and took both his hands. “That’s over. She and Alex are going to a meeting tomorrow night. It will be fine. I’m going to do something I haven’t done in a very long time. I’m going to have faith in her, faith that she can beat this.”

The man took a deep breath and nodded his head. “Is it wrong that I wish we had just sent those guys back or let Lobo take them? That we never pulled Seg out?”

Eliza shook her head. “You think I haven’t had the same questions? But he is and… I think Seg needs to stay with us for the rest of the time he is here.”

Jeremiah thought of it for a moment. “I’m not sure I want Clark having that much contact with him, become too attached.”

“Clark will be fine. He will be better able to handle this than Kara and Alex. Kara needs to study, and Alex needs to work. They both have a lot to do and having someone else in their space isn’t what they need now.” Eliza decided. “Maybe they can finally move Alex’s bed into Kara’s room so Kara can sleep without worrying about breaking Alex.”

The next day, Kara began working on her online classes, Seg moved in with the Danvers while Alex and Kara moved Alex’s bed into Kara’s room. Though Kara had wanted Alex to start sleeping in her own room, the blonde knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon and admitted to herself that Alex being near her helped her sleep better.

That night, they attended their first substance abuse group as sisters. This group held meetings outside of Midvale and knew both what it was like to feel the rush of drugs and the relaxation of alcohol.

Kara was quiet for the most part, content for them to sit in the back and not say a word. Alex was not. She wanted Kara to feel connected to this group, so she stood up to Kara’s unease and walked to the empty podium in front.

Alex and Kara had faced down the worst monsters in the Universe, but this made her sweat a bit.

“Hello. My name is Alex. This is the first time we have been in a meeting together I suppose you could say. I’ve been to family nights, Al Anon, but… this is different.”

The audience waited, no one saying a word, but Alex did see smiles and supportive faces which emboldened her.

“My sister and I have both gone through some pretty traumatic experiences in our lives. I remember what it was like, every detail. Last night, I wanted a drink so badly. I could almost taste it, longed for the feeling of escape it gave us… me. We haven’t had a drink in over two years, but I know, all it takes is one. One line to wake me from depression, to give me a buzz like nothing else ever has or will, one drink to help me forget.

“But we won’t. We won’t because we have each other’s back. When one of is weak, the other will be strong. When one of us wants to give up, the other won’t let her. I once wondered why my sister did the things she did, took the substances she did but then I found out why and it scared the hell out of me. Losing myself, losing her… we have fought together, side-by-side our whole lives but now… that feeling I had last night, the feeling I knew she had, I understand that this will be the biggest fight we will ever face.

“Getting out of bed every morning despite how I feel, it is a challenge. I am glad we are here though with all of you, glad we are a part of this and always will be. We could have lost everything, but we haven’t. We had family to pick us up, did what was necessary whether we liked it or not. We hit rock bottom and had people who pulled us to the top again. We have a long way to go, but I know we will get there. It may take the rest of our lives, but we will get there.”

Alex looked towards the back of the room, Kara had adjusted her glasses to wipe the tears from eyes, but she was smiling.

“We will get there together, baby sister. We won’t let each fall again.”

Alex walked to the back and took her seat next to Kara.

“Next time, you are talking.” she whispered to her little sister. Kara smiled and nodded slightly, her eyes glistening.

“I wish you didn’t have this burden on you.” the blonde whispered, leaning closer to her sister.

Alex leaned her head on over against her sister’s. “Kara, I wouldn’t have it any other way… because I would have never really understood what you felt, why it was such a struggle. I knew in my head, but I needed to experience it, to remember it and understand. I wouldn’t change that.”

Kara pulled her into a hug, gentle as she always was with her family.

Alex sniffled, clearing her throat, admitting, “I wouldn’t mind if I could forget your bad relationships… and mine.”

Kara snorted. “It wasn’t all bad. I remember coming home that Valentine’s day and Cameron was only wearing that red ribbon and…” Kara’s eyes grew wide as she huffed, a pained expression on her face. “We have got to do something to fix this.”

The next week passed uneventfully for the most part. Kara had not seen Seg or the Legion much or even her friends. She supposed they were hard at work and she could have stopped by the Fortress at any time to watch if she wanted.

But Kara knew she was avoiding Seg. She didn’t regret what she did but the sight of him, of them, took her back to a time she was trying to forget. A time of preparing for war, suiting up, clenching her fists and the rush that came from a fight, whether she was drunk or high or just angry and looking for a target on which to unleash her rage.

The fourth night Seg came over to visit. The three shared a dinner but he never brought up his training and Kara was thankful. He hadn’t been wearing a red cuff and didn’t break anything, so she supposed he was making progress.

Alex suggested a movie, but Kara begged off, using her online classes as an excuse. She knew it hurt the man, but she couldn’t help it. He looked at her with longing as if he wanted to really know her, but his desire wasn’t enough to keep him here. Leslie was locked in her room doing god knows what.

Everything was fine until Kara heard a scream from downstairs. She heard Alex call her name and was by her side before the second syllable left Alex’s mouth.

She found Alex with a shocked face and Seg in the back of the room, arm over his closed eyes that Kara could feel the heat from. The blonde picked the man up in her arms and rushed him to the cliff where he removed his arm and opened his eyes, twin beams of heat vision blasting into the sky.

“Let it out.” she whispered to her great-grandfather.

Once the man calmed, the two walked back into the house where a sheepish Alex waited.

Kara glanced at the TV and saw a video of Stephen King’s ‘ It ‘ was paused.

“Really, Alex?” the irritated blonde asked.

Alex lifted her hands. “How was I supposed to know that 2 out of 3 Kryptonians don’t like horror movies? Clark never has a problem with them.”

Kara shook her head and took the Blu Ray out, instead putting Titanic on and left the two.

Seg knocked on her door two hours later.

“Come in.” Kara said softly.

The door opened and an embarrassed Seg stood by the doorframe.

“Hi. Alex had to run over to your parents’ house for a few minutes, so I thought I’d check on you and apologize for what happened earlier. I’m so sorry. J’onn has been working with me, using anger to bring my heat vision to the surface and it has been working fine but the freaky clown was a bit of a surprise. Humans actually enjoy this kind of entertainment?”

“Alex does.” Kara told him, smirking.

“You know Rose murdered Jack, right? All she had to do was move over on the board.”

Kara shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. “I came to terms with that long ago. It was tragic and, yes, she was a murderer. But I am older now and realize even if Jack had lived, he would have been miserable with her.”

“That’s cynical.” the man pointed out.

“That’s life. So… how is the training coming?”

“Lobo managed to bathe me with red sunlight and hit me with a metal bat attached to that chain he carries.” Seg commented wryly.

Kara smiled, remembering her first encounter with Lobo. “He is such a sweetie. That’s how we first met.”

Seg shook his head. “You have had a strange life, haven’t you Kara?”

“That’s the first time anyone has called it strange but yeah, I guess it fits. I still have a lot of life left in me though.” she told him.

“And I’m not helping you get over your past, am I?” Seg asked knowingly. “My presence alone is making it difficult for you to have somewhat of a sense of normalcy.”

“Not that I disagree, but why do you say that?” Kara asked.

“J’onn told me I need to learn to fly better and use my heat vision at will much faster because my presence was not what you needed.”

Kara laughed, not surprised. “My sister and I have each other’s memories. All of them. At times, I think I hear something from her only to realize she hadn’t spoken. My best friends are a Martian, a Czarnian bounty hunter and a billionaire who dresses like a bat. My life will never be normal. But… it’s getting as close as possible. I’m already on my second and final class. I should be done in a couple weeks, honestly I could be done with this in minutes, but I have to take my time, or they will think I am cheating.”

Seg grinned slightly. “And the rest? You forgot to mention your great-grandfather who you rescued from Hell and is now planning on jumping off to the future.”

Kara brushed it off. “Like I said, normal day.”

“How are your solar levels coming? Are they dropping?”

Kara nodded. “Alex checks them every night when she places my pretty tiara on my head and calls me ‘princess’. I can’t believe I am saying this, but I miss being able to swallow a couple of pills before bedtime instead of sitting there while my brainwaves are manipulated by crystals. And yeah… I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. I know I’ve been keeping my distance. It’s… I really don’t want to get attached. I’ve had to cut enough people out of my life.”

Seg knew this. “I’m sorry, Kara.”

The blonde shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe you are but the decision has been made. Just… don’t hurt Clark, okay?”

Seg nodded. “I’m doing my best. He knows what will happen. I’ll win. You know that, right? You believe it?”

Kara smiled sadly. “You led a revolt, saw your friends die. Nobody wins in a fight… not even the victor. That’s something that took me a long time to learn.”

Seg sighed, knowing she was right. Patting her shoulder, he smiled and walked out of her room.

As he was leaving, Kara heard Alex walk back into the house and up the stairs.

“Together session with our favorite shrink tonight.” Alex told her, walking in unannounced. Considering this was her room now, Kara couldn’t become too annoyed.

“Yeah… why have you been crying?” the blonde asked quickly.

Alex froze for a moment. She had made sure her eyes were fine, no redness before she came home. “What makes you think I was crying?”

“I can smell the tears that were on your cheek. What happened? Why did you go over to Mom and Dad’s in such a hurry?”

“You weren’t listening?” Alex asked, surprised. “Is your hearing lessening? That’s a good sign. You are so close. It won’t be long now…”

“Stop deflecting. I wasn’t listening because I thought you and Mom were talking about… everything. What happened?”

Alex closed her eyes and sat on her bed. “Dad called me over. Jessica called Mom and… Mom told her they couldn’t talk anymore. That Jess’s voice reminded her of too much pain. Mom was upset so I held her until she calmed down.”

Kara shook her head sadly. “Another person… it’s never going to be easy, is it? People will find out one day. Someone will come to Midvale to check on you or check the state teacher’s registry or something. Supergirl may be dead but Kara Danvers is alive and not exactly in hiding.”

Alex wasn’t worried. “Bruce told me he had asked Dick not to call me anymore, that it was upsetting to me. He told him that he would continue to keep an eye on us and make sure we were taken care of.

“The only other person who would check on me is Connolly. I talked to him last week. I told him the same thing Mom told Jess. I asked him to never bother me again. He said he understood.”

Kara took that in for a moment, realizing Alex must have gone to the Fortress so she couldn’t hear. “What about Dante, Bar…”

“Screw them!” Alex snapped. “They aren’t our problem. We agreed. Kelex will keep your name hidden. It will be okay. They will move on, the same as we will. Bruce will make sure they stay out of our way. If not… J’onn could always…”

“No.” Kara said immediately. “Never again. He hates doing that and people’s minds shouldn’t be tampered with unless absolutely necessary. But you’re right. People won’t look after all this time, the world thinking I am dead. Soon, we will be forgotten. I shouldn’t have brought it up. So, you ready for this session?”

Alex snorted. “When are we ever ready? Let’s see what the Wicked Witch wants us to discuss tonight. I’m sure it will be pleasant memories.”

Kara shook her head. “I think tonight we should talk about our future, whether she likes it or not.”