Mamaí
Flashes of Kara filled Lena's dreams. Her eyes, her smile, the way she danced around the living room late at night, singing into a wooden spoon like it was a microphone, just to make Lena laugh after long days. Kara, spinning a happy, curly-haired little girl in circles, chuckling as she handed her back to Sam.
Sam. Lena's mind raced, wondering how she could've forgotten her "work wife" and her little niece, Ruby, how grown up she was now. She was almost sixteen, in all the advanced classes at school, and insanely beautiful. She was their go-to babysitter for date nights and work events, how could she forget the kids?
Lexa, the little prodigy, her smile, her eyes, her laugh. How she loved science, reading, and anything that didn't require socializing with people other than her moms and sisters. Lori, named after Lena's mother, a mini Kara. She did everything her mothers did, attempting to write articles about their family in her own little newspaper, the Lorelai Daily, though, she took about two weeks to write an essay, so news definitely didn't come daily. Kayla, the way she ran, her passion for anything edible, her innocent desire to know anything and everything under the sun.
Her girls. How could a simple bone fragment take all her memories?
"Lena!" A voice rang through the silent darkness of Lena's mind, a voice that struck pain through every part of Lena's body. Well, it would've, if she could feel her body.
"Mamai?" Lena knew she shouldn't be able to talk, but the room was lighting up, doctors reappearing. "Mamai, where are you?" Lena shouldn't feel her hands, she shouldn't be able to sit up.
"Lena!" The voice echoed through the room, singsongy and kind. The doctors were yelling, but making no noise.
"Mamai, what's happening? Is that me?" There was a body on the table, this didn't make sense. "They're doing chest compressions. Mamai, I don't want to die!"
"Shh, cailín deas, it'll all be okay. Come with me." (sweet girl)
"No, Mamai, I have kids! I have a wife, friends, nieces. I can't go." Lena sobbed.
"Lena, I miss you, mo gra, please," Lorelai begged (my love)
"Mamai, I miss you, but you have granddaughters, three of them. I was so sad without you." Lena watched as her mother's emerald eyes filled with tears. "I can't let that be their childhood, too. Their other mom, Kara, was just rescued, she was kidnapped. I have to stay."
"Fuadaigh? My Lena, I can't lose you, not to some fuadaigh lady." Lena's mother spoke Irish natively, her English was broken. (Kidnapped)
"She's my wife, Mamai. Bean chéile," Lena explained. (Wife)
"Bean chéile? My Lena, you got married?" (Wife)
"Mamai, can't you see from wherever you are?"
"No. You're so grown up."
"Tá triúr iníon agam. Lexa, Lorelai, agus Kayla, tá siad ag fanacht liom. Is fada liom uaim, Mamaí, ach tá siad de dhíth orm." (I have three daughters. Lexa, Lorelai, and Kayla, they are waiting for me. I miss you, Mommy, but I need them.)
"M'iníon, I will miss you." (My daughter)
"I love you. Is breá liom tú." Lena smiled sadly. (I love you)
"Is breá liom tú féin, mo chailín daor." Lorelai traced a gentle hand over Lena's cheek, smiling. "Be happy." (I love you, too, my dear girl.)
"I am. I will see you again when I'm ready." Lena promised, welcoming the last kiss her mother pressed to her forehead, and then she was gone.
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"Mamai?" Lena muttered, glancing around the room.
"Lee?" Kara whispered. "Are you okay?"
"Kara, she's gone." Lena choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You remember?"
"All of it. Where are the kids?" Lena sniffled.
"They're with Alex, but Lena, you remember!" Kara felt tears slip down her cheeks as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to Lena's.
"You're okay, right? I mean, you gave birth again." Lena immediately pulled away from Kara's touch, pain flowing through her veins.
"No, babe, it's not what you think. I never did anything, not voluntarily. She's premature, barely made it." Kara explained.
"Mike Daxam?" Lena whispered.
"Yeah." Kara sighed. I assume you met Elaine, too?
"She has your smile, but everything else..." Lena trailed off.
"She's in withdrawal. Mike drugged her up." Kara sighed, burying her head in her hands. "I let her go because she'd be better, he didn't know about her."
"He had the means to find out, I guess." Lena reached up to run a hand through Kara's hair.
"They put me in a room, and a nurse had to help me shower, but I was so grimy. It feels nice to be clean again."
"Kara, when can we go home?"
"A few weeks, at least. You, dear, just had brain surgery. You even died on me for a minute." Kara chuckled.
"So it wasn't a dream."
"What wasn't a dream?"
"I saw Mamai. I talked to her. I hadn't spoken Irish in years." Lena hummed.
"You talked to your dead mom?"
"Well, she wanted me to go with her, she didn't know about you or the girls. Her English got worse." Lena's face scrunched up like she always did when she was thinking.
"What'd she say?" Kara asked.
"She seemed proud. I told her you'd been kidnapped and she had to translate. I had to call you my bean chéile and the girls my iníonacha before she understood, though. She kissed my forehead, called me her Lena, and Kara, she was real." Lena was in a world of wonder when Kara pulled her in for another kiss. (wife, daughters)
"I'm glad you saw her."
"Me, too. I didn't realize how much I miss her. But, now I've got you."
"And Eliza is your mom now, of course, not by blood, but she'll give you mom hugs all you want." Kara smiled.
"I missed you."
"I didn't go a day without thinking about you. But, Lena, Lillian knows."
"What does she know? What are you talking about?" Lena asked.
"About Project Gorgóna, and she's looking for the location."