Timeless

"Mom wake up! It's late, Mom!" She heard a teenager voice muffled with the pillow she was holding carefully pressed over her ear.

Wait. Mom?

Cat jumped sitting up in bed. A pair of blue eyes waiting for her in the edge of the bed, perfectly curled brown hair adorning a crossing arms teenager head.

"You promised you would take me to school today mother! You are late, dress up."

Mother? What's even going on here?

Cat looked around the room, it wasn't hers, only the bedroom was actually almost the same size of her own apartment to be honest, the bed she was siting in was absurdly big and she was wearing a long sleeve silk pajamas. She recalled the night before and she was sure she had gone to bed in her apartment, wearing nothing but her panties and an old black tee.

"What are you waiting for Mom? Hurry up!"

With that, the boy left the room. She jumped off bed run to the bathroom and directly towards the mirror, she looked exactly the same, somehow her body had been transported to that place over the night, she was now living a life she didn't know, with a kid that claimed to be her son, of which she didn't even knew the name. Everything was absurdly confusing and she had not idea of what was going on. She waited in the bathroom for some minutes hoping she would wake up from that senseless dream soon. Nothing changed.

Cat dressed up with one of the fancy outfits she found in the wardrobe, whatever was the problem there, fashion wasn't a part of it, she decided she would enjoy herself instead of panicking about something she could not change not immediately anyway. She took her 'son' to his school, well, her driver took them both there, the boy was actually pretty smart and she soon found herself thinking it wouldn't be that hard to be his mother, even if she basically knew nothing about him.

"Bye Mom, see ya at night?" The boy smiled and leaned in to hug her tight.

Cat froze.

"Have a good day sweetie," she said leaning in to the hug after a second.

...

Cat walked in the lobby of the building she just found out is hers, Catco, well it was catchy, she had to give her future self that, because after all she had to admit that walking into her own company made her feel like she was walking in her own palace, which was technically true. She could picture herself twenty years older walking in the place like she owned everything and everyone that dared to stand on the ground around her and the idea of how powerful she would become started to blow up her ego a little bit.

"Tell me something darling," she started bending over the reception counter, "how long have you worked here at Catco?" She gave the girl a flirty look over her sunglasses.

"One year and a half Ms. Grant," the girl answered with a little trace of fear probably thinking she was about to get fired.

"And in all that time I bet you have learned a lot about the company, about me maybe, isn't it? For example if I asked you what floor is my office you would say?"

"Sixty nine."

"That actually makes totally sense, thanks sweetheart," she concluded winking at the confused girl, "chill out love, it was a test and guess what? You approved. Now where are the elevators?"

"Your private elevator is that one Ms. Grant," the girl pointed out with her index finger.

"Private, fancy," she smiled directing to her office.

"Ms. Grant, here is your latte," Kara started when the elevator was still opening, " oh your hair is different, i mean, n-not in a bad way, its just straight and—, " she let out nervously, "is it longer?"

"Don't be ridiculous how could it be longer—," Cat started rolling her tiny and slim mobile phone in her hands as she tried to figure out how was that the device functioned, it was definitely not like anything she had known in her time, "Oh well, look at what the cat brought to me, my assistant I suppose," she said lifting her gaze from the phone, recklessly scanning Kara from head to toe, her eyebrow darting up as her smirk built up in the corner of her lips.

"Yeah, well, not really, you actually promoted me few months ago."

"And love, you keep bringing me latte because..." Cat said sliding her hand from Kara shoulder to her wrist tracing circles with her fingers on the back of her hand before she finally took the cup she was offering.

"I—, out of habit I guess," the blonde muttered feeling how her face started to blush deeply.

"And 'not my assistant' girl, how should I address to you then?"

"Hmmm?" Kara couldn't concentrate Cat was now barely inches away from her.

"Name dear, do you have one?"

"Kara for everyone else in the world and Kiera for you," she answered automatically not able to control what her mouth let out, Cat's look was hypnotizing.

"Is that so? Interesting."

"No, I mean—, Kara Danvers Ms. Grant," she corrected shaking her head to clear her mind a little.

"Good to know Kiera," Cat winked at her and then walked into the hallway searching for the fancier office in the floor that would have to be hers.

"Cat, you look twenty years younger, you gotta give me your secret," a man standing in her office started when she got in.

"Maxwell? Maxwell Lord? Is that you?" She asked getting in the office as she observed the good-looking man she remembered as a technology genius teenager.

"Do you know any other? Should I know about any lost twin of mine or something?"

"No, you just look so handsome, what brings you to my office today?" She asked as she walked around the desk and sat down on her chair.

"A compliment from Cat Grant, wow I feel so blessed right now," Max started sarcastically, "just came by to say hi, maybe invite you dinner tonight?"

"Are you asking or are you telling love?"

"Well, I'm asking, so dinner?"

"Sorry, already made plans to invite someone out myself, maybe other day, was that all?" Cat lifted her glance for a second from the magazine she was now pretending to read.

"I suppose that was all," Max answered angrily, " goodbye Cat," he said darting out of the office.

Cat watched him leave, furiously walking down the hallway, while her mind roamed to the memory of the girl she had just met out in the same hallway just minutes ago. Kara.

She spent some time looking around the office trying to adjust to the idea of being her own boss and having a company to run, she certainly needed help, because honestly she didn't know what she was supposed to do. She called her assistant and asked for her schedule of the day. Apart from sympathetic the girl seemed rather useless and honestly she needed someone who really could teach her to run the place as her future self did. She opened her laptop, hoping there was some clues for her in there, the thing was ridiculously slim and light and there was a note stuck to the screen.

Remind "Kiera" to pull up her grown up pants.

It was her handwriting.

Maybe she had just found the person to help her run the company. After all if her future self had promoted the girl from her personal assistant to whatever the hell the girl did now, she had to be good if not excellent at her work.