First Kiss, First Look
Kara Danvers awkwardly ambles towards the door of Lena Luthor’s office, adjusting her glasses as she goes. Her flushed cheeks clearly visible from where Lena stands across the office.
The interview, if that’s what you want to call it, had gone well. Snapper’s wish for L-Corp’s stance on technocratic methods of development in the Global South had lasted all of five minutes before turning to a more casual conversation between the reporter and CEO. It wasn’t until an urgent phone call from Alex nearly two hours later did Kara reluctantly pack up her barely-used notepad and make to leave. Lena had stopped her, pulling her closer and placing a gentle kiss on Kara’s lips.
Kara had longed to stay. She found herself returning the kiss, pressing forward into Lena, her hands gripping her waist. Continuous vibrations and several missed calls later, Kara pulled away. “I…I have to go… I don’t want to…but I…”
Lena smiled, “Dinner?”
Kara returned the smile, bright and wide, “Dinner.”
She gets out a few ‘good bye Lena’s” and a couple “thank you’s” before turning to catch the door knob. The door, however, reaches her half-way as it swings open to slam Kara in the face, her glasses tumbling to the floor.
Lena lets out a sharp gasp, “Oh my God, Kara…!”
Kara stumbles backwards, her hands instantly moving upwards to cover her face.
“Miss Luthor, there’s a ca…Miss Danvers! I’m so sorry!” Jess emerges from the other side of the door, stepping towards Kara, and at the same time hearing a CRUNCH from beneath her foot.
“Oh no. Kara,” Jess pauses, one hand still outstretched, the other reaching down for the broken glasses.
Kara panics, her hands still holding her ‘broken’ nose, “No no, Jess, everything’s fine.”
“There’s no blood, is there? Is it broken? I’m sorry, Miss Danvers, I had no idea you were there…”
Lena is already on her feet and walking quickly towards the scene, “Let me see it, Kara, if it’s broken...” she reaches Kara’s side, one hand coming to rest on Kara’s elbow.
Kara slights at Lena’s touch, not expecting it, but not minding it either, “Lena, you guys, really, I’m ok…I’ll just…bathroom?” Kara mumbles from behind her hands.
Jess directs Kara down the hall, and not skipping another beat, Kara is gone, her hands clutching her nose.
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Kara stands in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her nose? It’s fine. Not broken. Not even a trace that the incident had even happened. Her stress? Through the roof. Damn her hair choice today: her long blonde hair down in soft waves, eerily similar to the way she styles it as Supergirl. Without her glasses, she’d be instantly recognizable. Well…to anyone with a brain and eyes. And Lena Luthor definitely has all of those things.
Kara sighs and grips the sink.
Think. Think. Think.
She had already considered just flying home, but the bathroom has no windows. The only way out is passing by Lena’s office and a super sonic boom in an office building isn’t suspicious at all…
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
There’s a soft rap on the bathroom door and Kara tenses. The sink cracks slightly beneath her hands.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Another knock.
“Kara?” Lena’s voice comes from the other side of the door, “Kara? Is everything ok?”
The door starts to open and Kara replaces her hands to cover her nose as Lena enters with a first-aid kit in her hands.
“I found it! I’ve got a few things in here, but I’m not sure it’ll be of much help. I’m a physicist at heart, not a doctor, but I can get you a ride to the hospital…” Lena rambles as she steps closer to Kara, whose eyes have grown wide. “Unfortunately the glasses are beyond repair.”
Kara moves to speak, pauses, before muttering, “It’s not broken, I’ll be fine, I think I’ll head home.”
“Are you sure? Kara, you haven’t moved your hands since Jess hit you,” Lena sets the first-aid kit on the counter. Kara shuffles sideways to hide the broken sink from Lena’s view, but it doesn’t work. Lena sees the large cracks and confusion settles on her face.
“I’m sure. Very sure. My sister is a doctor, she can patch me up I’ll be normal in no time. Completely normal. That’s me, very normal.“
Lena watches Kara, her eyebrows furrow at the long explanation, her eyes darting back to the sink then again to Kara.
Kara inhales sharply, quickly ending her rant as Lena steps even closer, her fingers gently taking Kara’s wrists and lowering them. “Kara, what’s going on?” A small smile plays on Lena’s lips as she removes Kara’s hands from her ‘broken’ nose. It quickly disappears when she sees Kara’s face.
No blood.
No broken nose.
Just Supergirl.
And a broken sink.