A/N:
most part in the dialogue was taken from the show
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Kara's pov
I named my new favorite purple teddy Ms. Mcfuzzy. Its so cute, I love it. But I love it more because its from Lena.
She's going through a tough time right now and I wanted her to keep ms.mcfuzzy, but she insisted I keep it so I got myself a distraction whenever I get bored with homework. Its a lame excuse but Lena can be very persuasive, plus I really can't say no to her.
I hope she'll be okay. I hate it when she's sad. It really breaks my heart to see her cry. I wish I could do more to make her feel better, but there isn't just enough that I can do.
I texted her good night and drifted off slowly to sleep, with her still in my thoughts...
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Sometime in the middle of the night...
I woke up inside some sort of an iron steel cage, in some sort of a warehouse, in a place I really can't be sure where. I've got this blurry vision of every thing, like I was drugged. I tried standing upright, but my knees feel wobbly.
As I try to figure a way out, the door from the far right side opened. A familiar person came in, walking towards me.
"Supergirl!" She said, "I don't believe we've been introduced..."
"I've seen you before...I think, in Lena Luthor's office. What were you doing there?" I said a little confused. Something doesn't feel right.
"I might ask you the same. I don't like the idea of you around my daughter," she smirked.
And it clicked on to me who this person is, only something isn't quite right.
"You're Lillian Luthor, Lex and Lena's mother..."
"I am a lot of things, Supergirl. A doctor, a patriot, a- "
"A liar, a kidnapper, a killer, does Lena know about cadmus? Does she know who her mother really is?!"
"And what are you to my daughter?!" She retorted.
I'm trying to think of the right answer. Everything around here seems wrong and I can't make any sense of this conversation, even though I seem to know what I'm saying.
"I'm a..." I can't find the right word to describe what I am to Lena. But I have to say something. "I'm her friend,"
"I've heard that before..." Lillian Luthor mocked as she walked around just outside my cage. "Years before, Superman came to my son, Lex, and promised him the world, a new dawn for humanity. Lex believed him, my poor boy. Superman watched as your kinsmen infected this world with his propaganda, with his superpowers unchecked, and when Lex tried to take that power back, he convinced the world Lex was evil. My beautiful genius boy, an actual superman behind bars for life. Because you and your kind will stop at nothing to poison this earth!!"
I don't think I get what she's telling me, but somehow, some part of me seems to understand it all the same. She talked about Superman and she referred to me as Supergirl. It doesn't make any sense at all. But one thing she said kept ringing in the back of my mind.
You and your kind...
What the heck was that supposed to mean??
You and your kind...
You and your kind...
You and your kind...
It went on and on in my head, echoing, ringing like an alarm that never stops beeping...
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Seven freakin' o'five in the morning
bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!bip!beeeeeeeeeepppppp!!!!!!!!!
I slammed my hand in the most annoying thing in the morning, grabbed it and flung it over across my room.
"What the eff, Kara!!" I heard Alex's yell that made my head pop out of the covers. "Are you trying to pitch for the Yankees or are you trying to murder me?!"
"Sorry...I just..."
"Hate the alarm or hate the morning?"
"Neither...just this weird dream I had," you and your kind, Mrs. Luthor's gloomy creepy voice still echoes in my head.
I could have dreamt about me and Lena, making out in the middle of the freeway, but instead I dreamed of her mother. How disturbing is that??
"Well, sweet pitching cousin of mine, move on already. Its just some dream, get back to reality. Your mom's fussing in the kitchen already..." Alex said as she went downstairs and left me staring at nothing.
Well, she's right I guess. It's just some weird dream, nothing important, unless of course if its Lena and me smooching each other's brains out, I must get back to the reality, which by the way, also translates to school...