Disclaimer: I do NOT own Flash, Supergirl, or Justice League!
Author's Note: I am still a WestAllen fan, but... I've grown quite attached to Karry so I thought I'd write about them for one story because they are pretty cute :3
Kara, "Uh... Barry is from Another Universe. Yeah, I still can't believe it. And I'm from Another Planet."
In Time and Space
My name is Kara Zor-El. 24 years ago my planet, Krypton, was in serious peril.
My cousin, Kal-El, was sent to a planet called Earth for his own safety and protection.
You may know his story.
The story you don't know is that I was sent to protect didn't exactly go according to my mother's plan. Krypton's destruction sent a shockwave that knocked my pod off course and into the Phantom Zone. A region in space where time doesn't pass. I slept there for 24 years until somehow I got here.
When I arrived, I was still a 13-year-old girl.
But in that same time my cousin Kal-El had grown up and revealed himself to your world as Superman.
The most powerful man in the universe.
My cousin wanted me to have the same safe human-type childhood he did.
So he placed me with my adoptive family, the Danvers. Scientists who once helped him understand his own super had a daughter, Alex. And despite being born on different planets, we both shared one thing. We knew our lives would never be the same. My new sister, Alex, was best friends with Iris West who lived right next door. Little did I know how our families would soon become so enter adfjkl;
9 Years Later
My fingers pounded ferociously on the keyboard. Perhaps with a little too much force.
"Barry!" I called to him in an annoyed tone. "Barry, the keys on the board of my laptop came off again."
I work at Catco Worldwide Media. An online and print empire built by my boss, Cat Grant.
The most powerful woman in National City. At least, for the next few days.
"Again?" Barry Allen inquires with suspicious, but he rushes over to me with a small bottle in his hands. He starts to examine the damage I've done to my poor laptop and shakes his head in disgust. "How do you keep doing that? Not too worry, Kara, a little Superglue should do the trick. When in doubt, you can always count on superglue."
I give him a weird face. "Isn't that what they say about ducktape?"
He shrugs his shoulders before gently squeezing the small bottle to repair the keys on my laptop, "Eh. Ducktape is for sticky situations that an exert force just wants to pull apart. Besides, you don't want to wag your ducktail at an unforeseen enemy."
"Speaking of sticky situations…" I pause a little before continuing, "I'm sorry that you have to miss going to see the particle accelerator turn on tonight. I know you've been wanting to. It's your sad, little, nerdy dream."
"Yeah, well, when you're involved in extracurricular activity, you kinda don't have a choice if you want to pass. And… Oh Crap! What time is it?" Barry looks down at his wrist only to realize that he doesn't have a wristwatch there. I almost want to laugh at him, but I hold it in.
"6:48" Winslow "Winn" Schott answers him as he strides into the office room and sits down in one of the spindly chairs.
The color drains from Barry's face and a worry expression appears, "I'm late. Ohhh, I'm so gonna be late! And I really can't miss this flight. Thanks, Winn! See ya later, Kara." And he rushes out of the room before either of us can say another word to him.
"Not exactly on top of things, is he? Mr. Allen, I mean," Winn notices. "In fact, I'm surprised that Miss Grant still hasn't fired him."
I readjusted my square glasses to sit more comfortably on the bridge of my nose, "That's because Barry performs his IT job better than you."
Winslow Schott makes a pretend hurt face, "Whaatttt? No way! I work so much faster and diligently than he does. And, at least, I'm actually here to do the know how often he's gone?"
I raise my eyebrow at him and accuse, "You're playing online poker."
Winn makes a surprise expression and seems a little bit less comfortable at that statement, "How do you know that? It's not like you can see through the computer screen."
Actually, being an Kryptonian alien, I could. But I had to hide my secret. "It's the movement of your fingers," I simply answer causally.
Winn clears his throat. "Ahem. Anyway…Did you hear? That there was an armored car robbery last night. There no witnesses except for this homeless guy - who swears the perp had horns."
"Thanks," I say sarcastically.
"No really, like, on his head! I'm telling you. They're out there. Aliens," Winn emphasises in an excited tone.
Again, I had to lie in order to hide my secret. "Winn, they're no such thing as aliens."
Winn chuckles. "Well, you might feel differently if you read this website."
"You write that website," I accuse once more.
"I, I-" he stutters shyly, "I contribute. Hey, umm, I was wondering if you wanna I don't know go see, go see a movie tonight or something."
Oh crap. Was he asking me out on a date? Winn was a good friend, his shyness was kinda cute, but that was all. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I can't." I inhale deeply before admitting, "I have a date."
"A date. Really," Winn repeats with a bit of disappointment to his tone.
I almost feel bad for him. "Mhmm," I nod.
He completely changes his tone to excitement, "That's - That's Great! Great Fun. Dating's fun. Umm. Who is it with?"
"It's - It's an online date. Says we're 82% compatible, so should be good." I answered awkwardly, sitting back down in my desk chair.
Winn asks, "You know that you can't quantify emotions based on an algorithm, right?"
I roll my blue eyes. "Winn, you're an IT. Isn't your whole life based on algorithms?"
"Yes," he answers, "so if there was an algorithm for love I think that I would know about it. It's just like you're gonna know when it hits you, Kara. It'll all be Wah-Pow!" And he throws a punch into air.
Being a Kryptonian alien from another planet makes my hearing very good. I could hear Cat Grant's voice from within the elevator lift. She was muttering to herself, "Ugh, this elevator is a human petri-dish. It's like standing up in a coach."
I fix my glasses again before immediately standing on my feet. "She's here," I announce to the office room.
"How do you do that?" Winn whispers in awe.
I just put on a smile, "Good morning, Miss Grant."
The most powerful woman in National City starts making her way to her large office. As she does so, I quickly grab her coffee from my desk and follow behind her. Secretly, I used my 'heat vision' to warm up her coffee. "The only reason I bought this building was because it had a private elevator. That way I don't have to get soaked in cheap cologne every morning getting to my office. Find out who used it, have them reprimanded, or bathed, I don't care which."
I hand her the drink. "Here's your latte. Hot."
Miss Grant takes it and takes a sip. "That'll be new and different. I have a meeting with the board today at lunch, so cancel sushi with my mother," she throws her latte away in her trash bin under her sleek desk.
'What a waste,' I thought, fixing my glasses once again. I was pulled out of my thoughts when she speaks again, "Oh.. and cancel my therapist. I won't be needing if I'm not having lunch with my mother." She slides off her purse from her shoulder and takes off her black sunglasses.
"Got it," I reply at once, writing the details down in a small notebook with a yellow pencil.
Miss Grant takes a seat in her brown leather spindly chair. "Also, I've emailed a list. Prepare termination letters for the Tribune employees as noted," and opens a yellow folder, "But it would be so nice if you handwrote them. Use the lesser card stock."
My smile faded. "You're downsizing the Tribune? But that was your first acquisition."
Miss Grant took her black sharpie and started writing on her folder. "Go see if the new art director has the layout ready." She let out a small sigh, "It's not that I don't see your frown.. It's just that I don't care enough to ask why it's there."
I inhale deeply, "All those people… they're going to lose their jobs. What's going to happen to them - to their families? They don't have to downsize at the Daily Planet."
"Metropolis has a person who wears a cape and clies around performing heroic acts. The Planet puts this superlative man on their cover 54% of the time. You wanna save the Tribu? Go find me a hero, Kerah." She says this kind of mockingly that it gets on my nerves.
I start walking out of her office; a frown still on my face. "It's Kara," I corrected in annoyance as I leave.
There was a knock at my door. I know who it is before I even pull the door open. It was my sister, Alex. She has short brunette hair, brown eyes, is dressed in black clothing and looks very sophisticated. "I have a conference in D.C. and I need to be on a plane in an hour."
"And I have a blind date in half an hour and I need you to help me pick out what to wear. I win." I tell her.
"Why do you do this to me?" Alex asks as she walks past the threshold.
"Because I am your sister and you love me," I stated innocently. I really do love my sister.
Alex is already going through my clothes.
" I don't know… I feel like I'm not feeling up to my potential. I went to work for Cat Grant because I thought working in a media company run by a powerful woman who actually shapes the way people think would be the way I could make a difference," I tell her conversationally, sitting down on my gray sofa, "but, instead, I just fetch layouts and coffee."
"You always wanted to be normal, right?" Alex asks. She now has a red shirt and blue shirt in both her hands. "So, having a crappy boss and absolutely nothing to wear… This is what normal looks like."
I get up off the couch, "I am NOT normal! I have the same powers he does. I can lift a bus, stop a bullet. Alex, I can fly. At least, I think I can. I haven't done it in years."
Alex lets out a breathe, "Kara, you've got a good job, you're cute, and thanks to your alien DNA - You can't get pimples." I chuckle at that, "Life is not so bad. But, if you really want to help somebody, you'll pick between one of these two, so I can get on my plane." She shows me a choice between a red and blue shirt.
I pointed to the red one. She handed me the blue one instead, "Good choice. When in doubt, go with the blue, it is your color. All right. Text me every detail from your date and I will call you when I land in Washington."
"I love you," I admitted truthfully, giving her a hug.
She returns the hug, "I love you, too. Ok. See ya."
My name is Barry Allen. I am the fastest man alive.
My story is pretty simple. My whole life- I've been running. Usually from bullies. Sometimes I escaped, sometimes I did not. But after that night, I was running from something much scarier. Something I could never explain.
I heaved a breath as I sat down in a plane seat next to the window. It was raining outside, pretty heavily too. "Barely made it." My grin turned into a frown when I noticed a certain brunette sitting in the seat next to me, "Alex? Alex Danvers? Out of all the coincidences and luck, I haveta sit next to you."
Alex Danvers gave me a small smile, "Aww, don't be such a kid. You know… Kara is on a date tonight."
I almost choked on those words. I spluttered, "She's- WHAT?!"
Her smile grew at my discomfort. "You want to know with who. Don't you?"
Alex Danvers was one of the most annoying girls I have ever met. I turned away to face the window. "Not - not particularly." This was a big fat lie.
The airplane started to roll off into flight. "Good," She says, "because I don't know. Apparently, it's a blind date." Somehow I still felt annoyed. That statement made the situation much more infuriating.
Of all the luck in time and space, lightning struck at the airplane just then and I don't really remember what happened much after that. All I remember is falling down a deep, dark hole.
Pilot, "We just lost another engine! Maday. Maday. Maday."
(Indistinct shouting aboard aircraft) Pilot continues, "Flight attendants, brace for impact!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Note: So, whadda think?