One Shots

𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦

     She was a mess. In fact, she never thought she'd ever be as wrecked as she felt that day. Simply broken.

     Throughout all the years of her life, she had had to deal with lost, tragedy and trauma, more times than anyone would judge bearable. The only time she recalled feeling something similar to that one, was when she was 13, and watched her whole world die, explode, vanishing from her view as she soared away.

     That day, she had lost the two most important people in her life, and had no assurance of surviving whatsoever. Nevertheless, that wasn't the worst part. The worst part, was not knowing if, when she reached her destiny, she would have someone to rely on. Someone to share the consuming ache, spreading over her body. A good listener, someone trustable.

     Luckily, she did. And that someone had been there for her since then. Squeezing her hand, teaching her how to cope with such a new reality, helping her get through it all and contributing to make that destroying pain fade, bit by bit.

     The hole, once formed in her heart, had been filled with the warmth and love she had been gifted to receive. A sister, more than she could ever ask for.

     And, day by day, not only did she learn how to live in the world she had once found so terrifying, but also, she had grown to love it. She had gained a new home, a new family, and the best adolescence she could have imagined.

     Then, that one person, that was there for her when she arrived, feeling homeless and lonely, and during everything afterwards, was gone too. Her sister gave up the memories she had of her and her true identity, to prevent it from falling in the wrong hands. To save her. Even though she still remembered her — as her human sister — the consequences that came along were devastating, and she wasn't sure she could endure them anymore.

     Having to live with her sister, who once knew anything and everything about her, forgetting most of their moments had had a bigger impact than she could've forecasted. First, they were having big arguments when she was posing as her alter-ego, and soon later, those occurred even when she wasn't. Every piece of home was being shattered and thrown away.

     After losing so much — her parents, her relatives, her planet, even her first and deepest love —, she had figured the one thing, that would remain intact, would be her relationship with Alex, her sister. Rao, was she wrong.

     Lying on the couch, having the biggest mental breakdown she'd had ever since Mon-El left, she couldn't think of anything else capable of comforting her. Her mind had drifted off to the warmth of his arms, after a long time pushing such thoughts away. She needed her sister, but that wouldn't be possible right away, so she needed safety, comfort. It couldn't be human comfort, that wouldn't do. She needed someone stronger than that, she needed to feel affection.

     She didn't think there could be any tears left inside her, yet there were. She felt the water running down her cheeks as she was reminded of how the only person able to make her feel better that moment, was centuries away. She didn't even know why she was thinking about him. She had moved on, right? He had. 

     Still, she prayed to Rao, and every god she remembered from her culture, to bring her safety, warmth, comfort, strength. 

     Wrapping herself up with the blanket she was holding, she took a deep, shaky breath and closed her eyes, letting the tears out. 

     Just when she was about to fall asleep, she heard a knock on the door. Too tired to activate her powers and use her X-ray vision, she wiped her tears, grabbing her glasses from the coffee table, and went open it. 

     As she did so, the shock was so immense that she didn't believe her eyes at first. She closed them again, squeezing them shut, and rubbing her forehead, in the hope of waking up from a dream, or finding another person as she reopened them. However, he was still there, standing right in front of her, a tense, yet caring expression written over his face.