It's You (Supercorp)

El Mayarah

Kara (I'm sorry the POV is almost always in Kara's, I promise I'll do more of Lena's POV)

As the events unfolded, I didn't pay attention to much to all the small details. I was adamant only about wrapping my head around my cousin's death.

I wasn't prepared for the day I lost my cousin. He was one of my rocks. Those rocks, being Lena, Alex, and him. I couldn't go on without him in my life.

Granted, he wasn't there for almost half of my life. As soon as I had him back when crash-landed here on Earth, he was gone. He dumped me with the Danvers. I didn't hear from him for years. 

Further on in my life, when I exposed myself to the world as Supergirl, he was back in my life. From monthly, soon weekly, messages on my computer to flying to Metropolis to see Kal, he was back. 

I had learned to depend on him. To depend on him to assure me that I was doing my superheroing correctly, and to depend on him to point me in the right direction when everything became all too much for me.

But now he wasn't here. He wasn't. My cousin was gone. The first of my two living blood relatives was gone. Dead. Deceased. 

I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe that Kal was dead. I wouldn't believe that he's gone. I couldn't. I just can't!

Lena's arms that had just pulled me away from Kal's dead body were still wrapped around me, her still in front of me, my sobs wracking my body. As much as I love Lena, I didn't want to talk to her right now. I didn't want to talk to Alex, nor J'onn, Maggie, or Winn. Not even James or Alura.

I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to sit in silence to let it all soak in. Kal wasn't gone. I needed to hear those words. I needed to hear, "Kal-El is alive. He's alive," in order for me to be okay. 

I used the last of my remaining strength to push Lena away from me (gently), quickly moving out of the room, ignoring the pain that rippled in my veins. Ignoring the searing tears that were left in my eyes, ignoring the ache in my heart.

As I turned out of the room, from the corner of my eye, I saw Lena make a move to follow after me, but Alex pushed her back. Alex knew me too well. 

I quickly left the hallway, turning down brightly lit walls and stopping at the locker rooms, where I had kept a spare change of clothes paired with Lena and I's apartment keys (locked away in a safe, of course). I only grabbed my keys and took a bus to our apartment, crashing onto the couch.

I clutched a pillow tightly to my chest, tears flowing down my face. My body was shaking, and I was gasping for air. I picked up a framed picture of Kal and me, my knuckles turning white at how hard I was clutching the wooden frame. 

If I had my powers, then the picture would have been torn to ashes with the steel grip I had on it. 

I needed Kal. I hadn't realized how much I needed him before I lost him. It was my fault. I could have helped him. I really could have. If I had tried harder, if I had done more... maybe he would have still been here. 

But maybe he was. Just maybe, there was hope. Maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel that I just wasn't far enough in to see. 

I remember the time he and I went out to just have cousin-bonding time. No Superman or Supergirl business, just Kara and Clark. Nothing about us both being aliens or our struggles with being Supers.

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Clark looked over to me, his eyes lit with joy. We each had an ice cream cone in our hands. Something we had in common? Our severe joy we found in food. 

We walked down the boardwalk, the waves in the backdrop making everything resemble the word 'beautiful'. The palm trees bordering the sprouting grass, the people beaming with joy as a flock of pelicans maneuvered adjacent to the ground.

He was the only person who 'got me'. He understood the feeling of being alien, literally, to the planet. He understood feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, he understood the struggles of a hero. He understood me. 

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The flashback was cut off by the creaking of a door that caught my attention. Lena strode over to the couch I was sat at, her fingers instantly clutching at the frame gently and setting it down on the coffee table in its reserved place. She moved the pillow I had gripped, moving it to the side before picking up my body and just holding me. 

And I let her. She was gentle and kind, unbeknownst to the masses of National City. Everybody had this picture in their minds that the youngest Luthor was a 'horrid, crude, and offensive' woman. She was anything but. 

My sobs reduced to sniffles as my girlfriend made the pain stop shortly with her gentle kisses to my forehead, her long hugs that I craved.

"Kara?" she grabbed my attention with her sultry accented voice, "Love, say something..." I had realized that I hadn't said a word.

And then it all resurfaced. I was hit with the stinging pain of my cousin being gone, "Tell me." The two words came out of my mouth harshly as tears left my eyes once more.

"What?" Lena asked confused. Hot, angry tears flowed from my face. I had noticed that she, too, was crying.

"Tell me he's dead. He's not. I know it. He's not!" 

Apparently, Lena knew what I needed. Closure. As she spoke, it all turned real for me, "Kar... I know you need closure. As much as I hate to give you closure, it's what you need. Gra, he's dead. He's gone, and he's looking down upon you and he's so proud. He wants you to go on with life, and you won't be without him. He's so proud of you."

I nodded, "He's gone." Lena nodded, her grip around me tightening. I had succumbed to slumber, my eyes too tired to stay awake.

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Lois

He was gone. My Superman was gone. I knew he wasn't. He couldn't be gone. He always came back. 

As Alex broke the news to me, I immediately knew he wasn't gone. He never was, he never will. He was too strong to die on me. 

Of all people to die, I presumed that it would be Kara. As much as I love Kara, I would rather it be her than Clark. 

Clark. Kal-El. Kal. My Kal. My Superman. My hero. He was gone. I remembered his smile, I remembered his dumb humor that I had soon grown to love and adore but nonetheless rolled my eyes at his side puns.

And I knew what I would do. I would get in contact with Lena Luthor. I knew that Lena was good, hell, she and Kara were literally dating. Supergirl and Lena Luthor are dating. That... that, was a headliner.

Nonetheless, I would communicate with Lena, and we would work on a way to make Clark live. She was profoundly intelligent.

I'm sure that Lena and I could find a way to get Clark back. Of course. She's so gifted that even I couldn't compete. 

But for now, I'd just keep my head up. I'd make sure that nothing anyone told me would convince me of Clark's death. To me, he was alive.

I was going to be staying in National City in a rented apartment until I got Clark back. I would wait. My boss let me work from a distance as I told him about my boyfriend's death. 

As I crashed on the bed, I smiled as I thought about the memories I shared with Clark. I dozed off to sleep, memories washing over me.

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I AM SO SORRY. 1) This chapter is a day late. 2) It is a short chapter. ANYWAY, please tell me if Kal-El/Clark should be referred to as Kal or Clark. And please, I NEED INSPOOOOO 

As much as I love this story, I am losing inspiration..