This Necklace - A Dark Blue Band With A Silver Pendant - Was A Promise, More Than Anything. A Promise

Metallo!Lena AU Pt 3

The air feels different.

The warehouse had been damp, perpetually chill, and echoed with emptiness. As Lena slowly wakes, the air around her presses warm and dry against her skin, enveloping her in gentle sounds.

Beeping monitors, now a fixture of her reality.

Muffled voices, urgent yet distant, as though muffled through a door.

Faint snores, from someone sleeping in the room next to her bed.

With considerable effort, Lena pries open her sleep crusted eyes. The ceiling overhead is too close, too white. She blinks against the disorientation, and when she tries again she can count the ceiling tiles between the air vents, and suddenly it doesn't feel like the room is caving in on her anymore.

More surprising, though, is when she turns and finds the snores are issuing from Supergirl herself.

Alarm sears against her senses, and Lena gasps when her heart starts to pound. Supergirl jolts awake at the sound, bolting upright even as Lena recoils.

"Get away!" Lena chokes out. "Get away from me, please--"

Supergirl lifts her hands placatingly. "I'm not going to hurt you--"

"I don't want to hurt YOU--"

"You won't," Supergirl promises gently. Lena pauses when the hero nods towards her chest, hands still aloft. "Look."

Lena reaches for the collar of her hospital gown, peeking beneath to see that the chunk of kryptonite is covered by a portion of her leaded apron, now secured by shoulder straps over each arm and a buckle around her ribs.

"We're both safe," Supergirl continues. "I promise."

Sagging, Lena sucks in a ragged breath. All she wants is to curl into a ball, close her eyes, and pretend none of this had happened at all, but she hasn't the strength. Tears start to come, burning hot against her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she says again, her voice cracking under the strain. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt anyone."

Supergirl nods, slowly bending to perch on the seat she'd just been dozing in. "I know. But I'm okay. We're more concerned about you."

Lena blinks up at the ceiling. "You can't remove it, can you."

"No," Supergirl responds after a beat. "The kryptonite is fully grafted into all of your neurological and circulatory systems. It's... It's the only thing keeping you alive."

It comes as zero shock to Lena-- Lillian has made no effort to spare Lena the details of her condition, or the success of her work in resurrecting her. Lillian has never been one to sugar coat.

"I know you've been through a lot," Supergirl continues. Her eyebrows crinkle in the middle. Lena doesn't quite know what to do with the concern in the hero's gaze. Or the sympathy. "But we were hoping you could help us."

"How?"

"The people who did this to you... we think they're part of a group called Cadmus. We think the person behind is--"

"Her name is Lillian Luthor," Lena surrenders readily, bitterness rising in her throat. "She's my mother."

Lena's jaw tightens. She meets the hero's gaze.

"What do you want to know?"

Fic update!

she’s cursed

chapter 9, mistakes

on ao3

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Well, according to physics, he's liquid

wait then what shape does sir mochi think his ears are

Mochi thinks he's pocket-sized, always trying to hide in small places. if he fits he sits - the real q is if he's aware he even has a physical form 😱

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