Missing Scene, 3x7
Lena’s eyes bulged. She must not have heard correctly. How could a person, part of a larger race she had basically exiled and executed with a puff of smoke be back.
She regained her composure, remembering that she had to be the care-taker this time.
“Oh, wow,” she offered, buying herself time to think of something better to say. “How are you doing with that, Kara?”
She mentally kicked herself. Of course she wasn’t doing great, Lena thought furiously. Who is doing great after they see an ex just out and about, let alone one you thought was date after you sent them into space?
“I’m,” Kara began, trying to be brave. “I,” she exhaled shortly. “I could actually do with seeing you and just avoiding this for right now. If you’re free?”
“Of course I’m free,” Lena responded a little too quickly and a little too eagerly. “Um, uh, where would you like to go?”
“Can we go to your house?”
She could almost hear her best friend’s pout.
Lena’s coffee table groaned under every take out food imaginable. If she was honest with herself, she panicked when picking out food for Kara, so she simply ordered one of everything.
“Fanks fer da foo,” Kara mumbled while she alternated between bites of deep dish pizza and jumbo potstickers.
Lena laughed. “We must really be spending too much time together, because I understood that perfectly.”
Kara smiled lightly back at her best friend. She swallowed, sat up a bit more from her position criss-cross applesauce on the ground, and fixed Lena with a pensive look.
“Hmm,” she responded idly, filling up her and Kara’s wine glasses.
“Have you ever been in love?”
Lena’s heart pounded in her chest and she nearly knocked over her own glass, trying to raise it too quickly to her mouth. Had she ever been in love? The simple answer was yes, she had. She has, she is; she was in love in that very moment with the woman sitting across from her, shoveling pad see ew into her face.
“Y-yeah, yes,” she took a healthy swig of her merlot. “Yes, I have.”
“How did it make you feel?”
Geez, no easy questions tonight? No, what’s your favorite book type of questions?
Lena closed her eyes to actually answer Kara honestly. She could be honest without telling her that the person she had those feelings about is Kara, right?
“They are always there for me,” she began, keeping her eyes closed tight, afraid to look at her best friend. “They just have a way of making me actually believe in myself. No one’s ever done that. No one ever cared enough to do that.” She opened her eyes, seeing Kara giving her a wistful look, like she was listening to her favorite book and longed to be a part of it.
“We just, fit well together. I know I would do anything for them, and they would do anything for me. They’ve shown me a completely different way to look at the world, and they’ve seen me be ugly, be broken, and instead of running away, they stayed and helped me put myself back together again.”
Silence hung between for a moment, both woman in their minds rather than in the room.
“That sounds so wonderful,” Kara whispered. “Why aren’t you still with them?”
“Oh,” Lena chuckled, straightening up on the couch. “This is unrequited, I’m afraid.”
Kara pouted, her signature crinkle forming just above the brow line of her glasses. “Who wouldn’t want to be with you?” she asked, exasperated.
“I’m more likely to be on someone’s hit list than their Top 10 crushes,” Lena joked, taking another sip of wine.
Kara frown deepened. “Lena,” she made sure to have Lena’s attention. “I’m sure there are quite a few people that have you on their crush list.”
Lena blushed, not daring to ask who was on Kara’s crush list.
“Crush list,” Lena repeated. “I don’t think I’ve heard that since high school.”
“Ooh,” Kara’s eye brows danced mischievously behind her frames. “Who does Lena Luthor have on her list of Top 10 Crushes?”
Lena laughed loudly at this. She couldn’t resist smiling when Kara put on her foe-reporter voice. “No comment.”
“Oh, come on, Lena!” Kara pouted again, full on puppy eyes this time. “Just tell me one person on your list! It’s like the rules of best friendom that I know.”
Lena smiled slyly at Kara, now with a practically cheesy grin plastered on her face. “You really want to know that badly?”
“Yes!!” Kara whined, pulling her wine to her lips. “Who’s top of your list?”
Kara choked on her merlot.