Lena Luthor/you fic part 13
Things got bad that night. Around midnight, you came down from the pills left in your system and the shaking started. You had laid next to Lena as long as you could, shaking and trying to keep your teeth from chattering, but then the nausea hit. A substantial amount of pain accompanied your trip to the bathroom and your knees collided with the linoleum floor in front of the toilet.
Lena woke up as soon as you lurched out of bed and blinked the sleep out of her eyes. The sound of you retching into the toilet shot her into alertness almost immediately and she stumbled into the bathroom just in time to see you gag so forcefully that you were hit with a coughing fit.
“Hey,” Lena murmured as she dropped down beside you. “It’s okay. You’re alright.”
“J-just go back to bed.”
“Shhh, no. It’s alright,” Lena replied quietly. Her hand ran up and down your back in light patterns and you struggled to catch your breath. After nearly a minute, another wave of nausea hit you and you vomited again. Lena could practically feel her heart breaking as you lurched under her touch.
“You have work, please just leave. I can handle this.”
“Y/N, don’t push me away. It’s alright.”
Lena stroked your back once more and then got to her feet. You spat out the remaining bile into the toilet bowl while Lena grabbed a paper cup full of water from the sink. Grateful for the relief, you rinsed your mouth out while. Lena, not wanting you to spend the rest of the night on the bathroom floor, grabbed the trashcan from under the sink and carried it over to your side of the bed.
“Come here,” Lena spoke as she wrapped her arms around you and helped you into a standing position. “There you go.”
“Lena, I can move out. I don’t want you to deal with this.”
“Stop. I want you here. We’re going to get through this, and everything else that happened, together.”
You didn’t reply as Lena helped you towards her bed and back under the blankets. Another series of tremors hit you and Lena quickly slid in next to you and pulled you against her. She was warm and comforting and as much as your instincts told you to pull away, you let her hold you.
“Y/N, I love you. What you told me tonight doesn’t change anything about that.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry.”
You didn’t sleep much at all that night. The constant stream of chills and guilt kept you awake until almost four, and Lena waking up for work roused you around 6:30. While you managed to lay still long enough for her to leave, the second she did you ended up back on the bathroom floor.
After heaving up the remnants of your stomach, you drug yourself up, brushed your teeth, and collapsed back in bed.
God, did you regret telling Lena. If you hadn’t, you would be fine right now. Your healing bruises and broken bones wouldn’t be flaring up at the smallest movement and you wouldn’t feel like you had just contracted every virus available on a preschool floor.
After a few hours of restless sleep, you drug yourself out of bed again and out into the main area of the apartment. Much to your surprise and dismay, Kara Danvers was sprawled across the couch in the living room.
“Didn’t realize I was getting a babysitter,” you grunted. Your crutches clicked against the hardwood floor as you begrudgingly hopped over to the couch.
“Well, from the sounds of it, you need one.”
You spun back around, unwilling to listen to this. You were on edge, irritated, and still felt like you had contracted a mild case of food poisoning. The last thing you needed was a lecture from a superhero.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting dressed and I’m leaving.”
“Cool. Where are we going?”
Your jaw locked in annoyance at the sound of Kara’s footsteps trailing you and you slammed the door to Lena’s bedroom. Every so often, a series of chills ran its way through your body and you did your best to ignore them as you unstrapped your boot, threw on jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and then put it back on. When you emerged from the bedroom, Kara was standing right in the doorway, arms crossed.
“So, where are we going?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, kind of. If I knew, I could just fly us there.”
“I don’t need your help, thanks,” you grunted as you made your way towards the front of the apartment.
“Fine, we’ll walk. It’s a nice day.”
“Glad you approve.”
“So, are you going to talk to me about any of this?”
You quickened your pace in order to get ahead of the alien and spent a very awkward tense elevator ride scowling in Kara’s direction. It was the first time out of the building in a while, and the sun nearly blinded you when you stepped out onto the street. It only intensified your headache.
“Y/N, I think it was really big of you to tell Lena about what you were doing. I just don’t understand why you would start-“
“Yeah, you wouldn’t understand.”
“Well, neither does Lena. So the least you could do is try to help us to.”
“It isn’t any of you business why I do what I do. And if you were really as super as you think you are, you’d be able to figure it out. It’s not that hard.”
“Are you still in pain?”
You scoffed, ignoring the burning strain in your arms from moving so fast, and glanced over in Kara’s direction.
“Why wouldn’t you just take your prescription like normal, then?”
“Kara, how long have you ever been in pain for? Like, five minutes when a super villain gets the upper hand?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“I’ve been roughed up before,” you continued as the two of you came to stop at a crosswalk. “But, not like that. And, if I let it bother me as much…as much as it should, it’s going to affect Lena. I’ve seen addicts and I’ve seen how well it can be hidden.”
“You can’t hide something forever, though.”
“I didn’t need ‘forever’, I needed Lena to stop looking at me like I was about to break.”
“Don’t you think this will worry her more?”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t a mistake!” you snapped defensively. The light changed and the two of you stepped out onto the street. Kara’s gaze softened when she realized how genuinely upset you seemed with yourself.
“You can fix it, though. Just make sure that Lena sees you’re trying to keep it together.”
“That’s all she sees anymore. Things aren’t…they aren’t working like they did before everything came out. I know Lena cares and she loves me, but it’s like she’s afraid to now.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s just…so careful. Like she’s walking on eggshells around me. I don’t know how to make things more, uh, comfortable.”
“Do you tell her any of this?”
“No, it’ll just make her feel bad. Lena blames everything on herself.”
“I’ve noticed,” Kara sighed. Her forehead crinkled when you stopped hobbling in front of a bar. “This seems like a bad idea.”
“So, you are my babysitter…”
“Fine,” the blonde relented and opened the door for you. It was a tad more ritzy than your normal venue, but it was the first one you had seen and you’d be lying if you tried to say the short journey hadn’t left you winded.
The bar was entirely empty, and you chose the stool at the farthest end of the bar. Due to the lack of patrons, you were served a rum and Coke within a minute. You downed half of the beverage quickly; having become rather parched from the walk over.
“Still no luck finding Lillian?” you asked after setting the drink down onto the paper coaster. Kara sighed.
“What happens to her when you do?”
You took another drink after seeing the older woman’s face flash through your mind. The image made your stomach twist.
“She goes somewhere more secure than a state prison, that’s for sure.”
“Wouldn’t it just be safer at this point to take her out?”
“You mean kill her?” Kara frowned.
“We can’t just kill someone because they’ve done horrible things—“
“I get why you can’t do that with your, uh, justice bullshit. But, I could.”
“Y/N, you don’t mean that.”
“Trust me, I do.”
Your grip tightened on your glass and you glanced sideways at your companion.
“I know what it feels like…to want that. I had people to stop me when I couldn’t stop myself,” Kara admitted.
“I don’t care about doing ‘what’s right’ or whatever the hell Superman would do, Kara. I care about keeping Lena safe and Lillian isn’t going to stop until she destroys her.”
“Y/N, the DEO has cells that contain aliens three times—“ Kara clasped a hand over her mouth upon realizing that, once again, she had said to much. You turned towards her with your eyebrows raised.
“Shhh!” Kara gripped your arm and glanced unnecessarily around the bar. “It’s the Department of Extranormal Operations.”
“Yes, and since Lillian Luthor ran an organization targeting extraterrestrials, we can justify taking over her containment.”
“Why the hell didn’t you do that in the first place?”
Your voice had risen in volume, earning you a judgmental look from the bartender, and instead of apologizing you drained the rest of your drink and tapped your glass on the wooden surface in front of you. The man’s gaze hardened, but he moved to refill your drink anyway.
“Federal prison facilities are generally secure. There was no way we could have seen any of this coming.”
“Hmm,” you grunted and watched your beverage being made. If this ‘DEO’ had just taken the lead in the first place, you and Lena might be fine right now. You wouldn’t have been beaten to within an inch of your life and Lillian wouldn’t still pose a looming threat. It didn’t seem fair.
“We have eyes on the target, ma’am. She’s accompanied by Kara Danvers approximately four blocks from your daughter’s apartment. Do we have permission to move in.”
“No,” Lillian barked the reply into the phone quickly and spun around in her chair. Her cold gaze scanned the rows of pictures documenting the movements of both Lena and any visitors to her apartment. It caused her a great deal of personal pain to keep from sending every force available in order to end the disgusting coalition between Lena and the scum she surrounded herself with.
“Keep your eyes on them. Note the target’s physical condition; we can’t operate under any complications.”
“Yes ma’am.” ————————————————————————————————
“Oh God,” Kara’s eyes widened as she looked down at her watch. “Lena’s going to be home any second. We need to get going.”
“Already?” you slurred in surprise. You had lost track of how many times your glass had been refilled, but it had been enough to quell the anxiety in your chest and the way your good leg had been shaking up and down since you had thought about Lillian. “If you say so. Hey!”
Your call got the attention of the bartender and you tossed your wallet on the bar. Your hands fumbled through your cash and you eventually settled on leaving a crisp $100.
“Keep the change, pal,” you nodded and slapped the bill down. Kara watched, uncertain as to how well you’d be able to balance, as you put your crutches under your arms and balanced.
“Thank you,” Kara said politely. “Have a nice night.”
The two of you exited the establishment without too much trouble, but once you got out onto the street, Kara pulled you into a side alley beside the bar.
“What the hell are you doin’—“
“I’m not watching you break your other leg trying to hop home. Come here,” Kara ordered and then opened her arms expectantly.
“Perks of being friends with an alien; free rides. Hurry up now; before someone sees.”
“We aren’t friends,” you scoffed, a little uncomfortable and embarrassed at the term, but allowed Kara to lift you up anyways. With your crutches in one hand and your other one gripping onto her somewhat nervously, you braced yourself for liftoff.
“Call it what you want, but I’m saying that we’re friends,” Kara shrugged and leapt upwards at an alarming speed. The two of you ascended upwards and you felt your stomach lurch as though you were on a rollercoaster.
“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Kara couldn’t help but grin a little bit at the expression on your face and reminded herself to take it ‘slow’ on the way back to Lena’s.
The panicking Luthor heiress whirled around at the sound of your voice, only to see you stumble in from her balcony with windblown hair and Kara supporting you from the side.
“We got drinks,” you explained as nonchalantly as you could. You had definitely drank more than you should have, but in a way you were grateful that you went out. Sitting and talking with Kara for a few hours had brought your focus back to taking care of what was in front of you at this point, and that was Lena.
“Have a good night,” Kara waved and disappeared back off of the balcony in a split-second. You swayed a bit getting back onto your crutches, but stayed upright enough to crutch over to Lena.
“Have you been drinking?”
“A little. Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad, I just…” Lena crossed her arms and did her best to gauge your mood. “Are you just drinking to replace the pills?”
“Lena, I don’t have a problem with alcohol,” you groaned. You should have known that this would be a thing. Spending a day outside the apartment had helped you clear your head and you had nearly forgotten about the previous night. “Can we seriously just have a normal night? Hmm? Doesn’t that sound good? Just not talking about…about all of this shit?”
You let your crutches fall to the floor and draped your arms around Lena’s neck. Her hands came to rest on your hips and you smiled up at her when your eyes met.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Threw in a little bit of fluff at the end! But don’t worry, lots of problems coming soon!