Not Different At All.

Kara Zor-El, better known as Supergirl, shook her head as she felt herself slowly piece together what happened over the last few moments. She was responding to a distress signal as part of the Justice League and suddenly, she was overwhelmed by something.

Most surprisingly, she was in a room, not restrained to the table although the red solar lamps that beat down on the top of her head indicated that she was in quite the fix. She tried to reach up to get the lamps but even standing on the bed, she could not reach the glass to break it. The windows leading into the room were tinted to allow red solar radiation to get in.

The blonde saw a tray of food on the table and it did smell rather good, it even put Martha Kent's cooking to shame and that was saying something. She wondered if she should even take the food, wondering if it was drugged with something.

"You're awake, good, I was wondering if I overdid it just a little bit," a voice said from the shadows. "I like the new costume, it suits you better than the old one."

Kara's eyes flashed open and she could not believe it. Standing on the other edge of the room was a blonde that was pretty much identical to her. She had a few differences. Namely the short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and her eyes were a slightly different shade of blue. Not to mention the skin tight costume varied from Kara's blue half shirt and red skirt combination, but her boots had been removed.

"I've took your League communicator, and disabled the tracking signal, I'm not sure if that's your cousin's doing or the world's greatest case of obsessive compulsive disorder," the blonde said and her stance emphasized the fact that she was a bit more mature than Kara was, of about seven or eight years at least. "No one can find us here, LexCorp facility, well abandoned now that the bald dipshit is running around with the gorilla and his band of merry misfits."

"Galatea," Kara said, spitting out that name as if it was a very poor personal recommendation. "I thought I was…."

"Trapped in the Phantom Zone? De-powered and thrown in a woman's prison? Dead? " Galatea asked and she looked at Kara. "Do give me a clue when I'm warm because I'm not sure what the Justice League told you. I escaped in the confusion, you know the entire Brainiac/Luthor fusion dance thingy."

"You weren't in any shape to move," Kara argued.

"Maybe, but it was a full three days before the League bothered to check, and the Original Seven had other problems on their mind," Galatea said to her. "Not that Cadmus wanted anything to do with me after Waller became Superman's new pal. Man, Jimmy Olsen must be jealous. Good thing he can't turn into a giant turtle man or something screwed up like that."

Galatea sat down on the bed. Kara wanted to hit her but Tea blocked her hand.

"Please don't hit yourself in the face, it's unhealthy," the girl said with a twisted smile. "Technology's great, this little wristwatch filters the filtered red sunlight back into yellow. But I'm sure you understand how wonderful technology can be."

Tea shook her head.

"What do you want with me?" Kara asked as she was thousands of miles under ground and unable to contact the League.

"Well, that's an interesting question," Tea said as she placed her hand on Kara's bare thigh and this small action caused shivers to run down her spine. "I know you're confused as I was, how the League and Cadmus pitted us against each other, like pawns in some demented Chess Game."

"You have…."

"I understand perfectly," Galatea said as she knew what Kara was going to say, even before she was going to say it. Then again, she was her. "It's another round of the never ending pissing match between Lex Luthor and Superman and we're all just casualties. It won't end until one of them is dead. But you see, I shouldn't have done half of the things that I did."

"Yeah, you think," Kara said bitingly.

"Waller and Hamilton….they made me what I was, and I figured out why I tried to kill you," Galatea said as she looked at her double. "And I've been trying to make amends for it ever since."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kara said to her more stacked twin.

"Does the name Power Girl ring a bell to you, honey?" Galatea asked.

It clicked with Kara. "You…..you were that vigilante that beat all of those criminals half to death. Batman has been trying to hunt you down but even he's hit a dead end. You could have killed those people."

"I could have killed mass murderers and rapists, and many of them, I should have," Galatea said and Kara opened her mouth but Galatea gently placed her hand over her double's mouth to stop it. "But I left them alive, but not well, not well at all. They were beaten within an inch of their life and every second of their miserable lives that they have left, they'll live with regrets of what they did. Just like I would have lived with the regrets of what I did."

"Well, you haven't changed," Kara said as her mouth was released for a second.

"The farm life has domesticated you too much, Ellie Mae," Galatea said as she shook her head. "How long did Kal-El keep you there by the way? Four years, five years? What was he afraid of?"

"I don't…."

"You and I both know that Superman is weaker than either of us," Galatea said with smug satisfaction on her face. "Maybe not right now with you but I could most certainly humiliate Superman right now."

"Yes, because you couldn't even beat me," Kara replied.

"Taking a lucky shot with an electrical cable when I underestimated you really isn't a way to brag about getting a victory," Galatea said to her double. "But we're getting off the subject. I know why I tried to kill you in the first place."

Kara folded her arms and leaned back. "This I got to really hear."

"I was fighting my inner nature and you are too," Galatea said as she placed her hand on Kara's check. She withdrew it quickly and smiled, she could see Kara crave her touch just a little bit more. "We're not human, no matter how wishes to make you one. The sky is the limit for us."

"I…."

"It is," Galatea said firmly as she stared her double right in her blazing blue eyes. She could see the anger but she saw something else in her. "The dreams you shared with me, they were a bit more vivid than you let on to the League weren't they?"

Kara said nothing but Galatea smiled.

"There's no need for you to say one word to me because I know what you know," the older blonde said as she scooted closer to Kara and threw her arm around her. "You see, I see all of your doubts. As long as Superman is there, you'll be nothing but his little teeny bopper sidekick with a cute little "S""

Galatea traced said "S" with a smoldering smile on her face and a half lidded gaze.

"I'm not Superman's…."

"That's what the world sees you, when in reality, he should be yours," Galatea whispered in Kara's ear. "You're smarter, more powerful, and you wear that cape much better than he ever could. Much, much, better"

Kara had no idea how this happened. She was now on the bed, pinned back with Galatea on top of her. She could not move and she was at the older blonde's mercy.

"I tried to fight it," Tea whispered in her ear as she slowly closed the gap. "It warped my mind. I never should have tried to kill you and you never should have tried to kill me. We were pitted against each other. Luthor and Kal-El, they were the chess masters, we were the pawns in their sick little game. Don't be mad, Kara. To be mad at me, would be hating yourself."

She kept leaning closer with each word until their lips met and Kara could not believe it. She could not believe that this twisted reflection just kissed her on the lips. She could not believe the force that she was dominated with. She could not believe this twisted psychopath of a clone was forcing her tongue down her throat in an attempt to molest her tonsils.

She couldn't believe that she liked it.

"What….."

"Shh," Galatea whispered as she ran her hand down Kara's hair. "Between the two of us, we can be great and we can have some fun. You remember what fun is, don't you, Kara? Or have you forgotten about that under the farm chores? Or did John "I have to shove my ring up my ass to charge it" Stewart make you forget?"

Kara's lips twitched into a smile but she quickly turned it into a scowl when Galatea looked at her.

"Don't….please don't touch me," Kara said, although there was a part of her body craving this older blonde's touch. She radiated sexuality and a liberation that she wondered if she ever have.

"Are you sure?" Galatea whispered as her fingers lingered from the edge of Kara's skirt. With one shift moment, she could have her.

"Please….don't….stop," Kara said as she tried to regain some control of her body.

"Your mouth and your body aren't really lining up with each other, sweetie," Galatea whispered in her ear. "I know your heart, I know your dreams, I even know whether or not all of those tawdry rumors about you and Batgirl are true or not."

"Galatea I'm….I….."

"Say that you don't want this," Galatea whispered as she placed her other hand underneath the edge of Kara's shirt, brushing against the underside of her breasts. She saw that Kara rested her head on her chest but she jerked up, fearful at what she just did. "You can lie to Clark, you can lie to Ma and Pa, you can even lie to the god damn Batman, but you can't lie to me."

"Tea I….."

"Tell me Kara, I want your honest opinion on something," Galatea whispered in her ear and that caused Kara's thighs to tingle with excitement. "Is what we're going to do, incest?"

She paused stopped short of going up Kara's skirt in a tease.

"Masturbation?"

She placed her hand on the small of Kara's back and whispered in her ear, her hand cupping the underside of the blonde's breast.

"Or just plain hot?"

Galatea pulled Kara into another hungry kiss and this time the blonde returned it heatedly. The two of them tried to force their dominance on each other but since Galatea had her strength, she won the battle. She had to take her hat off to Kara for determination.

"We're not too different, Kara," Galatea said as she pulled away and crossed her arms underneath her ample chest for emphasis. "Okay, maybe a couple of big differences."

She let go of her arms and allowed her breasts to bounce in front of Kara's face. She watched them for a minute, wondering what it would be like to touch and to feel them and she turned away in horror after Galatea looked at her with a triumphant grin.

"But since you don't want me, I guess I'll be gone, see you later, food's on the table, don't worry, I didn't poison it," Galatea said as she turned around and left Kara hanging and horny. "I really don't know why you have to be so self loathing."

'You bitch,' Kara thought with rage as she discovered the bracelet on her wrist. Every time she tried to touch herself she was visited by a pulse that stopped her from getting any relief.

Galatea walked off, she was going to pleasure herself to the thought of corrupting the blonde's innocence, slowly, surely.

To Be Continued?