Warnings and Disclaimer in Chapter 1. Enjoy.

The sky around National City was angry. Lightning flashed everywhere as the heavens unleashed torrential amounts of rains. Add the fierce winds and it was one of the worst thunderstorms National City had ever seen.

"At least we knew it was coming," Cat mumbled to herself. The meteorologists had been tracking the storm for the last week. They had warned everybody to stay inside, hunker down until the storm was over. Most people took their advice, but not Cat Grant. She did not build her empire by hiding when things got tough. The lightning flashed once more, illuminating the prone figure of a woman hovering outside her window. "Supergirl?" Cat asked, jumping up from her desk.

She rushed to her balcony, opening the doors that she closed due to the weather and stepped out into the storm. The hero was still by the window. "Supergirl!" she yelled over the storm, but either the winds drowned out her voice or the superhero ignored her. She hoped it was the former but felt a coldness fill her that had nothing to do with the weather at the thought that it could be the latter. She quickly flashed back to the afternoons activity, the reason she was still here at Catco in the middle of the night instead of curled up in her very comfortable bed. She sighed, taking a step closer to the hero. "Kara," she whispered.

The hero heard that. She turned, surprised to see the woman on the balcony in the middle of the storm. "Miss Grant?" she asked, landing on the balcony besides her.

"Let's get you inside," Cat insisted, grabbing her arm and dragging her into the warmth and safety of her office. Kara numbly followed, sinking onto the couch. Cat narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything about getting water on her favorite couch. "Let's get you dried off," she said, going into her private bathroom. She emerged with a stack full of towels. She draped one over the superhero before using another to dry herself. Kara impassively followed her lead. Once Cat was as dry as she could be she grabbed more towels and started drying off her former assistant.

"Thank you," Kara mumbled, her own hands falling lax by her side. Cat gathered the wet towels and threw them back in the bathroom before sitting next to the hero. She watched her silently for a minute before speaking.

"I'm sorry about your sister." That drew an immediate reaction. Kara turned her head to watch her.

"You were at the funeral," she said tightly. Cat nodded.

"You are very important to me," Cat told her offhand, "so the people who are important to you, are important to me." Kara nodded numbly, and Cat thought back a few hours to the afternoon. They had kept the death of Alex Danvers quiet, just a small announcement in the paper that didn't even list any arrangements. But being hard never deterred Cat Grant. A couple phone calls and she was heading out to the funeral of the woman she had met only a handful of times.

She had never felt so out of place before, and not because she was rich and powerful and Alex Danvers was common. No, it was because of the faces around her. The sad, mourning faces that she knew too well but never had any names attached to them. The faces that were constantly around whenever Supergirl was fighting. The faces that were constantly fighting to keep the city safe. The faces she knew but never thought about. The faces that had lost one of their own.

She was overwhelmed with emotion, more than she had experienced in the last few years. She looked up to where Kara was sitting, surrounded by her friends and family. At least most of those faces had names. Their mother, Eliza. Alex's fiancée, Maggie, who was obviously trying to stay strong for Kara even though she was dealing with her own grief. Kara's friends James and Winn. Their boss, Hank Henshaw, whom she knew was the alien shapeshifter. She was surprised when she saw Lena Luthor in the inner circle. At least that explained how Kara got all those exclusive interviews with the latest Luthor. She smiled sadly at the thought and turned her eyes again to the woman she came to support. She was about to go up to her, to say her condolences and offer her support when big blue eyes suddenly locked on hers. The pain in those eyes was overwhelming and it nearly knocked her off her feet. Instead she turned around, got right back in her car, and headed back to Catco.

She locked herself in her office, cancelled all her appointments, and began flushing out an idea that came to her at the funeral. Everyday heroes. And the first segment would be a tribute to Alex Danvers.

"I appreciated you being there," Kara said, breaking Cat out of her reverie. Cat blushed.

"I would have come up," she shook her head, amending her words, "I should have come up to you, but you didn't need me there."

"I do," Kara said immediately, focusing on the older woman for the first time. "I do need you. You have helped me so much I can't even begin to describe."

"I know," Cat assured her. "You've helped me too. And not just with saving my life. You've helped me become a better person." She rose and approached the desk, grabbing the layout before handing it to Kara. "I had this idea at the funeral. Everyday heroes doing amazing things. I thought the first edition could be a segment in your sister's honor."

"She would like that," Kara said, skimming the proposed article before laughing. "Actually, she would hate that. She would say something about that not helping her keep her secret identity a secret and it is just making her job harder."

"She doesn't need to keep her secret now," Cat said softly, taking back the layout.

"She would be honored," Kara said quietly, tears forming in her eyes. She glanced uncertainly around the office. "Maybe the second edition could be the death of Supergirl?"

"What?" Cat gasped, sitting next to her former assistant once more.

"I can't do this anymore," Kara said, before laughing. "Do you know why there even is a Supergirl?"

"The plane," Cat said solemnly. Kara nodded.

"You asked me once why I waited so long to help people. There were fires and floods and natural disasters where I could have saved lives. Crime running rampant. People getting hurt because they were at the wrong space at the wrong time. I could have helped so many people, but I chose not to. I said it was because I wasn't ready, but that was a half truth at best. I never helped because Alex begged me not to. She didn't want me to expose myself, to risk myself. So I didn't. I hid in the shadows for her."

"She was on the plane," Cat said, understanding filling her eyes. Kara sighed.

"She is the reason Supergirl exists," she confirmed. "I wasn't even thinking about any of the other hundred people on the plane, only her. And then, the secret was out. And she was mad at me for exposing myself, for saving her, because now I was the one in danger, only I didn't realize how much. If she had asked me to stop that night, I would have."

"Oh Kara," Cat reached out and held her hand gently.

"Alex has always been my strength. Without her, I don't think I can do this. I don't think I want to do this. This will be the last time I wear this suit." Kara looked at her mentor. "But you've always been my conscience. My guide. You were as much a part of Supergirl as Alex was, so it didn't seem right to leave without saying goodbye."

"Leave?" Cat asked sharply. Kara nodded.

"I need time," she admitted. "Time to find my place in this world. Time to find a balance without Alex." Cat nodded. She had expected this eventually. Even she, Cat Grant, Queen of all media, needed to take a break every once in a while.

"Where will you go?" Cat asked quietly. Kara shrugged.

"Here, there," she said unconvincingly, "everywhere and nowhere all at once." She sighed. "I'll go home first, make sure Eliza's okay, but then, who knows. Before my cousin became Superman, he went through his own wandering phase. I thought I would be able to skip that, but maybe I can't. Maybe, that's what I need."

"Will you come back?" Cat asked, her eyes tearing up for the first time. Kara only shrugged. "Well, when you do decide to come back, you will have a job here waiting for you. And if you ever need anyone to talk to…"

"Thank you, Miss Grant," Kara told her sincerely, "for everything." She nodded and followed Kara to the door. A second later the superhero was out of sight. Cat let her tears fall for a minute before refocusing on her work. She spent the rest of the night at her desk and had nearly finished her proposal when the weak light of dawn finally broke through the storm clouds. Cat looked up, stretched her muscles as she made her way to her balcony. She opened the doors wide, breathing in the scent of renewal that followed the big rainstorms, before something caught her eye. Sitting in one of her chairs, folded up nicely, was the suit, the S shining brightly for the world to see. Cat took it and held it close until she heard her department heads gathering outside her office. She brought it inside, putting the suit on her desk for everyone to see before she opened her door.

"We're going to start a new column," she announced as all her heads stared at the symbol. "Everyday heroes. I want this column in each of our publications and online. Everyday people doing amazing things." She looked at each of her heads as she talked, ending on James. He nodded supportively. "Let's get to work, people."

The end. Really this time.

AN: So, what did you think. Do you like the different endings or do you think I should have just picked one and stuck with it? Like I said, it is the first time I've ever tried that so I'm kinda curios what you guys think.

Once again a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed and favortied. You guys are awesome.