A/N: In this first chapter, Kara and James are trying without success not to get too close, but it's just not possible. I'm not the only one who noticed Kara and James and so this is the result. I'm definitely looking forward to the show. I've written Kara before under both MoS- and SR-verse, but I hope you enjoy this version of Kara. I would greatly appreciate a comment/kudo/favorite; all are welcome! Read on.

Chapter 1: Something More

Several months after Kara's debut:

Kara Danvers had reached the pinnacle of her dreams. As Supergirl, she could finally do what she was born to do. Being on this planet among humans had taught her a lot of valuable lessons about strength, trust, honor, truth, and justice. But she still had a lot to learn, specifically about love and what it meant.

Of course, she knew about parental love, acquired from her birth parents, her foster parents, her cousin, and, of course, her foster sister. But to be in love with someone, she had never experienced that kind of profound and all-consuming emotion and she began to wonder if she ever would. Her foster parents would scoff at such a notion, but then he walked into her life.

James Olsen was the kind of person who never pulled any punches. He was kind, upfront and he was always available to talk about anything under the sun. But mostly they spoke of the big city, her abilities, her need to understand humans better, her cousin, and mostly to encourage her when she was down. Having him to go to felt right and she enjoyed their talks.

He had never given her the idea that he was interested in her. But then there were these moments when she would catch him staring at her and then she would pretend that those moments never happened. Her heart accepted it and enjoyed it, but her mind pushed it away, but she knew the truth. She liked him.

She was pulled from her thoughts when he approached her desk with a smile that would melt any woman's heart and she was a woman fully grown. "Hey," she greeted him before he could speak.

"Hey, Kara, Ummm, do you have a minute?" Jimmy asked.

She sat up straighter and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Of course, what do you need?"

"Well, I have a meeting with a reporter in about an hour. Could you order a few sandwiches, soda and maybe a cookie or two?" He gave her a smile.

She felt deflated for some strange reason. "Of course, I'll take care of it."

"Thanks, Kara, you're the best," he said and walked away.

After acquiring petty cash from accounting, she went to get lunch for him. But before she returned to the office, she stopped in a bookstore and picked up a present for him. She had wanted to do this ever since he had brought her the blanket. Forever grateful, she needed to do this one thing for him.

After his meeting, she stopped at his door and knocked. "Come in!" He answered the knock.

Hands behind her back, holding his present, she entered his office. "Hi, James, how did your meeting go?" She asked being a bit nosey.

"It went Okay. It was a reporter from the National City Post asking about my new job, how I liked it here, you know, stuff like that," he replied shuffling papers around pretending to be busy.

"That's great, James. You know, you are famous, after all, or did you forget?" She asked teasing him a little and waited for him to look at her.

He raised his eyes from his desk and stared at her. She was teasing him, so he had to smile. "Kara, I asked you to call me Jimmy. All my friends do." He paused. "But to answer you, no, I'm not famous, well; certainly not as famous as someone we both know."

She giggled. "I suppose not." Gathering her courage around her, she held out the present for him.

He frowned and sat up straighter. "What's that?"

"A thank you present," she replied, but he appeared to be struck dumb. "It's just to thank you for bringing the blanket, the print of my cousin, for helping me, and for welcoming me to the station. I do appreciate it." When he just sat there staring at her, she placed it on his desk. "You can open it when you get some time." She turned to go.

But he stopped her. "Kara, wait." He sighed and stood up. Walking over to her, he held it out to her. "I can't accept this. We barely know each other."

"James, I mean Jimmy, it's nothing expensive or anything, just a thank you gift." He frowned again. "Just open it, Ok?"

"Alright, I'll open it." The wrapping was lovely, a beautiful shade of blue reminding him of her eyes. Inside was a photo book, containing photographs taken during his college school days and also inside was a note. He read it out loud: "Thank you, James. I'll never be able to repay you for being my friend. Kara." He shook his head still unbelieving that she would do this for him. "But where did you get these photos?"

"I called in a favor," she replied.

He frowned. "Who did you call?"

"A friend from school," she replied, being evasive.

"Kara?" He sounded like her foster father with that tone of voice.

"I have this friend; her name is … Lucy Lane."

"Lois's sister; you know her?"

"Yes, we keep in touch." He raised an eyebrow asking for more. "She knows who I am and what I am."

"I see," he said. Glancing at the book, she came to stand beside him. She watched him closely and he seemed to enjoy it. He slowly turned the pages one after the other, truly enjoying them. Most of the photos he hadn't seen in years. He was genuinely touched. "Kara, I don't know what to say."

"A thank you would be nice," she said teasing him again. She then cocked her head to the side and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Kara." They stared at each other, unable to move or to speak.

Someone cleared their throat. "There you are!" It was Cat Grant.

"Ms. Grant, do you need something?" Kara asked and came over to her.

"I need to see you," Cat replied and glanced at James.

Kara turned to stare at her friend. "I'll see you later?"

"Sure, and," he said held up the book. "Thanks, again."

"You're welcome."

"Come on, Kara, let's go." She followed her.

James stared at the book then back at the door, utterly and totally confused.

~o~o~

Still at the office, later that day:

It had been a long day. Kara hadn't actually left the room for any rescues. It was getting difficult to move without causing suspicion. Maybe James could help her with that. Then she thought better of it. He was a busy man; he didn't have time to make up excuses for her.

James was about to leave for the day when he saw her and she looked a little upset. "Someone is deep in thought. What's running through your mind?"

"Nothing, just thinking about my dead-end job," she replied pouting a little, and placed her head in her hands.

"Well, being an assistant isn't a dead end, unless you make it that way," he said meaning it. Feeling bold, he sat down on the edge of her desk. "I started out as a gofer, same as you, running errands and maybe getting a good photograph for reporters. It wasn't easy; believe me."

She sighed. "It's just hard to keep focused on my job when you know," she sadly stated then glanced out the window thinking about flying.

"Well, what else do you like to do?" He watched her eyes light up. She was beautiful; that wasn't anything new in his book. "Besides that," he said as if reading her mind.

"I haven't really thought about it," she replied.

"There must be something. What did you study in school?"

"Digital art and graphic design, but I did acquire an associate degree," she replied, feeling a little ashamed.

"Well, I see why you came here. There's potential here at this office. If you don't mind my asking, why didn't you get your bachelor degree?"

"The money got to be too much for me and my parents."

"I see, well, find something that you love and keep pushing forward."

"Something that I love," she repeated thinking about flying. "I'm sorry, James, I mean Jimmy, but it's all I can think about."

"I understand, but Kara, you can't do that all the time. You need to focus on something else other than your other job."

Suddenly nervous, she stared at him. She wouldn't mind focusing on him all the time. At her wayward thoughts, she took a deep breath and pushed her glasses up her nose. The air was thick all of a sudden. "I'll think about it."

He stood up. "Good idea; well, good night, Kara."

"Good night, Jimmy." She watched him walk away.

~o~o~

The next morning, after several frenzied rescues:

Kara had thought long and hard about her decision; in fact, it was all she could think about. What Jimmy said was true; she actually did have something that she loved and wanted to do for a long time. She liked to draw. In fact, her chosen line of study in College was digital art and design. It was a passion that she had given up, but now she felt it was the right time.

She couldn't wait to tell him the news. She quickly knocked and without waiting for a response, she walked inside, but he wasn't alone; he was with someone. It was a woman, a beautiful lady.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Kara was surprised by her reaction to her. Was that jealousy she was feeling? She couldn't believe it.

"It's alright, Kara." He stood up. "This is Donna Stewart from the other day; the reporter I told you about. She's just following up on her story about me."

Kara came forward and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you."

She shook her hand. Although she was seated, Donna looked down at Kara. "And who are you?"

"I'm, Kara Danvers, Ummm; I'm an assistant here at the station."

"I see," she said then turned to James. "We're done here, James." She stood up. "I'll call you later with the final proofs."

"Thanks, Donna. I'll walk you out."

Kara had absolutely no right to feel this way, so she pushed those disturbing feelings aside.

After Jimmy had come back, she sat down and watched him for a minute, unsure if she should leave or come back later. He did appear busy. "You wanted to see me?" He asked.

"Yes, I did. I took your advice and began drawing again." She held up her portfolio.

"That's wonderful news Kara. May I see?"

"Yes, I would like your opinion," she replied. She then placed the portfolio on a work table then she opened it and waited for his reaction. After a minute, she asked, "Well?"

"You know, Kara, I actually studied art in school, but I was never this good." He shook his head. "You constantly amaze me." He flipped through the drawings and one stood out. "Are these your parents?" Their clothing seemed otherworldly, to be honest.

Her eyes watered. "Yes, they are." She touched the drawing reverently. "I drew this that first week after I arrived here. Their faces were fading even then."

He felt so sad for her. He couldn't help himself. He put his arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes and tried to be strong. Holding back tears, she was first to pull away.

She wiped the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry," she apologized. He handed her a tissue.

"Don't apologize. Do you want to sit down for a minute?"

"Yes, alright, for a minute," she replied and sat down. He poured her a glass of water.

"Here, drink this," he said. She took a sip.

She handed it back to him. "Thank you, Jimmy."

"I guess we say that a lot, huh?" He chuckled when she smiled through her tears.

"I guess we do." She looked down at her hands. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?"

She raised her eyes to his face. "Are you seeing anyone?" She boldly asked.

"Kara!" He was utterly shocked. He turned and walked over to the window.

"Well, are you?" She waited with baited breath.

He didn't answer her, but then he thought about it. "Kara, you do realize that I'm nearly ten years older than you," he stated bluntly.

"No, I didn't know that," she replied. "But does it truly matter?"

"Yes, it does," he replied. She stared at him, but then he told her the truth. "To answer your question, no, I'm not involved with anyone."

She felt foolish and far too forward. "I was just wondering." She looked at her hands again.

Jimmy had never had this conversation with anyone, especially someone he may be interested in, but Kara was different, so different from anyone he had ever met.

He sighed. "You should get back to work."

Without looking at him, she gathered her portfolio. Once at the door, she gave him a look, a look that shocked him to this soul. A stunning thought crashed into his head. He wanted to kiss her.

Then she was gone.

~o~o~

A few days later:

After their meeting the other day, Jimmy began to avoid her and she didn't imagine it. He was always away, on assignment, in meetings or just way too busy to even speak to her. She felt hurt, rejected, and most of all, ashamed for practically throwing herself at him.

Cat picked up on something. Normally, she wouldn't get involved with these types of situations, but Kara and James were critical to her company. She hadn't imagined what she witnessed in James' office, so it was time to speak to them. Kara was an assistant, but they both had promise and she didn't want some type of messy office romance to interfere with that.

One morning, she watched from her office as they proceeded to avoid each other like the plague. Minutes later, she sent them each an email to come to conference room B in an hour.

It was time. Cat stood behind a chair and waited for them. "Close the door and take a seat, both of you."

Kara was shaking inside. Did I do something wrong? She thought.

Jimmy was thinking. I know what this is about; the way we've been acting. He had to admit that he had been acting like an idiot as if avoiding Kara would change anything especially the way he felt whenever he saw her. He glanced at her out the corner of his eye then she took that moment to glance at him.

Pacing in front of them, Cat rolled her eyes. "Alright, what's going on between you two?" They were both silent. After a minute, Cat decided to set them straight. "Are we adults or not?"

Jimmy spoke up. "Yes, we're adults," he replied.

"Then act like it. Work this out. I don't like gossip and you two are stirring the pot." She glanced at her watch. "It's nearly lunchtime. Take some time to talk, sort it out then get back to work. I don't want to see any more awkward minutes of silence and avoiding each other. Is that clear?"

"Yes, madam," they answered at the same time. They glanced at each other.

Cat rolled her eyes again. "Get out of here," she said.

They left the conference room. Once the door was closed, Jimmy had a question. "Do you like lasagna?"

Relieved, she smiled at him. "I love lasagna."

He smiled in return. "Meet me in the lobby in ten minutes."

"Got it!"

~o~o~

Twenty minutes later:

Once seated for lunch, they glanced at the menu. Kara was thinking it was a date, and Jimmy was thinking, this is not a date. After ordering their meal and the waiter had left them alone, they didn't have much to say. Jimmy sighed and realized an apology was in order.

"I'm sorry, Kara."

"I'm sorry, Jimmy." They spoke at the same time.

They both chuckled. "That was weird."

They did it again. Now they were both laughing and giggling. It definitely released the tension.

"Kara, we do need to talk about what's happening between us. What I said about the difference in our ages, well," he hesitated.

She sighed. "I know ten years may seem like a long time, but it truly isn't."

"I suppose you're right because being friends, well no, it doesn't really matter."

Relieved, she decided to clear up a few things. "James, I've never," she hesitated.

He frowned. "You've never what?"

"Well, I've dated; I've been kissed a few times, but as far as someone truly special," she couldn't finish. "Now, I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," he said. "Look at me, Kara."

"You're beautiful, smart, talented, and all the other impressive attributes I've seen from the first day you arrived in National City."

Now she frowned not understanding. "So, Supergirl is special to you." It was a statement.

He was confused. "You are Supergirl," he whispered and glanced around.

"Yes I am, but I'm also Kara Danvers." She paused and thought about it. "What you said is true; I can't be Supergirl all the time. I need a life, you know, outside of the costume." She paused again trying to make him understand. "I do love to draw; I like to take long walks on the beach; I enjoy action movies and a few television shows. I have a foster sister named Alex; she and I live together, but most of all, Kara Danvers likes Jimmy Olsen." She admitted and tried not to blush.

"Well, that is interesting, but James Olsen likes you too." He frowned not looking at her, and realized things were getting out of hand. "Kara, I need to tell you something. The reason I moved here, accepted the job at the company, was that your cousin asked me to."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"He asked me to be your mentor, Kara, to advice you, to keep you on the right track, you know, that sort of thing."

Kara didn't know what to think, but in her mind, it kind of gave her the idea that her cousin approved of Jimmy and being friends with him came with the territory. But she also wondered why he never told her. "I understand and I like the idea." Her eyes did that thing again. He just stared at her.

"Kara, you must wonder why I never told you about being your mentor. I didn't want it to be an issue; I just wanted us to be friends; that's all."

"I understand; I do and we are friends," Kara said. Then more eye contact after that statement.

Someone cleared their throat. The food arrived. They ate lunch in relative silence. Midway through their meal, Jimmy spoke up.

"I hope that's true, and I see no reason why we can't be friends, Kara. As long as we know upfront that's all we can be, we'll be fine." Jimmy wasn't sure she understood.

"If you say so," she said and smiled at him.

He just stared at her. Jimmy couldn't look away even if he wanted to.

TBC!

~o~o~

Song Inspiration: In Your Eyes, Josh Groban.

A/N: They are just too adorable. Kara is earnest and sweet. Jimmy is a good guy with no baggage (as far as we know). But Jimmy saying that he's 'too old' for her was just a thought. I haven't seen the leaked pilot. But, honestly, it could become an issue, but maybe not. It's true that Clark did send Jimmy to be her mentor. So stay tuned for more. Thanks for reading! :D