Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I do want to claim this strange method for having a pregnant alien. Blame my overactive imagination; once the idea came the scene unfolded in my mind and was given birth as soon as I began writing.

Destiny Dreams

Another dream, another day that would demand all of her concentration.

Cat had no idea what was happening, she always ended up being mentally exhausted from work, despite all the yoga and meditation that she did before work, and practicing with Carter some self defense jujitsu. The boy would have to soon move to another martial discipline more appropriate for his stature but for now, he provided her with the physical exhaustion she needed. Correction: craved.

And still, the dreams came, unbidden and completely unquestionably unwelcomed.

Okay, that last part was a lie, but she was barely able to hold herself together. Not that the protagonist of her dreams made it easy. In fact, it was almost as if the star of the show wanted to make her come undone, but if she finally reached her peak she knew it would be hell at work. It was bad enough that she could remember those hands, nails, lips, teeth, tongue, and deliciously sinful skin always touching her body, but she mercifully blacked out before she orgasmed.

She feared that this one time, she wouldn't have such mercies.

"Kara," she whispered with a sigh, "and you wonder why I think you're Supergirl? Only she would have such confidence."

"This is the first time we've actually spoken, that you've used my name," Kara said, leaning closer to the older woman whom she had been shackling; legs spread and bent, feet on a platform for the sole purpose of keeping the legs bent, with a soft yet sturdy scarf tied to each ankle to prevent slipping, same kind of scarf that she was currently using to tie wrists to bed's headboard. The blue-eyed blonde leaned close to her boss, licking the shell of her ear before sucking the lobe, biting and tugging it a bit, earning a moan, "I'm glad you don't use it at the office."

Cat whimpered, hips buckling, breath already labored. The nightmares had begun soon after Supergirl had appeared, but before they had only been of her assistant holding her, safe dreams that began a year or so after having her new, apparently lasting, assistant. It was the reason why, even if she would have begun using the girl's name correctly at such point, couldn't, because she had to keep the dream persona different from her assistant, at least in her mind.

"If you did, I would be unable to keep my hands off you," Kara admitted, and Cat groaned at the words, feeling her core throb. "But today Miss Grant, today is the day I'll finally make you mine."

"Then admit it to my face, who you truly are," the honey-eyed woman demanded, fighting against her restrains but being unable to free herself. "After all these dreams and you still won't call me Cat." She spat, huffing.

"As you wish, Cat," the whisper of her name made her gasp, a shiver running up and down her spine in excitement. "Be ready, for tonight I make you mine."

"Shut up," she snapped, bossy even while being topped, unable to hide the slight tremble from her voice, for that was what she truly wanted, "that only means, you'll be mine as well.

"Now," since the words had made Kara freeze, her turn to shiver in anticipation and licking her lips, eager and relief at finally having found her intellectual match and someone who was constantly so dominant, to willingly submit her body; the scarves wouldn't work if the other person rejected the advances, and fear would make them rebel against the one binding. They worked better when the other person willingly submitted their body to the sensations. The word Cat spoke finally broke Kara's train of thought, "kiss me alre —"

The younger woman didn't let her finish when she was already complying. Kara was free from everything in these dreams, free from the social constrains of a society she didn't fully understand, couldn't grasps the rules entirely but would follow them regardless. She wasn't kryptonian or human, she simply existed, she was, and just like Cat, believed that the dreams were nothing but a reflection of her unspoken desire, even if the reason why she knew how the scarf worked was because it had happened once with her sister, but Alex hadn't remembered.

The scarf hadn't held the brunette down, because she knew what Kara was capable of, not realizing that it showed that she was the target of the alien's infatuation, and since she had responded with fear, she wouldn't remember. But the blonde did, not the rejection, but the realization that fear would bind her and allowed the other sentient being to escape. Since her sister never mentioned the incident, she thought it hadn't been real. She still didn't believe it was. She had prodded Alex who waved it off and said she must have dreamt it, and since it didn't happen again, she didn't worry.

Until Cat.

Those dreams had been a blessing for the two of them. A sanctuary where they didn't even speak, they just held each other. Sometimes, they danced, others it was just games, like 'guess who', 'clue', 'chess', and most recently, 'Settlers of Catan'. It was only for fun, though there was no laughter, only soft ambience music to which they occasionally danced to. Kara didn't have super hearing, or super strength. All her superpowers were apparently suppressed, and she was evenly matched with the older woman; an spectacular feeling, one that she had longed for and best of all, it had transcended to reality.

Cat made her feel normal.

"By Rao," she whispered, lavishing the body beneath her with kisses. "Like a good wine; only gets better with age."

"Did you just compare me with wine?!" Cat demanded, just to gasp when their lower lips met. "Who is Rao?"

She was genuinely curious, but she feared her brain would soon cease all productivity. Kara, for her part, cursed that the world had been tarnished by words, yet elated. Why hadn't she bothered speaking before? Why did her boss just begun speaking?

"This time, I'm going to make you scream my name," the alien vowed, before moaning.

Their bodies became one. All the teasing of the body beneath hers had paid off; she could tell Cat was close. The raking of nails against skin, the pinching and tugging of nipples with hands and teeth, the sucking of lips and tongue and all the small, tender and loving love bites, the gentle pressing of digits in strategic places and the woman was close, she could tell even without her super hearing, that the woman was close to coming undone.

So now, she paid attention to those lush lips that had blossomed like a rose, petals glistening in the morning dew, only that the sweet juice was one of the most addictive scents and tastes. Oh, she had ravished the woman in plenty of past encounters, and she feared that was what always forced Cat to black out. Now, now Kara would only allow their cores to meet in a heated passion, and the moan came from the answering thrust from the petite figure beneath her.

Oh, if only James had begun working for Cat before Kara had, then maybe he would be the one present in her dreams, helping in the heteronormativity, but thankfully and mercifully, the older woman had never, not once but that one time when James had come to her rescue with the picture of herself, said her name, and her desire had gone up in smoke at the fact that her triumph was due to someone else. Yet part of her was so thankful to the the man for such a chance, that she had been smitten, even if she could only love Cat; not that she would ever reveal it.

That one regret had come up after the event in question, and that dream had been the first of her desperate attempts at making the woman her own, even if only in her dreams. Her thoughts had never again turned to him, and at that moment, she looked with wonder at how the woman answered her own body and needs in such perfect synchronization, that she kissed her again, deeper than ever.

"Oh god," Cat whimpered, back arched, and the scarves seemed to snap away and the free arms began holding tightly to Kara. "What you do to me."

A gasp went along with that remarked, making the alien whimper, thrusting her hips just as her hands found and, while one pressed the erogenous zone at the base of the spine with the lightest of touches and the other raked her nails along the spine, her mouth found the pulse along the base of the neck and bit.

"Kara —"

The strangled way her name slipped past the lips made her feel smug, and her eyes widened at the fact that her boss had squirted. She grinned like Cheshire; her mission had been accomplished. All those hours spent on research had paid off; by overwhelming her partner's body by stimulating the entire body as opposed to simply focusing on the orgasm, was what allowed women to truly let go. Their breasts touching, the spine, the base of it, and the pulse point spread the sensations all over, enhancing the overall effect when the orgasm was reached.

"Cat?" She asked delicately, smiling at the smile in response.

"Finally, you call me by mine," the woman whispered, sighing, "give me some time to rest, Kara, love, I'll return the favor in a moment."

"Love?"

"Well, yeah," she smiled tenderly at the younger girl, "if I didn't love you, I would have fired you long ago, or promoted you after your year was done, but I didn't want to let you go Kara, so I get your name wrong on purpose."

"Cat," honey met sky in a tender gaze, "I love you, too."

But all they had ahead, was blissful sleep.

Cat woke up, for the first time, very well rested. Her bed sheets weren't sticky, which was another first. A long, hot shower later, and she felt as fresh as ever. Her weekend was great, she got to spend it with Carter, playing his favorite game as well as practicing their defensive moves after breakfast. She was more carefree than she had been in a long time, and a shower before lunch, quickly followed by a movie marathon, ending it with dinner and homework.

Sunday was very much the same, only that instead of homework, they spent their time listening to ambience music and playing Settlers. Before they both knew, it was bedtime, and Cat found herself tucking her son in, being by his side for a while, listening to the strangest dream he had had; he had possessed magic powers. When Carter yawned at last, he pouted, making his mother chuckle.

Playing with his curls, she finally asked a question she didn't know why was nagging her. "Carter, would to be opposed to having a sister?"

The question took him by surprise. "Um, mom, I haven't seen you date for about two years," he arched an eyebrow, "as long as she isn't two years old and hidden somewhere in the house, I'm honestly all up for it."

He paused, then gave her a look, "unless you're planning to adopt?"

She smiled at that. "How would you feel about that?"

"Honestly, I think it would be great, I would have someone to share all this with," he answered, just to shrug right then, "but, I would like for you to do this with someone else too, a special someone."

"Why?" She frowned with some worry.

"Come on mom," he rolled his eyes, "I want to get her in trouble, or get in trouble with her; you alone wouldn't be able to keep up, unless you quit and that's not happening." At her inquiring brow, he huffed. "Mom, you deserve to bask in your glory."

"It has nothing to do with how well off we are right now?"

"That's a point in favor, yes," he gave her a cheeky smile, "those hospital bills, I promise they won't be cheap."

She chuckled and he grinned. "Another joke; you're growing, just keep it up."

"I'm gonna be a beanstalk!" He claimed, grinning.

With another smile, she kissed his forehead; she was sure that last one wasn't a joke. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Night mom." His words were spoken around a yawn, and he fell asleep.

Kara for her part, had woken up from that dream well after the sun had risen. Her sister had just allowed herself in and was standing by her door, staring. But her sister didn't pay attention, just licked her lips and stared out of the walls, looking fondly at someone who was rather far away, but staring quite clearly.

"Are you really just waking up?" Alex asked, worried.

"Hmm?" Her answer was answer enough, as was the yawn. "Oh, um, yeah."

"The sun has been up for about an hour and a half," she approached the blonde with caution. "Are you okay? Should I call J'onzz?"

"Why shouldn't I be okay?" Kara grinned. "I just had the best night of my life."

With that, she skipped to the bathroom, not noticing the apparently still clean sheets, as if nothing had truly happened, unlike previous nights. But her day didn't seem to be as good as her boss'. After her warm shower, her breakfast which consisted of the previous night's pizza. The smell wasn't appetizing, which was unusual, and after a small bite, she shuddered.

"Maybe I'll just heat it up," she considered, and using her vision for just that purpose. "Alex, something is wrong."

"What do you mean?" Alex came back with worry, unsure about what to do. "What is it?"

"I don't know, food isn't appealing!" She was shocked.

"Maybe they used old cheese, and you can smell it isn't going to taste good." But her sister just sighed, concern still there, but not as worried. "Let's try sticking to sticky buns for now?"

Kara sighed. "Yeah, maybe." She considered things, but her sister threw an apple her way, and she caught it with a smile. "Thanks, I really like apples."

With a smile, the kryptonian bit into it. After the strange morning, it was a good day, ending with an alien fight that left Kara upset. Now the DEO had a new resident among the aliens caught. Sunday was much more mellow, with Kara rising at her usual hour, only difference was, with just her cape covering her, she left exactly when the sun was at its highest point. Otherwise naked, she literally soaked up the sunlight, loving the feeling. After an hour of doing nothing else, she went back inside, either ignoring human protocol, or not caring that her sister was there. Slowly floating and feeling tender in regards to the blanket surrounding her, she entered with the most tender look in her face. When she noticed, Alex tried to say something, but she was ignored when her sister went straight to get a bath. The brunette concluded that her sister was afflicted by something, or had been hit by something rather strongly or something — whatever was wrong, was affecting her sister in inexplicable ways.

"Danvers," she answered her phone, just to get an assignment and forced to put their current issue to the side and be a DEO agent. "Comin'.

"Kara, there's a lead on your aunt!" She called. "Be on the phone just in case!"

The next day, the leads paid off; Kara was called away from work. She had just gotten to the site; Non had been tracked down and he was surprised to find them — her — again. He wasn't expecting opposition, but he certainly found it. What he did have though, was boosted abilities, which made him dangerous, even to her; he took a stone or a rock and ate it.

The fight got out of the underground and there were civilians around, rising the possibilities of collateral damage, which she wanted to minimize. Interestingly enough, she wasn't hurt as much as pushed around; he was playing with her.

"Fine!" He laughed, without a scratch on him; she had cuts on her face, some around her arms and shoulders along with a twice dislocated arm. "If you can finally land a punch on me, I promise not to hurt any human, just you."

She snarled, something deep within her cracking. "Like hell," the hiss was clear, even without super hearing, "you are not going to hurt me."

Before she knew it, he was in front of her, and although she could see the punch, she couldn't react to it. The next one, aiming for her abdomen, she couldn't see, but she felt it nonetheless. That same something deep within finally broke, as though it was sealed and the dam came undone; everything within it, rushed. Her arms created a barricade, protecting the zone, and it withstood the hit.

"What the —!?" He pulled his punch back, just to find a broken and bleeding hand.

"I'll make you pay," she stated, and even with his amazing hearing, he had trouble hearing the threat.

A hit with the edge of her open left hand made him choke, and with a sweep of her leg, she brought him down; the ground shook. Whatever had been unleashed from within did more than increase her strength, it also made her hyper alert in regards to any possible threats and Non was definitely one. She made a fist, and putting all the panic and protective instinct behind it, she punched the ground; she missed on purpose. But his inner ear was broken, his eyes began turning red, both organs bleeding, as well as his nose. Knowing that whatever had happened wasn't normal or permanent, she took hold of him and flew away. Some streetlights had exploded from the impact, but nothing else appeared to have been affected.

"Supergirl," J'onzz called her, while the rest of his agents took the apprehended kryptonian for a specially crafted prison cell. "Is there some kind of super ability we don't know about?"

"That would make two of us," she replied crisply, finally seemingly relaxed with Non behind bars. "What the hell did he use on himself?!"

"We're going to see if we can extract it," he began, just to earn a huff for an answer and she began walking away. "Supergirl, I don't like repeating myself."

"I thought the statement explained that I, myself, don't know about another kind of super ability." She glared at him, not at all her usual calm self, but this wasn't anger, it was like a coil being held down, as though expecting the worst and getting ready for either flight or fight. "If you'll excuse me, I do have a job that actually pays."

With that she left.

"What was that about?" Alex wondered, then frowned a bit. "Right now, I wish I could speak with holo-Alura.

"I refuse to use HoLura," she interrupted the agent that was just passing by. "J, is there no way of figuring out?"

The last was whispered to the man, but also the real him, the martian. "She has been acting strange and I worry; despite everything, she's my sister."

"I'm sorry Alex," he answered gravely, "I honestly don't know."

"Keira!" A stumbling assistant finally crossed the doors. "You know how long I've been here, screaming my throat hoarse calling —"

"I'm sorry Cat," the young blonde took those hands she only held in dreams and breathed a sigh of relief, going as far as to fall down on her knees. "By Rao, you're all I need."

"What, are you doing?"

"After a dream, I just feel like I need you."

"Keira, the office isn't the place for such acts, now pull yourself together and let, go." Cat stressed, already using her iron will to keep herself from trembling or worse, taking the younger woman in a warm and comforting embrace.

"Sorry Miss Grant!" She released, afraid of having hurt the other woman, who now meant too much to her. She stood on unsteady feet, and suddenly felt sick. "I'm not feeling too well . . . ."

Honey eyes went wide, and she gently guided the girl to the bathroom. There, she helped her by pulling the blonde hair away as Kara emptied her stomach. Cat knew, somehow, without doubt, that her assistant was pregnant.

"Kara?!" A high pitched voice sounded and the CEO's eyes landed on the IT guy that was a friend of sorts of the young woman. "Wha — what's going on?"

"She's sick," Cat supplied with a growl. "I suggest you get someone who might have an idea of what's going on with her. Now."

Winn's eyes went wide, but didn't question how their boss knew what was going on and went back to get his phone. On the way to retrieving the object, he ran into Olsen and after a hasty comment, the man went to where his friend was. His presence though, only served to increase Cat's hostility levels. It didn't matter that he was currently dating someone, she wasn't blind and could see the chemistry between the two.

"Kara —"

"James, I suggest you leave," Cat interrupted, making him stop before he could advance.

"Excuse me Miss Grant but, she's my friend as she's clearly indisposed," he replied with a frown before continuing forward.

"Mr. Olsen!" She stopped him again and stood, looking at him with bright, penetrating amber eyes. "Not only am I your boss, I'm also hers, and unless you want to find yourself unemployed, I suggest you leave."

"James," Kara turned to look at him, clearly sick; Cat was once again kneeling by her side, free hand on her shoulder, hand which was taken by the now-pale woman's own free hand. "Leave."

Those were the last words he wanted to hear, but the more anxious or threatened the older woman got, the worse she felt and she feared she would hurt the man for not doing as had been requested and later, ordered. By the time she got herself back under some form of control, she didn't feel any better but was certainly less afflicted. Cat gave her a spare toothbrush and she made use of it. Feeling less like a wreck and more like herself (she mentally snorted, always finding it amusing how she could never use the phrase 'more human') her sister finally arrived. Just as she sat on the couch, Alex appeared and was at her side.

"What's happening —"

"She's . . . pregnant." Cat answered, sighing.

Note: Yes, the story isn't finished, but I honestly have no idea what to do next! Reviews with suggestions are great!
In my head it was clear: I want a pregnant Kara, because that's going to make everything more difficult.
"Making the world a safer place for my child, so I fight alien's while I'm pregnant."
No, I still can't find the logic! And I love screwy logic. I do.
(the insane part of my pen name isn't just for the laughs and giggles)