A/N: I planned to write a story like this for a long time. This is my first Supergirl fic! I hope you guys will read and tell me what you thought. It's a SuperFlash story that will future a surprise guest. I loved the crossover on Monday's episode so I incorporated a little of my own take of what I think should have happened. I only wish there was a way a certain hero could have been utilized more instead acting as a plot device to make James jealous. Hopefully this rewrite will do it justice. I'll try to keep the updates frequent, it all depends on the responses, I really need you guys to drop reviews. There are usually so many of you who follow/fav my work but never comment. It does help with faster updates the more you comment, please do, I welcome all reviews. You guys drive me to finish stories. I hope you all enjoy this one, in my opinion, Kara deserves better than what she's getting, this is my take on what I want to see in the show. Thank you! :)

Kara Danvers was impervious to most things, but not to personal distance and free will. She spaced before she could stop herself.

The more she wanted her private life to make sense the more the situation was just one convoluted mess. Ever since Lucy and James had abruptly broken up, Kara thought she had an opportunity to make things right with James. They could go back to being friends, either way; they would have to get along to work together. Every time she looked at his face, she was reminded of being ambushed by the red kryptonite that cursed not only the people closest to her but National City as well. She had the feeling she will never gain back their trust.

It was no use, Kara Danvers had messed things up for herself and she wasn't sure if she was going to heal this time.

"Keira? Get in here." Cat Grant's bored tone summoned.

Kara pulled out of her deep thoughts and pushed her body up, coming into Cat's office. She put on her usual brave face but she knew Cat would see right through it so she prayed her boss would ignore it and just hand her the next task to do.

"I need you to monitor The Talk, The Real and any other show that mentions my name preferably ones that feature my relevance to Cat Co. The brand is important, I want to know the ins and out of every known source that publicizes the firm. Here is a list to brief you on what you need to research on." Cat brought up a document without lifting her eyes off her laptop.

Kara was used to the avoidance of eye contact, Cat only did it when the moment was called for, but for once she wanted her boss to really look at her; maybe to empathize with her predicament. But she was holding onto too much hope, Cat had wanted things to work out with Adam; she had no idea where her opinion stood with James. Her biased views made it harder to reveal her feelings, even if Cat asked her point blank. She took up the paper and plastered on her trademark professional demeanor.

"I'll get right on it Ms. Grant. Is there anything else?"

Cat sniffed sharply and turned her attention to Kara for a moment. Her eyes flickered for a second and Kara got the notion that there was more to her being called in than just for assistant duties.

"That is all," She looked up briefly then turned to write something down, "for now."

Kara adjusted her black rimmed glasses and nodded before turning around to get started on work.

"Oh Kara..." Cat started, Kara stopped before she could make it to her desk. "Don't turn around, just listen to me."

Kara gulped in place, there was only so many ways this could go wrong, but deep down, Cat really wasn't her enemy. She waited until the typing behind her stopped and Cat cleared her throat.

"Keira I'm not one for pep talks so I am taking two seconds here to apologize briefly before what I'm about to say here...I realize what I have and have not done as a mother, none of which has anything to do with you per say but we do share one thing in common." Cat paused before continuing.

"Adam...now he and I are progressing in our personal family business which is in no relation to you what so ever, but, I am still slightly on the fence to how things have gone between you two. I admit, I did want you both to see eye to eye but even I confess I can't control everything just because I want to. My point is: I hold no ill feelings to you, if that is what you are thinking."

Kara's eyebrow furrowed but she didn't speak. She heard Cat stand up and another clearing of her throat came her way.

"I do think you understand what love is, even if it's not with my son. I accept that. Whatever is going on in your mind, fix it and then move on. I need a focused employee as I run a tighter than a Rodeo Drive facelift company here that demands the best. I do believe you deserve more than just praise for the hard work you do for me." She sighed, "I actually admire you Kara; you don't give up no matter what. So this thing right now, whatever it could be, bury it and face the problem head on. If need be tell the truth so you can be rid of all personal tension when you come to work."

Kara slowed her breathing down when she realized it was spiking. What Cat just said made more sense than anything else going on in her life. But this had nothing to do with Adam; this was more complicated than she was willing to rely to her boss. Hearing her say all of this to her was going well beyond the working relationship they shared. She grimaced, unsure what to do next.

"You can turn around now; don't feel like I froze you into submission. This isn't Scared Straight for Pete's sake."

Kara breathed a sigh of relief internally. There was that bored, ball buster she grew to know well. Kara turned around and shot her a glance that was unrehearsed. She almost spoke up to respond but then she retreated back in herself. When Cat looked at her almost expecting her to reply she took that as her cue to summarize her thoughts.

"Thank you Ms. Grant." She said softly, almost smiling but caught it. "I believe that too. I'm happy to hear you and you're son are growing closer. Thank you again for what you said."

Cat narrowed her eyes but looked shifty when she placed them back on Kara. She didn't detect flattery, what Kara always had said was genuine but she would hardly let her know that, maybe in times of crisis.

"Alright Keira, take a leave early. I got everything settled here. Good work." Cat averted her eyes back to what she was doing.

Kara didn't question Cat's request, she slowly walked out of her office with a slight smile on her face. They understood each other, it was strange in the way it was usually presented but Cat Grant let her know the brutality of life's foibles. Part of Kara despised her for being so spot on most of the time, the other part was grateful she had a kindred spirit in such a tough exterior of a woman. Cat knows the world and knew it well; anything she said to Kara is to be taken in as significance of some sort.

It was perfect timing in a sense, Winn and James had been away – not that she didn't want to see Winn – but James was understood. It was awkward to see a man who confessed his feelings recently which she turned down and another who she personally admitted truth bombs in the wake of the manipulating red meteorite.

She checked her phone and the DEO device for any alerts and there was nothing. Patrolling wasn't what the DEO recommended but it was what she could do now to get her mind off of her personal life. She fixed on her trench coat and walked away from work hailing for a taxi to her apartment. Maybe all she really needed was sleep, if there was only a way she could stay asleep for a long time until she felt needed again.

Turned out, nobody needed her tonight. Not even Cat who always had her on call even for the most trivial things. As she stood on the corner hailing for the next cab, she heard commotion coming from the night clubs that were all the rage this time a night. Her eyes looked on longing as she felt them glass over.

She frowned and jumped when a car horn beeped her attention. She got in and told the driver the directions to her apartment. The ride wasn't long thankfully. When she got back she immediately made a strong beeline to her fridge, pulling out ice cream and the last of her beers. She didn't wait to serve herself as she dove directly in the tub with a large spoon. She almost fainted from the taste, her brain wasn't even freezing over, being who she is nothing much harmed her. Except for people, they always let her down.

"Screw this!" She cursed, putting away the tub, took her beer and flew up to the roof of her building.

She landed smoothly and looked on National City with misconstrued eyes. There were so many innocent people she had already protected, so many she had yet to protect, the pressure was hitting her between the eyes, was she all she was? Could she co-exist with humanity and not feel the need to just smile, don the suit and cape and not act like the world is internally ending?

She unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a good swig of her beer, tapping the bottle on the concrete edge of the building. She didn't realize that the tapping broke the bottle randomly. She rolled her eyes and wiped at her pants until she heard a noise.

She turned and was met with a blast of deafening wind that pierced her alien eardrums causing her to instantly fall backward and over the edge of the building. Her body drowned out around her as she felt her form swept up quickly before plummeting to the ground.

Her eyes focused in front of her just barely as she felt her body being carried. She caught the color of his iris, a deep green; he smiled as he brought her to safety.

She barely stood up when he came to her aid, focusing on seeing and hearing straight. She looked on to her savior and jumped back when she took him in.

"Are you alright?" His concerned tone asked.

When he reached for her she brushed him away.

"Ugh-yes, think so, who-who are you?" She asked him breathlessly, her sight returning almost to their normal state, she could clearly see him now.

"I'm Barry Allen...err, I mean, The Flash."