Hello !

First, I am sorry for being late, and for this shorter chapter. I find myself really busy at the moment, school and stuff... It is not easy to write at the moment, even though it's all I want to do.

Thank you for your review, faves and follows, it means the world to me!

But here's chapter 6! I hope you like it ! Don't forget to tell me what you thought about it, it helps me a lot ;)

Also, I think that I will add one or two chapters, and then this story will be done. Everything has to come to an end right?

Again, sorry for my mistakes... French people you know?

Enjoy !

Cat was sitting on her lover's lap when a timid knock echoed inside the little hotel room. Her head was resting peacefully on the other woman's neck, pepping hot and tender kisses along her jawline. Kara's finger were playing with golden locks, inhaling her perfume. They were lazily curled up in the large sofa, in front of their big window, observing in silence the world surrounding them without being a part of it. They had been waking up slowly, tenderly in each other's arms, showering together, eating together, barely talking and yet, exchanging so much when the door brought them back to reality.

Brought them back to the real world.

And the fall hurt.

The CEO suddenly opened her eyes. Kara tensed, worried, and stared at the wooden door. She delicately removed her glasses in order to see who was waiting for them.

And then, she held her breath.

Her first clenched.

Her heart started to beat faster.

Cat didn't have to ask. Only one person could cause such reaction. One person. Alex.

A silent sob escaped the former assistant's lips, as tears steamed down her perfect cheeks. She was shaking, scared and cold. The Queen of all medias caught her salty perls with her finger, willing to erase the sadness off her face. Willing to bring back her smile. See the famous Sunny Danvers she had gotten used to. She tried her best to reassure her with her most genuine smile, kissing her wet lips as a sign of intense support. Their finger laced. Stronger together, she thought.

And she knew it was all true.

Don't worry. It will be fine. I promise you. Everything is going to be fine.

Leaving her lover's lap, the blond woman found her way to the doorstep, straightening her skirt and blouse, diving her fingers into her hair in order to give them some volume. She had appeared weak and desperate. She had been on the edge of falling down. But today, Kara needed her to be strong. Needed her to be here.

Her hand fell on the handle. She took a deep breath.

Opened the door.

Smiled.

« Alex. Eliza. Hello. Come in, please. » She said with a sweet voice, while allowing the two strangers to enter the little room.

Alex looked just like her sister. Scared and worried. Beautifully anxious about seing the woman who had sacrificed herself for the world. The hero who happened to be her foster sister. Her hair had grown longer, but apart from that, she hadn't changed. Cat kissed her cheek out of tenderness for this brave girl who had been sharing her pain with her. During the past years, the two of them had had severals lunches together, had spent a few hours talking about Kara, exchanging memories. They had moved on together, steps by steps, encouraging each other to reach for the stars.

They had helped each others in a way Cat would have never imagined.

She had been an ally, a friend, even.

She would never forget that.

Eliza, on the other hand, was already sobbing, holding firmly a plate in her hands. It was a pie. Kara's favorite.

Both of them looked worryingly into the hotel room and sighed.

And when the CEO turned around, she understood why.

Kara wasn't there anymore.

The window was open.

The sofa was empty.

« She will come back when she is ready. » Reasoned the brunette, breathing in and out in order to calm the beating of her poor heart.

Yes. She would come back. Kara wasn't the kind of person to give up on her family, especially after not seing them for so long. She needed time. Time to acknowledge her return, and what it meant. Time to remember those she had left, those she hadn't planned to see again.

Alex was the last person she had talked to.

Her last words had been for her.

She did need time.

She did have all the time in the world. She was alive. She was young.

« Can I offer you some coffee? »

The three of them sat at the table, sharing coffee and small talks. Cat asked about National City, and the recent event. According to Danvers number two, as she liked to call her, the city had been attacked by some aliens, but nothing to worry about. CatCo, during her absence, had been taken back by James Olsen, who seemed as overloaded as ever. She smiled. Of course, she knew. She had a text from him every hours asking for advice. Truth to be told, it felt good to abandon for a moment all of her responsibilities. For ages, she hadn't lived, but only survived. Today, she was taking a revenge on life, squeezing every drop of happiness while she could, and enjoying the sun while it last. Eliza asked for the detailed story of how her foster daughter, who had been in space for a year, had awoken to save the woman she was in love with.

None of them seemed to mind the fact that Cat was Kara's boss, and way older than her. None of them cared. As long as the two of them were happy.

They had seen the start of Kara's love, how she blushed talking about the Queen of All Medias.

And while she was gone, they had witnessed Cat's admiration and adoration for the girl they had fostered.

It was genuine and tender. It was what they wanted.

What they deserved.

The atmosphere was more relaxed when a little bird entered the room.

Her little bird.

Kara.

« Kara. You are finally back. I was getting worried. » Whispered Cat, smiling at her favorite superhero.

Only Kara didn't look back. And Cat didn't feel bad about it. Her blue orbs stared at the two woman sitting across the table, and especially the brunette.

Frozen, unable to make a move, she just stood there for a long minute, holding her breath and tears. And suddenly, breaking the silence.

« Alex. »

It was a faint whisper.

It was desperate.

A chair fell. Alex ran into her sister's arms.

And their bodies melted.

Both sister sobbed, holding tight, never willing to let go.

Cat wiped away a single tear that had escaped her eyes unwillingly.

Eliza soon joined them and the family was reunited again.

Her heart missed a beat. From her chair, the blond woman could see what happiness really looked like. Tears, kisses, whisper and hugs. And the smile drawn on Kara's lips.

There was her Sunny Danvers.

There was the woman she was in love with.

Her eyes caught Kara's for a minute. The former assistant mouthed a thank you, and dived into her sister's shoulder.

It lasted a minute, an hour, or maybe a day.

They all lost track of time.

They were happy. Just happy.

« I am dying to eat this delicious pie » suddenly whispered the Danvers girl.

And everybody laughed.

« Yes Mrs. Grant ? Don't worry about CatCo, everything is perfect… How is your trip in France? »

Cat sighed, obviously pissed about talking on the phone with James Olsen, the one who had almost shadowed her on her way to Kara's heart. His voice was enough to drive her mad. But he was Kara's dearest friend. She had to be nice to him. He deserved to know that his former lover was alive. That National City's hero had returned.

« While your overjoyed tone makes me wonder about the sake of my society… I didn't call to talk about CatCo or France… »

Then why did you call? »

This time, the CEO let out a loud sigh, loud enough for Olsen to understand his mistakes. Why did he have to be so useful and talented? If it had been about her, Cat would have kicked him out of her company the minute his eyes wandered on her assistant's body. But it had never been just about her. James had helped Kara, had been there for her. She could not just send him off like that. Not that she didn't want too.

Looking at the younger blond, the queen of all medias rolled her eyes, clearly indicating her annoyance.

Why are you friends with him again?

Kara smiled, softly. She did seem a little scared, but also confident. Days had passed in France, days spent with her sister and mother, days she used to recover from her travel to space. She was better now. Ready, almost.

« Please do not interrupt me, Olsen. I do not want to talk to you. Someone else does. »

« Who? »

Cat handed the phone. Kara was shaking.

« James? » She whispered, her voice almost breaking.

« Kara? Kara is that… »

« Hi. »

From the sofa she had regained, Cat could hear the relief in his voice, the emotions he was trying so hard to keep from himself and failing.

« You are alive. Oh my god Kara you are alive. How- Why- ? »

« I don't know James. I'm back. That's all that matters right now. »

They talked, screamed of joy and exchanged memories. The light, warm and beautiful, broke through the window, lightening up the young girl's face. Her smile was radiant, genuine and adorable as her teeth sank into her lips. Her clear blue eyes appeared even lighter, brighter than the sun itself. Cat smiled too. She really was her guardian angel.

She really was everything she had ever dreamed of.

For years, Cat Grant had been swimming into the same pool, looking for something extraordinary, holding on for a hero. Little did she know that her assistant would be this person.

Her attention was brought back by Kara's excited voice.

« Hey, I don't have much time. Could you hand me Winn please ? »

The CEO smiled again, softly.

« Mrs. Grant, you wanted to talk to me? »

« Winn. It's me. It's Kara. »

« Kara? Kara- oh my god it's you ! Kara you are alive ! »

« Winn are you crying? »

« No. »

Both woman chuckled. Their eyes met in silence, and the world fell apart. While Kara was busy answering the phone, Cat, on the other hand, observed her as if she was the last wonder of the universe. Maybe she was. To her, definitely. And seeing her happy… It was so worth it.

She had made the right decision looking for Supergirl. She had risked her life for her, because she loved her.

« It's so good to have you back, Kara. I missed you. »

« I missed you too… I can't wait to come back. I can't wait to see you guys. »

« I love you, Winn. »

The call ended.

Kara's hand fell slowly on her tight.

A silent tear reached the ground.

Cat kept on staring at the woman she was in love with, willing to reach out for her, hesitating because she wanted to give her space. Tears had swelled down her cheeks too much since she was back. She didn't want to see her sad, or unwell. She wanted her hero back. Will she ever be?

Kara Danvers was still Supergirl somehow, however, part of her died the day she sacrificed herself for the world. Part of her was gone. She needed to find her new identity.

Feeling a little tired from all the calls, all the emotions she had been through, Kara Danvers found her way into her lover's arms, placing her head against her chest. She was still crying a little, overwhelmed from hearing her friend's voices over the phone. She stayed there for what seemed to be forever, but it didn't bother any of them.

« That was… a hell of a day. » Whispered the former assistant, playing with golden locks.

« How does it feel? »

« It feels good to be back. »

« I could have flown us back to National City, you know that right? »

The plane was full, ready to bring them back to their houses. National City, big, old, beautiful National City. The park full of children screaming and laughing. The fountains gushing out cold water. People dipping their feet in the azure surface. The blue sky, opening it's arms for every citizen, and the sun, bringing warmth and happiness into their pure heart. National City. Home. Their stay in Paris was over, at last. It had been wonderfully soothing, terribly peacefull. Alone in their bubble, away from everything… What was there for them to fear? Paris was safe and beautiful in front of her, the place to be, the city of love.

They had spent their days walking by the Seine, crossing streets and bridges, visiting the heart of the city. They had been on the top of the Eiffel Tower, and on the tower of Notre-Dame, following the steps of Victor Hugo and his famous Quasimodo.

Paris had been perfect.

What about their return?

Cat smiled, checking on her seat belt worryingly.

« Yes, yes, I know… But what if I wanted to take the plane for once? »

Kara chuckled. Cat's heart missed a beat. Their hands were resting on top of each others, their fingers laced out of love. Kara was near the window, admiring the way the world, around her, was moving.

She had never taken the plane. Never had too. Why use flying metal coffins when you can fly yourself into the sky? Her eyes were shining, she was as excited as a little girl going in a foreign country for the first time.

« You hate it. » She stated.

« That is not true. »

The former assistant quirked an eyebrow. Really, Cat? She seemed to say. Of course Cat didn't like flying, especially not in a plane. Kara more than anyone else in the world knew that. Kara Danvers knew how she liked her morning coffee, what kind of lettuce she preferred. She knew where she lived, had bonded with her son. Kara knew everything there was to know about her, her carrer, her past. There was no way she could lie, or hide.

With the blond young assistant, she had to be herself, and only herself. She didn't have to be Cat Grant, Queen of all Medias anymore.

She was Cat.

She was happy.

« You don't like being so close to unknown people for so long and you are afraid of all the germs people carry with them. »

« Fine… Maybe… Maybe I wanted to keep you all for myself a little longer? » She whispered into her lover's ears.

Slowly, pinky lips crashed against hers, bringing her even closer. Tongues met, danced, lips waltzed, hands wandered.

« Here's the woman I know. »

And Kara placed another quick kiss on her wet, swollen lips.

« I don't like to share. »

« Good. Me neither. »

To be continued...