Author's Note: Hi guys, another Supercorp fic for you.

Being as we are officially in the Christmas season, I thought I'd write about how Lena and Kara are going to fix their relationship and apart from Valentine's, what season can be more romantic than Christmas?

This one will be a bit of a challenge but I will write this one right up until Christmas day so it's gonna be a long one! But I hope you guys will stick with it and I hope you enjoy it.

I love knowing what you all think, it keeps me motivated and hopefully you'll enjoy this one too!

As always, I own nothing, all rights go to their respective owners.

TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS

One

She looks so unhappy, Kara thought as she hovered outside Lena's window.

The first time she'd done this had been to bring Lena Lex's journals and Kara had been under the illusion that their friendship could be saved but now she knew better, yet she didn't hate Lena for lying to her, she couldn't, not only because Kara had lied to Lena for years but because Kara found that she could never hate Lena.

Kara watched as Lena shifted to tuck her legs underneath her as she buried her head in a book.

"I'm so sorry, Lena." Kara whispered before she flew back to her own apartment.

Since the day Lena had turned the Fortress of Solitude's defences against Kara and admitted that she'd known Kara's secret long before Kara herself had told her, the blonde hadn't been able to sleep and if she did, her dreams were always of Lena and the expression of pain and hurt on the Luthor woman's face.

When she came back into her apartment Kara found Alex sitting on the couch, her face an expression of pure sympathy and concern.

She stood when Kara walked up to her.

"You went to see Lena again, didn't you?" Alex said but there was no judgement in her voice, only concern for her sister.

Kara nodded her head slowly and tears filled her eyes.

Kara put her head in her hands as she started to sob uncontrollably and Alex pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her sister's pain.

Kara's shoulders shook with the force of her tears and Alex closed her eyes as she stroked Kara's hair and tried to soothe her.

"She hates me, Alex." Kara sobbed when she could just about talk again.

"No she doesn't, Kara. She's just angry and hurt but she'll come around, you'll see." Alex said reassuringly but the truth was that Alex had never been sure of Lena Luthor; sure, she liked her, she was pleased Kara had found a friend in Lena and the Luthor had proved herself time and again but when she was angry, that was a different story and Alex always remembered that Lena and Lex had the same genes.

Would something like this push Lena over the edge?

She hoped not.

Kara pulled back and wiped her eyes as Alex took her hand, gently leading her to the couch.

Kara sniffed and let out a breath, she felt tired now.

"I just...I don't know what to do. How can I make this right?"

"Maybe just keep apologising, do things that you think she'd think a lot of, remind her why you're such great friends."

Alex paused.

"So basically everything you were doing before."

Kara nodded but she wasn't sure it would work this time.

The look in Lena's eyes had been pure fury and hurt.

She'd never seen Lena like that.

She never wanted to see Lena look at her like that ever again.

Kara frowned.

"I'll try to make this right but I have to give her time first."

Alex nodded her agreement and Kara sighed.

"I'll make this right...but not yet. She won't accept anything I do yet."

Alex patted Kara's shoulder.

"You're doing the right thing and you will fix this, Kara. I know you, you're a good person."

Kara sucked in a breath.

"Let's hope that Lena believes that again."

...

The next morning Hope found Lena looking at Myraid.

Tilting her head slightly and with a small frown she studied the mind controlling object.

"Are you going to use it now?"

Lena looked up at Hope and nodded.

"Thinking about it. It'll give me the power I need to keep people from having negative impulses."

So your plan hasn't changed then, Ms Luthor?"

Lena frowned deeply as she went back to looking at Myraid.

"Why would it?"

"Because since returning from the Fortress of Solitude you've only eaten take out food, cried and slept."

Lena sighed and sat up.

"The time for all that is over, Hope. It's time for action now."

Hope nodded.

"And Supergirl?"

Lena's frown returned instantly as though just the name made her blood boil.

"What about her?"

"You know she'll try to stop you."

Lena nodded and bit her lip as she thought about her friend that had betrayed her and broken her heart.

"I'll have to put measures in place for when she inevitably does." Lena replied as she stood and walked around Hope.

"And those measures would be?"

Lena turned to face Hope.

"I still know how to make Kryptonite and I will use it if she forces my hand."

Hope nodded and watched as Lena removed her lab coat.

"I have a meeting to attend but I'll be back tonight."

Hope nodded and watched her walk out the door.

Hope might not have human emotions but she knew her creator was letting her emotions get the best of her and if Supergirl didn't fix the mess she'd created pretty soon Lena wouldn't need a reason to use the Kryptonite.

...

Lena only half listened to what the board members were telling her. Something about how the company wasn't making as much money as last year and they didn't see her around the office as much as they used to, blah blah... but then one of them said something and she suddenly looked up.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The man instantly looked nervous and Lena knew that they knew she hadn't been listening properly but now she was and she didn't like what she was hearing.

"We were just saying that because of your brother, once again the Luthor name has been called into question; the people-well we've heard-that you are...how shall I put this? The people are questioning you."

"Me?"

The man started stammering.

"We just think that while the people are unsure of you-your name mainly- that you should take some time and appoint someone else to...run things."

Lena's eyes widened and her anger could be felt by every member in the room.

She squashed that anger and stood, straightening her suit jacket.

"Gentlemen, I have been running this company, my company for four years now and I have defied the Luthor name in every way. I want to help people and will continue to do so. If you gentlemen have a problem with that then you're free to leave. Permanently." She added, the last word said sharply to convey it's meaning.

One man, the one who seemed to do most of the talking looked at her as she stayed standing.

She couldn't glare down at them from her seat after all.

"Lena-"

She shot him a look and he swallowed.

"I mean, Ms Luthor, we are only doing what's best the company, for your company. We want it to thrive and in order for it to do that, decisions-difficult decisions-must be made. This is the only way we can restore the people's faith. You won't be stepping down forever. Just until this whole Lex business has blown over."

This time Lena let her anger dictate what she said next.

"This 'Lex business' as you put it should have cemented my loyalty to the people once and for all. I was the one who shot my own brother! He is dead because of me! The people should be thanking me not putting me on trial!"

Silence descended on the room and Lena found that she couldn't control her racing heart. She couldn't control her anger.

She clenched her teeth so hard her jaw hurt and she looked at each man in turn.

"You're all fired." She said quietly.

"What? No, you can't just-"

She slapped her palm down on the table, making the water glasses shake and the men flinch in their chairs. She ignored the sting in her palm as she glared at them.

"I said you're all fired! Get out! Go!"

The men grabbed their briefcases and stood up quickly, most leaving the room as quickly as they could.

Only one, the talker of the group, looked at her.

"Your company will suffer, Lena."

But Lena was beyond caring at this point.

"Then I'll suffer with it." She snarled.

The man shook his head and left.

Lena waited until the doors were shut and she could no longer hear them chatting about her or hear their shoes on the tiles outside, then she collapsed into the chair and put her head in her hands.