Truth Hurts

                                    

                                          


                          
Screaming...screaming because yelling doesn't come close to describing the volume Lena is managing. Kara is standing wide-eyed on trembling legs, her body shaking like a newborn doe's. She knew Lena would be upset. She worried Lena would be angry. She feared Lena would be hurt. This though...Kara doesn't know what this is. This isn't Lena. When Kara reaches out, Lena slaps her hand away. It's shocking. Lena never NEVER raises her hand or loses control. This isn't Lena. But then again, Kara isn't Kara anymore. Now, Kara is Supergirl. Now Lena knows.
                          
The most powerful woman on the planet stands powerless while her girlfriend rages. Words like betrayal, untrustworthy, and liar are hurled around. Bullets bounce off of Kara, but these utterances sink through her skin. They'll leave scars. Lena's complexion may be flawless porcelain, but the woman has wounds that don't show even with Kara's x-ray vision. Lena has been taught by the best how to hurt someone, but Kara has never been on the receiving end before. Now that Lena finally sees Kara, Lena has become unrecognizable.
                          
Turning on her heel, Lena strides for the door only pausing long enough to pull on her heels and grab her purse and coat.
                          
"Wait!" Kara is there, hands all nervous energy as she stops herself from grabbing the door, from touching Lena, from pushing up the glasses she took off when she...yeah, that. "Where are you going?"
                          
"Home." Lena's voice is flat now, her eyes dead.
                          
"Oh, well...I'll call you?"
                          
"Don't."
                          
Kara steps back, blinking, before stepping in closer this time. "You don't mean that."
                          
"I know what I mean."
                          
"You're just angry."
                          
Lena's eyes are the color of kryptonite, and the looks she gives Kara is reminiscent of that. "Oh, I'm angry, but I'm not just angry. I know exactly what I am."
                          
Kara doesn't want to ask. "What?"
                          
The silence stretches between them. "Leaving."
                          
"Wait." Kara's hand is on the door, and her arm is rebar. "We have to talk. When will we talk?"
                          
"You don't interview me anymore, Miss Danvers."
                          
Brows furrowed and head shaking, Kara frowns. "Not professionally. I'm talking about our personal relationship."
                          
Lena approaches, and where in the past Kara would have wrapped her arms around Lena, the hero recedes. Three steps forward equal three steps back.
                          
One eyebrow raised, Lena asks, "What personal relationship?"
                          
All the air leaves the room. "Lena, no. You can't—"
                          
"I can't?" It's a challenge, and it isn't met. With a hand behind her back, she turns the knob and opens the door. As she leaves, Lena doesn't look back.
                          
Kara knows Lena doesn't look back. She watches from the doorway. She uses her x-ray vision to watch through the walls. She watches through the window and is halfway out it, her heart pounding in her chest when she turns back. It's just a fight. She'll be back. Lena will be back. She'll be back.
                          
Four nights later, Lena hasn't come back. Kara hasn't changed the sheets, and she curls up around the clothes Lena had dropped on the floor the night before she left, the last time they made love. She works as much as she can and falls asleep crying and exhausted at night. Still, dreams of Krypton haunt her. Kara's world was destroyed in front of her eyes when she was twelve. It happened again four days ago.
                          
When the apartment door opens, Kara's tears stop.
                          
"Kara?" It's Alex.
                          
Kara's been avoiding her, but to be fair, Kara's been avoiding everyone. Talking means talking about it, and talking about it means admitting what's happened. Kara's not avoiding her sister; she's avoiding the truth.