Fic: A Night In The Life - Part 2
Title: A Night In The Life - Part 2
Author: majorrogue
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany/Santana and a couple of cameo's
Rating: okay for all, i think
Spoilers: none, it's a completely different universe, man!
Summary: Will Big S be defeated? Will The Question last the night? Read on to find out!!
Authur's Note: Again Santana is The Question and Brittany is Supergirl, If you aren't sure who they are take a look at my post Here where i've put some pictures of both characters. The Question is a sort of detective fighting crime and all that, she has no powers, but could kick your arse, she also used to be a Gotham City police officer. And of course Supergirl is, well, Supergirl!!
Episode 1: My Super Girlfriend ~ Episode 2: She's Still My Super Girlfriend ~ Episode 3: A Night In The Life - Part 1
Brittany watched helplessly as Santana disappeared over the side of the building. Big S was standing over her in her giant machine laughing. Quicker than she had ever experience, anger built up inside her. The sound of the laughter, the sight of the woman she loved falling to her death, being unable to help, it made her blood boil.
The build up of anger was released in a scream of frustration so loud that it surprised her. She mustered all the strength she could gather and flew a couple of inches off the ground and as quickly as she could off the edge of the warehouse.
In front of her she could see a falling Santana and used the last of her energy to fly past her grab her around the waist and pull her body close to her own, placing herself between Santana and the ever closing ground.
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She wasn’t sure if she’d lost consciousness or not, but blinked a couple of times to clear her head and vision. Santana realised she was lying in the alley. She looked around to orientate herself and saw an arm sticking out from under her. Quickly she rolled over to see an unconscious Brittany in a small crater in the ground.
‘No, no, no, no’ she leaned over Brittany and moved the hair out of her face ‘Babe? Babe, wake up...... please wake up’
Santana looked Brittany up and down quickly and couldn’t see any blood anywhere. She began to panic, Brittany has never been knocked out, this had to be bad.
She leaned in closer ‘Brittany, love, please wake up’ she whispered stroking Brittany’s forehead
From behind her she heard a loud mechanical thud as Big S jumped off the building, landing back in the alley.
‘That was easier than I expected, I’m disappointed’ she laughed
Santana turned to look at her angrily, You’re going to pay for this Santana thought
‘Oh, what are you going to do? You’re powerless, literally’ Big S laughed that annoying laugh again
Santana saw one of the weapons that Brittany had sent flying when she had crashed though the warehouse wall, it was only a short distance away.
If she thinks I won’t kill her for this, Santana ran to the gun, picked it up and started firing at Big S. The shots hit the chest of the machine.
‘And you’re a really bad shot’ Big S smirked
The machine took a step forward and Santana focused her shots on one of the knee joints. After what seemed like forever one of the shots hit what she was wanted it to. The leg suddenly went from under the machine. Big S tried to compensate and stay upright, but the robot fell against a wall, sliding down it awkwardly ripping one of the arms off and landing on its back.
Santana ran towards the machine and jumped on its chest. Big S was inside it looking a little stunned. Santana looked down at her, but then looked at the hole in the chest where the kryptonite was. Shooting at the chest had missed the kryptonite but had weakened the metal around it. She used the butt of the gun to hit at the metal around the box. As she did, Big S started unstrapping herself from the machine.
‘You’d better stay where you are’ Santana threatened pointing the gun at her
Big S hesitated ‘You won’t kill me’
‘You want to bet?’ Santana said pointing the gun at her head
Neither of them moved until Santana heard moaning from behind her. She turned to see Brittany moving her arms to hold her chest.
She turned back to Big S. Brittany would hate her for killing someone because of her. She used the butt of the gun again and smashed it around Big S’s face, knocking her out, her body flopping back into the control seat of the robot.
Santana turned back to Brittany, she hadn’t moved, but moving towards her was Det. Fabray
‘Stay where you are’ Santana shouted at her. She didn’t want her getting too close to Brittany and possibly recognising her.
‘But she’s....’ she said pointing at Brittany in her crater.
‘STAY. AWAY’ she shouted, pointing the gun at her now. She didn’t have time for this. ‘Why won’t people just do as their told’ she moaned to herself as Fabray backed away from Supergirl.
Santana turned back to the robot’s chest and after a few more hits from the gun the box with the Kryptonite in loosened enough for Santana to rip it free. She closed the box, jumped down from the robot and ran to Brittany’s side.
Brittany was pushing herself up with one arm and holding her body with the other. She looked up at Santana as she tried to get up
‘Ow.... are you alright?’ she asked Santana
‘What? Forget about me, I’m fine. Are you okay?’ Santana asked grabbing Brittany’s arm and helping her up. She stood up shakily, but didn’t stand upright
‘Ow,ow,ooow’ Brittany winced at the pain
Santana put Brittany’s arm over her shoulder and her own arm around Brittany’s waist to help her stand.
‘Careful, ow.... a bit lower’ Brittany said as the pain of the pressure of Santana’s hand rushed up her back. Santana moved her hand away quickly and re-positioned it.
It was times like this that Santana was happy that her masked covered her face and made emotions hard to read. She worried that Brittany would get upset if she could see just how worried Santana was about her.
Brittany looked at where she had gotten up from. ‘We broke the ground’ she crocked
‘We did’ Santana agreed ‘come on, we have to go before the police arrive’
They slowly made their way down the alley, Brittany hunched over with her hair covering her face, unable to stand up properly due to the pain in her back.
As they passed Det. Fabray Santana said ‘Why don’t you do your job, Fabray, and arrest her’ she pointed at the robot.
She was taken aback for a moment, how did she know she was a police officer? And how did she know her name? God, she hated these masked freaks. ‘I should arrest you, you’re a vigilante’ she said determined
‘I wouldn’t try it’ Supergirl threatened from under her hair. Even after everything that had happened today she wasn’t going to stand by and let The Question be arrested. Santana stared at the police detective who made no attempt to move, so Santana and Brittany carried on down the alley.
It took them a while to get to the gates of the dock yard and Santana could hear police sirens in the distance. She looked around
‘This is going to take forever’ she said under her breath
‘I’m sorry, I don’t think I can fly us....’ Brittany said
‘That’s okay, honey, we just have to get home.’ She looked around again, thinking. ‘Here...’ she leaned Brittany up against a wall and took her trench coat off. ‘Put this on’ she put one sleeve on Brittany and took her other hand to guide it to the other sleeve.
‘Ow, ow, No, I can’t. My back’ Brittany winced unable to move her arm that far back without it hurting too much.
‘Sorry’ Santana said ‘it’s okay’ she pulled the coat over Brittany’s shoulder enough to cover her Supergirl uniform.
They walked away from the dock gates and down a nearby street. They would have to hide until the police had gone into the dock.
‘Why are we hiding from the police? They’ll help us’ Brittany said softly
‘They’ll help you’ Santana said distracted ‘They’ll arrest me’
As they made their way to another alley Santana saw a car coming up the road. She leaned Brittany up against a car and walked out in front of the approaching car. As Santana thought it was a taxi. It stopped and she opened the back door, she took Brittany’s hand and led her to the back seat. She slowly bent and sat down trying not to moan as she leaned her back against the seat. The driver turned around to ask their destination and looked in horror at Santana’s face.
‘Eyes front buddy. Take us to the Green Dragon’ Santana said
‘The bar?’ the driver asked
‘Yes the bar. Any time today would be great’ they lived close enough to the bar for them to walk home before the sun came up.
The ache in Brittany’s back as she leaned against the back of the seat was getting to her so she leaned forward and rested her head in Santana’s lap.
‘Rough night, huh?’ the driver said
Santana looked at Brittany’s head in her lap and stroked her hair, she then looked at the box next to her. This night had certainly not turned out how she had expected.
‘Something like that’ she said relaxing slightly. She could see the driver looking at them in his mirror but was too tired to care.
It didn’t take them long to get to the bar, she helped Brittany out of the taxi and went to pay
‘How much?’
‘Don’t worry about it sweet heart’ the driver said out the window ‘I have family living near that volcano that went up a couple of weeks ago, she saved their town’ He said gesturing to Supergirl ‘I’d have driven you wherever you wanted’
‘Thanks’ Santana said surprised as he drove off, obviously her coat hadn’t hidden Supergirl’s outfit as well as she’d hoped it would.
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After struggling up the stairs they eventually reached their flat. Santana put the box on the ground as she searched for her key. Brittany leaned up against the door frame and looked at the box
'What’s in that?'
Santana looked at the box 'We can talk about that when you're feeling better' she said opening the door.
Brittany walked in first pulling the coat off her shoulder and letting it slide off her arm onto the floor as she walked to the bedroom. Santana put the box down and followed her, stepping over the coat and watched as Brittany flopped face first onto the bed making a satisfied noise as she lay there. She was glad to finally get home and lay down.
'Are you okay? Do you want anything?' Santana asked anxiously, not really knowing what to do now.
'Eurgh!' came the reply as Brittany wriggled her way up the bed so her head was resting on a pillow. She didn’t really want to have to think.
'How about a hot chocolate? That can cure most things' she said trying to be chipper and knowing that Brittany loved hot chocolate.
She walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She stood looking at it boil and let out a huff. When the warm breath from the huff made her mouth and nose warm she realised she still had her mask on. She pulled it off and threw it onto the work surface. What a night she thought, all they meant to do was follow some weapons, and instead both of them could have died.
Santana made the drink and went back to Brittany. She heard sniffing as she put the drink on the bed side table, and saw Brittany quickly bury her face in her pillow. She was crying
‘Hey, Hey’ she said softly ‘what’s wrong?’
Brittany turned to look at Santana, her eyes red and filled with tears
‘How can you love me?’ she cried
‘What?’ Santana didn’t know where this was coming from
‘I’m a freak!’
Santana put her hand on Brittany’s shoulder ‘babe.....’
‘I’m not even from this planet’ she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve ‘I don’t even have a planet’ she started crying again. ‘How can you love a freak?’
‘You’re not a freak...’
‘No, I’m an alien, who does weird things’ Brittany interrupted
Santana took Brittany’s face in her hands so they were looking straight at each other.
‘It doesn’t matter to me where you’re from or what you can or can’t do, I love you for you, for who you are’
‘Really?’
‘Of course, really’ Santana smiled ‘come here’ she said climbing over Brittany and laying next to her on the bed. She held her arms out gesturing for a hug.
Brittany rolled over onto her stomach to avoid hurting her back and snuggled into Santana’s side and wrapped her arm around her girlfriends waist.
‘How do you do it?’Brittany asked after a moment, looking up at Santana
‘Do what?’ Santana lifted her head off the pillow and looked down at Brittany
Brittany put her hand up to Santana’s face and touched the side of her eye
‘Ow!’ With all her worrying about Brittany she had forgotten that she had been in the wars too. She was in the process of getting a black eye
‘How do you deal with pain? My back hurts so much’ she sounded like she might start to cry again ‘It won’t stop’
Santana realised this was why she was crying
‘It will stop, Honey, you just have to try to ignore it. You have to remember that it’s not something you’re used to, you’re not going to be able to deal with it like...’
‘A human?’
‘Well, yes...like a human, we’ve had all our lives to know what it is and how to handle it, you have only experienced it a couple of times’
‘How do you handle it?’ Brittany asked
‘I find laying in bed with a beautiful blonde alien always takes my mind off it’ She looked down at Brittany and smiled. Brittany laughed, smiled back and put her head back on Santana’s chest, hugging her tighter. They both closed their eyes and relaxed properly for the first time in hours.
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Santana woke up with a start, unsure of what had woken her. She looked around and saw nothing except the sun streaming in through the window onto her and Brittany laying in the same position on the bed. There was then a knocking on the door. She carefully removed herself from under a still sleeping Brittany and went to the door. She opened it to find herself looking directly into the chest of a man in a suit and tie. She followed the tie up the very tall man to a chiselled jaw, glasses and black hair.
Santana frowned ‘Yes?’
‘Oh, hello’ the man said pushing his glasses up his nose
‘Ms Lopez?
Santana didn’t answer, she just stared angrily at him, she didn’t want to be standing here talking to a double glassing salesman or whatever he was.
‘I’ve come to see Brittany’
Brittany? ‘She’s not seeing visitors at the minute, she’s not feeling..’
‘I’m sure she’ll see me, I’m her cousin’ he said confidently interrupting
Santana laughed ‘You’re not her cousin, her cousin’s.......’ she looked up at him and he smiled down at her waiting for the penny to drop, and it did ‘Su...... Su........ss’ she couldn’t say it.
‘May I?’ he said gesturing to come in
Santana just watched him as he walked in
‘CLARK?’ Brittany shouted from the bedroom
‘Hi, Brittany’ he said walking to the bedroom ‘How are you? I heard you had a rough night’
Santana couldn’t believe it. Superman was in her flat. But not as Superman, as his alter ego, his secret identity. Of course she knew Superman was Brittany’s cousin, but she’d only ever seen him from a distance or as a blur as he flew away. But there he was in a suit and glasses smiling as he walked into her bedroom.
‘Oh, it wasn’t that bad’ Brittany replied ‘I lost my powers though’ Brittany sat up on the bed, bouncing a little as she did. Santana walked to the bedroom and watched from the doorway
‘hmm’ he said thinking ‘Kryptonite?’ he asked sitting on the side of the bed
‘Yes’ Santana answered from the door
‘Oh, that’s what you were hiding in that box’ Brittany said, Santana nodded. Santana was being a bit cautious with superman here, she didn’t know his opinion about her dating and living with his cousin and Brittany could have been killed last night, he could be here to take her with him.
‘You have to be careful out there Brittany, there are a lot of people who mean us harm’
‘Don’t worry Clark, I’ve got Santana to look out for me’ Brittany smiled widely at Santana and he turned to look at her ‘and I’m getting my powers back’
‘Good’ he said ‘Did you get hurt?’
Brittany frowned ‘I really hurt my back when my powers were gone, we fell 6 floors’
‘Did you break anything?’ he asked concerned
Brittany thought ‘er... A wall, some crates and I dented the ground quite a bit’
‘No, I meant bones’ Clark smiled
‘I don’t know’
‘Can I check?’ Clark asked
‘Sure’ Brittany stuck out her chest and held her arms out to the side. Clark pulled his glasses down his nose and looked over them at Brittany. After a couple of seconds he pushed his glasses back up
‘No, everything’s fine, but you will hurt for a while’
Brittany looked sad ‘Yeah, Santana said that’ He looked at her again
‘So, how did you know she was unwell?’ Santana asked
‘I have friends in Gotham’
‘OOOHHH!’ Brittany said raising her hands to the side of her head and pointing her fingers up like ears. Clark smiled and nodded
‘He looked into who Big S is for me. She was an onlooker when we fought MuscleMan in Lima a couple of months ago, she was hurt when he threw a car into the bank. Medical records say she needed to have a metal plate attached to her skull. Unfortunately she had an adverse reaction to it. She attacked some nurses and discharged herself from hospital, and had been collecting materials for her machine since then, to get revenge’
‘If the Bat knew about this, why didn’t he do something about it?’ Santana said angrily stepping forward ‘Brittany could have been killed’
‘Perhaps he didn’t see it as a priority, he...’
‘Not a priority?’ Santana shouted
‘Baby’ Brittany said trying to calm her ‘Neither of us were killed, it’s okay’
‘But you...’ She began
‘Babe’ Brittany said again, nodding towards Clark. Santana then realised that maybe shouting at Superman wasn’t the best idea in the world.
‘He didn’t know about the Kryptonite, if he had I’m sure he would have told me or done something about it’ He tried to reassure, Santana was still fuming a little.
‘Well’ He said after a moment ‘I just came to see how you were’ he got up from the bed ‘and I can see that you are being looked after, so I’ll get back to work, the news doesn’t write itself you know’ he smiled ‘oh and this was on your doorstep’ he said giving Brittany their post, she smiled and said goodbye
Santana followed him out of the bedroom to show him out. As he got to the front door Santana grabbed his arm.
‘Hang on’ she said ‘Can you get rid of the Kryptonite?’
‘Of course I can’ he said
Santana went to the open plan kitchen and lent down to a low shelf with cook books on. She took some off the shelf, reached in the back and pulled out a box.
‘You hid it in the kitchen?’ Clark questioned
‘She would never look here’ she said simply
Clark acknowledged that it was true and took the box from her ‘I’ll dispose of it’ he said
‘Thank you’
He opened the door ‘We should have dinner one night’ he said, he must have seen a look of fear on Santana’s face as she thought about just her and Superman sitting at a table, so he added ‘Lois would love to meet you and see Brittany again’
Santana was glad he clarified it ‘Yeah, that sounds nice’ she said ‘I’ll get Brittany to call you’
She closed the door behind him and leant up against it. Superman in her home! Even in a suit he was pretty intimidating, even for her.
‘OH, MY GOD’ Brittany shouted
Santana ran to the bedroom ‘WHAT?’
‘Look, we got an invitation to a Ball’ Brittany said excitedly waving the invite in the air
Santana rolled her eyes, walked to the bed and layed down ‘I’m not going to a Ball’ she said miserably.
Brittany smiled widely.
Author: majorrogue
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany/Santana and a couple of cameo's
Rating: okay for all, i think
Spoilers: none, it's a completely different universe, man!
Summary: Will Big S be defeated? Will The Question last the night? Read on to find out!!
Authur's Note: Again Santana is The Question and Brittany is Supergirl, If you aren't sure who they are take a look at my post Here where i've put some pictures of both characters. The Question is a sort of detective fighting crime and all that, she has no powers, but could kick your arse, she also used to be a Gotham City police officer. And of course Supergirl is, well, Supergirl!!
Episode 1: My Super Girlfriend ~ Episode 2: She's Still My Super Girlfriend ~ Episode 3: A Night In The Life - Part 1
Brittany watched helplessly as Santana disappeared over the side of the building. Big S was standing over her in her giant machine laughing. Quicker than she had ever experience, anger built up inside her. The sound of the laughter, the sight of the woman she loved falling to her death, being unable to help, it made her blood boil.
The build up of anger was released in a scream of frustration so loud that it surprised her. She mustered all the strength she could gather and flew a couple of inches off the ground and as quickly as she could off the edge of the warehouse.
In front of her she could see a falling Santana and used the last of her energy to fly past her grab her around the waist and pull her body close to her own, placing herself between Santana and the ever closing ground.
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She wasn’t sure if she’d lost consciousness or not, but blinked a couple of times to clear her head and vision. Santana realised she was lying in the alley. She looked around to orientate herself and saw an arm sticking out from under her. Quickly she rolled over to see an unconscious Brittany in a small crater in the ground.
‘No, no, no, no’ she leaned over Brittany and moved the hair out of her face ‘Babe? Babe, wake up...... please wake up’
Santana looked Brittany up and down quickly and couldn’t see any blood anywhere. She began to panic, Brittany has never been knocked out, this had to be bad.
She leaned in closer ‘Brittany, love, please wake up’ she whispered stroking Brittany’s forehead
From behind her she heard a loud mechanical thud as Big S jumped off the building, landing back in the alley.
‘That was easier than I expected, I’m disappointed’ she laughed
Santana turned to look at her angrily, You’re going to pay for this Santana thought
‘Oh, what are you going to do? You’re powerless, literally’ Big S laughed that annoying laugh again
Santana saw one of the weapons that Brittany had sent flying when she had crashed though the warehouse wall, it was only a short distance away.
If she thinks I won’t kill her for this, Santana ran to the gun, picked it up and started firing at Big S. The shots hit the chest of the machine.
‘And you’re a really bad shot’ Big S smirked
The machine took a step forward and Santana focused her shots on one of the knee joints. After what seemed like forever one of the shots hit what she was wanted it to. The leg suddenly went from under the machine. Big S tried to compensate and stay upright, but the robot fell against a wall, sliding down it awkwardly ripping one of the arms off and landing on its back.
Santana ran towards the machine and jumped on its chest. Big S was inside it looking a little stunned. Santana looked down at her, but then looked at the hole in the chest where the kryptonite was. Shooting at the chest had missed the kryptonite but had weakened the metal around it. She used the butt of the gun to hit at the metal around the box. As she did, Big S started unstrapping herself from the machine.
‘You’d better stay where you are’ Santana threatened pointing the gun at her
Big S hesitated ‘You won’t kill me’
‘You want to bet?’ Santana said pointing the gun at her head
Neither of them moved until Santana heard moaning from behind her. She turned to see Brittany moving her arms to hold her chest.
She turned back to Big S. Brittany would hate her for killing someone because of her. She used the butt of the gun again and smashed it around Big S’s face, knocking her out, her body flopping back into the control seat of the robot.
Santana turned back to Brittany, she hadn’t moved, but moving towards her was Det. Fabray
‘Stay where you are’ Santana shouted at her. She didn’t want her getting too close to Brittany and possibly recognising her.
‘But she’s....’ she said pointing at Brittany in her crater.
‘STAY. AWAY’ she shouted, pointing the gun at her now. She didn’t have time for this. ‘Why won’t people just do as their told’ she moaned to herself as Fabray backed away from Supergirl.
Santana turned back to the robot’s chest and after a few more hits from the gun the box with the Kryptonite in loosened enough for Santana to rip it free. She closed the box, jumped down from the robot and ran to Brittany’s side.
Brittany was pushing herself up with one arm and holding her body with the other. She looked up at Santana as she tried to get up
‘Ow.... are you alright?’ she asked Santana
‘What? Forget about me, I’m fine. Are you okay?’ Santana asked grabbing Brittany’s arm and helping her up. She stood up shakily, but didn’t stand upright
‘Ow,ow,ooow’ Brittany winced at the pain
Santana put Brittany’s arm over her shoulder and her own arm around Brittany’s waist to help her stand.
‘Careful, ow.... a bit lower’ Brittany said as the pain of the pressure of Santana’s hand rushed up her back. Santana moved her hand away quickly and re-positioned it.
It was times like this that Santana was happy that her masked covered her face and made emotions hard to read. She worried that Brittany would get upset if she could see just how worried Santana was about her.
Brittany looked at where she had gotten up from. ‘We broke the ground’ she crocked
‘We did’ Santana agreed ‘come on, we have to go before the police arrive’
They slowly made their way down the alley, Brittany hunched over with her hair covering her face, unable to stand up properly due to the pain in her back.
As they passed Det. Fabray Santana said ‘Why don’t you do your job, Fabray, and arrest her’ she pointed at the robot.
She was taken aback for a moment, how did she know she was a police officer? And how did she know her name? God, she hated these masked freaks. ‘I should arrest you, you’re a vigilante’ she said determined
‘I wouldn’t try it’ Supergirl threatened from under her hair. Even after everything that had happened today she wasn’t going to stand by and let The Question be arrested. Santana stared at the police detective who made no attempt to move, so Santana and Brittany carried on down the alley.
It took them a while to get to the gates of the dock yard and Santana could hear police sirens in the distance. She looked around
‘This is going to take forever’ she said under her breath
‘I’m sorry, I don’t think I can fly us....’ Brittany said
‘That’s okay, honey, we just have to get home.’ She looked around again, thinking. ‘Here...’ she leaned Brittany up against a wall and took her trench coat off. ‘Put this on’ she put one sleeve on Brittany and took her other hand to guide it to the other sleeve.
‘Ow, ow, No, I can’t. My back’ Brittany winced unable to move her arm that far back without it hurting too much.
‘Sorry’ Santana said ‘it’s okay’ she pulled the coat over Brittany’s shoulder enough to cover her Supergirl uniform.
They walked away from the dock gates and down a nearby street. They would have to hide until the police had gone into the dock.
‘Why are we hiding from the police? They’ll help us’ Brittany said softly
‘They’ll help you’ Santana said distracted ‘They’ll arrest me’
As they made their way to another alley Santana saw a car coming up the road. She leaned Brittany up against a car and walked out in front of the approaching car. As Santana thought it was a taxi. It stopped and she opened the back door, she took Brittany’s hand and led her to the back seat. She slowly bent and sat down trying not to moan as she leaned her back against the seat. The driver turned around to ask their destination and looked in horror at Santana’s face.
‘Eyes front buddy. Take us to the Green Dragon’ Santana said
‘The bar?’ the driver asked
‘Yes the bar. Any time today would be great’ they lived close enough to the bar for them to walk home before the sun came up.
The ache in Brittany’s back as she leaned against the back of the seat was getting to her so she leaned forward and rested her head in Santana’s lap.
‘Rough night, huh?’ the driver said
Santana looked at Brittany’s head in her lap and stroked her hair, she then looked at the box next to her. This night had certainly not turned out how she had expected.
‘Something like that’ she said relaxing slightly. She could see the driver looking at them in his mirror but was too tired to care.
It didn’t take them long to get to the bar, she helped Brittany out of the taxi and went to pay
‘How much?’
‘Don’t worry about it sweet heart’ the driver said out the window ‘I have family living near that volcano that went up a couple of weeks ago, she saved their town’ He said gesturing to Supergirl ‘I’d have driven you wherever you wanted’
‘Thanks’ Santana said surprised as he drove off, obviously her coat hadn’t hidden Supergirl’s outfit as well as she’d hoped it would.
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After struggling up the stairs they eventually reached their flat. Santana put the box on the ground as she searched for her key. Brittany leaned up against the door frame and looked at the box
'What’s in that?'
Santana looked at the box 'We can talk about that when you're feeling better' she said opening the door.
Brittany walked in first pulling the coat off her shoulder and letting it slide off her arm onto the floor as she walked to the bedroom. Santana put the box down and followed her, stepping over the coat and watched as Brittany flopped face first onto the bed making a satisfied noise as she lay there. She was glad to finally get home and lay down.
'Are you okay? Do you want anything?' Santana asked anxiously, not really knowing what to do now.
'Eurgh!' came the reply as Brittany wriggled her way up the bed so her head was resting on a pillow. She didn’t really want to have to think.
'How about a hot chocolate? That can cure most things' she said trying to be chipper and knowing that Brittany loved hot chocolate.
She walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She stood looking at it boil and let out a huff. When the warm breath from the huff made her mouth and nose warm she realised she still had her mask on. She pulled it off and threw it onto the work surface. What a night she thought, all they meant to do was follow some weapons, and instead both of them could have died.
Santana made the drink and went back to Brittany. She heard sniffing as she put the drink on the bed side table, and saw Brittany quickly bury her face in her pillow. She was crying
‘Hey, Hey’ she said softly ‘what’s wrong?’
Brittany turned to look at Santana, her eyes red and filled with tears
‘How can you love me?’ she cried
‘What?’ Santana didn’t know where this was coming from
‘I’m a freak!’
Santana put her hand on Brittany’s shoulder ‘babe.....’
‘I’m not even from this planet’ she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve ‘I don’t even have a planet’ she started crying again. ‘How can you love a freak?’
‘You’re not a freak...’
‘No, I’m an alien, who does weird things’ Brittany interrupted
Santana took Brittany’s face in her hands so they were looking straight at each other.
‘It doesn’t matter to me where you’re from or what you can or can’t do, I love you for you, for who you are’
‘Really?’
‘Of course, really’ Santana smiled ‘come here’ she said climbing over Brittany and laying next to her on the bed. She held her arms out gesturing for a hug.
Brittany rolled over onto her stomach to avoid hurting her back and snuggled into Santana’s side and wrapped her arm around her girlfriends waist.
‘How do you do it?’Brittany asked after a moment, looking up at Santana
‘Do what?’ Santana lifted her head off the pillow and looked down at Brittany
Brittany put her hand up to Santana’s face and touched the side of her eye
‘Ow!’ With all her worrying about Brittany she had forgotten that she had been in the wars too. She was in the process of getting a black eye
‘How do you deal with pain? My back hurts so much’ she sounded like she might start to cry again ‘It won’t stop’
Santana realised this was why she was crying
‘It will stop, Honey, you just have to try to ignore it. You have to remember that it’s not something you’re used to, you’re not going to be able to deal with it like...’
‘A human?’
‘Well, yes...like a human, we’ve had all our lives to know what it is and how to handle it, you have only experienced it a couple of times’
‘How do you handle it?’ Brittany asked
‘I find laying in bed with a beautiful blonde alien always takes my mind off it’ She looked down at Brittany and smiled. Brittany laughed, smiled back and put her head back on Santana’s chest, hugging her tighter. They both closed their eyes and relaxed properly for the first time in hours.
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Santana woke up with a start, unsure of what had woken her. She looked around and saw nothing except the sun streaming in through the window onto her and Brittany laying in the same position on the bed. There was then a knocking on the door. She carefully removed herself from under a still sleeping Brittany and went to the door. She opened it to find herself looking directly into the chest of a man in a suit and tie. She followed the tie up the very tall man to a chiselled jaw, glasses and black hair.
Santana frowned ‘Yes?’
‘Oh, hello’ the man said pushing his glasses up his nose
‘Ms Lopez?
Santana didn’t answer, she just stared angrily at him, she didn’t want to be standing here talking to a double glassing salesman or whatever he was.
‘I’ve come to see Brittany’
Brittany? ‘She’s not seeing visitors at the minute, she’s not feeling..’
‘I’m sure she’ll see me, I’m her cousin’ he said confidently interrupting
Santana laughed ‘You’re not her cousin, her cousin’s.......’ she looked up at him and he smiled down at her waiting for the penny to drop, and it did ‘Su...... Su........ss’ she couldn’t say it.
‘May I?’ he said gesturing to come in
Santana just watched him as he walked in
‘CLARK?’ Brittany shouted from the bedroom
‘Hi, Brittany’ he said walking to the bedroom ‘How are you? I heard you had a rough night’
Santana couldn’t believe it. Superman was in her flat. But not as Superman, as his alter ego, his secret identity. Of course she knew Superman was Brittany’s cousin, but she’d only ever seen him from a distance or as a blur as he flew away. But there he was in a suit and glasses smiling as he walked into her bedroom.
‘Oh, it wasn’t that bad’ Brittany replied ‘I lost my powers though’ Brittany sat up on the bed, bouncing a little as she did. Santana walked to the bedroom and watched from the doorway
‘hmm’ he said thinking ‘Kryptonite?’ he asked sitting on the side of the bed
‘Yes’ Santana answered from the door
‘Oh, that’s what you were hiding in that box’ Brittany said, Santana nodded. Santana was being a bit cautious with superman here, she didn’t know his opinion about her dating and living with his cousin and Brittany could have been killed last night, he could be here to take her with him.
‘You have to be careful out there Brittany, there are a lot of people who mean us harm’
‘Don’t worry Clark, I’ve got Santana to look out for me’ Brittany smiled widely at Santana and he turned to look at her ‘and I’m getting my powers back’
‘Good’ he said ‘Did you get hurt?’
Brittany frowned ‘I really hurt my back when my powers were gone, we fell 6 floors’
‘Did you break anything?’ he asked concerned
Brittany thought ‘er... A wall, some crates and I dented the ground quite a bit’
‘No, I meant bones’ Clark smiled
‘I don’t know’
‘Can I check?’ Clark asked
‘Sure’ Brittany stuck out her chest and held her arms out to the side. Clark pulled his glasses down his nose and looked over them at Brittany. After a couple of seconds he pushed his glasses back up
‘No, everything’s fine, but you will hurt for a while’
Brittany looked sad ‘Yeah, Santana said that’ He looked at her again
‘So, how did you know she was unwell?’ Santana asked
‘I have friends in Gotham’
‘OOOHHH!’ Brittany said raising her hands to the side of her head and pointing her fingers up like ears. Clark smiled and nodded
‘He looked into who Big S is for me. She was an onlooker when we fought MuscleMan in Lima a couple of months ago, she was hurt when he threw a car into the bank. Medical records say she needed to have a metal plate attached to her skull. Unfortunately she had an adverse reaction to it. She attacked some nurses and discharged herself from hospital, and had been collecting materials for her machine since then, to get revenge’
‘If the Bat knew about this, why didn’t he do something about it?’ Santana said angrily stepping forward ‘Brittany could have been killed’
‘Perhaps he didn’t see it as a priority, he...’
‘Not a priority?’ Santana shouted
‘Baby’ Brittany said trying to calm her ‘Neither of us were killed, it’s okay’
‘But you...’ She began
‘Babe’ Brittany said again, nodding towards Clark. Santana then realised that maybe shouting at Superman wasn’t the best idea in the world.
‘He didn’t know about the Kryptonite, if he had I’m sure he would have told me or done something about it’ He tried to reassure, Santana was still fuming a little.
‘Well’ He said after a moment ‘I just came to see how you were’ he got up from the bed ‘and I can see that you are being looked after, so I’ll get back to work, the news doesn’t write itself you know’ he smiled ‘oh and this was on your doorstep’ he said giving Brittany their post, she smiled and said goodbye
Santana followed him out of the bedroom to show him out. As he got to the front door Santana grabbed his arm.
‘Hang on’ she said ‘Can you get rid of the Kryptonite?’
‘Of course I can’ he said
Santana went to the open plan kitchen and lent down to a low shelf with cook books on. She took some off the shelf, reached in the back and pulled out a box.
‘You hid it in the kitchen?’ Clark questioned
‘She would never look here’ she said simply
Clark acknowledged that it was true and took the box from her ‘I’ll dispose of it’ he said
‘Thank you’
He opened the door ‘We should have dinner one night’ he said, he must have seen a look of fear on Santana’s face as she thought about just her and Superman sitting at a table, so he added ‘Lois would love to meet you and see Brittany again’
Santana was glad he clarified it ‘Yeah, that sounds nice’ she said ‘I’ll get Brittany to call you’
She closed the door behind him and leant up against it. Superman in her home! Even in a suit he was pretty intimidating, even for her.
‘OH, MY GOD’ Brittany shouted
Santana ran to the bedroom ‘WHAT?’
‘Look, we got an invitation to a Ball’ Brittany said excitedly waving the invite in the air
Santana rolled her eyes, walked to the bed and layed down ‘I’m not going to a Ball’ she said miserably.
Brittany smiled widely.