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Lena Lillian Luthor is four years old when her mother dies.

She watches her from her pastel pink highchair as her mother sets down a bowl of Cheerios in front of her, her smooth pale hands shaking as she approaches the table and the tan coloured cereal quivering in the milk as she sets it down half hazardously on the wood in front of Lena. She watches as the milk spills over the brim of the bowl and streams down to pool on mahogany wood. Her clear emerald eyes, the same ones that grown-ups three times her size always tell her belong to her mother (whatever that meant) observed the milk as it pooled around the table, stretching out over crimson wood before reaching it's limit at the edge of her pinky.

She was silent as her mother's voice, thick with an Irish accent and raspy from to many years of smoking, mumbled something inaudible to her before she fell to the stone ground besides her, the clattering of a chair she had been leaning her weight on falling with her. Lena watched in rapt silence, her head tilted and her eyes wide as her mother's body convulsed against the floor. She watched without a word as white foam oozed out of the woman's petal pink lips and dripped down her sculpted cheek bones, mixing with the silent tears leaking from emerald green eyes that slowly dimmed as the life left them.

Lena stayed quiet, tears leaking from her own eyes as the world around her fell silent. All she could hear was white noise as her mind played her mother's mumbled words on repeat in her head, trying to decipher what she had said to the young girl before falling to the ground. She couldn't make sense of it, but she'd try to, every night that she laid in bed praying for sleep to take hold of her for the next twenty years of her life.

Lena's life falls silent after that. Deadly silent.

It takes 34 hours for someone - her mother's best friend (possibly more than a best friend,) who had a soothing, angelic voice and vibrant red hair that always reminded Lena of autumn leaves turning crimson during the last days of spring - to come and find Lena and her mother. Her mother, who's body had turned as stiff as the stone she laid on, her eyes wide and unwavering as they stare at the ceiling above her. And Lena, who had crawled down from her highchair to sit next to her mother's lifeless body. Her tiny pale hand holding the much larger, stiff, freezing, almost blue one in her own.

Her name was Lilith, Lena remembered because it was her middle name for four years of her life. Lilith didn't scream when she came barging in through the door, words on the tip of her tongue about how many times she had called and was starting to worry. She didn't scream, but she did sob. The second that her baby blue eyes fell on the sight in front of her, a sob bubbled up past her lips and she came running to Lena's side, picking the girl up in her arms like she weighed nothing and turning her away from the sight of her mother for the first time in 34 hours. Lena let her, just buried her face in the thick red waves she had grown familiar with as Lilith cried into her phone as a stranger tried to calm her down on the other line.

Everything was a blur after that, Lena doesn't remember much other than staying with Lilith, staying glued to her side and the older woman never leaving her alone for more than ten minutes at a time, for about a week before her father showed up.

She remembers them fighting, remembers the men in suits she would later recognize as her father's lawyers, remembers crying as Lilith clung to her, whispering reassurances to her even as tears spilled down her face and soaked into Lena's favorite yellow shirt. She remembers being put on a plane, a bald man she would soon come to know as her father telling her they were going somewhere called the United States. She remembers the feeling of his large hands laid stiffly on her shoulders as he led her into the living room of a mansion four times the size of her old home. She remembers him introducing her to her new mother, the woman's gaze so cold it made Lena shiver (her icy blue eyes nothing like her mother's warm green ones) and to her new brother, who had curly brown hair and a kind smile as he taught her how to play chess with him.

She's four years old when Lionel informs her of her new legal name, no longer Lena Lilith O'Neill but instead Lena Lillian Luthor. The change of her middle name a last ditch effort to get Lillian to claim Lena as something more than just the physical embodiment of Lionel's betrayal.

It doesn't work, Lillian continues to refer to her as nothing more than her husband's mistake and Lena cries into her pillow every night for a year over the loss of her name, the last thing she had connecting her to her mother and Lilith; all of her old clothes and belongings thrown out and replaced by material things that cost more than most people's houses.

The only thing she has left of her mother is the necklace that Lilith gave her before she left, a simple silver chain that had a pendant engraved with a rose on the end. The same one her mother had worn since the day she became pregnant with her, a present from Lilith she presumed. That necklace and her emerald green eyes that never changed colour, even as her body filled out and her features grew sharp, were the only things she had left of her mother in this strange new world.

Lena's fifteen years old when Lionel Luthor, her father, dies.

He has a heart attack, the doctors tell her. He's had those before, but this one was the last his body could handle, they tell her. She wasn't there to see it, not like she was there to witness her mother's. But she was in the house when it happens, was there to hear Lillian's blood curling scream as he collapses, was there to dial 911 and feel the stinging pain of a slap, just hard enough to leave a lingering brown bruise, against her arm when she kneels down and attempts to soothe her mother with a hand on her back.

She's fifteen when she stands in a scratchy black dress, one more expensive then every other woman in attendance's (her mother's aside) put together. She's standing in front of her father's lowering casket, soil beneath her fingernails from throwing the dirt over the expensive wood, listening as her mother wails in her brother's arms besides her. She's fifteen when the world once again, falls deafly silent around her as she tries to remember the last thing her father said to her.

She can't remember. She wracks her brain the entire day, her eyes dead set in front of her, but she can't remember.

What she does remember is arriving home from the funeral, she remembers the feeling of the once warm mansion growing ice cold around her as the only love and warmth that Lena had left from her parental figures dropped away and was instead replaced with hatred. Hatred, so cold that Lena could feel goosebumps rise on her skin everytime that her mother's eyes landed on her. Hatred that seeped into her bones and curled around her heart, leaving her speechless once more. Speechless when her mother blamed her for her late father's demise, screamed at her for breathing, and slapped her across the face for merely existing when he didn't.

It came as almost a relief when the next morning Lena walked down the grand staircase to be met by the cold, unflinching face of her mother, and the much more guilty one of her brother cowering behind her. It was almost a relief when Lillian told her she found a boarding school for her, back in Ireland where she could learn to be a proper young woman like Lionel would've wanted. Almost.

They both know it's a lie, they both know that if Lionel had a say in it Lena would never leave the United States again, would instead go to the most grand school money could afford while still staying close to home so she could later take over his legacy at LuthorCorp like he had always wanted her to. They both knew it, but neither of them said a word about it. Instead, Lena just nodded her head, found most of her belongings already packed in the living room and left an hour later with a regretful hug from Lex and a fake smile from Lillian.

Lena is twenty years old the next time that she sees her mother.

She's already well into her third year of college when her mother insists that she come home for Christmas break to spend time with her family.

It's surreal for Lena to be back home in the Luthor mansion, five years after her father's ill timed death. The house is just as cold as the morning she left it, and Lena's already counting the seconds until she can leave it.

But Lillian hugs her (albeit stiffly, like she's a robot that just got programmed to do so and hasn't found the right code to make it realistic yet) when she sees her, tells her she misses her when they both know that that isn't true (Lena had spent the entirety of her first year at boarding school begging Lillian every chance she got to allow her to come home, the woman had refused on numerous occasions before snapping and yelling at her over the phone on the last day before summer break begun, and that's the last time that they talked for four years.) Lena plays her part, fakes a smile and tells her she missed her too.

Her mother's face falls after hearing her daughters voice for the first time in so many years, her own voice turning frigid again as she tells Lena they'd get her into speech therapy as soon as humanly possible in order to rid her of that "hideous" accent that she had picked up after years in Ireland. Lena just gives her a tight lipped smile, biting her tongue so hard it bleeds, before going over to give her big brother a hug.

Lex, unlike their mother, had never allowed a week to go by without giving Lena a call. He gave her comfort when she cried, gave her love when she was lonely, and always made sure she knew that he was there for her. Even if they had an ocean dividing them through most of those years.

Lex was her best friend, even when he was arrogant and insensitive to her dreams of becoming a biomedical engineer like their father had been for a large portion of his life. He was the only family she had left, the only person left in the world that loved her, and he mattered to her more than anything else on the planet.

Or at least, that's what she had thought anyways.

Lena is twenty-three years old when her brother takes thousands of innocent life's, men, women, and children, in an attempt to bring down Superman.

Lena had been in Metropolis with him, working part time in the labs at LuthorCorp under Lex while trying to find a cure for cancer with her boyfriend Jack in their garage at every spare moment that she had.

She knew of the vendetta that Lex had with the man of steel, everybody that talked to Lex for more than five minutes knew of his grudge against him and the rest of the alien race. She listened for hours on end, on countless occasions as he talked about the Kryptonian as though he was the devil himself. She knew of Lex's hatred for Superman, of course she had, but she had never in a million years thought that Lex was capable of the mass murder of hundreds upon thousands of people that fell victim to the nuclear bombing of a city that Lex had conducted in an attempt to kill Superman once and for all.

Lex admitted it all to Lena, who had had a tape recorder hidden under her dress, property of the FBI. He admitted to her with a sickening sense of madness and pride as he told her all about his plan to draw Superman in by holding an innocent child hostage before releasing a nuclear bomb of kryptonite on the city, telling her that the people that died in the process were just collateral damage in a much more important battle, like soldiers in a war.

He told her it all with a smile on his face, believing that Superman was dead (nobody knew it at the time but he was really just in hiding, healing from the level of kryptonite exposure he had been hit with,) and Lena didn't even feel bad when the FBI came running into the penthouse, throwing their bodies through windows and knocking down the door with guns as large as a grown man in their hands, screaming at him to get on the floor.

He had looked at her as if she had just been the one to murder thousands of innocence as they handcuffed him. He looked at her like she was a monster, all throughout his trial where Lena was the key witness, where it only took the jury all of ten minutes to find him guilty. He looked at her as if she had stabbed him in the back as they carried him away to his life sentence in a high security prison, and maybe she had.

Her mother looked at her much the same, and the slap she received this time after she stepped out of the court room was almost reminisce to Lena, this one hard enough (with the help of a few jagged rings) that it left a bloodied scratch and a dark bruise in the shape of a palm against her cheek for the rest of the week. Her mother told her that she was an abomination, a curse to the Luthor name, told her she had never loved her (like Lena hadn't already known that) before stomping off with a look of disgust on her tear stained face, and that was the last she'd see of her mother for a long while.

Lena was twenty-four years old when her life changed forever.

She had just moved to National City, leaving behind her life, her home in Metropolis that was no longer much of home but instead a constant reminder of the family she once had, the family that she had betrayed and lost. Leaving behind her boyfriend Jack, quite literally the only person left in the entire world that loved Lena. He begged her not to, told her he loved her, accused her of choosing the Luthor name over him when that didn't work.

She didn't love him anymore, didn't know if she ever truly had.

All she could see when she looked at him was the guilt and pity in his expression whenever his eyes were on her, all she could feel was the suffocation of his love, which felt like it was from a past life– the life where she actually had a family, the one where she was actually a person that somebody could love.

He didn't offer to come with her and she didn't ask him to. That was the last she saw of him.

She was twenty-four and the youngest, richest (and most hated,) CEO in all of the United States. She took over LuthorCorp the week after her twenty fourth birthday, with plans already laid out to change the name to L-Corp and moved into an extravagant Victorian mansion that had been built in the late eighteenth century on the outskirts of National City. It was inconvenient and would take more than a half hour to get to work everyday, it was also possibly haunted as nobody had even stepped foot in it (with the exception of the home renovators she had hired to clean it up and make it presentable, as well as the movers that had moved all of her brand new furniture in) in decades. The closest neighbour lived nearly a mile out and the house came with miles upon miles of untouched green fields that turned into forest the farther you walked, their was a rickety old fence around the premises of her backyard that went on for a few hundred acres before closing just short of where the forest started growing untamabley a few more acres out, though that land, uninhabited by anything but wild animals, also belonged to her.

She had bought it the second she had laid eyes on it. Her mother would've absolutely despised it, she absolutely loved it.

She was twenty-four, all alone with not a soul to talk to, touch-starved and possibly senile, in an old Victorian house on top of a small abandoned hill that every neighbor within driving radius was scared to even look at. Everybody living on earth hated her, seemingly forgetting that she was the one who turned her brother in and convicted him to what would ultimately be his death, and instead seeing her as nothing more than another evil Luthor who's brother killed thousands in cold blood. Her family hated her, her co-workers hated her, the world hated her, and quite frankly, she hated herself too.

She hated herself for just watching as her mother died besides her, she hated herself for not fighting to stay with Lilith, she hated herself for not being able to save her father, she hated herself for not being able to save those thousands of lives lost, she hated herself for betraying her family and for breaking Jack's heart. She hated herself for breathing, she hated herself for existing when everybody around her either died or left. She was cursed, just like her mother had said.

So now Lena sat, sulking in the top floor of her Victorian house, sprawled out on an uncomfortable couch that costed a fortune and sipping on her fifth glass of wine as she stared out at the large, stainless windows that reached from the high ceilings all the way down to the wooden floors, taking up an entire long wall at the furthest end of the house that looked out on the thousands of acres she had boughten rather impulsively a week ago. It was beautiful, the sun setting just past the trees and leaving nothing but the dim glow of orange and crimson, quickly being overlapped by a sky of dark blue splattered with specks of white. The moon was full tonight, and with the help of the blaring stars it illuminated all the tall trees a mile out perfectly. Lena had been staring mindlessly at the sunset for over an hour now, her mind fuzzy from alcohol and her eyes drooping with exhaustion.

And that's why, when a meteorite, small in comparison to the vast of the quickly darkening sky but made up for by the colourful flames that brightened the sky around it as it trailed behind the meteorite, caught in the corner of Lena's vision, the young woman couldn't help but do a triple take and promptly fall from her couch. At first, she blamed it on the alcohol, muttering about how she knew that fifth glass was a bad idea. But then, when she catches her bearings and looks up again, the meteorite doesn't disperse in the air, it doesn't disappear into the darkness like a drunken vision would when examined this heavily. No, it stayed bright and loud as it zoomed down through the sky and came so close in Lena's vision that she feared it was gonna crash right into her brand new house and kill her as though she were nothing but an ant. She quickly got off the hardwood floor, stumbling barefoot across the ground as her hands find purchase on the large windows that were cold to the touch, even as they were in the early weeks of spring and the city quickly warmed up as the days went by.

Lena noticed then, as the meteorite neared the earth so fast that it was almost hard to keep in your eyes, that the meteorite wasn't actually a meteorite at all. It looked like a spaceship, metal and windows if Lena squinted, that were being charred by the multi-colored flames blazing against it. And whatever was in the ship, she realized rather quickly, clearly wasn't going to survive. If the fire burning through their ship didn't kill them, or the air compression suffocating them, then the crash landing only a few hundred acres out was surely their demise.

But that's what truly caught Lena's attention, the ship landed, still in an abundance of flames, within running distance of her house, on her property. It only took her a few moments, blinking in shock at the wreck a few acres away, before she shot into action. Her body was quicker then her mind, which was still weighted heavily by the affects of the alcohol she had consumed. She stumbled down the spiral staircase behind the couch, nearly tripping down the stairs as she ran down the three floors before landing on the main level. She ran to the kitchen that had a fire extinguisher, not for this very reason but for the instance of something at least similar occuring in her bewildered life. She grabbed it and a flashlight out of one of the many drawers (she hadn't memorized where everything went yet so there was definitely some fumbling,) before she was out the back door, not even caring to close it as she switched on the flashlight and started into a sprint.

It took her a while, she wasn't even sure how long but long enough that the flames started to dissipate once she had arrived, the soaking wet grass beneath her feet saving her newly boughten land from catching fire. Even getting close to the wreckage, Lena could feel the blistering heat radiating through the air and her eyes turned blurry as the abundance of smoke blinded her path. But she didn't let it deter her, much to curious and drunk to give a shit about the consequences of being this close to a flaming ship that just fell God knows how high from the sky. She used her fire extinguisher, until there was absolutely nothing left in the large red can, to extinguish the rest of the already dampening flames. It worked, and soon Lena was standing a bit to close to the wreckage, flashlight in hand and her body cautious not to touch the steaming metal (that she was now positive was not, in fact metal, though she couldn't tell what it was exactly) that would no doubt melt her skin off if touched.

She was in the middle of examining an engraved text on the side of the spaceship, her eyes squinted as she tried to make out the deeply unfamiliar language that didn't look much like any language at all the more she examined it, when she suddenly heard a bang from inside of the container. She jumped back as though she was burnt, getting only a handful of feet away (scared it would explode into flames at any moment) before the top of the darkened glass ship was thrown off with an impressive strength, landing a dozen or so yards away from the wreckage (which Lena didn't understand how THAT was physically possible) and a body emerged from the ship, stumbling out of what was left of the spaceship before collapsing on the ground a few feet away from Lena's bare feet, covered in wet grass and mud.

Lena shined the light on the figure hazardously, careful not to startle the person who had their face pushed into the wet grass. She didn't understand how it was possible, but they were merely untouched (from what she could see) by the wreckage that covered the ground around them. Her skin, left exposed in a small dress that went down to her upper thighs and wrapped tight enough to snap around her impressively sculpted biceps, didn't even have a single scratch on it. Lena couldn't believe her eyes, and now she was 100% positive that she was hallucinating.

"Hello?" Lena chanced a word, her voice broken and cautious as she stared at the now unmoving figure laying in front of her feet, she'd think they were dead if it weren't for the subtle rise and fall of their chest. But that was all the figure needed to be mobile again it seemed, her head snapping up at an impossible speed that had Lena stumbling back a few steps as piercing blue eyes found her own green ones, wide-eyed with a look of amazement.

They just stayed like that for a few unblinking minutes, Lena cautious and fearful from a few feet away, and the woman just staring with an expression that Lena couldn't quite decipher written across her face as she watched Lena's every movement with rapt attention. Finally, when it was clear that the girl wasn't going to move towards her unless Lena herself did first, the girl mustered up as much courage as she could and took a few steps forward. Coming to an abrupt stop and freezing in place when the girl rose to her feet in the blink of an eye, much to fast to be anything human. To her credit at least, the girl looked just as startled by her own speed as Lena did, looking down at her body and flexing her hands in front of her face with a confused look.

Lena recovered as quickly as could be expected, ignoring the way the girls wide eyes stared down at her own body like she hadn't ever seen it before, "Are you okay?" She tried again.

The girls ocean eyes snapped up to meet her own again, a look of even deeper confusion sketching across her features, which Lena hadn't previously thought was possible. She titled her head to the right, her flawless blonde hair (seriously, how was it not at least tangled?) falling down her shoulder as she eyed Lena from top to bottom, seemingly searching for something. When she was satisfied with her findings, she smiled slightly, her lips upturning in one corner before she took cautiously slow steps, at a much more controlled and human pace this time, towards Lena, who tried her hardest not to flinch back when the blonde stopped about a foot short of her, just close enough that any regular human would call it invading of her personal space.

"Kēiir ënx liëkj ēgst lūkzrs." The girl says, confidently and clearly with a nod of her head down, almost like she was subtlety bowing to Lena. The words she spoke seemed unnatural and odd, spoken quick and effortlessly, but almost inhuman. Lena was smart, so smart that she spoke five languages fluently and could easily recognize a dozen more, but this, whatever that was that this girl had just spoken to her, was absolutely nothing like any language Lena had ever heard and she was almost positive that was because it wasn't of this earth. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, atleast.

"D-do you, um, do you speak English?" Lena asked, her words slow and unsteady, her hands making some odd motions that she herself didn't even fully understand as she tried to communicate with the girl who was looking at her like she was from another earth. But she supposed, she probably was.

The girl just blinked blankly in response for a few moments before repeating herself, "Kēiir ënx liëkj ēgst lūkzrs." She said with a self assured nod of her head before attempting to mimic the hand motions that Lena had just done with her own, "Zhüzzop?" She questioned.

"I'll take that as a no." Lena sighed quietly, talking more to herself than to the strange alien standing a little to closely to her. She took a moment to examine the girl, using her flashlight to guide a path up and down her body as she looked her over for any sign of injury. It was hard to tell from the black char smeared across certain parts of her legs and arms where she must've been brushed by fire, or at least where she made contact with the charred remains of her spaceship. There could easily be bruising or scratches under the layers of black char and mud from her stumble to the ground on her skin, there was no way, alien or not, that someone could walk away from falling to earth without at least a bruise to show for it.

The girl, who Lena passingly noticed looked around her age, was still mumbling incoherently to Lena as if the girl could understand her, using her own hand signals to try to explain something to the raven haired beauty. But she couldn't make much of it, just watching with furrowed brows as the girl pointed towards the sky on numerous occasions, using her hands to mimic an explosion of some sort, a sound effect falling from her lips for good measure before she mimicked what Lena would guess was the spaceship falling through the sky, but it was hard to tell with the wavering and spinning of her hands, her motions sometimes to fast for Lena's eyes to catch.

Lena was lost, to say the least, but the blonde gave Lena a desperate look that practically begged her to understand, repeating the motions over and over with her hands as she accompanied them with more unintelligible, frantic words, ending the motions with her hands pointing towards the sky, back to her space ship, before pointing in the general direction of Lena's house. Lena just nodded slowly, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to convey some level of understanding to the increasingly frantic woman.

"Kal-El Zor-El!" The woman all but yelled at her when all Lena did was bob her head up and down, taking a step closer and succeeding in getting close enough to Lena that the girls breath hitched in her throat, a surge of fear running through her as the taller girl towered over her, repeating those two words over and over like they were meant to mean something to her.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll help you! I promise I'll help you, okay? You just have to calm down." Lena tried interrupting the girl who sounded like she was ten seconds away from sending herself spiralling into a panic attack, raising her voice as well as her hands, putting them up in the same motion one would when approaching a wild animal. She tried to make her voice sound as soothing as possible, letting her usually cold and impartial tone that scared greater men into submission, take on a calming and approachable demeanor.

It seemed to work well enough because the girl stopped repeating those words, falling silent as she observed Lena with a worried look in her eyes. The raven haired girl kept repeating a (hopefully) soothing mantra of "You're okays." and "I'll help you." until the young alien no longer looked like she was seconds away from running away.

Lena then carefully and cautiously, mindful of the chance that this may just end in her hand being broken by an alarmed alien, placed her hand on top of the girls bare arm in a soothing manner. The blonde tensed slightly under the touch, looking down at the girls pale hand before switching her eyes back up to look into Lena's emerald ones. The young heiress smiled reassuringly at the blonde when their eyes met cautiously, or atleast as reassuring as she could manage to muster up at the moment. Either way, it seemed to do the trick as the tension melted from the young aliens body and she smiled hesitantly in return.

Lena couldn't help but think she had a really beautiful smile.

Not the time Lena she thought to herself before shaking her head and tilting it carefully towards her house, using her free hand to motion towards the structure.

"Come with me, darling. We'll get you cleaned up and I can make sure you aren't to seriously injured." Lena told the girl in the same soothing tone, knowing the girl couldn't understand what she was saying but saying it anyway, more out of reflex than anything else. When the blonde just titled her head in question, Lena cautiously slid her hand down the girls sculpted arm before landing on her wrist which she wrapped securely in her fingers before slowly tugging the girl with her back towards the house. The blonde hesitated momentarily, looking back towards her ship before staring at Lena with a searching gaze, what she was searching for Lena wasn't sure but she just smiled hesitantly again before tilting her head back towards the house once more. The blonde nodded slowly before starting to trudge after her.

They fell in tow with one another, Lena's grip still tight around the blondes wrist, scared that the other girl might change her mind and run off before Lena could get a much needed explanation on the whole night. It wasn't tight enough to be restricting, but even so, from the way that the other girl threw the top of the spaceship off and almost an entire acre away, Lena was pretty sure that the other girl could easily overpower her if she really wished to do so. So she wasn't to worried about coming off as aggressive with her hold on the other woman.

They walked in silence for a while, the young aliens gaze searching every inch of their surroundings with wonder, looking around at the world like everything was new and amazing. Her expression was close to what Lena thought a child's would look like if they were taken to the zoo for the first time in their life's, observant and rapt with attentive amazement as they looked at all the new creatures around them. The blonde alien looked at the trees in particular like they were a foreign, but very beautiful, object.

Lena couldn't help but fill the silence when she saw the blondes eyes stray on the miles of trees surrounding them,

"You know, there is more than 60,000 species of trees on this earth?" Lena asked, looking over to the blonde questioningly, catching the girls curious ocean blue eyes that stared at her in wonder before realizing that the other girl couldn't answer or understand what she had just said. She continued on anyways.

"Out of all 60,000 species of trees, they only take up about 30 percent of the land on this Earth. Which you can round up to about 50 percent if you account for all the other plant productivity. 71 percent of the Earth is covered in water, 95 percent of which has been unexplored by humans, and out of the other 29 percent, 50 percent of it is covered in trees and 20 percent in mountains. Surprisingly though, out of the 29 percent of land, only 5 percent of it is unaffected and uninhabited by the human race." Lena couldn't seem to stop talking, she knew she was just spewing out worthless facts by now, none of which the alien could actually understand, but she was nervous, and she talked a lot when she was nervous.

On the plus side, it didn't seem like the blonde minded her blabbering much. If Lena didn't know any better, she'd even say that the blue eyed alien looked invested in her words. She watched Lena closely with wide eyes, forgoing the exploration of her surroundings and instead closely observing her every movement in rapt attention.

She looked at her like she could see right through her, and it only proved in making Lena even more nervous then before. So she continued to talk, about nothing of importance, mostly just random facts that she had memorized from to many hours spent staring mind numbingly at college text books. She talked until they reached her house, the back door still swung wide open and creaking in the slow winds.

Lena led her up to the third floor of the house, the spiral staircase creaking under their combined weight before Lena tugged the aimless girl with her into the heiress's new bedroom; one of the largest rooms in the house, it took up nearly the entirety of the third floor with an exception of a grand bathroom (that Lena had them install a new age shower into, right next to the claw foot tub, because she had always hated taking baths but didn't have the heart to get rid of the more than hundred year old tub,) and a guest bedroom, large but not as large as her own, on the other side of the large hallway from her.

Her bedroom was mostly vacant, nothing particularly special about the furniture that littered the space; there was a large four poster bed, adorned with royal gold pillars and a tall, matching headboard. It was big enough to fit five people with silk blue sheets and a mountain of silky white pillows. There were two bedside tables, one on each side of the bed with golden, antique lamps on each.

On the left wall, across the room from the bed sat an unnecessarily large flat screen TV mounted on the wall, an antique coffee table and two floral printed L shaped couches sat in front of it. On either sides of the TV were two very large and grand bookshelves that held hundreds of Lena's favorite books, which she admittedly used a lot more than the TV. And on the farthest wall from the door, directly in front of them were two tall, glass French doors that were lined and engraved with gold markings– these led to an extravagant stone balcony which looked out on the still lake about an ancer or so out, and the forest that surrounded it. Next to the French doors was a large cherry wood desk with a matching chair, sat directly under large, ceiling high windows.

The walls had old and peeling sky blue wallpaper adorned with small roses and the floors were dark polished wooden planks. Above it all, on the extravagantly high ceilings, was an expensive glass chandelier (one of many that this house had.)

Lena waltzed right in, letting go of Kara's wrist absentmindedly when the girl stopped moving in the middle of the room and instead trudging along to the door, on right of the bed that led to the luxurious bathroom. Under the sink she found a large first aid kit, which she grabbed before coming back into the room.

The young alien hadn't moved from her spot in the middle of the room, her eyes locked on the chandelier directly above her head. She looked on in amazement, doing small, slow circles that were gradually getting faster as her eyes stayed transfixed on the way the glass glowed and gleamed with light fixture. Lena couldn't help but laugh at the sight,

"You're going to get dizzy." She remarked, momentarily forgetting that the alien couldn't understand her.

But her voice alone was enough to snap the alien out of her daze, her head snapping back over to Lena with her head tilted before she tipped over to her right, staggering and unbalanced before her body collided with the wall, which shook the entire room unhappily. Lena froze, looked up at the shaking chandelier to make sure that they weren't about to be killed by it's ill timed downfall, before looking over to a bashful looking alien who was giving her a small, apologetic smile as she caught her balance and bounced off the wall— which now had a small indent and various cracks against the structure.

The blonde herself looked confused, pushing off the wall and shaking her head back and forth like it'd shake away the vertigo that had overcome her,

"D-dizzy?" The alien repeated in a thick, inhuman accent as she tried to wrap her tongue around the word which Lena had spoken. The emerald eyes strayed on her, a look of amazement crossing over her features as she nodded her head vigorously in confirmation,

"Dizzy." She repeated back, doing a twirling gesture with her finger that was meant to demonstrate the young woman's spinning, "it'll happen if you move in circles for to long or to fast." She clarified.

"Dizzy." The alien repeated back with an air of finality to her strongly accented words, the word not quite right on her tongue but close enough for Lena to be satisfied with the girls already quick learning. The blonde nodded her head before moving closer towards the raven haired beauty.

Lena's eyebrows furrowed then, a look of deep confusion on her face as she went over to examine the wall which looked like something hard and indestructible, like concrete or steel had collided with it instead of a dainty girl.

"Must be a weak wall." She muttered to herself unsurely before looking back at the guilt ridden alien who was giving her a lopsided smile. She smiled in return, not knowing any other way to communicate that it was okay before grabbing the blondes wrist once more and moving her over to the bed, sitting her down on the side of it before running back to the bathroom to wet a towel.

She came back, kneeling in front of the girl in her black silk nightie with a wet towel in one hand and the girls leg held carefully in the other. The girl looked down at her questioningly, a few unintelligible words falling past her lips in confusion that Lena could only answer with a small apologetic smile,

"This might hurt." She warned apologetically before going over the mud and char covered limb with the wet towel, looking for any sign of burns or bruises under the layers of filth. The alien jumped at the cool touch of water, a few more words falling from her lips in confusion before seeming to accept her faith when Lena didn't stop and she caught wind of what was occuring– she was being cleaned.

Once Lena had scrubbed off all the dirt and char adorning the girls legs she paused, confused by the lack of lacerations on the other girls seemingly flawless skin. She muttered to herself in confusion before moving on to scrub at the blondes arms instead, this time the alien let her do so without a word of protest, just watching as she the girl worked.

When Lena was done she sat back on the heels of her feet, her hands sat in her lap and her eyes tracing over the girls body in bewilderment,

"That's not possible." She muttered to herself, running her hand gently down the length of the girls unpenetrated skin with furrowed brows before looking back up into the blank blue eyes staring down at her,

"You're not possible." She told the girl in a quiet, astonished voice, who just blinked down at her a few times in return before opening her mouth with a proud smile gracing her features,

"Dizzy." She said again, much more accurate to the actual pronunciation this time around with a self assured nod of her head. Lena gave her a confused smile in return, which seemed to please the alien,

"Yeah, you're right. Dizzy." She muttered absently.