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She feels it in her fingertips first. It’s warm and fuzzy as it spreads slowly up her arms and into her chest. Like running her finger over the blanket Lex had given her before he betrayed her. She even made a move to hang onto that tickling feeling in her hands.
“Hey, guys….The sleeper is waking up.”
A voice she doesn’t know coupled with a light brush of touch against the back of her closed hand makes her catapult herself off the table she’d been laying on slamming into a corner of the room for protection. Now if only she can remember how to open her eyes to see what new danger she’s facing.
“What the hell did you do to her?”
That voice she knows.
Alex Danvers.
“I didn’t do anything to her Alex honest. All I said was ‘Hey guys…the sleeper is waking up’ and she ran away like an adorable scared baby deer.”
Alex lets out a slow breath and its quiet for a long moment except for the pounding beat of their hearts. “Must be her powers kicking in. Happened with Kara a lot before she learned to control them.” She diagnoses
Light footsteps sound like cannon fire against her ears and the scrap of clothes against one another as whoever it was kneeling down like sandpaper.
“It's alright. You’re safe.”
Her Russian is rusty at best but the kind tone behind the words calms her enough to lower her arms from around her head. “Here maybe these will help.” Kara Danvers’s Alex whispers this time in English obviously seeing her discomfort at all the noise.
A pair of Kara Danvers’s glasses are slid onto her nose and carefully hooked over her ears. It helps but only a little as she meets the concerned gaze of Alex Danvers.
“Are you going to kill me?” Her accent is thick from fear as she forces the words out pushing passed the pain in her head at the volume of her own whisper.
It’s a wonder she is here at all. The last thing she remembers is saving Kara Danvers from Lex and the searing pain of the kryptonite working its way to her heart.
Alex and the shaggy-haired man with the beard standing behind her shake their heads.
“No no of course not.”
“Why would we bring you back if we were going to do a stupid thing like that?” Alex reaches over to smack the back of the man’s head when he moves close enough for her to touch with a less than happy “Shut up Winn” while her other arms stays wrapped around her waist keeping her close and for once protected as she is guided to stand on unsteady legs.
“Everyone deserves a second chance sweetheart. You most of all.”
At this Linda peeks up looking passed the hair that has fallen into her sightline.
Alex Danvers’s mother is standing in the doorway. A tray of food in her arms that she quickly deposits on the little table beside the bed before crossing closer to the other three.
Red daughter shrinks back against Alex’s side at her approach her head down in defeat as she speaks. “I am sorry…” she tells the motherly woman her accent all but disappearing into something more like Kara’s as she once again peeks up at the woman, she so recently had been holding hostage. “for trying to harm you.”
Eliza lets out the smallest of laughs at her apology holding out her arms for a hug “I don’t blame you little one everyone makes mistakes. It’s called being human.”
Linda moves from one Danvers woman’s arms to another now clinging onto Eliza for all she is worth.
“Good thing her strength hasn’t fully come back yet.” The matriarch comments sliding her fingers into the crying Kryptonian’s hair while her other hand rubs little circles against her back as she guides Linda over to the couch. Alex and Winn follow a few steps behind the latter carrying the food tray with him. “What? She’s basically Kara meaning she’ll be hungry.” He defends setting it down on the coffee table then taking a seat in a chair leaving Alex to take the other side of the sofa beside Linda and her mother.
Linda realizes when her eyes open again that she must have dozed off after eating more than half of what had been offered to her noticing how the film on the television had changed to something else. Also, Eliza and Winn are now nowhere to be seen. She can however still hear them talking low in the kitchen.
Alex had shifted as well having made sure Linda stayed as much as she could in the warm path of the natural sunlight coming in the windows whilst letting the sleeping clone of her sister use her as a kind of human teddy bear while she slept much like Kara would after long missions.
God she really missed having those memories. She’s remembering more of them day by day each one bringing equal parts love and guilt over how she’d treated her sister when she hadn’t known her secret.
“Where is Kara Danvers?”
The original Kryptonian had been eerily absent both times she’d woken and not that she’d admit it, but Linda was becoming worried over her safety. As far as she knew Lex was still an all too present threat.
“She had to make a stop off first before coming to check on you after her last check on the city.” Alex answers keeping an arm draped across Linda’s shoulder making her feel safer than her Lex ever made her feel in that small act. “She’ll be back soon.”
“How am I here now?” Linda wonders changing the subject snuggling more against the agent’s side.
This time it’s Winn choosing then to return to the living room once again baring more food. “Magic science and pure luck.”
“That doesn’t matter how you’re here. What matters is that you are.” Eliza steps in stroking her hand in Linda’s hair. “Now how about a movie until Kara comes back huh?” she suggests offering the double of her adopted daughter the remote.
“Hang on how come she gets to pick?” Alex complains yet without lifting her arms from around Linda’s shoulders keeping her close.
Eliza rolls her eyes at her eldest daughter “Because Alexandra you chose last time now its Kara’s turn….or in this case…umm…” she pauses looking over at Red Daughter.
“Linda…. Linda Lee…”
The name seeming to have a curious effect on the Danvers matriarch. A tender smile graces her lips as she looks Red daughter over.
“Mom? What’s wrong?” Eliza shakes her head at Alex’s question offering both her and Winn a plate so they like Linda could dig into the meal waiting on the coffee table. “Just remembering someone I used to know with a name like that.”
“Oh yeah?” Alex questions after swallowing a mouth full of her mother’s home-made chicken fried rice.
“An old friend.” Her mother nodes taking a sip of her glass of lemonade once again offering Red Daughter the television remote as she curls up on the chair beside the couch balancing her plate against her lap while Winn chooses to take a seat on the floor before digging into his own plate.
The other three wished they’d had a camera to capture the look of pure joy on Linda’s face when in scrolling in the list of movies one seems to catch her eye. It was Winn that pulled his eyes toward the tv long enough to catch the title that had cause the shy Russian Kryptonian to show a smile brighter than the sun “Gatsby.”
“It is beautiful.” Linda defends hesitating in hitting play as she meets every pair of eyes around her.
“Go on sweetheart.” Eliza prompts with a kind smile. Alex nodes in approval at her choice as she takes a long drink of the single beer her mother allowed her, but Winn was too busy typing away on a tablet she hadn’t known he had to give any more than a quick. “Hey, it beats having to watch Terminator 2 for the zillionth time.” As he grins at whatever his screen was telling him not seeming to care about Alex lobbing a pillow at his head.