Supergirl POV

Were they angry? Question that came too late, after inviting herself to whatever the general had to show.

Alex didn't make a very happy face. Lena, the same, looked upset. And who wouldn't be? It was their first meeting in five months, and they'd received another defeat as a gift. The super just walked quietly behind the two most important women of her life.

General Danvers and Commander Luthor.

Why had she come back?

She swore not to step on the ground until she defeated the demon of the light. Broken promises, like so many others. If Alex hadn't walked into that room, who knows what would have happened, who knows how many other promises she wouldn't have broken.

Fucking brains!

All these years and easily mesmerized by the green and blue of those eyes. Why does it have to be this hard? It was just forgetting, letting that stinging feeling die away without feeding him, but what did he eat?

The blonde didn't know how to answer. Maybe distance was his food, because the more she walked away, try not to think, or denied it, the stronger it came back, like a dam ready to burst. Or that little rubber band pistol, where if you don't shoot right, you hit your own finger.

A backfire.

"Raise the IV. It has to be higher than your shoulder." Said the doctor, opening the laboratory. "So stubborn one, what do you think?" Alex raised her arms showing the installations, which the super didn't have the remotest idea of ​​what was different. Months had passed since she'd last entered that glass-walled room.

"Did you cut your hair?" she said, embarrassed.

OH FOR CHRIST SAKE!

Alex rolled her eyes, but she could hear the brunette's muffled giggle at the door.

"Yeah, sure, keep laughing jackass, you both," snorted Alex.

The steel girl followed the brunette with her eyes to go with the redhead, and call Hope.

"Hope, omega series 613." asked the commander, typing something on the computer.

"Are you using Hope again?" Said the blonde, surprised, because the connection program among the forts had been dis-unified years ago.

"Only inside this room, you can't risk it," Alex replied, raising her arm in a signal for the blonde to lift the IV bag.

Supergirl frowned, remembering well why communications had been so limited.

Because of her own fault, for being there doing nothing.

For failing.

"Your new suit," called Luthor, beside the cabin with the mannequin in the blue suit. "It's not ready yet, maybe in three weeks. Until I finish the sleeves. Did you like it?" The commander smiled, albeit covertly.

"It doesn't matter if I like it or not. It matters if it will help me defeat Krugger." said harshly, and the shy smile of the commander faded.

"It's made of more malleable fabric than the last one, and more resistant. I also designed the microfibers, which will adapt to each movement, easily breaking the air. In a nutshell, you'll glide through the air, or glide the demon's blows, avoiding the main impact." The brunette turned away from the table behind the super. And the steel girl concentrated as much as she could on the blue suit, but was betrayed by her own eyes that assaulted the brunette's reflection.

"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGHT!" Alex pulled out the IV bag and hung it on the coat rack. "Now stay there until this blood comes out of the tube, you dummie," growled her sister, placing her in a chair with wheels, with that red pipe returning to her arm.

Mara entered the laboratory and introduced herself to the general. The super greeted her with a nod, as the whole body still couldn't do much.

"General, Krugger's combat data." Mara handed over a silver tablet.

"Excellent, how about you explain everything to Supergirl?" suggested the redhead, which attracted a confused look from Luthor.

"Wasn't she supposed to rest?" questioned the brunette.

"And she knows how to? Also, Commander, what I wanted to show you was this. Commander Anri send it, a private meeting request. She must want to handle Rick's shipment." Alex spoke slurred. Which this time caught Mara's confused look.

And a stake through the blonde's chest, upon hearing Anri's name.

"Okay, captain, keep Supergirl with your life, like you're protecting me." Said the commander, in a tone that if they were face to face, not even the steel girl would have enough strength.

The two left her in the company of Mara, a tall woman with dark hair, and one of the bravest that she had ever known over these years. The Destroyer, they called her. A grenade in her hand, and everything else is gone.

"It doesn't even seem like a piece is missing from this angle." She commented on the image of Krugger's last stand.

"Yeah, it doesn't even seem like an entire piece is missing." The super smiled, but felt sorry inside. The broken moon in one of her most violent fights.

In fact, the angle showed a pompous full moon, but one way or another, it was incomplete, broke, because of her.

But not just the moon.

She felt a spark burst in her chest, but it smothered it, it doesn't matter anymore, it couldn't matter more than that, the world she's pledged to protect.

And failed.

So, her duty to save that world.

And at the same rate, it failed miserably.

But it was forgetting her biggest and most miserable failure.

Forget about her, and that damn night she was betrayed.

"Supergirl, can I ask you something?" Mara said, who continued, after the super nodded. "Is it true? You and the commander, I mean. Since I joined Supercorp, everyone just talks about it, like it's an urban legend. And it's difficult to ask Commander Luthor anything, you know."

Destroyer, most perfect name for her.

The blonde opened a slight smile to kill it right away.

"My relationship with Commander Luthor is strictly professional. We had nothing but a long and good friendship."

"Friendship? Like Commander Anri with Commander Luthor?" She said, curious, but not knowing the tremendous fuss inside the super. "Sorry, is just, with all that happens every day, believing in such a story is good. Even if it's just rumours, it's something to be busy with, and not think worst. Besides, the commander busted Indiud's arm with the fire extinguisher. He spoke about the rain." told Mara, and from then on went back to focusing only on the data. There was nothing to continue the gossip.

In fact, there had been nothing between Supergirl and the commander.

There should never be.

But behind the suit, behind the military uniform, there was something buried, something they had once shared, before everything happen.

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From the author: Seemes super and the commander had something in the past, but what happen to them keeps in a mystery.