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Her mother tries to kill her.

She knows now that Lena won’t help her and so Lena becomes expendable. Or maybe she always was. Maybe it’s expendable *again*, which is… admittedly a depressing thought.

She doesn’t succeed in poisoning Lena only because kara had playfully snagged a piece of her dinner and her incredibly sensitive palate picked up on the slightly off flavor so that she’d smacked Lena’s fork from her hand.

So Lena is alive, but only just. And what’s worse, she’s been completely put off Lobster Thermidor, probably for the rest of her life. A shame because she rather appreciates a good Thermidor.

They make it to Lena’s place and she toes off her heels, sighing as her feet sink into the plush carpet of her living room.

(It’s the one indulgence she’d demanded of her decorator. There is nothing like soft carpet on aching feet after a day spent in heels.)

“Kara, darling, please stop looking at me like I’m about to break in half.” She sends Kara a tired smile. “I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t,” Kara shoots back with more bite than she probably intends and Lena startles slightly. Kara softens immediately and shakes her head, stepping in to pull Lena into her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s not you. I just… you almost died, Lena. I almost lost you.”

Lena rests her head on Kara’s shoulder and tries to view her near death experience with less apathy. But it’s honestly such a common occurrence in her life now that she’s just… tired.

“Can we just sleep?” she whispers. And no sooner has she asked than Kara is nodding and drawing down the zipper of her dress, scooping her up to super speed them to bed. Lena huffs out a breath when she’s settled on the bed, gives a half laugh as she shakes her head. “Thank you for the enthusiasm to get me into bed, but I am far too tired,” she teases softly.

Kara doesn’t smile, but strips off her own dress and crawls into bed, pulling Lena into her until her hips settle into the cup of Kara’s body. She holds her close, one hand flattened to her belly and the other pressed to her heart.

Lena releases a shuddering breath and reaches for both of Kara’s hands, pressing her own over them as she finds Kara’s steady heartbeat against her back and starts to count them.

“Am I a good person, Kara?” She whispers in the darkness. “Maybe I’m not. Maybe I… maybe I deserve-”

“No.” Kara says it without a trace of hesitation, her hands pressing more firmly to Lena’s skin until Lena starts to feel real, settled. Like a person. “You don’t deserve any of this. You’re the best person I know, Lena.” Her lips press to the back of Lena’s head and hold there, steady and soft.

Lena lets out a shuddering breath. “Do you love me?” She asks, her voice small and tired, shaking with the tears she never lets fall.

“Always.” Again without hesitation, kara nosing at the back of her neck now, lips finding the skin at the base of her neck. “I will always love you, Lena Luthor.”

It settles her. Lena sags into Kara’s arms and closes her eyes, tired, beaten down by her life. “Don’t let go,” she mumbles when sleep comes for her.

“Never ever.”