between you and me – Kara/Alex ficlet
Winn’s going to the future.
So I wrote a thing.
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between you and me
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“Come on,” Kara whines, bouncing and tugging on Winn’s arm like petulance will absolutely work this time. “Just tell me one thing and I’ll stop asking.”
“No,” he says patiently, fingers not missing a beat over the keyboard, despite the jostling. “You will find out eventually; you just have to be patient.”
She huffs and flops down in the chair beside him. “But I don’t wanna wait; I wanna know my future now!” She stomps her feet and pouts. “Come on, just tell me one—”
“No!” he laughs and looks at her. “I promise it’s good. You’re gonna love it. But you have to wait for it.”
She grumbles, and sighs. “Fine. Then tell me something about Alex’s future.”
His smile drops and he turns immediately back to the computer. “Oh no. No, no. Telling you the future is a bad idea; telling Alex? Suicide.”
“But you’re not telling Alex her future,” Kara reasons, scooting her chair right up against his. “You’re telling me. Therefore; not suicide.”
“One—” He sends her a glance. “You can’t keep a secret from her to save your life. Two, you can’t keep a secret from her to save my life. So no. No Alex-future either.”
“Then I won’t tell her til after you leave. By the time you get back, she’ll have forgotten all about it.”
Winn scoffs, sending her a look. “Please. That woman has a memory like a steel trap. You know how often she just suddenly hits me for doing things I don’t even remember doing? Like telling you she was the one that broke your creepy horse statue.” He turns toward her sharply. “Which, okay; was that me? Cause I didn’t even know it was broken ‘til she accused me, but she swears up and down I—”
“She did what?” Kara’s face falls to confusion laced betrayal. “But…when? Wait…” Kara pauses, thinking. “Wait. No, yeah, when could this have happened, cause it was fine when I left for work, like, four hours ago.”
Winn freezes, eyes flicking away. “Uh…” Then his eyes slip a little wide. “Oh my god…” He looks back at her, shell-shocked. “I did tell you.” He slumps back. “Damn it, she was right.”
Kara narrows her eyes. “How is this conversation happening in the past tense when my horse statue is intact at this very moment in time?”
Winn stiffens, eyes, once again, going wide, before he turns away, face burning red, eyes back on his computer screen. “No reason. I was mistaken. That was a complete misspoken misha—ahh!”
Kara snatches him out of the chair, frog-marching him up and away from any prying ears, before pushing him into a wall.
“That is Alex behavior,” he wails. “You’re supposed to be better than that! You’re supposed to be the nice—”
She cuts him off with a sharp finger in his face. “You have two seconds to tell me Alex isn’t still alive four-hundred years from now.”
“Alex isn’t still alive four-hundred years from now,” he dutifully squeaks.
She glares. “Are you lying?”
He withers. “Yes? I mean, no! No? No, no.” He shakes his head. “No, definitely not lying,” he lies. Obviously.
Kara stares him down, then blinks.
Then begins thinking.
And thinking.
Then she turns sharp eyes back to him. “Winn.”
He gulps. “Yeah?”
She clicks her tongue, hesitating. “I’m gonna ask you a question.”
He winces. “I really wish you wouldn’t.”
“I’m gonna ask you a question, and I need you to tell me the truth.”
He sighs, resigned, and nods.
Kara licks her lips, afraid to ask, afraid to know, afraid she’s wrong. But she asks. “Do Alex and I…are we…cause there’s only so many ways she could possibly survive and theoretically, soul-bonding with a Kryptonian would…” She lets out a shaky breath and turns away, fighting tears, before looking back at him. “Do I…I mean do I get…is she mine?”
His face softens and he steps forward, pulling her into a tight hug while she shudders through a sob.
He turns his head, lips next to her ear, and whispers, “Don’t tell her I told you; she really likes telling everyone how surprised you were when she finally kissed you.”
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fin
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