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After Kara got yoinked out of Korra and Asami’s wedding against her will, she shortly realized her whole world had gotted rocked in more ways than one.
First, her pod’s doppler radar showed her that her fabulous home planet was no more, meaning any survivors would have to start over somewhere else.
Second, an incoming rescue crew from another planet – one inhabited by migrant Green Martians who were also looking for their next home – just barely managed to save her from being swallowed up by The Phantom Zone, a sort of celestial Purgatory.
And third, although she was thankful and relieved to be rescued, she also felt a lot of big feelings about potentially being the only one to survive the attack on Krypton. Especially guilt, sadness, anger, and confusion about who might have attacked such a lovely place to live.
So, what did she do when she eventually got adopted and settled on Earth?
Why, she tried her best to find the little girl who could understand and accept her, of course!
Some days, Kara came home from a day of school which she largely skated through due to her advanced education and quick mastery of languages, but deeply paid attention to when learning how to draw Lena. How to draw weddings. And, how to draw what they might do together. If they ever got reunited.
Then, on days she attended technology, library science, and history classes, the young omega did her best to be patient with how ancient Earth’s computers seemed at looking things up compared to the supercomputers Krypton had. Patience which didn’t quite get rewarded. Because, as hard as she tried, she couldn’t find anything specific about her Lena out of the millions of hits tied to that name.
Other times, she tried talking with her new sister, Alex, about Lena. Talking in which Alex had to explain what “gay” and “bi” and “friendship” and “kissing” were on Earth. And, talking which made Kara start to wonder exactly what she’d been to Lena at that wedding, if anything at all.
Thankfully, despite all her confusion, heartache, and frustration, Kara never gave up on finding Lena. Even when it meant spending a lot of time and chore money on keeping her pod as fueled up as she could, then replacing its damaged parts with 3D renderings of her own making.
So, one fine Saturday morning, she skipped a session of watching TV with Alex in her pajamas, only to unintentionally find herself in a TV show when her pod finally sparked to full power for the first time in months.
“WoOoOoAaAahHhHhhhhh!!!”
Ironically, Kara made that sound when falling into an era not too far off from that Korra and Asami had lived in: the 1850s.
To be exact, she screamed it out just before falling nearby an argument. A passionate fight between two women in an apple orchard: one perched in a tree and another standing on the ground with her hands on her hips in a mix of frustration and anger.
“SUE GILBERT! YOU GET OUT OF THAT TREE AND COME TALK TO ME!”
Apparently peeved with the brown-haired woman on the ground, the brown-haired woman in the tree put one hand on her own hip, leaned forward, and yelled back, “EMILY DICKINSON, I SHALL NOT! YOU KNOW THIS IS ALL ABOUT SURVIVAL! I DON’T LOVE HIM! I LOVE YOU!”
Now absolutely furious with the woman in the tree who was apparently named Sue, the woman apparently named Emily turned around to collect herself. But, not before her anger, frustration, and impulse won out.
“SUE, THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE MARRYING AUSTIN! IT’S A DISGRACE! IT’S AN OUTRAGE! IT’S . . . IT’S . . . EWWWWWW!!!”
Picking up on some romantic vibes between the two women, and wanting to end their fight because she felt for them, Kara jumped out from behind the bush they’d somehow not noticed her crashing into. Then, cupped her hands, fitted them around her mouth to make her voice project, and cried out, “IT’S OKAY TO BE GAY!!!”
At first, those words scared the absolute shit out of both brown bun-wearing women, such that Sue fell out of the tree, Kara just barely caught her screaming ass in time, and Emily just stood there staring with eyes as round as someone watching a baby be born for the first time.
Trying to save face after saving Sue’s life, Kara gingerly put the slightly more slender woman on the ground, looked at the ground and flushed in embarrassment, then added, “Or . . . you can be bi, too!”
Not understanding the strange blonde creature in front of them, Sue and Emily looked at her in confusion before the younger Dickinson spoke up.
“Who are Bi and Gay? We’re Emily and Sue!”
Giggling a little bit and feeling more loosened up now, Kara looked up, smiled big, and replied, “Well, you two can be Sue and Emily while also being bi or gay!”
When both women just kept staring in confusion, the good Kryptonian quickly explained, “Bi is short for ‘bisexual’ and means you’re open to sex with two genders. Like men and women! Gay means you want to have sex with just one gender. Like, in your case, women.”
Now able to understand where Kara was going with all of that, Emily and Sue noticeably loosened up, giggled, and came out.
“I’m gay!”
“Me, too!”
When both ladies turned to ask who their unlikely counterpart was, the young omega replied, “Oh, I’m Kara!”
Something which was clearly not what Sue and Emily wanted to know, leading the Kryptonian to clear her throat, wave a little, and chirp, “Bi!”
For a moment, Kara thought both ladies were frowning because she wasn’t gay, too. But, she quickly learned the real reason why.
“You seem like good fun! Can’t you stay a little longer?”
Now able to understand the disconnect, Kara quickly jumped back into the conversation.
“Oh, sorry! Yes, I want to stay. I was just trying to say I’m bi. As in bisexual.”
When both ladies smiled, ohhed, and nodded in understanding, Kara took the conversation a million steps further. All by asking, “So, do you two want to get married or something?”
When both ladies understandably froze and paled at the question which was well beyond their time, Kara quickly jumped in to clarify.
“Oh, you can always get married in secret! Right here! Nobody has to know! I can keep a secret! And, I make a great flowergirl!”
Emily and Sue started looking and acting very excited about that idea. Specifically, they started holding hands, squealing, and jumping up and down before a rather marvelous thing happened: out of the same bush Kara had come from, the almost mythical Lena suddenly appeared in an era-fitting dress and bonnet combination.
“Am I interrupting that moment when you two kiss and make up?”
At first, the darling, dapper witch didn’t realize what she’d interrupted. All because she’d bent down to dust herself off, smooth down her dress, and rub the lens of her camera with a cloth.
But, when all she heard was a stunned silence, Lena stood at full height, beamed and opened her mouth in shock, and cried out just before running over, “KARA!!!”
Unable to believe her good luck, Kara froze for a bit before finally unthawing, running forward, and crying out, “LENA?!?! LENA!!!!”
When both adorkable ladies collided into a hug so hard they went down on the ground and ended up snuggling into each other for a moment, both Emily and Sue got so concerned they ran over to ask, “Are you okay, Lena?!?!”
Surprised to hear it sounded like everyone else already knew each other, Kara paused, raised an eyebrow, raised herself up onto her elbows, and asked, “Wait, how do you all know each other?”
That was the moment when Lena flushed hard and explained herself.
“I may or may not magick my way here to take pictures of all the things they get up to.”
Nodding and smiling in response, Emily and Sue took turns adding more context.
“Lena’s been great fun as our friend!”
“She’s taken all our family photos!”
“And set up booby traps for Austin to stall him!”
“And caught me looking at Sue’s boobs!”
Those last words in particular made everyone stare at Emily in awestruck amusement. Well, until Kara ended the appreciative silence in a determined, excited way.
“Well, then it’s settled! Turn, turn, turn! Let’s get you wedded! You can swap vows while Lena takes pictures!”
Words which not only made everyone smile, but preceded a three-minute wedding which was caught in a few flashes of Lena’s old-timey camera, preceded by all of them getting a little tipsy on apple cider, and preceded by Lena slipping Kara a note.
Just before she went away again.