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Mae
As Linda lay dying again in Eden, Linda asked Mae to merge with Twilight, their sad old enemy, instead of rejoining with Linda again, in spite of Mae asking to reunite.
Linda didn’t thank Mae for saving her or tell her how much she meant to her as Supergirl even before they merged. When they were one, their thoughts and memories were one—there was never any need for communication and they simply understood the other. In spite of seeing the other’s worst insecurities and ugly history, they saw the best in each other and fought to bring it out.
It always angered Linda when people would try to deny the existence of Mae’s soul simply because she was a protoplasm—an artificially-created, shape-shifting being. Poor Mae was always so sensitive to how some jerks saw her as a tool or as Lex Luthor’s gullible ex-girlfriend, but she would still lend a hand to help them out.
Mae didn’t object to Linda’s request in Eden or ask for a better goodbye, but obeyed it quietly.
Deep down, Linda feared she hurt Mae with their parting.
The Stream of Chaos was something else that made itself a part of Linda—and, perhaps like Mae, it was still a part of Linda. When it filled her for a while as she first set out to look for Mae, at least, she didn’t notice the emptiness. Linda didn’t realize at first how much she missed having Mae around. As the years progressed, she slowly realized how much she had truly lost and noticed how it felt like a huge part of her was missing.
Linda always looked up in the skies for white-haired Twilight and Mae. She’d asked Comet—also Andy—and Blithe, the other earthborn angels, when they dropped by Leesburg, if they’d seen Twilight and Mae. The answer was always the same. The earthborn angel of flame hadn’t reported for duty yet.
Linda couldn’t dare see Ma and Pa and tell them about how she let Mae go like that. She knew in her heart that they would forgive her, they who loved her welcomed her as their own daughter when her own parents screamed at her after she first merged with Mae, but…
Linda wasn’t ready to be forgiven for how she treated Mae yet.
Linda didn’t thank Mae for saving her or tell her how much she meant to her as Supergirl even before they merged. When they were one, their thoughts and memories were one—there was never any need for communication and they simply understood the other. In spite of seeing the other’s worst insecurities and ugly history, they saw the best in each other and fought to bring it out.
It always angered Linda when people would try to deny the existence of Mae’s soul simply because she was a protoplasm—an artificially-created, shape-shifting being. Poor Mae was always so sensitive to how some jerks saw her as a tool or as Lex Luthor’s gullible ex-girlfriend, but she would still lend a hand to help them out.
Mae didn’t object to Linda’s request in Eden or ask for a better goodbye, but obeyed it quietly.
Deep down, Linda feared she hurt Mae with their parting.
The Stream of Chaos was something else that made itself a part of Linda—and, perhaps like Mae, it was still a part of Linda. When it filled her for a while as she first set out to look for Mae, at least, she didn’t notice the emptiness. Linda didn’t realize at first how much she missed having Mae around. As the years progressed, she slowly realized how much she had truly lost and noticed how it felt like a huge part of her was missing.
Linda always looked up in the skies for white-haired Twilight and Mae. She’d asked Comet—also Andy—and Blithe, the other earthborn angels, when they dropped by Leesburg, if they’d seen Twilight and Mae. The answer was always the same. The earthborn angel of flame hadn’t reported for duty yet.
Linda couldn’t dare see Ma and Pa and tell them about how she let Mae go like that. She knew in her heart that they would forgive her, they who loved her welcomed her as their own daughter when her own parents screamed at her after she first merged with Mae, but…
Linda wasn’t ready to be forgiven for how she treated Mae yet.
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Convenience Stores and Cats
So, sometime after Petey-boy left the E.R., he held up a convenience store. Leesburg’s finest, thankfully, was there to make take him in. Her cop dad gave Linda quite an earful about how Supergirl didn’t turn him in two nights ago. It was humiliating at her age, but very deserved--she made a bad call, not taking him to the station.
That afternoon, when Linda went on patrol, Mrs. Jones flagged Supergirl down.
“Is Sir-Anthony-Hopkins up in a tree again, Mrs. Jones?” Linda asked. Mrs. Jones adored ‘Silence of the Lambs’ and named each and every cat she ever owned after Lector’s actor.
“I locked Tony up before I left—but he’ll be wanting to go out on the prowl again tonight, so expect to pick him up later.”
“I’ll be sure to pick up a nice chianti before I show up at our usual spot by the oak tree for our date,” Linda playfully assured, “Well, if it’s not Tony, then, what’s the trouble?”
Mrs. Jones was a bit hesitant, but she spoke in even tones, “The poor boy…Pete…he didn’t have another heart attack in prison, did he?”
“…no, he’s alright.”
“Oh good,” Mrs. Jones exhaled. “He really should be looking into a different career with a condition like that! Anyway, I asked because I had to because when you save a life once, you’re responsible for them forever...isn’t that how the old proverb goes, Supergirl?”
Linda had to smile. “More or less. I could take you to the correctional facilities if you’d want to check on him yourself. Would you like that, Mrs. Jones?”
“I’d like that, Supergirl.”
That afternoon, when Linda went on patrol, Mrs. Jones flagged Supergirl down.
“Is Sir-Anthony-Hopkins up in a tree again, Mrs. Jones?” Linda asked. Mrs. Jones adored ‘Silence of the Lambs’ and named each and every cat she ever owned after Lector’s actor.
“I locked Tony up before I left—but he’ll be wanting to go out on the prowl again tonight, so expect to pick him up later.”
“I’ll be sure to pick up a nice chianti before I show up at our usual spot by the oak tree for our date,” Linda playfully assured, “Well, if it’s not Tony, then, what’s the trouble?”
Mrs. Jones was a bit hesitant, but she spoke in even tones, “The poor boy…Pete…he didn’t have another heart attack in prison, did he?”
“…no, he’s alright.”
“Oh good,” Mrs. Jones exhaled. “He really should be looking into a different career with a condition like that! Anyway, I asked because I had to because when you save a life once, you’re responsible for them forever...isn’t that how the old proverb goes, Supergirl?”
Linda had to smile. “More or less. I could take you to the correctional facilities if you’d want to check on him yourself. Would you like that, Mrs. Jones?”
“I’d like that, Supergirl.”
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Looking For a Stranger
[These entries take place after "After Life Conquers Death..." (which can be found here: http://dc-nation.dreamwidth.org/208819.html)]
Linda was feeling more like herself than she had in a long time. She liked nights patrolling around Leesburg in her wig and the outfit just Supergirl-ing--if that wasn't a word, it was now. She had done this for years and would continue to do so for...God only knew how long, but Linda was happy enough to wait and see.
The night, thankfully, was free of the usual aliens and supernatural oddities that dropped by. As Linda patrolled, she caught a glimpse of a purse snatcher and a little old lady in an alley. Nothing too complex, really. A well-placed TK blast and a bit of banter--that was all the situation called for.
"Look, up in the sky," Linda called out as she descended to the earth. "It's a bird--"
The purse snatcher fired a round from a simple handgun and Linda fell with a thud to the earth.
Quickly, Linda arose with a grin, "I really don't know why people still try that on me."
The guy fired more rounds and Linda simply kept grinning as she harmlessly deflected each bullet with TK blasts. The little old lady was Mrs. Jones--Linda remembered seeing her around at her parish. The assailant? Linda didn't recognize him. He didn't attend Leesburg High--Linda would have recognized him from the art classes she taught. He was tall, red-haired, a pretty hardy build for his age--late teens or early adulthood. Maybe he was from out-of-town.
"Thank you, Supergirl but...um...aren't you a bit too old to dress up so...youthfully?" Mrs. Jones asked her as Charlie prepped to throw the gun and run--Linda felt a bit odd calling him Purse Snatcher and figured she could do him a favor by giving him a name.
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, you know I'm just a girl at heart," Linda bantered quickly as she disarmed him with a TK blast and, while Charlie gawked, and gave him a good sock in the jaw. "I say, if you've got it, flaunt it. And if you flaunt it, keep at it while you've still got--"
Mrs. Jones cut in with a scream.
Charlie wasn't breathing normally, twitching, beating his chest. Linda recognized what was happening; she didn't have Super-hearing to listen to his abnormal pulse and she certainly didn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of human health in a Super-brain, but she made herself recognize these signs.
Charlie was...Charlie was going into cardiac arrest.
"Hang on," Linda cried out as she set Charlie down and began administering chest compressions. "Mrs. Jones, there's a payphone over there--call the Paramedics."
Linda let her pride get the better of herself yet again...it's been years since she began this beat and she still made the same old mistakes. Or, somedays when she was feeling like she wanted to change things up, she found new ways of screwing up. When she made mistakes like this, she still found herself thinking, 'Mae wouldn't have done this.'
Linda laughed at herself; she didn't have time for this self-pitying--he certainly didn't. This self-pitying was just another form of her pride. Even if she didn't have Mae anymore to fall back on, she knew she had compassion and strength enough to keep going. She'd just have to save the pitying for another time. For Charlie.
Okay, Linda really had to ask for his real name after this was through.
Speaking of Charlie, he wasn't easing up.
Mrs. Jones got off the phone."They're on their way, Supergirl."
Linda feared it wouldn't be soon enough.
"Mrs. Jones," Linda spoke calmly, to keep Charlie and Mrs. Jones calm."I think I need to grab a defibrillator. Do you know CPR?"
A beat.
"Mrs. Jones, I know it's hard to empathize with the guy who just tried to take your purse--"
"I know, I know, Supergirl...I can take over," Mrs. Jones sighed as she rolled up her sleeves and began the chest compressions--with quite a lot of vigor.
With that, Linda took off into the skies.
There was no way she was letting another person die from a heart attack on her watch.
Linda was feeling more like herself than she had in a long time. She liked nights patrolling around Leesburg in her wig and the outfit just Supergirl-ing--if that wasn't a word, it was now. She had done this for years and would continue to do so for...God only knew how long, but Linda was happy enough to wait and see.
The night, thankfully, was free of the usual aliens and supernatural oddities that dropped by. As Linda patrolled, she caught a glimpse of a purse snatcher and a little old lady in an alley. Nothing too complex, really. A well-placed TK blast and a bit of banter--that was all the situation called for.
"Look, up in the sky," Linda called out as she descended to the earth. "It's a bird--"
The purse snatcher fired a round from a simple handgun and Linda fell with a thud to the earth.
Quickly, Linda arose with a grin, "I really don't know why people still try that on me."
The guy fired more rounds and Linda simply kept grinning as she harmlessly deflected each bullet with TK blasts. The little old lady was Mrs. Jones--Linda remembered seeing her around at her parish. The assailant? Linda didn't recognize him. He didn't attend Leesburg High--Linda would have recognized him from the art classes she taught. He was tall, red-haired, a pretty hardy build for his age--late teens or early adulthood. Maybe he was from out-of-town.
"Thank you, Supergirl but...um...aren't you a bit too old to dress up so...youthfully?" Mrs. Jones asked her as Charlie prepped to throw the gun and run--Linda felt a bit odd calling him Purse Snatcher and figured she could do him a favor by giving him a name.
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, you know I'm just a girl at heart," Linda bantered quickly as she disarmed him with a TK blast and, while Charlie gawked, and gave him a good sock in the jaw. "I say, if you've got it, flaunt it. And if you flaunt it, keep at it while you've still got--"
Mrs. Jones cut in with a scream.
Charlie wasn't breathing normally, twitching, beating his chest. Linda recognized what was happening; she didn't have Super-hearing to listen to his abnormal pulse and she certainly didn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of human health in a Super-brain, but she made herself recognize these signs.
Charlie was...Charlie was going into cardiac arrest.
"Hang on," Linda cried out as she set Charlie down and began administering chest compressions. "Mrs. Jones, there's a payphone over there--call the Paramedics."
Linda let her pride get the better of herself yet again...it's been years since she began this beat and she still made the same old mistakes. Or, somedays when she was feeling like she wanted to change things up, she found new ways of screwing up. When she made mistakes like this, she still found herself thinking, 'Mae wouldn't have done this.'
Linda laughed at herself; she didn't have time for this self-pitying--he certainly didn't. This self-pitying was just another form of her pride. Even if she didn't have Mae anymore to fall back on, she knew she had compassion and strength enough to keep going. She'd just have to save the pitying for another time. For Charlie.
Okay, Linda really had to ask for his real name after this was through.
Speaking of Charlie, he wasn't easing up.
Mrs. Jones got off the phone."They're on their way, Supergirl."
Linda feared it wouldn't be soon enough.
"Mrs. Jones," Linda spoke calmly, to keep Charlie and Mrs. Jones calm."I think I need to grab a defibrillator. Do you know CPR?"
A beat.
"Mrs. Jones, I know it's hard to empathize with the guy who just tried to take your purse--"
"I know, I know, Supergirl...I can take over," Mrs. Jones sighed as she rolled up her sleeves and began the chest compressions--with quite a lot of vigor.
With that, Linda took off into the skies.
There was no way she was letting another person die from a heart attack on her watch.