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Lightning In The Night
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.
Part One
The tall, pretty brunette walked, full of
confidence, into the office waiting room. It was a
confidence that faded just a bit as she saw the long line
of equally beautiful young women that had gotten there
ahead of her. Walking up to the receptionist's desk, the
twenty-five year old started to introduce herself to the
older woman but was cut off as the seated blond
handed her a small handful of forms.
"Put your name on the waiting list, then have a
seat and fill these out," she said, not even
looking up from the magazine she was reading.
"When it's time for your interview, they'll call
you."
Not used to being ignored, the dark haired
girl was about to say something, but then thought
better of it. For better or worse, the woman
behind the desk was the absolute master of her
domain. Unless the brunette wanted her name to
go on the bottom of the list, if not be lost entirely, the
practical thing to do was just swallow the insult and do
what she was told.
It was amazing how much information
they wanted to know on a simple interview form,
she thought. Especially since there was no
guarantee that you would even get an interview.
The television station had issued an open call to fill A
spot on the early morning talk and news show, and it
seemed like every out of work reporter or actress in the
city had decided to try out for it. They had stressed that
applicants need not be experienced. They were looking for
someone fresh and new. Thinking she had faced far worse
hurdles, the new arrival took out a pen from her purse and
started to fill out the forms.
"A real bitch isn't she?" said the voice of
the girl sitting next to her.
"Excuse me?" the brunette said, looking
up from the forms she was filling out.
"The receptionist," the other girl, also a
brunette, clarified. "There's no reason for her to
be so rude. The way she's treating everyone makes
you want to just pick her up and toss her
out the window."
"Something like that," the first girl said, a
smile filling her face as if she was enjoying a secret
joke.
"My name's Mary," the second girl said.
"Mary Bromfield."
"Linda Danvers," came the reply. "Nice
to meet you.
"The same here," Mary said. "Have you
been interested in television journalism long?"
"I took some courses in college," Linda
answered, "but it was really my cousin who got
me interested. He's a print journalist back east."
"That's interesting," Mary replied. "My
kid brother is a radio reporter in the Midwest."
"Well maybe that'll be lucky for one of us,"
Linda said.
With Mary's help, it took a lot less time to
fill out the endless forms than Linda had first
thought. Despite the little fact that they were
competing for the same job, she couldn't help but
like the other girl. They were only a year apart in
age, with Mary being the younger. Linda was a
little taller, by only by an inch or so. Both had
well-developed, athletic bodies and in a room of
attractive women, both stood out as fresh and
clean rather then glamorous. Hopefully what was
what the producers were looking for.
The wait turned into an hour, then an hour and a
half. The two young women took to time to get better
acquainted. During that time, they drew the curious
stares of more than one of the other waiting applicants.
Evidently, they weren't used to friendly chatter during
auditions. Not when the person you were chatting with
might use something they learned about you to get the
job you wanted.
"Excuse me ladies, can I have your attention?"
the receptionist said in a loud voice as she put down
the phone receiver she had been talking into and stood
up from her desk. "I'm afraid that the rest of the
interviews have been canceled. The producers have
already decided on their choice."
A number of loud groans filled the room,
along with a few low expletives. Absorbed in her
conversation with Mary, Linda hadn't noticed which of
the girl's around her had been the last called for an
interview. Looking at the closed door to the inner office
for a moment, she wondered whom the producers had
chosen.
"It figures," she said to the empty air.
"What figures?" Mary asked, wondering
what her new friend meant.
As if in reply to the question, the newest
member of Good Morning San Pablo stepped through
the now open office door. Rather than the All American
Girl image that they originally had claimed they were
looking for, the final choice looked more like yet
another of the California beach bunnies that flooded the
airways . Blond haired, tanned and stacked with an
over abundant bust, she almost cried out airhead rather
than journalist.
"What are you staring at?" Mary asked,
seeing the intensity of Linda's gaze.
"I guess I just wanted to see if she
managed to clean off her mouth after she finished her
interview," Linda said in frustration.
"That's wicked," Mary laughed softly.
"I shouldn't have said that," Linda said a
moment later. "It sounds so petty."
"I guess so," Mary responded. "Then
again, who knows, it might be true."
Now Linda had to laugh.
"Maybe we should've come as blondes,"
Mary noted as they got up to leave.
"Maybe I should've," Linda replied, again
smiling as if hiding a secret.
Leaving the office building, the two
seemed reluctant to have their chance meeting
come to an end. Mary suggested that if Linda
didn't have anything else to do, maybe they could
get some lunch. Not feeling the least bit hungry,
Linda replied that she was famished.
At a small restaurant around the corner
from the television station, Linda and Mary
continued to learn more about each other. Both
of them had been orphans and both had the good
fortune to be later adopted by wonderful people. Both
had grown up in the Mid-West and other parts of their
backgrounds were similar enough for them to almost be
sisters. Each seemed to look at life's problems in much
the same way.
The conversation moved from subject to
subject, until Mary decided to take a chance and
ask what had been on her mind since meeting the
other brunette.
"Linda, can I ask you a personal
question?" she said, glancing over her shoulder to
besure the people at the next table couldn't hear her.
"Of course."
"Are you seeing anyone?" Mary asked. "I
mean, what I guess I really should be asking is,
how do you feel about other women?"
"Other women, as in relationships," Linda
replied cautiously. "Other women as in dating?"
"I guess that's what I mean," Mary
admitted, a touch of worry in her voice. "If I'm
way over the line here, just tell me. I hope I
haven't offended you because that's the last thing
I'd ever want to do. It's just that since the moment
that we met this morning, I've been getting the
strangest vibe from you. I can't really explain it, but
it's there. That, and the fact that I think you have the
most beautiful eyes that I've ever seen. I don't think
I've ever met anyone with eyes that blue."
"It's a family trait," Linda said, ignoring
the rest of Mary's statement for the moment. "My
cousin has the same color eyes."
"I guess I should take that answer as your
way of letting me off the hook for what else I
said," Mary said, noting what response the woman
across from her didn't give.
Linda paused for a long moment, thinking
that maybe silence was the best answer to give. It
would be so easy to simply say that Mary was
mistaken in those vibes that she had felt. The only
problem was, Linda had felt them too.
"I have been in a few relationships with
other women," Linda finally said. "They don't
seem to work out for me, at least not in the long run."
"Could I ask why?" the younger woman
asked.
Now an even longer pause filled the air.
Linda had never told anyone why her most serious
relationships had failed. But something made her
want to tell Mary. Something told her that this
woman sitting across from her might understand.
"A few years back," Linda started to
explain, "I fell in love with a woman named Susan
Wienczorkowski. She was a police officer back in
Metropolis. I met her while I was visiting my cousin.
Things were great in the beginning, as I guess things
usually are. But then we began to have problem.
Actually, I was the one who began to have problems.
I found myself becoming overprotective and
constantly worried about her. You see I lost my family
and all of the people I loved in ... in a disaster when I
was younger. I guess that made me fear losing Susan
as well."
"What happened?"
"One weekend, after we'd been together for a
while, we had a big argument about it. She said she
couldn't do her job with me constantly trying to watch
out for her. It was a bad time for it all to come to a
head. I had to go out of town that night, so I promised
her we'd try and straighten it all out when I got back."
"Did you?"
Linda stopped her story for a few heartbeats.
From the look on her face, Mary
knew the story didn't have a happy ending.
"Susan as a member of the Special Crimes Unit
and that night, they responded to a building
collapse. It turned out that there was a child that had
somehow been missed when the original Fire
Department units had evacuated the building. Ignoring
the danger, she went in after her. The little girl made it
out, Susan didn't. I got home as fast as I could when I
heard about it, but it was too late."
"I'm so sorry," Mary said, "but even if you
had been there, there was nothing you could've
done. That was her decision, her life, and you have to
accept that."
"There was something I could have done,"
Linda said, but didn't explain further.
"And there's been no one since?" Mary
asked.
"Actually there was," Linda went on,
seeming to feel relieved to finally share this with
someone, even someone who had been a total
stranger only hours before. "I met Barbara a year
later, after a few meaningless affairs that didn't go
anywhere. In a way she was a lot like Susan, but
different enough for me to fall in love all over
again."
"Was she also a police officer?"
"Not exactly," Linda said. "More like a
private detective of sorts."
"And what happened with Barbara?"
"Pretty much the same thing that happened
with Susan," Linda explained. "Everything was
fine in the beginning, but then I began to become
obsessed with her safety. If anything, what she
did was even more dangerous than Susan. There
were a few incidents where I sort of burst into the
middle of her cases, trying to help out. In the
end, we both decided that splitting up was the best
thing to do."
So now you've just given up?" Mary
concluded.
"On relationships, yes."
"Do you have these same problems with
men, or do you only date women?" asked the
younger woman.
"There have been a few men in my life that
I felt my equal, just as there have also been a few
women," Linda replied. "Just none that I ever fell in
love with."
"Then you just have to keep looking,"
Mary smiled. "After all, new people come into
your life every day. Look at me. When we both
got up this morning, we had no idea who the other
was. Now, when we go to bed tonight, we've
already become part of the other's lives."
"Are you speaking figuratively or are you
that confident in your charm?" Linda finally
smiled back.
"Let's just say that I have a strong belief in
magic," Mary returned with her own smile.
Linda wasn't sure if it was magic, or
maybe simply the reluctance to abandon the hope
that the next relationship might be different.
Surprising herself, she agreed to have dinner with Mary
the following night.
"Would you like to share a cab?" Mary
asked as they exited the restaurant. "I'm headed
uptown."
"No thanks, I have an afternoon
appointment over on the West Side," Linda said as
she looked at her watch and realized that she was
running late. "I really have to fly."
"Okay," Mary smiled as she waved her
hand to flag down a taxi which quickly pulled over to
the curb. Before she climbed inside, the long haired
brunette turned back to Linda and gave her the
warmest smile she could manage and said, "I'm really
looking forward to tomorrow night."
As she watched Mary's cab pull out into
the afternoon traffic, Linda hoped she wasn't
making a big mistake. The way her social life had gone
these past few years, she could be running right into
another disaster. Then again, Mary's comments about
taking a risk did sound right. Either way, it was
something she'd worry about later. Right now, she
really did have to fly.
Slipping into the small alleyway between the
restaurant and the next building, Linda glanced
around to make sure that she was totally alone. Aside
from the pigeons on the roof, it was as private a place
as she could managed in the middle of the city.
In a blur of motion too fast for normal vision to
follow, her conservative brown skirt and jacket faded
from view, to be replaced by a blue and red outfit
familiar the world over. Hair, now blond, draped down
above a long sleeved and form fitting blue shirt, the
centerpiece of which was an irregular red and yellow
pentagon with a stylized "S" in the center. Matching
red skirt and boots, coupled with a flowing red cape,
completed the ensemble.
Standing five seven and just a hundred and
twenty pounds, the young woman projected an
image of quiet strength. With sure, powerful
steps, she bounded down the alley, then leapt into
the air like a swimmer off a diving board. Unlike
a swimmer, she didn't drop back to earth but
rather took to the sky as if she had been born to it.
In a way, she had been.
High over the city, Kara Zor-El, known
around the world these last few years as Supergirl,
soared across the small municipality by the ocean.
Nowhere else did she ever feel as free as here among
the clouds. There were perhaps less then thirty
individuals in the world who could share the feeling as
the sun washed across your face and the wind blew
back your hair in quite the same way. It was at times
like this that she pitied those earthbound thousands
that passed under her wake.
The quickness of her flight more than
made up for the lateness of her start. With a little
time now to kill, the Girl of Steel continued out
over the Pacific and kept pace with a school of
Dolphins for a few minutes. Born on the last
remnant of a long dead world, Kara appreciated
the fact that the Delphinidae were an intelligent
race in their own right. A fact that seemed lost on
the humans that covered most of the globe.
Emitting a cry that was, as close to
goodbye in the sonic language that anyone
without fins was ever going to manage, Kara
waved to her playmates and headed east, back over the
city.
Kara had just passed over the waterfront
on her way to the west side when the sound of a
distant explosion caught her attention. Reacting
automatically, she banked her flight sharply,
catching sight of a cloud of bright orange smoke
that was just beginning to rise in the distance. In
less time then it took to think about it, the last
Daughter of Krypton's phenomenal memory
created a map of the city in her mind and plotted
the location of the explosion on it.
"Rao help me," she called out to the
empty air as she pivoted and dove in the direction
of the ascending cloud. "That's S.T.A.R. Labs!"
Moving at just under the speed of sound,
lest her wake leave a trail of shattered windows
behind her, Supergirl arrived at the growing
conflagration in seconds. Past experience had
taught her that even a minor disturbance at any
S.T.A.R. Labs facility could lead to catastrophic
results.
The scientists at S.T.A.R Labs were on the
cutting edge of human technology, and sometimes
just a little beyond it. As was true with scientists of
every generation, S.T.A.R. Labs sometimes
experimented with elements that mankind was
neither ready for, nor fully understood.
As her feet touched the ground, Supergirl
could measure the level of panic by the fact that
her arrival at the research facility had gone totally
unnoticed. Dozens of white-coated men and
women were running out of a large granite and
steel building. The same structure that had just
had half its roof blown off and was the source of
the smoke column that drew her here. They didn't
seem to have any goal other than to simply get
away. From the looks on many of their faces,
they really didn't believe that their running away was
going to make a great deal of difference in their fate.
The girl in blue and red's first impulse was
to grab the closest body in white in the hope that
they could tell her what was happening. Then she
discarded that thought, figuring that she could just
as well wind up with some grad student who
didn't have a clue. No, she had a better idea.
"What is going on here?" Supergirl
shouted at the top of her lungs.
The force of her voice carried across the
compound like a shockwave, causing many of the
fleeing scientists and engineers to momentarily
pause. It was a hesitation just long enough for
many of them to become aware of her presence.
"Supergirl, thank God you're here," an
older white haired man off to Kara's left said as he
ran up to her. The small nameplate on his lab coat
read Dr. Alexander Papolov, and beneath that,
Director of Operations. "Now, just maybe, there's
a chance."
"Just tell me what's going on, and what I
can do to help, Doctor," Supergirl said in a calm,
controlled voice. "And please try and keep it
simple and direct."
In had been Supergirl's past experience
that given the chance, even in an emergency, many
scientists would go into far too much detail when
asked to explain what they were working on.
More so when they knew they were speaking to
someone from a much more technologically
advanced civilization than their own. The only
problem with that was that despite the fact that
both her father and her uncle had been two of
Krypton's greatest minds, Kara herself was no
scientist. Oh she could utilize all the marvels that
her culture had to offer, but don't ever ask her to
explain how most of them worked.
"It's the Darkstar Impulse Engine that we
were working on for NASA," Doctor Papolov
said in an excited voice. "The reaction control
system overloaded and the engine itself is building
to a point of self detonation."
"Self detonation," Supergirl repeated.
"You mean another explosion like the one that blew off
the roof?"
"The roof?" the bearded scientist said,
surprised that the Girl of Steel didn't understand
the gravity of what he was saying. "If that engine
overloads, you are going to see an explosion in
the one to two kiloton range."
"How do I stop it?" Supergirl asked,
quickly realizing that the situation was worse than she
originally thought.
"You can't stop it," the Doctor quickly
replied, "you can only remove it."
"Then it's out of here," she said as she
took a step toward the building.
"Supergirl, wait!" he called out to her.
"Doctor, there isn't time," she called back.
"Exactly, there isn't time," he repeated.
"When you take out the engine, the high pressure
coolant and fuel lines are sure to rupture. There is
simply no time to try and secure them because
once they're removed, the engine will go critical in
less than a minute. The coolant will have no place
to go except into the atmosphere. Those fumes
from the coolant are as toxic as anything you
might imagine. In addition, the fuel is likewise
highly explosive."
"Any more good news, Doctor,"
Supergirl said as she took a deep breath. "I'm
damned if I do and damned if I don't."
"I just wanted you to know exactly what
you where dealing with," Doctor Papolov said.
"I'll try and get back as quick as I can after
I get rid of the engine," Supergirl said as she flew
into the burning building, knowing that people
were going to die no matter what she did. All
she could do was try and make the number as low
as possible.
Entering the tall three-story test chamber,
Supergirl found the room illuminated with a
searing blue-white light that hurt even her eyes.
She could feel the fiery radiation washing across
her skin and hoped that the S.T.A.R. Scientists hadn't
chanced across something new that was going to defy
her near invulnerability. Surprisingly, the engine
itself was only a dozen feet long and half as wide. She
could make out the connecting fuel and coolant lines
and once again wondered if there was anyway she could
seal them off after disconnecting the engine. The
answer was the same as before. There simply wasn't
enough time. In order to take care of both, she'd have
to be in two places at once.
"Rao help me get back before it's too late,"
the Maid of Might said as she ripped out all the
connections and supports holding the Darkstar in
place. No sooner had she done so, the level of
energy pouring out from the engine jumped
dramatically.
Taking a firm grip on the half-ton unit,
Supergirl lifted it up over her head and taking
once more to the skies, pushed it out of the large
hole in the roof. Exiting the building, she could
already hear the rushing coolant pouring out of
the now shattered conduits.
Higher and faster she went, this time
cracking the sound barrier without hesitation. The
sky grew dark around her and still she went on.
Already beyond the point where the resulting
explosion would harm anyone on the ground, she
had to make sure that the resultant debris didn't
become a future hazard to manned and unmanned
spacecraft. Mankind had taken the first steps to
becoming a space faring race, and the dark void
was a dangerous enough place without her adding
to it.
"Now!" her mind screamed as she gave
the now weightless engine a powerful push and
sent it hurling across the blackness on its own.
Scant seconds later, the darkness gave way
to a searing, silent light as the Darkstar died an
incendiary death and a miniature star appeared in
its place. A star that quickly faded as all its
energy dissipated in the agony of its birth. A deadly
wave of radiation washed over the point
from which Supergirl had sent the Darkstar on its
maiden and only trip into the void, but it passed
on harmlessly to soon dissipate. Supergirl had left
that spot far behind her, already entering the upper
atmosphere as fast as she was able to fly.
"Forty-five seconds," she thought as she
plummeted through the clouds. "it's been
forty-five seconds since those coolant lines
broke."
She knew that even in those brief ticks of
the clock, the toxic gases could've already claimed
lives. A new plan of action formed in her mind as
S.T.A.R. Labs came once more into view and she
reduced her velocity lest she crash through the
pavement when she landed.
As her feet once more touched the ground
of her adopted world, Supergirl steeled herself to face
the possibility that she might be too late to save a
number of people. Or that she might even have to
ignore some people who might otherwise have been
saved while she took care of the source of the danger.
What she wasn't ready for was the image that
confronted her. Her words from before echoed in her
head. "What is going on here?"
All around her were dozens of S.T.A.R. Labs
personnel, hale and healthy. According to the picture
Doctor Papolov had painted, most of these people
should've been gasping their last breaths by now.
"Not that I'm complaining, Doctor,"
Supergirl said as she spotted the Director of
Operations, "but what didn't happen?"
"I don't understand it either," the
obviously relieved scientist said. "By all rights,
many of us should be dead."
Turning her telescopic and x-ray vision on
the now half collapsed test building, Supergirl was
astonished to discover that every shattered fuel
and coolant line had been squeezed off. It seemed
unbelievable that debris of the collapsing building could
have closed off every one. Yet seeing was believing.
"I don't even want to try and imagine the
odds of something like that happening," Papolov
said after Supergirl described to him what she had
seen. "There was an explosion as you lifted out of
the building, one of the fuel lines igniting I would
think, then nothing. The rest of the roof must've
come down and sealed off the lines. It's a second
miracle."
"A second miracle?" Supergirl asked.
"What was the first?"
"Why you and your arrival here, my dear
young lady," the older man said, his old world
manner returning now that the danger had passed.
"I'm not a miracle," she said quietly.
It always bothered her when people
thought of her as such. She might have powers
and abilities far beyond those of mortal men, but
they were the result of the natural laws of physics
and not the result of divine intervention. No, she
wasn't an angel by any means, not even one sent
by Rao.
Rao had been the name of Krypton's God,
and it seemed as normal for Kara to seek his help
as it did for an Earthdweller to invoke any of the
many names they had for their own Deity. The
names weren't as important as the beliefs they
espoused.
"I'd like to stay around and give you a
hand with the cleanup but..." Supergirl said as
she remembered her now overdue appointment.
"Nonsense," Doctor Papolov said, his
voice now containing an element of cheer.
"You've done more than enough. I'm sure words are
inadequate at this moment, but we are so very grateful
for your help."
"That's what I'm here for," Supergirl
smiled, borrowing a standard line her cousin used.
"Nevertheless, I don't know what we
would've done if you hadn't shown up just when
you did."
"Perhaps you might consider that when
you review your safety precautions when you
undertake projects like this," Supergirl added in a
stronger tone, again using a phrase her cousin Kal
had taught her. It was important that people,
especially people in areas of responsibility, learn
that people like her and Superman wouldn't
always be there to save them from their mistakes.
"Yes, yes of course," Papolov quickly
agreed, leaving Supergirl to wonder if he'd even
remember this conversation when they planned the
next test.
Supergirl had just turned to leave when
she caught sight of a figure standing behind two
others over by the side of the administration
building. It was only a brief glimpse, but for
someone with her extraordinary vision, it was
more than enough.
"Mary?" she said loud enough for Doctor
Papolov to hear.
"Excuse me," the Doctor said.
"I'm sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew," Supergirl
said as she looked again, this time scanning the area
with a telescopic and x-ray
sweep. "I must've been mistaken."
With that, she gestured goodbye to the
Director and slowly glided into the sky. Below
her, she could see the San Pablo Fire Department and
other rescue agencies filling the S.T.A.R. compound.
After a few minutes of flight and a quick change
of clothes, Linda Danvers walked into the offices of
Stellar Cartography Incorporated. Prior to hearing
about the possible opening on Good Morning San Pablo,
she had sent her resume to the Space Exploration Firm
looking for a job. Who better, she reasoned, to work
for a company that produced maps of Outer Space than
someone who had spent more time there than all of the
Astronauts and Cosmonauts combined. They more than
understood that she had been delayed by the near
disaster over at S.T.A.R. Labs. After all, it had been the
truth, even if it had been in a way they never could've
imaged.
All through her interview, Linda had a hard time
concentrating on the questions being asked. When
they thanked her for coming in and told her they'd be in
touch, she knew she had blown this opportunity as well.
The memory of that brief glimpse of the girl who
looked like Mary had kept coming back to her. It was
rare that her vision played tricks on her. If the girl had
really been there, then she would've spotted her again
during her vision
scan. There was no way anyone could've gotten
out of her field of vision that quickly. Had the
young woman made that much of an impression
on her that she was now imagining her?
True, there was something really special
about her. That much Linda was ready to admit.
It wasn't just that she was beautiful, although that
was equally true. She had the face of an angel
framed by soft long brown hair and matching
brown eyes.
No, it wasn't just looks. There was
something equally extraordinary behind those
eyes. Long ago, back when she was a young girl
in Argo City, Kara had read that the eyes were the
windows to one's soul. Here on Earth, Linda had
read much the same thing. What stood behind the
window of Mary's eyes was still a mystery, but
one which tempted the woman of two worlds in a
way she hadn't felt in such a long time.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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