『Win-Winn』

It was three in the morning, she was dressed in just her navy blue briefs with a grey elastic band and a plain grey polyester chest binder tank top. Her clothes were neatly folded on the table beside the couch. The floor by her one leg which hung off the side was decorated in popcorn.

She was in a deep sleep until suddenly the sound of her phone going off rang in her ears. The ring tone was something she recorded, a Kryptonian lullaby. Her eyes slowly opened half way and she proceeded to lock her sights on the flip phone on the coffee table.

"Mmmm..." She groaned quietly to herself before reaching over and picking it up, bringing it close to her face. She stared at the caller ID until her vision cleared and she let out a light sigh. It was Eliza Danvers.

There was a thud in the adjacent room, it was Winn rolling out of bed. "Huh?"

Letting out a sigh, she would flip the phone open and press the green answer button. "Hello-hello?" A half asleep Hekate spoke into the phone, frowning slightly.

"Where are you!? We're all worried sick!" The woman was screaming into the phone, she was clearly worried. It was mainly because she didn't know the DEO was no longer being hostile towards aliens. She was afraid that one of the girls she had been entrusted with would be in deep trouble, life threatening trouble.

"I'm fine, Lady Danvers. There's no reason for alarm," she spoke proper despite her yawning excessively.

There was a brief pause, probably due to the fact that she was addressed as Lady Danvers. "That doesn't answer my question! Where are you little one!?" Eliza sounded determined to get an answer out of her.

The moment she heard this address, her chest constricted. She found it hard to breath, her upper lip began to twist and quiver in rage. "DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" Her mind flooded with her parents voices, the last things they called her. Their lil' princess, their little one. In her anger, her hand clenched so hard on the phone, she killed it.

Winn rushed into the room, and skidded to a stop on the carpet. His eyes were locked on the broken phone now on the ground beside the couch. He dare not look at her, only a glimpse told him she was barely dressed. "Woah! Where are your clothes?" He turned around and looked away from her. He was fully dressed in pajamas.

She simply looked over at him for a few moments before raising a brow. "Hmm? Oh." She looked down at herself for a few moments before shrugging. "Not much to cover up really." Her gaze looked at the back of Winn's head before smiling slightly. "I thank you for the couch, again."

Her eyes gazed over the student loft. Winn was a student in california for Computer Sciences, though he didn't exactly have a free ride, he definitely was capable of taking care of himself.

Laying herself out back on the couch as she pulled the throwdown blanket over herself, she nuzzled her face into the arm of the couch.

He'd glance over his shoulder towards her after hearing the movement of the blanket and shake his head. She was shameless, that or had a lack of self-esteem when it came to her image and didn't care if she was seen. Did she not see herself as someone special?

Winn shook his head and went back into his room, closing the door behind him. He was curious about the sound of rage which had escaped her, but didn't bother digging into it. While it was six in the morning in Metropolis, it was only three in the morning here in California.

...

Eliza who had been on the other line was standing in the kitchen with a troubled expression on her face. Both of her girls staring at her in wonder, not knowing what had happened.

"Is something wrong Mom?" Alex was the first one to speak up, she seemed to be charged up to go on a search party. However when she saw the look in her mom's eyes, it seemed both Kara and Alex found themselves frowning.

"I think I made her angry," Eliza said with a depressive tone, shaking her head a bit. "I probably reminded her of her parents when I called her little one." She muttered as she sat down at the kitchen table.

Kara just stood there, she remembered how her cousin always invited her to go with him to the Fortress of Solitude. She always denied the invitation due to the fact that it reminded her of Krypton. This was almost the same, except this girl was reminded of her parents. She hadn't wanted to leave Krypton, she hadn't been given a choice. She was binded and trapped, forced to survive by another's will.

"She believes she had been abandoned mom, and I'm pretty sure she wants nothing to do with the House of El or anyone connected to it." Kara said in a sulk, looking away slightly.

"What do you mean?" Eliza said as she looked up at her only to see the indirect guilt in the girl's eyes. "Does it have to do with her incarceration?"

Kara nodded slowly, "My mother was the Judicar who sentenced her under the direction of false reports by corrupt officials. Her parents didn't fight it either... She was abandoned and betrayed." She knew how it felt to feel abandoned. In part she didn't want to leave her parents either, she didn't want them to die with their planet.

Eliza stared at Kara for a few moments. She had watched the girl enjoy her time with the two adoptive sisters. It was as if they had all become friends and yet, to suddenly run away and disappear without a trace, she didn't entirely understand.

"Then why did she get along with you two so well?" Eliza asked as she looked over her daughters.

Kara shrugged as she looked at her adoptive mother, "Maybe she wanted to be close to another Kryptonian for a little while... Maybe it was her plan to leave all along?"

Eliza blinked hearing this hypothesis, she didn't think it was too far off as she thought about it. "We gave her a name, we gave her clothes, she became accustomed to the idea of living on Earth. My question is though, where did she go?"

Kara and Alex look at one another for a few moments then back to Eliza. "After I talked about becoming a Journalist, she said that I'd be my cousin's arch rival in the Fourth Estate." She laughed quietly as if this wasn't much of a lead. Would her fellow Kryptonian friend run all the way to California?

Alex looked over towards the couch outside the kitchen and in the living room which Hekate had once been sleeping on, her eyes narrowing on the large atlas book stuffed under the cushion.

"I think we can find out where she went," Alex got up from her chair and walked over to the couch, pulling the altas out and bringing it back to the kitchen table. Resting it down, she opened the bookmarked page.

It was clearly a map of West Coast, yet there was no markings on the page. They all stared at it for a few moments, the name CatCo fresh in their minds. "Think she went to National City?"

"It wouldn't take her that long to get there if she is as fast as my cousin," Kara said as she traced her finger from the edge of the map and all the way to the location of the CatCo International Media Headquarters in National City. "Where would she be staying though? She doesn't know anyone."

"Maybe some abandoned building? Or some place where runaways hideout?" Alex asked suggestively as she brushed her knuckles against her chin and lower lip.

Kara shook her head slightly, "That doesn't sound like her. For the past week that we've known her, I started to notice that she uses other people's interests to get what she wants. She also seeks familiarity. That and she always wears those gloves with her ancestral Glyph embroidered onto them. Aside from that, she's rather unpredictable..." She recalled the first day of school with her, where she lied and went off somewhere, only to come to class in tears. She never learned why, at least not the truth of why.

They didn't necessarily have the assets to go on a wild goose hunt for a Kryptonian that likely didn't want to be found, nor pursued. While Superman would be a good option to use, he had his own obligations.

She had run away, but she hadn't been kidnapped as assumed by her answering the phone call.

"If she is in danger... I'm sure we'll hear from her again." Eliza shuddered at the thought of the girl getting hurt. Though in reality, there was little to nothing for her to worry about.