Unsafe

“Wait,” Kara said, panic in her eyes as she came separated her lips from those that belonged to the man she loved, the man who owned and controlled every cell in her body, the man who she served with unwavering loyalty, “Clark.”

“Kara,” Diana’s voice sounded nervous, “What have you done.”

“I’m on monitor duty,” Kara said, “When you messaged me, I sent a message to Clark telling him that something strange was happening with you, and that I would investigate. I’m due back, and he’ll want an answer.”

“Oh no…” the Amazon princess sounded nervous.

“Who’s Clark?” Kara’s owner asked.

She paused for the briefest second to think things through, not long enough for a human to notice, but long enough for a Kryptonian to fully consider her options. Her cousin had always held his secret identity closely, wanting desperately to protect his loved ones from harm. Should he find out that she had shared this information, he would feel betrayed.

On the other hand, it wasn’t as if Kara actually owned her thoughts, her memories. Those belonged to Jack Jordan, as did everything else to do with her. If she were to keep the secret from Jack, she would be a thief!

“Clark Kent is a reporter at the Daily Planet. He’s my cousin, and he’s Superman,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No,” Jack’s eyes went wide ,”no no no no…”

“What ails you, my love?” Diana asked.

“That’s something I definitely shouldn’t know,” their owner said.

“On the contrary,” Diana said in a soothing voice, “I can think of no other trustworthy person than you to know our most hidden secrets. It is already knowledge that you own, it had just not yet been revealed. But Kara, this is serious. You know as well as I that we need to keep Jack safe. What exactly did you tell him?”

“I told him, ‘Wonder Woman acting strange, potentially in trouble. I’ll investigate and report back.’ Then I teleported here and found you.” Kara wished she could go back in time and change the message, or not send any message at all. Her heart longed to spend the day on her knees before her owner, her master, begging him to use her, proclaiming her love for her, celebrating the revelation of her true place in the universe, but it wasn’t to be.

“I have to go back,” she said, “and you’ll have to come with me.”

“It’s the only way,” Diana agreed, “Sir, with your permission, may we return to the Watchtower? There is much to be done to avoid disaster.”

“Please,” their owner said, “Go.”

Kara hated what she had done. One of her primary jobs was to keep her owner safe. It was written into her very being, inseparable from any other part of her. To consider making her owner unsafe was akin to considering wearing a kryptonite ring. It just wouldn’t work.

And yet she had done it.

“Thank-you,” she stepped up and kissed her owner, her lover, one more time, “I promise I’ll make this right.”

Then she stepped back and said, “Watchtower. Power Girl and Wonder Woman for transport.”

She heard the ping of the AI in the communicator in her ear, felt the buzz of the teleport, and in the blink of an eye found herself high above the Earth, orbiting at high speeds, standing next to the only person in the universe who could understand what she was feeling.

“Let’s get to work,” she told the Amazon, “Jack needs us.”