greenygal

*giggling madly* And this. Oh yeah, this was classic. I was really into SUPERGIRL, and I thought I'd like to try to get into the head of supporting character Buzz...and then realized that I had no clue what was going on in there. Which rather killed the fic. *g*

Once upon a time, there was a demon who used to be a man. We won't get into the details except to say that good intentions were involved. Big surprise, hm?

So this demon met a girl named Linda. Lovely little thing, all full of anger and rebellion, fascinated by everything she wasn't supposed to touch. Of course, she wasn't all that clear on what all those things *were*... so the demon showed her. She learned fast, and she learned well, and a good time was had by all.

That is, until the demon tried to sacrifice her to a particularly nasty god. Oh, don't give me that look. Demons are supposed to be treacherous bastards, it's in the definition. Would have done it, too, if this hero hadn't stuck her nose into things. Supergirl. You know, the blonde with the big...S. Linda'd been stabbed in the gut by the time Blondie got to her, though, so it didn't look like speeding bullets were going to do it this time...

Except then, due to circumstances only a higher power with a bizarre sense of humor really understands, Supergirl not only saved Linda, she *became* her. Or vice versa. Take your pick. And this new girl, this weird mix of a dying mortal sinner and an alien bit of protoplasm in a cape...well, she turned out to be an angel.

No, I mean a *real* angel. Wings and everything. What can I say? Sometimes you add two and two and get bloody forty-three.

Well, the angel, as you might figure, didn't have much use for the demon. (And that's putting it mildly.) The demon...

The demon turned out to be not quite as smart as he likes to think (and you repeat that and you're going to be missing vital organs). Angels are nothing special, the stuck-up buggers, and Linda'd never really been more than a tool. But this Supergirl, this perfect mixture of dark and bright...

Look, I can be poetic if I want to. I was around when he wrote the damn thing, a'right?

Anyway. So the demon was...well, you know about moths and flames, right? Same bloody thing, except the demon knew what he was doing and did it anyway. It was his job to tempt the angel, torment her, ultimately destroy her...and when it came down to the wire, he just couldn't do it. And if you think his bosses weren't real happy about it, you win a prize, but it all worked out in the end.

But then Supergirl got in this fight. Not the usual superhero smashup; this was cosmic stuff. Pure apocalypse. Good versus evil. Heaven and hell. You can probably guess which side our sweet angel was on, eh? Well, actually, it was a pretty close call. My side's very good at that temptation thing. But ultimately, she did the right thing, fought the good fight, and like all proper heroic idiots, got herself killed in the process.

Sort of.

The metaphysics of it are a bit complicated even for me, and I have more experience with this than you could ever hope to, so let's just simplify. The Super part of our girl has split. Gone, missing, vanished to who-knows-where. (Well, actually, I know. We'll get to that.) So at the moment, Supergirl is pure mortal--Linda Danvers with a blonde wig, a headful of angelic influence, and a bit in the way of superpowers as a special present from Up There. Wish they'd keep their bloody noses out of it down here... Yeah, I suppose that's a bit rich coming from me, but you think I give a fuck?

So Linda, never having learned to leave well enough alone, is on the hunt for her better self. Not that she has the first clue where Miss Flaming Wings *is*, mind you, or that she knows how to track her down. No, no, that's someone else's job.

Guess who?

Why I'm going along with it, hell only knows. And if they do know I'm sure they're laughing their scaly heads off. *I* thought Up There was pulling my strings to get their precious Supergirl a little experienced help (screwing me over in the bargain being a definite plus), but I've since been told, by somebody I can't see caring enough to lie about it, that it's my conscience kicking in. Wonderful. Been around two thousand years and you start bothering me now?

Anyway. So that's where we stand at the moment. Well, all right, there've been a few more developments since then, like how she left me to get thrown into jail and have my face smashed by half-a-dozen lowlifes after I--this will kill you; it damn near killed *me*--tried to *help* someone. Or how I went and made myself a warped Supergirl clone to kill her with, afterward. And we're just going to skip over the part where I got drugged and wound up crying on her shoulder. (I did mention I was drugged?)

And now I've been made this offer. I don't actually *trust* the person making it--I don't trust *anyone*--but she's not a bad sort, for what she is, and what she's telling me...has possibilities. According to her, her boss, Lilith the demon mother--very nasty, just don't ask--is the current proud owner of Little Miss Heavenly. And she's willing to swap. Swap for what, you ask? Why, for Linda. And in exchange for nicely handing over the woman responsible for my looking like I've been tapdanced on by an elephant, I get complete control of the real Supergirl.

Of course I said yes.

Look, I said already. Demon. Bastard. Got it now?

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That's right, folks, absolutely nothing here but a recap of the first sixty-five issues of SUPERGIRL. :) *looks wistful* Damn, I miss that book. Arguably it went off the rails at the end, but still...FALLEN ANGEL is a very pale substitute.