[ COMING SOON ]

[ and I actually have to mean it this time because the movie isn't out for months. add to your library and be patient with me. I may end up posting some prequel chapters but I can't get very far if I want this to be cannon-compliant ]

AS far as superpowers went, Millie McCall knew she had sort of scraped the bottom of the barrel. The nineteen-year-old didn't have super speed like Barry Allen, one of her closest friends. Nor could she control ice like Caitlin Snow — though Millie wasn't complaining about not having an evil alter ego.

Millie just... glowed — and not even all that brightly.

She could turn the ability on like a light switch, but it was really only visible in dim lighting. Meaning she wasn't exactly helpful to Team Flash. It wasn't like she was a genius like Cisco Ramon or a trained fighter either.

Millie was just sort of... there. In the lab. At the coffee house. Hovering over everyone's shoulders as they did their part to keep Central City safe.

And when Millie wasn't at S.T.A.R. Labs, she was at her day job. She was a reporter for Central City Picture News, and because she was a Metahuman who didn't bother to hide the fact of what she was given that she wasn't dangerous, she was assigned all the Metahuman-related stories. Although no one really took her seriously as a Metahuman given what her skillset was.

It helped her succeed knowing she often got exclusive details about crime scenes because of Barry's involvement. But she was never present for any of those big fights herself — what was she gonna do? Glow so bright until she blinded someone? Even if Cisco thought she could one day do such a thing if she just honed her ability, she wasn't interested.

Truthfully, since the particle accelerator exploded, Millie had been falling out of love with Central City. She didn't fit in anywhere, not even on Team Flash where her friends tried to make her feel important — but they all knew she wasn't.

But she stayed. It was her home, after all, even if it didn't feel that way. It was all she'd ever known even though she was so clearly unhappy there.

At least until a clumsy, handsome reporter from Metropolis came to Central City on assignment. A reporter with a dog and a love for a the simple things in life. A reporter that marveled at her every time she glowed like she was one of the beautiful stars in the sky.

A reporter that definitely didn't influence her decision to transfer to the Daily Planet when a job offer came in. No, she certainly didn't think about seeing him and his sparkling blue eyes again as she signed the transfer paperwork. And she absolutely wasn't giddy when he gaped at her with pink cheeks the day he ran into her, literally, at her brand new place of work.

But if Millie thought living in Metropolis would be quieter because she wasn't working on a team full of superheroes, she'd be wrong. Between always landing herself in danger on accident and a certain cape-wearing alien always flying by her balcony and stopping to chat, she never knew a moment of peace.

Yeah, so maybe Metropolis was just like Central City. Things were exactly the same, right down to the superhero running the town with a secret identity. Though Millie would much prefer looking at the last son of Krypton over Barry Allen any day.

But she liked looking at Clark Kent even more.