A big big big thank you to the people who made this happen. RUTH AND BETH. It's the last CWNT I'll be writing this month, and so it needed a special theme.

This is, in other words, Beth's superpower!Katie Thorlakson fic! Woo!






Katie Thorlakson could walk through walls.

Mostly, she used it to be a pervert. Not walk all the way through, just peek her head the first bit into the shower and then duck away laughing when Taryn, Sasha, anyone threatened to throw a large bar of soap at her head. The best part was Kara. When they first met, Kara was young and mostly innocent and Katie was… well, a pervert.

Their relationship changed. Grew, even. Eventually, Katie stopped poking her head in to give Kara very helpful tips on Halo. She still was nosy, of course. Just, instead of violent war games, she ended up seeing a lot of nakedness. Kara was a little bit of a slut. There wasn’t a nicer way to say it, and Katie couldn’t possibly be fonder of her because of it.

The first five or ten times, Kara just rolled her eyes and squared her shoulders and went right back to what she was doing. Finally, she cracked. She had been right in the middle of something with a dark eyed, scruffy jawed boy when Katie peeked her head in. It was probably the unmanly- - girly scream that the guy let out seeing Katie’s smirking face slide into position over Scary Spice’s face on Kara’s poster that did Kara in.

“Katie?”

”Darling?”

”Get your face the fuck out of my wall!”

Katie sulked on the other side, listening to the boy’s sobbing fade away and the moans start up again. Kara could be pretty cool, but she could also manage to be a prude at the oddest times. Katie spent a few nights being a pervert the normal way after being officially banned from Kara’s wall. She used a glass to eavesdrop, she peeked in at the keyhole and giggled when she had to run away. It was all just looking out for Kara, after all. She had horrible taste, and if Katie’s superpowers meant she also had to be Kara’s guardian and superhero, so be it.

So it took a few days, but she remembered what Kara had said one day. Specifically, the bit about the face. Katie could work with faces. The next time Kara had a boy over, he was thin and blond and pretty unattractive, when push came to shove. She waited until it was getting all heated up, and then she patiently slid her hand through the wall and gave a very slow, dramatic thumbs down. This one screamed louder than dark-haired-boy.

“Katie!” She laughed and ran away. Walking through walls was almost as cool as pissing Kara off.