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<This story takes place just prior to the Trial of Genocide>

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BOOK TWO: NO HOLDING BACK, SSW VS. UW

Angel Falls Time, 7:30 pm, Wednesday


Maia blasted up and out of the atmosphere into the inky blackness and cold of space. She had been trying to gain on her Soviet lover but the Russian had put too much distance between them. Olga's body was drifting in space several yards in front of her. Her body still crackled and hummed with the ebbing energy of the terraforming gun. Blood was freezing in droplets that hung around her like a suspension. She raced over to her and began to pull her back down towards Earth. As she rocketed back towards Angel Falls she could hear Olga take a breath. She was still alive, but only just barely. She had managed to stop Ultrawoman, but at the horrible cost of her own life. Maia had to believe that Concussion was right and Olga had prevented a blast that would have snow-balled out to encompass the entire planet, it would have started with Angel Falls and wiped out all life on Earth. She clung to that belief as she dove ever downwards cradling her mortally wounded lover. The only woman she had ever truly given her heart to did not sacrifice herself in vain.

Olga was beyond the help of any hospital, that much was obvious. The Guardian Angelina could have saved her life, but Maia wasn't sure where she was and it might take too long to find her. Olga was already becoming cold to the touch and her breathing was shallow and labored. She bit her lip and remained as calm as she could, holding back her emotions. She knew this day might come, for either of them. They had discussed it once, one or the both of them dying at the hands of one of the many super-criminals or emergencies that they rushed head-long to face. But here, faced with the cruel starkness of it, Maia did not know what to say. She just wanted Olga to be comfortable. She would take her to one of the places she knew Olga loved the most on this world, so similar and yet so alien from her own. The sun was setting. She would take her there and she would be there with her.

Maia thought to herself that it was so very fitting.

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It was the most beautiful sunset Olga had ever seen. She laid there, cradled in the arms of her lover as the orange glow bathed over her injured body. It was wonderful feeling the warmth enveloping her cold body, the wind caressing her skin. The Russian superheroine inhaled deeply, feeling like something was coming out of her as if the sun was absorbing all the heavy feelings in her heart and melting them away. Olga couldn't feel her legs any more. They were just heavy pieces of meat attached to her crippled body. She opened her mouth to say something to the woman looking down at her. Maia. Her face was awash in tears and there was a desperate look in those beautiful eyes under her visor. There was nothing she could do. No matter how fast she flew or how incredible she knew Olga's regenerative abilities were, her lover was dying. Olga Yezhov, the Soviet Superwoman would only be with her for a few minutes more. When she spoke, her voice was strained and hoarse. Her eyelids fluttered as her cobalt blue eyes tried to focus on Maia.

"Did I do it? Earth..."

Maia began to nod quickly, a smile made more of nerves than joy came across her features. "Yes honey, you saved it. Everyone is safe."

Olga nodded and tried to smile back weakly. Her blue eyes crossed for a moment and she began to wheeze as her remaining lung began to fail her. With an incredible force of will she struggled through the intense pain and tried to sit up. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and phlegm before falling back into Maia's arms, letting out a low whistling sound. The flame-haired woman could only watch in horror as the woman she loved struggled futilely to hold on to her life. She had gone so limp...there was so much blood. Olga looked up at her through her pain and lifted her left arm up to run her gloved fingers through Maia's mane of red. She began to say something else before Maia cut her off, unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes any further. Her lips quivered as she held the dying hero close to her body.

"Hush Olga...save your strength...we can get through this...you can't die here on me. Not like this."
She couldn't continue anymore. Her voiced wavered and cracked before anymore words could come out.

"I'm so happy Maia," Olga said in a voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were closed and even her neck had gone limp so that Maia had to reposition to support her head. "happy to have met you, to have loved you, to have shared what time we had together. You will always be my Возлюбленная. I always knew this could happen...that I might die in this uniform...but meeting you and falling so deeply in love...I never thought..."

Maia shook her head fiercely from side to side, throwing tears on her lover's bloodied and bruised body. "I won't let you die like this Olga! I can save you!"

Single tears streamed down the cheeks of the former Russian farm-girl as her lips turned up into a smile. "You already did Maia...you saved me from myself once...I will always cherish that day. It was the happiest moment in my life. Promise me something Maia..." Her voice had dropped quieter. Her breathing had become so shallow. Walkiria leaned down to hear what she had to say...what were probably the last words she would say on this world.

"Promise me...that you'll go on my Возлюбленная...that you'll keep me in your heart, but you will never give up hope...you will never give up..."

Maia nodded. Her entire body was trembling as Olga took a few, final pained gasps of breath.

"I love you my Возлюбленная..."

"I love you Olga."

Walkiria brought her up just in time to plant one last, wonderful kiss on her full lips. There was a feeling almost like electricity for a moment. Maia would remember it always like she did that magical first time they had kissed:

Olga pressed her lips against Maia’s, feeling the icy bands of loss and loneliness that had circled her heart for so long melt and evaporate away. She didn’t force the kiss, knowing that her friend would signal her desires if given the time to do so.

Maia tensed as she felt her lips touch Olga’s. She knew this was no sisterly kiss and struggled to reconcile her initial awkwardness with the feeling rushing up inside her. She had never felt this way towards another woman before, but recent events had forced her to admit her feelings towards herself. But as the love and desire for her Russian friend built up like a tidal wave, she surrendered to the demands of her heart.

Olga felt Maia tense at first, but after a couple of heartbeats the American relaxed. Her arms came up to circle Olga, pulling her closer as her lips parting as the kiss became more intense and passionate. Olga looked into Maia’s eyes, finding them shining brightly with love and passion. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Olga gathered her wounded friend in her arms and took to the arm. As Maia snuggled against her Olga whispered, ”my Возлюбленная.”

Then the sun set.
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