BOHER

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Maggie finding out Alex jumped off a building

        The DEO building wasn’t too far from where she was standing. Her back was against a wall, the gun she held was still hot and she kept her eyes open for signs of more daxamite warriors. Hell had broken lose, but it all stopped when she saw the woman jumping from the top of the building.

        To be clear, it wasn’t any woman. It was Alex – her Alex – who was falling over 50 feet towards the ground. It was Alex who had fired her favorite alien gun and leaped backwards, not even looking down.

        And, now, Alex was heading down faster and faster. Suddenly, Maggie’s whole world was falling apart. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t even think of how cliché it all was. The city was doomed and all she could think of was Alex, Alex, Alex.

        And Maggie was about to scream, about to cry out in pain and give up, because there was nothing she could do to save her. But her fear lost itself inside her throat when a blur of red and blue came out of nowhere and, in the fraction of a second, Alex was safe, flying out of sight with her sister.

        Kara had been there to catch her, Alex had known Kara would there to catch her, she wouldn’t have jumped otherwise. That’s what Maggie kept telling herself.

        She tried to forget it. Alex was safe, the city was safe, the daxamites were gone for good, but Maggie wouldn’t stop thinking about it. It was bohering her so badly that, on night, when they were cuddling on the couch and watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine reruns, he decided to ask.

        “Babe,” Alex hummed in response. “During the invasion, when… When you jumped of the DEO, you knew Kara would catch you, right? I mean, you were sure she would be there, that you wouldn’t fall.

        “Yeah, I knew she’d be there.” Her girlfriend kissed her temple. “I called her when they broke in. She told me she was coming.”

        “Because, I- I was on the streets and… I saw you going down. Damn it Alex, I was so scared, I thought I had lost you. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle it.”

        “Hey, don’t worry, I knew what I was doing.” Alex held her tighter. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily. I’m not leaving you.”

        “Good.” Maggie relaxed. “I don’t want you to.”

You might have noticed I kind of like the Flock, so, uh, here’s a character sheet for the first seven of them. With height and size reference at the shoulder both in cm and inches for the metrically challenged.

Groknar is the biggest of the first bunch, and the only actual male. (I headcanon 30% of all sheep have genders at all, and those have a 50/50 split.) He’s pretty much the sheep version of a macho man, very concerned about seeming powerful. He is pretty darn good to have on your side in a fight.

Grazer seems like the same type until you get to know him and realize he has a poetic streak a mile wide. Sometimes he goes out of his way to speak in rhyme or alliteration, and it drives everyone nuts.

Horace prefers having six legs. He somehow manages to run effectively with them, though it looks kinda funny. Well, it looks funny until he’s caught up with you and impaled you on something. Then it’s not so funny anymore.

Teeth looks like a crocodile in disguise. He has spikes everywhere, and grows more whenever he can. Despite this, he’s one of the friendliest nightmares you’ll ever meet, and spends most of his time playing with the dreams.

Darcrack is a little weird. Now, all nightmares give people, well, nightmares, but Darcrack’s the worst. He gives you the kind of dreams that make you scared to sleep for the next three days. Do not fall asleep with this fluffball in the room. He also can’t really talk, because the static in his voice is so bad that even other sheep usually can’t hear a word of what he’s saying. Suffice to say, the few times he does boher to talk, you better listen real close.

Lolonja is kind of the unofficial mother of the Flock. She’s very empathic and goes out of her way to make sure everyone’s happy and content. She’s the one to go to if you’re feeling down.

Killer is smart, snarky, fierce and tiny. She also refuses to admit she’s tiny. She gets into fights with things ten times her size, and often wins by pure ferocity and quick thinking, but she also gets hurt more often than the rest of them put together.

These descriptions are of course only my own headcanons and can be used or disregarded however people want, but I wanted to draw them for reference.