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#sanversweek day 2: nerd girlfriends

Maggie wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Sure, she’s been to classes before, obviously. She went to college, she did well in college. She wasn’t one of those kids who barely made it to lecture and scraped through the finals to celebrate a 1.9 GPA with a night of alcohol poisoning. She’d been diligent – she’d had to be diligent, to keep her scholarship. Without her scholarship there was no college at all, and Maggie desperately wanted that B.A. So she’d majored in criminal justice and double minored in psychology and biology - psych because it would be good for her future career and bio because it was cool – and while she hadn’t made it to every class, she’d made it to most.

The police academy had been more classes, and she’d sure as hell gone to each and every one of those, and had shone academically. It hadn’t made her any friends, but she’d earned her uniform, and, more recently, had earned her badge.

But now she wants to get promoted into the science division, and her minor in biology is honestly more than some other people already in the division have, but those guys are men and white and straight and baby boomers and buddies with the commissioner, so they didn’t have to earn it. She has to earn it.

So she’s here. Walking into an exo-biology course at National City University. It’s not an extension course or a community college course, but she went on a couple dates with the dean a few years ago, back before the dean got back together with her now-husband, so Maggie was able to get the strings pulled to enroll. And it’s been a hot minute since she’s been in class, and since she’s had homework, but she’s excited. She honestly doesn’t know much about exo-biology, other than what she’s gathered anecdotally from friends and ex-girlfriends, and it seems like the kind of thing a science division detective should be up to date on.

So she’s here.

She walks into the classroom and immediately thinks she’s in the wrong room. It’s small, just a 30-person room, not a big lecture hall. She’s early, but there’s one girl already here, and she confirms that she’s there for Bio 367 too, so Maggie shrugs and takes a seat in the back. She’s not really a college student, and she hates the feeling of people’s eyes on her when she can’t turn around and stare right back, so she’s glad to have her choice of seat.

The room slowly fills in, mostly with dudes, a couple other girls, all so painfully young. And that makes sense, this is an undergrad class, but Maggie’s 26 years feel ancient surrounded by these all bros. They all seem to be a type: the kind of bro who wears sweatpants and sports sandals and eats dry cereal from to-go coffee cups while bragging about parties and girls and fake IDs.

Maggie wonders if this was a mistake.

But then the instructor walks in.

And, oh, she’s gorgeous.

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Dr. Sawyer: Ms. Connors?

Ariel: [sigh of relief] Yes, Dr. Sawyer, hello. How is he?

Dr. Sawyer: He’s going to be okay. From what he’s told me, he’s been pushing himself too hard.

Ariel: But, he seemed fine? He hasn’t said anything to me. I thought he was truly feeling better.

Dr. Sawyer: I know. But Cayden doesn’t like others to worry about him. I was his doctor the first time he got sick too, and he was the same way.

Into The Deep End - Chapter 59

Sasha has always tried to play it safe, to keep her life as simple and risk-free as possible. Things change, however, when she garners the interest of a handsome, charming, younger man from a completely different world than hers. As she starts to question her own rules, is she ready to take the biggest chance of them all? Will she let herself take that dive? Roman Reigns/OC.


If there’s a question of my heart, you’ve got it
It don’t belong to anyone but you
If there’s a question of my love, you’ve got it
Baby don’t worry, I’ve got plans for you
Baby, I’ve been making plans, oh love
Baby, I’ve been making plans for you

Three months later…

This was straight-up voyeurism wasn’t it, what she was doing. It didn’t feel that way at all, but it had to be. Right?

Sasha had been awake for over an hour and she’d spent every second gazing at her sleeping boyfriend, resting on her side facing him. He looked so good. Even in slumber he was sexy as hell. He did need to shave though, and some hair had escaped from his loosening ponytail. She wanted to run her fingers through it, but it was highly likely that the action would awaken him. He slept like a log all night, and understandably so after a stressful week. They’d only just returned yesterday evening from Pensacola and last night was the first time he’d had any proper sleep. It was best that she let him be. She could play with his hair later. 

Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, grabbed her robe to cover her nude body and tiptoed into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She crept back into the bedroom and saw that Joe had turned on his stomach, causing the covers to slide over his body and expose a naked butt cheek and leg. His ponytail was completely free now so his hair flowed down his broad back. Sasha bit her lip and quickly scrambled out of the room before she could change her mind and climb back into the large bed to ravage him.

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Ariel: So, what should we do? He’s not getting sicker, is he?

Dr. Sawyer: No, the treatment is working quite well, actually. We ran some tests to check his progress, and it’s going as planned. He just has to be more careful during his resting periods. It shouldn’t take too many more treatments with the way he’s looking now. He needs to be more patient.

Ariel: Okay… [sigh] I’m really happy that it’s working. That’s why I was so worried. So he just needs more rest?

Dr. Sawyer: Yes, and we’ll be giving him more fluids. We are going to keep him overnight to be sure he’s okay.

8 Nights of Danvers Chanukah, Night 5

Night 1 | Night 2 | Night 3 | Night 4

Maggie’s first menorah lighting with Alex, Kara, Winn, James, and Eliza, ft. Maggie giving Alex and Eliza flowers and some Maggie Backstory 2k17.

Maggie Sawyer came out at twelve years old in small town Nebraska; and by small town, she means population of three hundred something, mostly white, except for her extended family.

Maggie Sawyer beat up her first boy at thirteen years old, when he was seventeen, because he told her cousin that she was asking for it when she went out looking like that.

Maggie Sawyer was the only girl in her high school graduating class – her high school that featured her getting shoved into lockers, her enduring endless racial slurs and just as many offers to help her find the right guy – who left Blue Springs, who went to college, who made a life for herself outside of the place where everyone knew her name, third grade teacher, and which bedroom window was hers.

Maggie Sawyer joined a racist, homophobic police force to try to make it better from within.

Maggie Sawyer made detective within four years.

Maggie Sawyer battled aliens alongside the DEO; and protected them from it, too.

Maggie Sawyer was, in a word, tough.

Maggie Sawyer was also shaking like a leaf, pacing the hallway outside her the door of her girlfriend’s little sister. Because Maggie had never celebrated Chanukah, and she’d certainly never celebrated Chanukah with her new girlfriend’s mother.

It was Kara who noticed. Of course it was Kara who noticed; no one else could see straight through the wall. No one else could hear Maggie sighing, Maggie muttering to herself that she could do this, that this was nothing, that Eliza was nice, that Alex’s friends liked her, that Alex was… perfect. That it wouldn’t turn out like it always did. And that yes, her fly was zipped and her breath suitably minty.

Kara smiled slightly and touched Eliza’s shoulders as she passed behind her and Winn to softly pad to the door, glad Alex was distracted by her animated conversation with James about DEO policy.

“Maggie?” she said softly, slipping outside the apartment and half closing the door behind her. Maggie jumped, bringing her left hand under her lower lip.

“Kara! Hey. I was just about to – ”

“It’s okay if you’re nervous, Maggie.”

Maggie stopped pacing and leveled her gaze at Alex’s kid sister, who was regarding her with compassionate concern and an overflowing of a certain emotion that Maggie couldn’t quite identify, but she thought might be gratitude.

“Eliza’s really excited to meet you, you know. And Alex can’t stop talking about how happy she is that you agreed to come. I’ve never seen her like this, Maggie. Especially around a holiday. She always… since her dad… she’s always been pretty withdrawn around holidays, since we were teenagers. But now…”

Kara glanced back over her shoulder, squinting slightly to see Alex through the door, checking her phone and all but bouncing on the balls of her feet, waiting for Maggie to knock on the door.

“I just want to make her happy, Little Danvers.”

“You do, Maggie. Now come on. It’s almost sunset. Alex told you that’s when we light the menorah?”

Maggie nodded, breathing in deeply, her knuckles starting to ache with how tightly she was gripping the bag of goodies she brought.

“Wait!” she told Kara before she opened the door. From her bag, she withdrew one bouquet of roses and another arrangement, a wild mix of colors and textures and flowers Kara couldn’t identify. Kara beamed, and Maggie nodded, looking slightly like she was going to be sick.

Kara grasped her forearm briefly and opened the door.

“Look who I found!” she announced.

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Cayden: You look like you’re having fun

Ariel: Oh hey! How did everything go?

Dr. Sawyer: Same procedure as usual. You know the drill, be sure he gets plenty of rest.

Ariel: I know, doctor. Are you ok?

Cayden: I mean, as ok as I can be.

Ariel: That’s ok enough.


Newcrest Hospital, one week later

Nurse: Ms. Connors, your husband will be out in just a moment.

Ariel: Thank you. Oh I uh- I finished the paperwork.

Nurse: Hand it to Dr. Sawyer before you leave, he wants to go over everything before we file it.

Ariel: Ok, sure thing…


Newcrest Hospital, 4:30pm

Dr. Sawyer: I’m very sorry Cayden… but if we start treatment as soon as possible, I’m quite  confident that you can overcome this. We’ve done it before, and we can do it again.

Cayden: …

Dr: Sawyer: Cayden? Are you listening-

Cayden: Yeah, yes, I’m listening. I- I have to talk to my wife before we start talking about what to do next, you know?

Dr. Sawyer: I understand. Nurse Diane will give you the paperwork before you head out. Once again, I’m very sorry.

Cayden: You don’t have to be.

A day after the World Health Organization declared Nigeria free of Ebola, the doctor who treated the country’s first case of the deadly virus and later died from the disease herself is being hailed as a hero for helping stop the outbreak. Dr. Stella Ameyo Adadevoh, a doctor at First Consultant Hospital, oversaw treatment of Patrick Sawyer, Nigeria’s Ebola patient zero, when he arrived sick in Lagos, Nigeria’s former capital and Africa’s largest city, on a flight from Liberia in July.

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