Post-Rescue Sanvers Cuddle
She’d been so focused on not drowning that she almost didn’t register that the water?
The water was cold.
So cold that when she reaches for Maggie’s hands, Maggie can barely distinguish them from ice.
She loses consciousness on the way to the DEO, and Maggie leans over to take a look at Kara’s hand. To make sure Kara didn’t hurt herself breaking that glass.
Because she might be Supergirl, and she might still be in that suit, but right now, staring frantically at her big sister in the back of the DEO van, only moving so the medics can surround her, can make sure she stays alive, can make sure her temperature comes down safely?
Supergirl looks an awful lot like Kara Danvers.
An awful lot like the girl who almost lost her big sister.
So she offers her free hand to Kara, and Kara accepts it with her own.
They say nothing, but they don’t have to. They ride back to the DEO holding hands.
Keeping each other solid. Keeping each other steady.
The medics report to J'onn that her temperature has returned to safe levels, and it’s then that Maggie finds her voice.
“But her hands still feel like ice.”
The medic glances at her sympathetically. “Her limbs aren’t in any danger, and her core temp’s getting to where we need it to be, you don’t have to worr – ”
If he’s going to object to what Maggie’s started to do, or question it in any way, J'onn and Kara both stop him with a silently raised hand. Because they know better.
Because Maggie is maneuvering into the tiny medical bed next to Alex, shimmying under the covers and diligently making sure Alex is completely covered. She pulls Alex close to her, gently, gently, carefully, carefully, so that their bodies are flush together.
So that she’s giving her all of her heat.
Because that’s all she has to offer right now.
And that’s all she ever wants to give Alex: all she has to offer.
Winn chooses that moment to rush into the medical bay, and his brow immediately furrows on seeing Maggie in the bed with Alex, and J'onn and Kara hush him, too, before he can say anything.
But Maggie reads his expression, and she grins.
“Don’t worry, Winn, I’m not naked under here. You’re not interrupting anything.”
J'onn covers his face and Kara snorts as she reddens, and Winn splutters and stammers and James, entering behind him, just laughs, because Alex is alive, alive, alive.
“She still unconscious?” Winn finally forms the words to ask, and James grins.
“That’s probably the only reason Maggie’s still wearing clothes,” he teases, because she’s alive, god, she’s alive, and J'onn groans and promptly leaves and Kara shoves her fingers in her ears and hums loudly.
“Is she… how was she? When you found her?” Winn asks, his voice almost reverent.
Like it’s a miracle. Like Alex is a miracle.
And god, she is.
“She’s gonna be okay,” Maggie whispers, and she pulls Alex even closer to her and kisses her forehead. “She’s gonna be okay.”