It had been a month since Kara had last had a full day off. It hadn’t been as stressful as the month before, thanks to the copious amounts of sun she’d soaked up at the beach she’d taken Lena to. Honestly, even if Kara felt physically capable, she was still mentally exhausted.
Prompt: Kara and Alex dealing with her being on the spectrum (as adults).
“hey alex, there’s no need to freak out but im home from work early-”
kara groans for a long time, annoyed that alex picked up. well, not annoyed. just…she just wanted to say it and leave it all behind. go curl up on her couch and eat all the brownies out of the icecream and forget that she’d almost had a meltdown at work.
“it’s not a supergirl thing, i was just going to leave a message,”
“excuse me for a moment,” alex says in a way more formal tone and kara hears her boots echoing and sighs again, pulls the icecream out. a door whooshes open on alex’s end of the phone and alex is talking to her again. “talk to me. what’s wrong? is it that sleazy guy again?”
“no, no,” kara crinkles her nose. “well, he is still sleazy. but it’s not that. i just… hadabitofameltdownatworkandwantedtotellyoubeforejamesdoes.”
“okay, rewind,” alex chides her, but really softly and kara grabs at the duvet she’s been using as a cape - she likes the weight, and she likes that it’s so long it slides along the floor when she walks and makes the nicest shish shish shish sound - and she nods. “repeat all that but slower.”
“i had a meltdown at work,” she says. “and i’m calling you because i’m pretty sure james is going to call you soon to make sure i haven’t blown out my powers and i thought you should know. and, maybe,” kara picks at the raised loops sewing the patches of the duvet cover, “i wanted to see if you were busy.”
“you had a meltdown? what happened? you’re okay? i mean you’re talking so that’s a good sign,”
“yes,” kara nods emphatically, pushes her glasses up her nose when the move makes them slip down. “i’m okay. i stood in the sun, i did my breathing, james hugged me and cat gave me a pillow to hug.”
“that woman, honestly,”
“at least she didn’t fire me,” kara tells her, and damn it her voice wavers a little and alex - a literal spy and awesome secret agent - can’t not pick up on that. “no crying at work, remember?”
“you were crying?” alex asks very softly. “kara, i can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“no. no, you are working and i dealt with it and i am dealing with it and i want you to finish up your meeting.”
“you’re more important,”
“yeah but i’m also okay,” she insists. “please, i just wanted to let you know. i dealt with it, i did well. i’m not a kid anymore, alex, please don’t come over until you’re actually free.”
kara narrows her eyes. “i’ll know if you cut any meetings or whatever to come over.”
that makes alex laugh and she’s about to say something, probably along the lines of i was a DEO agent for years without you knowing, but the door whooshes open and a quiet voice asks for alex to join them again.
“i’ll be right in,” alex promises, and she waits for the door to close again. “i will be over the second my shift is over. save some icecream for me.”
“i will pick up some icecream,” alex amends, and kara lowers her head to the kitchen counter and listens to the fondness, the smile, her sister speaks with. “i’m really proud of you. and we can go through what happened to figure out why,”
“i know why, it’s okay. i just want to watch tv with you. but…on mute maybe?” she scratches at her arm. “it was all sounds and stuff today, i just.”
“mute is good.”
“okay.” alex lingers as long as she can, but, “i have to go back in there. my shift ends at seven, expect me at seven thirty. what’s your food today?”
“pick something else too.”
“i won’t eat anything else. not today.”
“fine! brownies then,” she grumbles, and her goodbye is hurried but sweet. “i love you, see you tonight.”
she doesn’t feel worse, exactly, when alex does show up. way more tired though so everything is a little harder to manage.
“hey kara,” alex says, and immediately shuts up when her little sister curls into an even littler sister shaped ball on the couch and tugs her duvet closed around her head.
alex makes her way around as quietly as she can. she toes her boots off at the door, pads to the fridge to put away the pizzas she picked up. it wasn’t on kara’s very short food list but it’s a danvers staple so she’ll want it eventually. the low whine of the fridge sounds especially loud and alex hunches her shoulders, moves as fast as she can to finish all the necessary steps. turns her phone on silent and do not disturb, shrugs off her jacket and picks up a blanket, grimaces through cracking open the brownie takeout box and the clink of cutlery when she pulls out a spoon for kara.
“are you done?” kara grumbles from her couch. if she concentrates, alex thinks she can make out a single, baleful eye.
“coming your way,” alex shoots back, and kara sobs once when she steps on a creaking floorboard and again when the couch springs shriek when she sits. “i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay.” kara doesn’t take the brownie box. alex sets it on the table. “it hurts,” she mutters, and alex eases her over so she can lay next to her sister and pulls her head to her chest.
“focus on my heartbeat,” she tells her, and wraps her arms tight even that even kara could feel it. she can’t hold that up for long, but a moment is enough.
kara knees her in the bladder and headbutts her chin, blind inside her cocoon, shifting around to find the most comfortable position and alex bears it with good grace though she’ll be cashing in her bruises for favours later, no doubt about that.
they doze off quickly, kara first, exhausted, and then alex once kara’s tears are mostly cried out. when they wake, it’s because of kara’s stomach. it grumbles and rumbles and kara floats them both over to the kitchen, putters around making their dinner - midnight meal, really - as quietly as possible.
“maybe you should tell your friends,” alex murmurs, trying to keep her voice smooth and low and even. “and maybe cat.”
kara shoves her pizza slice into her mouth and fetches her phone, squints at the brightness and turns it so alex can read the email.
“sick days are unfortunately a requirement by law. you have several. use them wisely.” alex rolls her eyes. “can she say anything without it sounding like a threat?”
“carter,” kara whispers.
“true.” she accepts kara back into a hug, despite the sauce on her chin. kara tucks her forehead into alex’s neck, brings her arms up to brace comfortably between their bodies. “sick day tomorrow? i have a date with maggie in the evening, maybe we can all hang out in the day?”
“we’ll see how you feel. could be a danvers day only.” she feels kara smile and nod. “sounds good to me.”
they stand for a while longer. then kara sighs and pulls back. “i’m going to tell winn and james. they should know in case anything happens while they’re with me. like today. and i trust them. and cat already knows everything,” kara sucks in a deep breath, less to do with cat and more to do with the effort of saying so much at one time. “but i’m going to tell her too.”
“will you stay, when i tell the guys?”
kara blows out her cheeks and nods, relieved. “thank you.”
quick question but where does Kara hide her boots??
ive just given up on understanding like as far as im concern she wears just the chest piece of her suit as a tank top for the dramatic titties out reveal but then she pulls a flash and superspeeds into her suit
Title: Split-Seam Pairing/Characters: Alex/Maggie, Kara Rating: PG-13 Word Count:
Summary: Kara was off doing her heroic duty somewhere Alex couldn’t help her and that Alex was, predictably, a garbage fire of shot nerves and tequila cravings. A little domestic fluff, set between 2x10 and 2x11; Maggie looks after Alex while Kara is away on a mission, and begins to truly understand who the Danvers sisters are.
Maggie thought a lot (like, a lot) about what dating Alex
might be like in the last few days before screwing up her courage and actually
doing something about it.
None of the scenarios she’d lingered over – long lazy Sunday
mornings and motorcycle rides through the city and late night take out and sex
on the couch – had involved the possibility of waking up to Supergirl sitting
on her floor unsuccessfully trying to yank her boots off, swearing in
“Sorry!” She looks up at Maggie, and she looks young –
really young, all of a sudden – windswept hair stuck in her face, brow furrowed,
eyes bright, “didn’t mean to wake you! If I pull too hard I rip them in half so
The world is black and white until their soulmate says
their name for the first time.
In which Lena roughly takes five minutes to see
colors. Kara needs more.
When she first arrived on Earth, Kara couldn’t understand
the concept of a soulmate; it wasn’t something Krypton’s customs had shared.
So, she couldn’t understand why she could no longer see the colors.
But Alex took her time, answering her questions after
midnight, after Eliza had told her she did not know anything else, because the
colors, or the absence of them, ware still a mystery to mankind itself.
And, with blankets around their shoulders, a sixteen
year old Alex told a thirteen year old Kara about being perfectly incomplete
without another half. You would still be a whole person, but something would always be missing.
That night, Kara cried herself to sleep, measuring her
sobs to not wake her sister. Because she wasn’t human, she didn’t share the
Earth customs, she didn’t have a soulmate. And she wouldn’t stand in no one’s
Kara lifted a hay bale onto her shoulder with much too much ease for someone of her slim stature. She awed all audiences–and managed to snag any farmhand job she wanted. Of course, she never told anyone she was anything more than a very strong young woman from a small town in Kansas. Honesty was big for her, but nobody had ever asked her if she were an alien–so it’s not like she lied straight to anyone’s face. And she did come from Kansas, at least that’s where her foster parents lived.
A shriek from across the yard made her toss the bale into the flatbed of her truck and jog quickly to the source of the commotion. There were plenty of tourists during the summer, but some of them were a little more squeamish than others. One woman refused to take her heels off for the first few days and then reluctantly shifted to flats before a rain storm forced her into boots.
Kara laughed when she noted the screamer was that very same woman: slight, blonde, and angry. She also noted the chicken going about its business near the woman’s feet.
“Something the matter, Ms. Grant?”
Ms. Grant smoothed her clothing and gathered her bearings. “No. I was simply startled by this–this chicken.”
“Her name is Gertrude, and she’s friendly enough.”
“Were you looking for something in particular? I know some of the other hands are giving a tour of the barns. Not interesting to you?”
After a moment, Kara figured that the out-of-place woman simply needed some time away from the hubbub. “You can sit in my truck, if you want. The radio works fine, and we’re just close enough that you’ll get wifi from the ranch.”
Without so much as a thank you, Ms. Grant marched to the driver’s side of the pick up and slid in. The door slammed, and Kara laughed again.