Sanvers reunion after Alex almost got launched into fucking space!!
She didn’t go with Alex because she knows Alex.
She knows Alex will be more focused if Maggie is safe. Knows she will be less likely to get herself killed if Maggie is safe.
She hates it.
But she knows her.
And anyway, there are other refugees to keep safe.
And that’s the point of a power couple, right? Stronger together, but sometimes ride or die means riding solo on different parts of the same mission.
So she kisses her like she loves her – because she does, god, how she does – and she tries not to think about the kind of danger Alex is strutting into while she makes rounds on every alien in National City she knows, warning them, smuggling them out when necessary.
She has a few bruises of her own by the end of the day, but that pales in comparison to the pain that shoots through her core when Susan Vasquez calls her with a tight voice and shaking hands.
“Maggie, it’s Cadmus. They’re launching a ship with the refugees into space. Alex… Alex is on the ship.”
She doesn’t hang up the phone so much as she drops it, and she only bothers with her helmet because of muscle memory, and she only pays attention to red lights so she can swerve away from creating four-way crashes, and she forgets what speed limits are because Alex, Alex, goddammit how could she have ever let her go alone, Alex.
“What’s happening?” she demands, and Vasquez won’t let her into the control room. She takes Maggie around the waist and she holds her and she pins her arms to her sides and she rocks her when she breaks.
“Supergirl’s up there with her. She’ll save her, Maggie. They’ll both save everyone.”
“Then why won’t you let me into the damn control room?” she chokes with a wet rage she hasn’t felt since the massacre at the bar.
“I – “
But a cheer rises up, then, and Vasquez chokes out a dry laugh and lets Maggie run out of her arms.
“They’re okay? She’s okay?”
J’onn’s face is in his hands but he nods at the sound of her voice, and she takes Winn into her arms and doesn’t complain when he lifts her off her feet and spins her around.
She does complain a little when he damn near drops her, and Susan has to run over to stabilize them both.
But only a little.
She doesn’t let go of Winn’s hand until the troops return.
The troops, of course, being Supergirl, Alex, and a ship full of refugees, brutalized for being their very selves, abducted and maimed and hunted to satisfy the agenda of xenophobic supremacists who would surely add Winn and Maggie to the list of deportees, gladly, after finding that both of them had dated, had loved, aliens.
Only Supergirl and Alex come back to the DEO, of course, and Winn kisses Maggie’s cheek, hard, before sprinting off the moment he gets a text from Lyra telling him to meet her at the bar.
When a cheer erupts from the agents in the hall, Maggie sprints, too.
Straight into Alex’s arms, and Alex lifts her off her feet – more effectively than Winn – and pulls her in for a deep, breathless kiss that has J’onn averting his wet eyes and Susan whooping and all the agents clapping and Kara somehow laughing and crying at the same time.
Maggie pulls back first and starts checking over Alex’s body with worried hands before Alex has even put her down yet.
“Are you hurt, are you – you – fucking space, Alex!”
Because suddenly the laughter, the relief, is gone from her eyes, and only sheer terror fills them. Alex splutters and Maggie shakes her head and yanks Alex down for another hard, long, desperate kiss.
She’s the first to pull back. Again.
“Space, Danvers! That wasn’t part of our deal!”
“Deal was, you help me save everyone – “
“Alex – “
“They needed me, Maggie, my father – “
“Yeah, I know, I’m proud of you, babe, and I’m in love with you for exactly that, but damnmit, Danvers, I need you too!”
Her voice is thick with tears and her eyes are shining with them, her face a map of defiance, of rage, of relief, of agony, of love, of loss, of fear, of hope, and the agents who were laughing and cheering moments before are now being shooed away by Supergirl and Susan, because the kissing was fun, but the confessions are private.
“You… Maggie you’re… you’re…”
“Not exactly how I wanted to tell you,” Maggie chokes, not meeting Alex’s eyes, her arms wrapped around her chest now, her jaw set, now, her heart shredded with feeling an infinity of different things at once, now.
Alex stares at Maggie’s downturned face for what feels like a millennium – which is how far away she could have been from her, forever, if her sister hadn’t saved them all – and when she can’t bear it anymore, she touches her index finger to Maggie’s chin and gently – gently, so gently, and god she’d almost forgotten what a gentle touch feels like in the last few hours – lifts Maggie’s face up to meet her eyes.
“I’m in love with you, too, Maggie. I… If Kara hadn’t saved us, I… my only regret would’ve been… I’m in love with you, too, Maggie.”
For a long moment, neither of them moves, and for a long moment, neither of them breathes.
“Ally,” Maggie breaks the silence, and this time, her kiss is soft, her kiss is open, her kiss is tender and firm and healing.
Her kiss is forever.
“Alex. When you get a moment to disentangle from Detective Sawyer, I need to speak with you upstairs.”
J’onn’s voice makes them jump apart, but they stay in each other’s arms.
“Acknowledged, sir,” Alex’s voice trembles, but her eyes keep locked in Maggie’s.
“They’ll want to question me, too, I imagine. It might be a few hours.”
“I’ll be here. Always.”
Alex smiles softly and squeezes Maggie’s hands and starts to walk away, though it makes her body ache.
But Maggie pulls her back, and Alex hears her breath hitch.
“I’m home, Maggie. I’m home. I’ll only be upstairs.”
“Not in space.”
“No, not that far upstairs.”
They share a watery laugh.
“No one else’s, Danvers. No one else’s.”