A/N: So I started writing this one-shot (I will post it as multichapter and I might actually extend it as well) in March, and sort of abandoned it for months. But two days ago I decided to take a look at it again, and so I thought maybe I could still post this.

If y'all like it well enough, I will post the rest of it as well. :) Because - you know - there's not enough General Danvers on AO3 and I will sail this ship with or without canonical gayness going on.

Anyway, this sort of introduces the setting, and I hope it interests y'all enough to want to read more of it. ^^


Alex Danvers was about done with her mother. She had been talking about what a great day it was for Kara's wedding, and sneakily brought the subject to Alex's future wedding. And why she wasn't dating anyone. If she could set Alex up with 'that cute boy from the grocery store' she went to every week. Because 'Alex's biological clock was ticking'.

Alex was used to this kind of talk. Her mom always had something to say about her way of life. If not her job, then her dating life. Or her preference for guns over things that 'normal people' enjoy. Or basically anything that 'normal people' didn't do.

She thought that the only thing her mother was really proud of was that she was a scientist: a bio-engineer of all things. But the fact that she hadn't exactly ended up in that field was something that annoyed her, and she would let that known to Alex at all times.

She had become very good at cancelling out her mother's talk about all of it, turning it down until it was just white noise in the background of her thoughts.

And so she did so, for the nth time that day. Eventually, she downed her drink, and excused herself, telling her mother she would go to the restroom.

She didn't actually have to go, but she was tired of having to listen to her mother's endless rants. Roughly five minutes later she entered the room again. The newly-weds were being cute on the dance floor, and Alex smiled to herself. She had never seen Kara as happy as she seemed in that moment, and it was nice to witness it.

Alex found herself standing against the wall, observing the scenery around her, and especially how Kara fit into it. She seemed to be in her element; to be exactly where she belonged. And Alex couldn't stop herself from smiling even broader. After all the girl had been through, she deserved to be as happy as she appeared to be.

Her eyes wandered to the rest of the room, scanning her surroundings being a habit that would probably never die. It was so ingrained on her that it had become second nature to her. She was already thinking about her next move. It wasn't likely that anyone would question why she was standing away from the revelry, but she felt like she should try and enjoy the party.

Not necessarily because she thought Kara wanted her to, but because she wanted to have good memories of a day that would be so important to Kara. The happiest day of her life. Kara was typically the kind of person that would focus on the good in all situations, even if hers were filled with tragedy and pain, but this day seemed to be detached from all of it. Like a big bubble was surrounding her, separating her from the rest of the world.

She allowed herself to enjoy her isolation for another minute, until she forced herself to walk back to the tables. About half the people had joined the happy couple on the dance floor, some of them had gone outside to the small terrace on the front side of the building, or some of them were standing at the edge of the dance floor. About a quarter of them was still sitting at the tables, mostly elderly people, but a few younger ones that were talking to some of the older ones as well.

Her mother had vacated the table they had been sitting at, and she was glad she didn't have to find an excuse for blowing her off like she had. And she wasn't particularly in the mood to dance, so she made her way to the tables, her eyes settling on a woman that looked familiar, but she was sure she had never met. Dark curls were falling over her shoulders, her fingers playing with the stem of her wine glass.

If Alex had to judge the woman's posture, she would say she was slightly bored. She wasn't sure if that were the exact reason why she was drawn to the woman, but she let her feet guide her to the table the woman was sitting at. She pulled out the chair next to the woman, gesturing at it as she asked: "Is this seat taken?"

The woman's eyes met hers, and her lips quirked up in a smile. "I have a feeling it's about to be." She nodded, amusement spreading on her face like a wildfire. But as soon as she had shown any kind of sign that she enjoyed the idea of Alex's company, it changed to a curiosity that made Alex think she was up for an interrogation. Although she had to admit to herself that she didn't mind that sentiment at all.

Something about the woman intrigued her. If not the grey eyes that she kept trained on her ever since she had pulled out the chair, then the mystery that seemed to linger around the woman. Much like her perfume. It was a very subtle smell, but there was something mesmerizing about it.

Alex's thoughts trailed off for a moment, but she quickly reminded herself that she was probably supposed to sit down on the chair she had pulled out. Standing there foolishly would certainly not be the way to go. So she extended her hand to the other woman, who shook it. "And to whom am I lending this chair?" She questioned, a smile still in place.

"I'm Alex." She greeted. "Kara's sister." She gestured in the general direction of the dance floor to emphasize the words.

"Astra." The other woman countered, not adding as to what her connection to the married couple was. Alex thought the woman was playing a silent game, letting Alex take the lead over this conversation, without actually having any control. She wasn't sure what her aim was, but she was bound to find out. So instead of outright asking her who she was, she decided to use her deductive skills.

"You look a lot like Kara's mother." Alex pointed out, her eyes fixed on Astra. The movements in her face told her that she was right. That there was a very obvious reason for the resemblance. "You're her sister."

"You have guessed that correctly." Astra approved. She tilted her head slightly to the right, eyeing Alex carefully. "So what does that make us?" The way she had spoken contained a hidden suggestion, and Alex wasn't sure how to interpret it. But she wasn't about to give up finding the answer before she had even started to.

"Nothing."