The Reveal

Part I: Rabbit Jumps From Hat

Alex Danvers hadn't heard from Kara in ten hours and twenty-seven minutes. For context, the last time Alex hadn't received so much as an emoji text from her wayward sister, her system was hacked by Red Kryptonite. And Blood Rage Kara would have murdered Alex with heat vision if J'onn hadn't tackled the Blood-raging Kryptonian out of her murdery posture. So Alex could be excused for being a bit anxious with the radio silence.

What Maggie Sawyer wasn't willing to excuse Alex for, was nearly setting fire to her apartment because she 'forgot I was making you breakfast babe, I'm really sorry.' Maggie fixed her girlfriend, sorry, fiancée, with a stare that soiled the panties of weaker women before setting up the step stool and waving a dish towel around the smoke detector in an attempt to stop the blaring klaxon. After a painful thirteen seconds, the Detective succeeded, and then returned the stepping stool to its home adjacent the washing machine. She then walked over to the taller woman with dark red hair and smiled softly while taking her hand. "Alex, I'm sure she's alright, she might just need a day or two to herself."

Alex shot Maggie a mildly accusatory glare. "What do you mean?"

Maggie sighed as she gently extricated her hand from Alex, and walked over to the answer machine and clicked the play button.

After the machine declared there was one saved message, Kara's voice filled the room; or rather, her heavy breathing. Alex's face tightened into hard lines. Kara had clearly been crying long before she gathered her strength enough to call her elder sister. "...[sob]…hey Alex…" Kara stopped for a moment, so Alex turned back to Maggie, fear colouring her expression. Maggie however, just put up her hands in a 'hey, it's ok' type gesture. Kara regained her composure, and the answering machine lit up with her voice again, "…I uh, did something today. Something you and J'onn, and James, and Winn, and, and well everyone, told me not to do. And before I tell you what I did, I want you to know that the only part of me hurt here are my own fucking feeling." Alex's jaw dropped. Kara never used uncouth language. Like, not even when she impaled a mountain that one time she was learning to fly. Maggie quickly retook Alex's hand; the Detective thought it was good idea given what she knew was coming and Alex needed, well, something to lean on.

Kara continued, "I want you to know that I did what I did because I was right about her. And even though we're not in a good place right now, I 'm still right. She's Good. Hell, unlike you or I, she's never even murdered someone. Not that that's a great metric for 'good' or 'evil', but, yeah." Kara was rambling a little, but Alex was happy that Kara was wandering back into familiar waters at any rate.

Alex whipped her head away from the answering machine and mouthed at her fiancée, "She didn't!" Maggie just waved her hand, disregarding Alex's outburst and pointed back to the answering machine.

Kara regained her breath after a few hiccups, "So yeah, I told the best friend I've EVER had that I spend my evenings caping." She gave a small mirthless laugh, "I phrased it like that too, 'caping'. Lena took a minute to get it. I took off my glasses and she just…" Kara let out a long breath, clearly needing it.

But before she could continue the answering machine beeped. 'End of message,' it intoned.

Alex turned to look at Maggie again, and Maggie put both arms lightly on Alex's unsheathed biceps. "Alex, I've listened to this message she left multiple times. She's alright, she's just hurting." Alex huffed, but before she could begin her barrage of vitriol directed at Lena Luthor, Maggie stood on the tips of her toes and literally swallowed Alex's words.

Alex started at the sudden intimate contact, but Maggie delicately positioned her hand at the nape of Alex's neck. Maggie wasn't holding her there, but the lightest pressure was enough to keep Alex in the kiss. After certain amount of minutes, Maggie broke the kiss. Her feet were beginning to get sore standing at her zenith like that. "Have you calmed down a little bit?" Maggie beseeched.

Alex took a moment for the euphoria of Maggie to evacuate her thoughts before replying, "Just a little."

Maggie chuckled, "Good." For Alex to even admit 'just a little', Maggie was more successful than she had hoped for. "Let's get something clear right now. You are under no circumstances going to barge into Lena's office, or confront her at all. You will not have Winn try to breach her firewall. You will make no moves against her. I want your promise, Alexandra."

Alex's mouth opened in rebuttal but Maggie's use of 'Alexandra' closed it right up. Maggie almost never used Alex's full name. Like only once, and that was during sex, and it was a mistake.

Maggie waited for a moment before Alex pursed her lips and said, "I wasn't going t–,"

"Bullshit." Maggie cut her off, lazily.

"Fine." Alex conceded. "I won't go after Luthor, happy?" Alex huffed, knowing that she'd lose this fight with Maggie. Protecting people was her job after all even Luthors, whereas Alex's job was much more Black Ops; and shooting people.

"Your sister is hurting, of course I'm not, dummy," Maggie conceded as she cheekily bumped into Alex's shoulder. "You should probably find Kara though, were does she go when she's really sad?" Maggie queried.

Alex tossed her head back for a moment, so that she was looking at the ceiling. "I don't know if I've ever seen her sad like this before. Like, she mourned her culture and family by flying into the ocean and basically screaming and letting lose with her heat vision. But she killed a baby dolphin once, so she stopped doing that. That was a whole different kind of few weeks of guilt and –," Alex realised she had figured something out. "When she felt guilty for biscecitng that dolphin," Maggie shivered, "she cleaned out Midvale's ice cream shop when she felt guilty. My parents had to make them sign NDA's about some made up experimental drug of some sort to keep them quiet."

Maggie nodded, "I think you know how to find her then." Maggie considered for a moment. She wasn't considering her intended action, but whether or not to tell Alex. It took less than a moment for her to decide. "I'm going to have a nice, calm, and probably alcohol fuelled conversation with Lena." Maggie decided decisively.

Alex raised her hands in a 'what the fuck?' movement, but Maggie elaborated, "I'm not goint to attack her, I'm going to find out more about the situation and hopefully offer a new perspective for her to consider. You've got to admit that if I was lying to you for months about something half as significant as what Kara was hiding from Lena, you'd be well, hurt." Maggie finished softly.

Alex considered a response, and said, "But Lena and Kara aren't like us."

Maggie tilted her head to the side and gave Alex that very familiar and knowing smile, "Not yet. Trust me on this one." Before Alex could muster a response, Maggie danced away from the counter and went into their room. She emerged sporting her (and Alex's, but for a different reason) favourite leather jacket, and carrying Alex's (and Maggie's, but for different reasons) favourite leather jacket.

Maggie made it to the door first, since her boots were less, well, hardcore than Alex's. With her hand on the latch, and knowing she'd pay for this later, she exclaimed, "Let's go herd some pussies!"