Hi everyone!

So, during this hiatus I've been taking in consideration writing some Sanvers and I finally decided to give it a try. I had in mind a few more chapters to examine the growth of their relationship, as they explore it together, including moments that it would be nice to see between them, and maybe including also moments of bonding between Maggie and Kara.

Anyway, here's the first chapter. It is rated T for the moment, and this one is about Alex being stubborn and refusing to leave work and Kara calling Maggie for backup :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl.

I apologize for eventual grammar errors, english is not my first language.

Enjoy

Alex Danvers is fiercely passionate.

She puts herself in very dangerous situations on a daily basis because her job, just like yours, requires it. But sometimes, way too often, she goes beyond what the job asks from her, and more into her moral and instinctive protective mode, especially whenever her sister is involved. And nothing and no one can get in between that instinct.

It's not like she has some sort of self-destructive martyr complex, her actions and smart bravery speak for her, but she does have some sort of barely conscious inferiority complex.

Years spent thinking that she wasn't enough, that nothing she would have ever done would have ever been enough, that the weight on her shoulders wasn't enough heavy and the scarred wound in her heart created by loss wasn't deep enough. At some unconscious level she probably used to think about herself as unworthy, and your initial rejection, even if well-intentioned for how contorted, hasn't certainly helped in assuring her that she is wrong about this distorted aspect she has about herself when insecurities takes over.

She pushes herself to her limits and has the willpower to go way beyond them with an unbreakable determination.

You respect her. Like her fellow agents do.

You admire her. Like her sister does.

You worry for her. In a way that only a lover can.

Because Alex Danvers is this fierce passionate creature.

But Alex Danvers is also a secretely vulnerable woman.

And you have grown enough intimate together in your still fresh romantic relationship that you can see it right through the chinks of the armor that she wears to keep and protect the world around her and that sometimes end up by destroying her a little with its unbearable weight.

But things have started to change ever since you got together. And definitely for the better.

She discovers herself with you, and you keep it upon you to reassure her and protect her in whatever way you can. From guarding her from you at the very beginning when your insecurities persisted, to watching her back from all the dangers and threat present in your line of work, and from protecting her from her own foolish and occasionally even reckless self.

She always gets the job done like the perfect soldier, and she is just as hard headed and as obsessed with work as you are... And sometimes, she is way more than what you like her to be. In a way that stops from being part of one of the usually friendly teasing topics regarding the similarities you two share, and turns into honest, serious concern.

Kara calls you one day, early evening really, when you are going through a stack of paperwork at your desk in the empty bullpen. She doesn't sound exactly worried, which eases the sudden tightness in your stomach, but she does sound defeated and utterly frustrated.

"She won't listen to me." You swear you can practically hear the younger Danvers pout over the phone above the whine and exasperation in her voice as she talks about her big sister refusing to leave the lab and go home to get some much needed rest.

You decide to call it a night then. The precint is deserted, and the couple of paperwork left on your desk that you were hoping to finish tonight can wait another damn day after all. You are at the DEO within twenty minutes. Walking into a secret government agency building with such ease as if it is merely a bank always leaves you both puzzled and amused.

When you spot Kara on the command center looking like a grumpy puppy in her dashing Supergirl suit, you have to bite your lips to suppress the chuckle that you can feel rising in your throat from slipping out. When she sees you however, she beams at you that contagious bright smile of hers that gives immediately away how incredibly relieved she is that you are here.

She leads you immediately upstairs updating you on the situation until she comes to a stop in front of one of the labs, pointing through the glass door at the back of the lone figure inside wearing a doctor coat. "She has been in there all day."

She tells you about this poisonus alien that have brought in the previous days, the alien whose blood and poison Alex is testing to come up with some sort of antidote in case there are more of his kind out there who have turned rouge and could hurt people.

"I don't want her to snap at me again but I don't want to call J'onn to scold her either, so I thought that maybe..."

It is equally adorable and amusing seeing how poweful, muscular, usually proud and confident Supergirl who holds her head always high in front of any danger and any enemy, looks so unusually hesitant as she plays nervously with the corner of her cape while glancing tentatively between you and her evidently dreaded human big sister.

You chuckle.

"Oh, I see."

Being summoned by Supergirl herself to see if you could succeed in a mission where even the girl of steel has failed, looking convinced that you could have some super persuasive powers that doesn't fall within her many skills, has this warm, pleasantly tickling feeling buzzing somewhere inside you.

You like the idea of being able of succeeding with dealing with a small aspect of the beautifully fascinating complexity that Alex Danvers is, that not even her sister seems to know how to handle.

Encouraged by that thought, you squeze Kara shoulder and wink confidently at her. "Don't worry little Danvers, I'll take care of her."

Kara beams again and sighs an overly relieved "thank you", faithful that you'll succeed.

When you walk into the lab Alex doesn't even seem to notice it. You hear her mumbling something to herself as she writes notes down on a note pad while switching samples under the lense of a microscope.

She pours herself into work, losing herself in a spiral that threatens to consume her and everything around her. You'll have to talk about this.

It is only when you clear your throat that she jerks and tears herself away from her notes, spinning around on her chair and finally looking up at you. It isn't lost on you that she actually has to blink several times before narrowing her eyes into a thin slit in order to adjust to the light in the room and get you into focus, and you wonder how many hours has she spent crouched over that microscope.

You don't want to know.

"Maggie, hey..." She is definitely surprised to see you but it is the heaviness in her voice and the way she rubs at her eyes lazily that shows you exactly how tired she is. Kara wasn't exaggerating at all. "What... What are you doing here?"

"Danvers." You smile at her in greetings taking a look around the room and noticing only now that you have stepped in how many vials and chemicals and samples are on the countertops. "You surely have been here for a while." You observe absently, looking back at her and tilting your head to the side. "What do you say about calling it a night and come back tomorrow to continue?"

The little persuasive smirk you flash is enough to make her hesitant, but it's not enough to convince her. After a moment she shakes her head and turns back to work while rambling something about antibodies and antitoxins and about how close she is to develop the antidote.

You could remind her that there is no emergency, that the only alien that can hurt someone with his poison is securely locked away in their secret dungeon, but you just sigh as you ran a hand through your hair deciding that there is only one way this is going to work.

You spot her beloved leather jacket thrown surprisingly carelessly over the back of a chair and grab it, smoothing out the wrinkles and it holding it up to her, leaving no room for protests.

"You're coming home with me. Now." The slip doesn't even strikes you then, too occupied in keeping your gaze as hard as steel and your tone uncompromising so that she knows you are not joking or going to take any of her half assed excuses.

Of course she looks ready to fight you and sputter some more protest, and you on your part have to fight the tiny proud smirk that you can feel twitching at the corner of your lips in front of your girlfriend's fierce stubborness.

You like to think that it is the softness that seeps through the chink of hardness in your look that makes her give in, if the way you see her her shoulders slumping a bit after a long minute as she looks at you is anything to go by.

All that matters is that in the end she stands up with a sigh and takes off her gloves and doctor coat before taking her jacket from you.

You leave the lab without a word but you notice her glaring at her sister when you cross her down the hallway. Kara on her part, just grins thriumphantly at her as if she has finally found out the secret weapon that will help her deal with her when she is in such a hear no reasons moods. Aka you.

You take her to your place because her fridge has probably a carton of expired milk, three days old chinese food and two bottles of her best friend Johnny Walker, and she really looks like she hasn't eaten since this morning or when probably Kara has forced her to.

She pretends to be grumpy on the way to your apartment, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted down like a child that didn't get ice cream, but you see her melt as soon as she steps into the welcoming warmth of your living room, hearing her sigh as she finally allows herself to relax and breathe, leaving her thoughts about work outside the front door as you close it behind you.

"Go take a shower," You invite her, kissing her softly and feeling her melt further into it, so much that for how amazing it feels, you have to pull back reluctantly when she tries to deepen it innocently. No way you could stop if she parted her lips for you to feel the teasing warmth of the inside of her mouth through her breath. "I'll figure out something for dinner."

You are glad that by this point she is visibly too tired to even think about arguing at the too appealing prospect of a nice hot shower and an honest meal.

The way she looks a bit disappointed though while she gazes at your mouth with longing while biting her bottom lip is kind of distracting.

You banish her from the kitchen and towards the bathroom before you can think twice about pulling her down for another less innocent kiss.

Now your priority is to feed her and get her to finally relax.

Although as you move around the kitchen and busy yourself with cooking rice and chopping vegetables, you are distracted by the spray of the shower in the bathroom and the steamy image that forms in your head of a very naked, very dripping wet Alex Danvers.

You almost burn the chicken stir fry.

When she comes back twenty minutes later she has changed into some of your clothes and you have to stiffle a laugh because, well, the sleeves of long the sleeve shirt she has chosen, don't even reach her wrists, but seeing her in your clothes, barefoot, gives you this warm tingling feeling that echoes in your chest. Although nothing on earth could mask the open look of appreciation from your face when your eyes linger a little longer in admiring how more... clingy that shirt looks on Alex's... chest.

She catches you staring, of course. Because the subtlety that you posses and are so proud of as a Detective, seems to cease to exist whenever Alex is anywhere near you in a non-professional way.

"It, uh... it looks good on you." You gesture awkwardly at her figure, looking pointedly at the short sleeves. "But maybe I have something else more comfortable that is closer to your size."

She just smiles. "No that's fine, I like these."

As you turn to take some plates however you hear her murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like "tiny detective" but when you turn around to glare playfully at her there is only affection into those smiling dark eyes and no trace of teasing.

"Come sit down agent smartypants."

You would have expected some kind of reaction at the playful term, but she suddenly looks too amazed by the food on the kitchen island.

"You made all of this?"

"Careful Danvers, don't sound so surprised." You tease her with a smirk.

"Sorry, it's just... I couldn't cook even if my life depended on it." She admits and at this your head snap up to look at her with wide eyes.

"Wait. Did I hear that right?" You ask faking incredulity. "There really is something that big bad agent Danvers can't do?"

She swats you on the arm and blushes adorably.

"I would have gone home you know..." She informs you and you just look at her with an arched eyebrow.

A pause.

"...eventually." She adds then in a quiet voice as you take a seat on one of the stools.

"Sure you would have." You reply skeptically, trying to contain your smile as you hand her a beer.

At least she has the decency to look guilty at her blunt lie.

"So, tell me about all these tests you have been running all day long."

You don't know why you ask exactly. If it is because you love the smile that she flashes you when you ask her about her work in the labs about some alien species physiology, or maybe because right now you need a distraction from the way she moans and her eyes flutter shut in delight at the first bite of food. Or if maybe, egoistically, it is because you just secretely love so much when she talk nerd shit you can barely understand.

She is so fucking smart that it is scary sometimes.

But you always listen to her every word.

"How about your day?" She asks then once she has finished, sounding genuinely curious.

"Oh, you know. Paperwork, reports," You list dully with a shrug, taking a sip from your beer before you continue, "The only emergency I got was the one of dragging your stubborn exausted ass out of there before you collapsed on yourself."

She blushes and damn if the sight is ever gonna stop from making you feel so fuzzy inside.

Her "sorry" is just barely mumbled, tiredly, as she plays with a of piece of chicken with her fork, but the softness in those beautiful big brown eyes speaks way louder and more sincerely when she dares a glance up at you.

"Don't be," You reassure her. "I know what it is like, believe me." And you do know what the job is like, and yours are indeed awfully similar.

She smiles at you knowingly and as you eat the rest of your dinner in between an easily flowing talk you try not to get your mind drift towards how good and right this rare domestic moment with Alex feels.

It would have been good stay up for a little longer, with the tv as quiet background while you cuddled on you couch.

But Alex can barely keep her eyes open and you are immeasurably glad that you have decided to bring her home with you. If it wasn't for Kara calling you, she would have fallen asleep on her lab desk. Although you suspect that her sister would have flew her home at some point.

"Thank you for dinner, Maggie." She tells you as you get into bed. "I didn't know you were such an amazing cook."

You flash her a smug lopsided grin as you lay on your side to face her. "What can I say? I'm a woman full of surprises."

She laughs and you think that that rich sound alone will never stop from making you smile.

"But careful with the compliments, Danvers. Those get right to my head." You warn her playfully.

She chuckles some more. "Well, I'll try to remember that."

"You are very welcome though." You tell her, and then you pause, thinking about earlier this evening when you first found her at the DEO crouched over that desk. "Just... Please, take care of yourself. Even if it is just a break from work every once in a while."

"Mh, I don't know. Considering how this evening ended up like I might decide not to after all." She teases flashing you that beautiful smile. The one that reaches her eyes and makes them sparkle.

The one that no one else but you has the privilege to receive.

You inevitably melt a little but manage to arch an amused challenging eyebrow at her.

"Who says that next time I may not decide to punish you for being so stubborn instead?"

You meant it as nothing more than an innocent teasing, but you can't not notice the way her eyes widen, even in the dark, ever so slightly at the "punish" bit. Not in fear, of course not, but with something that resembles... intrigue.

You let it slide and don't say anything about it for now. You haven't gone more far than for some heavy, gloriously long, marathon make out sessions and not so subtle or tentative petting. But this reaction, for how small is... definitely an interesting prospective that you are gonna keep neatly folded in a drawer of your mind.

You clear your throat and return to your previous gentle request. "Please Alex."

She sighs, slumping a bit further into the bed, finally accepting her defeat in front of your tenderly pleading gaze.

"I'm just... Not very used to it, I guess?"

Oh, how you know what she means. She isn't the only one who has spent endless hours on a desk with work to do or the only one who risks her life in the field day and night to catch rogue aliens. But she has to know that she has more to look forward to than just work.

Now you both have.

"I get it Danvers, your work is important, I know. Trust me." You assure her in a soft whisper in the partial darkness, before raising a hand and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, letting your hand linger there and watching her eyes flutter shut at the touch. "But you are important too, Alex."

When her eyes flutter open once again there is so much emotion in there that it makes your heart skip a beat.

"I'll try." She whisper softly at last, and you can hear as well as see in her eyes the sincerity in her words before she leans in to seal them with a tender kiss. "I promise."

Finally satisfied, you can't help but indulge into some of those slow, languid kisses that if you both weren't so tired you know would have surely turned into something more... intense. But your hands wander just on safe territories and your touch remains innocent, or well, as innocent as it can be with the beautiful agent in your arms.

When you part she scoots closer, to rest pressed against your side.

She is asleep before her head can rest fully on your chest. You smile tenderly down at her while playing absently with a strand of dark auburn hair, and then grin when she curls herself around you, because yes, Secret Government Agent hard-ass Alex Danvers who jumps from helicopters on a daily basis and can kick alien asses three times bigger than her with a hand behind her back, is a huge softie, a sucker for cuddles, and a shameless night snuggler.

You kiss the top of her head and wrap your arms around her, hearing her hum contently in her sleep as she snuggles further into the added warmth of your loose embrace.

You fall asleep with her warm calm breathing caressing the side of your neck and a smile on your lips.

When you wake up in the morning Alex is still passed out on your chest, snoring softly and... Yep, drooling a bit on your shirt.

Either she was as exhausted as you suspected or she simply loves holding you in her sleep, and you have to admit that the second idea isn't not even a bit unpleasant, she hasn't moved an inch for all night. You reluctantly distangle yourself carefully from her body, deciding to let her sleep as long as she wants while you go prepare some coffee.

There is a box of donuts on the kitchen counter with a note on top that definitely wasn't there last night. The suspicious that was taking form in you is washed away by the gentle whoosh of wind that seeps from the slightly ajar balcony door into the living room gives you the answer. Smirking in realization as you take the folded piece of paper sitting on top.

Thank you for coming to collect my sister last night Maggie. Spared me the guilt of having to fly her home by force! Kara-

Even before opening the box you were already kind of prepared to find a few empty spots here and there indicating the missing of a couple of sweet treats, but you laugh anyway. Especially when you notice the second note of apologies inside.

Sorry! Got hungry on the way here!

You start making coffee, and Alex wakes up and walks in only a few minutes later.

"Morning sleepyhead." You greet her with a bright smile that is immediately returned before she glances suspiciously at the box of sweets as well.

"Your sister is an adorable dork." You just tell her with a huge smirk as to answer her silent question.

"Tell me about it." She says with an affectionate eye roll.

She crosses the room in a couple of strides and smiles tenderly at you. Almost shyly.

"Hey..."

"Hey yourself," You reply looking up at her with a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Thank you for last night. I haven't realized how much I needed some away time from the lab."

You look at her in the bright morning light. Noticing how she looks rested, relaxed, serene, and... Happy. If this is the result of taking care of Alex Danvers you are more than happy to drag her home with you every night. And it is in simple moments like this that you can't almost believe you would have prefered to keep a friendship with her out of fear of getting hurt yet again by someone. But Alex, you already know, even in the relatively fresh start of your new relationship, is different from everyone else.

"Anytime." You reply without even realizing it. Too lost in the look of adoration reflected into those dark pools.

The way she looks at you, even when barely awake, first thing in the morning, still wearing your clothes... You could definitely get used to it.

She ducks her head to plant a chaste, lingering kiss on your lips and you meet her halfway up, tasting the traces of sleep over the mint of the toothpaste in her mouth and smelling the fruity essence of your shower gel on her skin from last night.

The strong aroma of coffee gets mixed in with the rest and...

Yeah, as she cups your cheeks to deepen the kiss and you wrap your arms around her waist to bring her closer, all you can think of is that she is starting to feel a lot like home too.

I hope I made you interested for more :)