Earp Of A Time!

Chapter One

Alex Danvers sighed as she got up from her cramped position up front and walked back up the gangway towards the back of the truck. She wasn't going to lie, she had never felt the lack of government support more than she did now.

For the umpteenth time ever since she got the cargo on the truck did she curse her pride for not giving into Kara's pleas to let Lena help them fund the Superfriends.

But Alex still had reservations about the youngest Luthor. Not unfounded, of course, given the events of the past year, but being on the road, cross country for a day and a half in a swaying truck, with no cloud in the sky and a broken air conditioner...? Suffice it to say Alex was really railing against her prouder sensibilities by the end of the first day.

Of course it wasn't only her pride that had gotten her into this mess. As she thought about her ex-girlfriend probably packing up her things as the truck got farther away from National City she felt a deep pang of loneliness and regret.

Kelly and her had probably the most amicable breakup in breakup history but the thought left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. What the fuck was an amicable split worth anyway? She thought back to her split with Maggie and it was same a couple of disagreements and they were calling off the wedding. She had always asked herself why Maggie hadn't taken a stronger stance against her ideas for their future.

Sure she had been heartbroken at the idea of having no kids in her future but she had expected Maggie to fight for what they had. Instead she had accepted Alex's naive decision and refused to challenge her accepting the canceling of their future.

The same had happened with Kelly a few weeks ago when Alex had refused to give up helping Kara and make more time for her. Sure Kelly still didn't know who Supergirl was but the argument had started after Alex had arrived home with a bruise from a bullet that had been stopped by her vest.

While Kelly had brought up some valid points about her being reckless and Supergirl being the bulletproof one, when Alex had put her stubborn foot down her girlfriend had immediately backed off, but a week later Kelly had calmly offered her an ultimatum to stop her nighttime activities now that she was no longer DEO or lose her.

She had been given two days to decide. Of course Kara immediately told her to leave the super heroing to her and concentrate on fixing her and Kelly's future but Alex had ground her teeth because once again her she was being offered a choice but it was just as lifeless as her last split.

Ultimatums and compromise? Where was the passion? The want to fight for what they had? Kara and Lena weren't even together and yet their rift earlier in the year had so much passion, pain and love that they almost destroyed the world fighting each other. And it seems to Alex that her own relationships didn't have enough life to warrant a thrown vase or two.

As a woman of action Alex couldn't help but feel kind of disappointed that her relationships didn't have the fire for a good blownout fight with angry make up sex thrown in the mix.

As it was she had texted Kelly her answer within the day through angry and bitter tears and with the new job falling into her lap, asked her to pick up her stuff while she was away.

Now here she was transporting goods for a shadowy government organization wishing to all hell that she had had the sense to swallow her pride and had gone to Luthor for help instead of going grunt duty for the type of organizations that she'd been a commander of mere months ago.

Hello?

She almost missed it. Almost. But she wasn't a highly trained Agent for nothing. Instead Alex turned around and aimed her sidearm directly at the source of the voice she had heard.

Please...?

There it was again. And it hadn't moved. Alex walked over and passed it turning and pointing at the other end of it and waited.

Can you help me...?

She took a deep breath as the confirmation came. She was right.

Please. Please. Can you help me? I'm stuck in here.

But the weird thing was that the voice was coming from their cargo. The box that she was supposed to be escorting

They h-hurt Gus. They took me from my room! P-Please help me. I can't move. I'm really sorry. Can you please help me!

But the weirder thing was that the voice wasn't coming from the box to her ears. No. The voice was coming out of the box and into her head. And it was terrified.


Lucifer walked back over to the bar to pour himself another drink, his mind was heavy with his father's final words.

Chloe had left a while ago and although her audience with his father had assuaged her of her doubts of him, she had needed time with her daughter to come to grips with her new reality. He understood, The Devil was one thing; an audience with God himself was another.

As he wondered about her discussion with his dad, his own words with the old man came back to the forefront. He looked down at the cloth clutched in his hand depicting a triangle covering an expanse of land mass interspersed with patches of lakes and the sea. Thee points marking a triangle similar to his namesakes triangle back near Cuba. He had taken care of that breach a while ago but it seemed that humans and their rituals knew no bounds.

According to his research via a couple of quick favor cash ins, the Ghost River Triangle, located at the edge of the United States of America and smak dab in jolly old Canada was a place where the edges of Hell and the mortal realm was paper thin. Something to do with deals being made by witches and warlocks a couple of hundred years back with Demon guardians down under. This was interesting to him because any deal made down below was a deal made with him and Lucifer certainly had not approved of any such deal of memory served him well.

Once he understood exactly what was going on in the Ghost River Triangle he finally realized his dad's newest ploy. While he didn't doubt his dad's initial reason for sending him there, it became abundantly clear that he was also being sent to Canada to fix his own mess. Rolling his eyes Lucifer resisted the urge to throw his glass at the mirrored shelfs in front of him, he could only stand so much broken glass under his feet.

'Travel to the Ghost River Triangle. On the ninth day of your arrival, your scion you shall meet. Another of your brothers has sired there as well. Together they will decide the fate of Purgatory.'

Lucifer shook his head and walked to his bed. As if shit wasn't cryptic enough, his dad was also speaking in riddles. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was actually a father and had been for the past twenty plus years without knowing about it. He wondered who she looked like the most. When his dad had brought back up the image of her mother he had remembered her. She had been interesting, His devotee of course but also sensible and smart. He had enjoyed himself for those two weeks, she had done what rarely anyone who wasn't a hot blonde/brunette detective, had managed to do and capture his attention and keep it for a while.

Picking up the wedding invite, another gift from dear old dad, he flipped it over and over in his hand as he took another swig.

As Lucifer thought about the idea of meeting his daughter in less than two weeks he felt an odd sense of calm settle around him. About seven years ago he had left Hell to take a vacation up Earth. Chloe had been a part of that decision whether either of them knew that or not but here was another piece of the puzzle that seemed to fit in perfectly. His daughter? This was going to be interesting.


Alex relaxed a smidge as Vasquez walked over to her. Her eyes were still fixed on the locked box in the middle of the trailer. She came in close recognizing the ever familiar vigilant stance of her boss through years of experience working beside her. She leaned in and frowned at Alex asked her if she was hearing something in her head.

When Vasquez gave her a dubious glance she nodded towards the crate and said. "Look at the box and see if you can hear something.".

The younger former Agent complied and waited. A minute later she just shook her head apologetically.

Alex huffed. "Well I can, and for the last five minutes she has been begging me to let her out. She sounds young. Very young. Like a child, Susan."

Vasquez looked from Alex to the box deliberating for a moment before deciding. "I'll take your lead," she said decisively. She glanced around at their team, Hix and Hartmann being the only two other than Vasquez who had decided to stick with Alex when she left the DEO. The other two newbies had come with the job and they were supposed to defer to the two, Taylor and Braxton, if a situation arose.

Looking at Alex and her behavior as she glanced agitatedly back and forth from the crate, Vasquez knew this was quickly becoming a situation.

Alex nodded at her gratefully. "I'm gonna talk to Braxton, you take point from here and don't let anyone near this box till I'm done talking to them."

Vasquez didn't even consider questioning the direct order, while they were technically no longer part of a command center hierarchy Alex Danvers would always remain her commanding officer.

She nodded and walked to the wall of the trailer, leaning against it and making sure her gun was well withing reach as she fixed her gaze on the box, unconsciously willing the voice in Alex's head to speak to her to just so she could collaborate Danvers story but her head remained silent.

It took surprisingly less time than she expected before Alex came walking out of the front section of the trailer with Braxton, his hands tied behind him and Hix and Hartmann dragging Taylor with them. Both of them were struggling and spewing insults at Alex who was ignoring them.

Danvers dragged Braxton to the box and threw him into the edge of the crate causing his hip to connect with the corner and a fresh spiel of swear words to erupt from his unruly mouth.

"Open it," said Alex as menacingly as she had ever sounded.

Braxton spat at Alex's feet. "Fuck you."

Vasquez was a second late than Alex as she drove the butt of her gun across his face making the man spit blood this time around.

"Don't make me ask again," she warned getting ready for another strike.

"You don't understand what you're dealing with!" he screamed at Alex who remained unmoved.

"I'll ask nicely one more time," she threatened.

"I can't!" he admitted then a smug smile on his face. "It's locked with a combination Issa ponly they know and there isn't a keypad on it to enter. The device to open the box and the code is all with them. Do what you want with us bitch!" he spat again. "But you'll never get this box open!"

There was a pregnant pause before both Vasquez and Alex realized that the scumbag was being honest. Alex whipped out her cellphone.

Braxton snickered. "Phone? What do you think we are, amateurs? There's a signal jammer with the driver, and he'll die before he gives it up. Face it, you can't do anything, he won't stop the truck and the door will only open once we arrive, and after that..." He glanced at his colleague tied up across from him. "This will not go unpunished."

Vasquez and Alex shared a grim look at the reality of the situation even as Alex turned her head to look back at the box once more and Vasquez knew that the child was speaking to her again.

For a second Alex hesitated before smirking at Braxton. "Wanna bet?" she asked him as she flipped over the face of her watch. "What you fuckers and your bosses haven't yet realized, is who exactly they are dealing with." And she pressed the emergency button signaling for the biggest gun that they had.


Kara and Lena stared across at each other as they sat at their favorite restaurant, trying to be casual, trying to be normal and yet also tremendously aware about the elephant in the room. About the chasm that they both had dug between their once close friendship.

They both kept glancing at each other then looking away, nervous, jittery. It was like they were on a first date except that they weren't. They were just out to dinner. Well the first that they had after reconciling. With Lex going to ground and everything that happened with Obsidian, Rama Khan, Eve and Andrea this was the first time in a long time that the two former friends had a chance to sit down.

Actually a possible first time had already been chanced upon two weeks ago only for them both making up feeble excuses just to avoid their confrontation. Eventually though when all the excuses had run out they did decide on a place and a date. And here they were. Two former friends, former enemies, future... what? They didn't even know.

Kara glanced over at Lena picking at her salad and her smile dropped, she wondered if all Lena saw when she looked at her was her House Crest. Will she ever look at her like she used to? Kara doubted it but she needed Lena in her life, in any capacity she could offer. That's why she was here and not already home wallowing the loss of their relationship over potstickers and ice cream. She looked back down at her burger deciding to cut it up instead of wolfing it down like she used to, she was self conscious enough as it was.

Lena looked up as Kara picked up the knife and fork and cut her burger into quarters and took a bite out of one of them. She frowned as she realized that Kara was no longer comfortable around her and bit back the pickling of tears that threatened to spill at the thought of having ruined such an important relationship to the point where evey interaction between them was treated with care lest the other take offense at the slightest provocation.

Sighing Lena decided to speak up, even when she didn't even know what she would say, but she didn't even get the chance as a familiar flinch came across Kara's face, a flinch that she could now put a name to, and Kara confirmed it a second later.

"Alex's watch just went off!" she exclaimed glancing apologetically at Lena as she pulled out her phone and swiped frowning. "She's across the Canadian border...?" Kara half asked half told her. "Near Calgary, darn it I told her this job was a bad idea!" she muttered to herself as she got up.

Lena pushed aside her meal as well, standing up with the hero.

"Lena I'm sorry but..."

"Your sister needs you Kara," stated Lena firmly, and she surprised herself with how devoid of bitterness the statement was. "Don't apologize, we'll pick this up later." she said glancing at their abandoned dinner. "Whatever this was," she muttered realizing belatedly that Kara could actually hear her comments to herself. Had always been able to hear those remarks. She watched as Kara's sheepish smile froze on her face for a second and she was ashamed of the amount of satisfaction she found in catching the blonde off guard. She turned around to snatch up her bag from the floor but was caught off guard by the gentle hand holding her back.

Freezing in her tracks she turned around to face earnest deep blue eyes. "Lena," she asked softly. "I might need your help? In my ear? If this is a mission, I could use your guidance."

Lane glanced from her eyes to her hand at Lena's elbow and she wondered once again how she had managed to drudge up so much hatred in her heart to go against this angel before her. Her heartbeat sped up and the only thing that sobered her up was the fact that she probably wasn't the only one who realized what her treacherous heart had done. Nodding decisively she broke contact again to gather herself and her bag before straightening up.

"Of course I'll help," she assured the hero strongly. "Just drop me off at he tower and I'll link up to your comms on your way to... Canada, did you say?" Kara nodded. "Well then," she replied with a smile that she almost half felt, as they walked out of the restaurants side entrance. "Up Up and Away Kara Zor-El."


It took three minutes before the back tires started squeeling. Alex had predicted this maneuver from her sister as any other avenue served to hurt the occupants of the trailer.

As the truck slowed down, it's horse power no match for a Kryptonians strength, she knew that Kara would take out the tires once the vehicle slowed down enough making it impossible for the truck to go anywhere.

Almost like clockwork there's was a crunching sound as the back ramp of the trailer pulled away revealing her smiling sister tossing aside the scrunched up bit of metal before zooming inside the trailer scanning every inch of the trucks interior before stopping in front of Alex. She glanced down at the idiot with the split lip, who was watching her with his jaw agape, in slight confusion before her smile lit up again. She saluted goofily and grinned.

"You called oh fearless leader?" she asked before breaking down in giggles. Alex exchanged an exasperated glance with her second before gesturing to the two idiots she had captured.

"They played us, the package is a kid, had to call it off, can't get the box open."

The minute a kid was mentioned Kara straightened up, a scowl marring her features as she glared down at the dumbfucks who had messed with the wrong superhero team.

Kara glanced at the box giving it a once over. "I can't see through it," she seemed to mumble to herself before looking back at Alex. "Is the driver with them?" she asked seriously. At Alex's nod she took both Taylor and Braxton by the scruff of their necks. "Then let me just make sure these boys don't cause anymore trouble before I open that box up," without waiting for a response she flew off and there was a crunching of metal on metal as she imagine how exactly Kara was securing their prisoners. Frankly Alex didn't feel an inch of sympathy for child traffickers, much less scums who had almost made her unwittingly become one as well.

Soon enough Kara was back, cute grin back in place and was again mumbling to herself. At Alex's confused look she tapped her ear.

"I've got Lena on comms," she offered ignoring Alex's raised eyebrows as she settled across from her sister and on the other side of the box. They waited as Kara studied the box. "Well as I said; I can't see through it but considering the boys outside weren't ready for me, I'm guessing the lead lining isn't there for me."

Alex shrugged as Vasquez did a quick sweep of the rest of the truck coming up empty. Alex could have told Susan that Kara would have checked it out already but she certainly didn't want to discourage her people from being thorough.

"There's plenty of reasons to line things with lead."

Kara nodded. "Yup, it's dense enough to muffle sounds, can block out various frequencies and radiation and it's also stable enough for transportation purposes." At Alex's look she tapped her ear again and mouthed 'Lena' and shrugged.

Alex shook her head, it was like having the both of them here , she couldn't decide if she liked it or not. Probably not.

"So Lena suggests and I'm sure you'll agree that cutting the box open with heat vision is probably not the best idea," Alex barely refrained from rolling her eyes at her sister, "But she also advises against brute force since we don't know exactly what is inside the box aside from the child."

"Is this, you and Lena tandem speak, going to be a thing from now on?" Alex asked already fed up with the second hand nerd speak from her sister.

Kara grinned widely. "Oh I hope so! Lena you can be my guy in the chair! We'll have to come up with a code name for you." She punched her fist into her palm. "Shoot all the best ones are already taken. Darn you Team Arrow and Flash!"

"Kara!" Alex barked out, groaning at the sheer annoyance her sister had the ability to bring out of her.

"Right!" said Kara smiling wider and leaping into action. She grabbed all of her team including Alex herself and flew them out of the truck and dumped then gently next to the creeps she had folded into capture with the ramp of the truck trailer.

"I can't risk it if there's radiation!" she hurriedly explained. "Back in a jiff!" And she was gone.

Two seconds later, she barely had a chance to open her mouth before they were all back in the truck. Hix folded over as the vertigo got to him and lost his lunch while Kara pranced around the box her hands on her hips as she almost skipped next to then.

"No radiation!" she said cheerfully. "I used my nails to cut a lid at the top of the box! I hadn't got a chance to clip them recently and lead is like paper to me so yay!" she cheered raising two fists in the air.

Alex nodded. "Tell Lena thanks," she said instantly deflating her sisters celebration as she stepped closer to the box and gently shifted the lid aside. It was still heavy and Kara finally took pity and pushed it off the top with her pinky.

Alex watched with bated breath as the container was opened realizing belatedly that it had been a while since she had heard the kid speak to her.

And even though she knew it, the reveal was shocking nonetheless. There in front of her eyes, submerged in a greenish suspension fluid, oxygen mask over her mouth, lay a little girl no more than five years old, with long flowing dark locks and a thin frame, covered in a one piece head to toe bathing suit and eerily still.

Following the tubing attached to her mask Alex breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the oxygen supply pump in the corner read well above 50%. The monitor next to it gave off her vitals as normal and possibly in REM sleep. So that's why she couldn't hear her any more.

"I wonder who she is," whispered Kara looking down at the girl with her heart in her eyes.

Alex followed her gaze and smiled down at the girl. "Oh didn't I say?" she asked her sister. "She already told me who she is. Kara Danvers, meet Alice Michelle Gibson."


Just discovered Wynonna Earp a few weeks ago and binged every available episode as soon as I could.

Once I was done naturally I tried to figure out the best way to cross Wynonna over with my other favorite TV shows and this is what was born.All feedback appreciated. Cheers!