Hey everybody, here's another chapter. There is some MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH in this one, and I kind of hate myself for writing it, (I'm a sucker for happy endings), but I hope you guys enjoy reading it anyways.

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Prompt: Alex dies on a mission, how Kara learns to handle life without her. (I've set this story somewhere in season 2/3).

Kara had never thought it would happen like this, she had anticipated it, always known that chances were high for it happening, but not like this.

Not so soon.

Alex had survived so many close calls, so many times where luck was her only savior, that Kara had started to think it would always happen.

They would always find a way out, they would always save each other, they would always make it through. Together.

El Mayarah.

That was what Alex thought when she followed Kara into a collapsing laboratory that contained a bomb.

They had been engaged in a fight with the people responsible for the bomb, but Kara had heard the ticking of the bomb and raced in stop it.

Alex cursed as she followed the fading form of her sister, why did Kara have to do play the hero every time, couldn't she let someone else dive into danger headfirst?

But Kara didn't wait, she did what she had to do protect everyone else.

And Alex followed her.

She always would. She would always follow after Kara just like Kara would follow after Alex.

They would solve the problem together, they always did.

Alex reached the middle of the crumbling structure and found Kara, hunched over a metal container that had wires pouring out of it.

"Supergirl scoot over and let me see," Alex said as she crouched down next to Kara, who shot her head up at her sister's voice.

"Alex you shouldn't be in here, this place is coming down any second," Kara responded. Despite her words, she still moved so Alex could examine the device.

"Well then we better figure out how to get this thing turned off pretty quickly," Alex replied.

Kara rolled her eyes, but didn't argue anymore. She knew there was no point, Alex would stay as long as Kara was here.

"I think I know how stop it," Alex murmured as her fingers picked across the wires of the bomb, separating them into some sort of group.

"Well hurry up, we're almost out of time," Kara said.

With her x-ray vision, she could see inside the device and watch the pieces getting closer to the detonator.

Alex wiped sweat off of her forehead and looked up at Kara, "I need you to do exactly as I say," Alex said, grabbing Kara's head and shoving it so she was looking into the mess of wires surrounding the bomb.

"Shoot your laser eyes right," Alex reached above Kara's head and touched a part of the metal behind all the wires, "Right there, on that piece of silver metal."

"Got it," Kara said, "Ready?"

"Wait," Alex pulled out her knife and held a certain couple of wires, "Ok go."

Kara shot her eyes. She was unsure how long to do it, so she decided to keep going until Alex said to stop.

It took longer than she would've thought, but finally after nothing but silence behind her, Alex yelled to stop.

Kara immediately used her x-ray eyes to look inside the bomb. The inside had stopped moving, the bomb was defused, it worked. But something wasn't right, she still heard a ticking sound.

"I think it worked," Alex said.

Kara turned to see Alex right behind her, holding up the ends of the wires she had sliced.

"I still hear something ticking, but it's not coming from here," Kara said, gesturing to the device behind her.

"What?" Alex said, "I know I did that right, the bomb is defused."

Kara scanned the building, looking for the source of the ticking.

"There's another one, there's another bomb somewhere." Kara murmured as she stood and began searching for it.

"Where?" Alex asked, jumping up, "Where is it at?"

Kara didn't answer, she didn't have time, she still didn't see the bomb and she knew they only had a few seconds.

Using her superspeed she raced off, leaving Alex standing in the middle of the room watching her fly off.

If only Kara had known that was the last time she would see Alex alive.

She would've looked longer.

She would've listened to Alex yelling at her to wait

She would've taken Alex with her.

But she didn't know, so she didn't look and she didn't listen.

Kara followed the ticking in her ear and turned left, the sound got louder and louder and louder until there it was.

Just like the other one, although slightly smaller, was another metal case with wires spilling out around it. Kara used her x-ray vision to see how close it was to blowing up.

Too close. She had less than 2 seconds.

There wasn't time to stop it, but there was time to throw herself at the device, wrapping her arms and legs around the metal to try and take as much of the impact of the explosion as she could.

She just enough time to brace herself, just enough time to wonder if she would be enough of a shield to protect everyone else, just enough time to doubt her decision, before the world lit up in blinding light and scorching pain and pounding sounds, until the world was full of everything, and then it wasn't.

As fast as it had come, everything faded away and there was only nothing.

"Wake up Kara, you need to wake up."

A voice that belonged to someone familiar called out to Kara through the nothing.

"Please wake up Kara."

Kara followed the voice, she felt like she was fighting against all the gravity in the universe, but she kept fighting until her eyes opened and the world came into view around her.

Eliza stood over her, grasping her hand and kissing it before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Kara, hey it's ok sweetie," she murmured as she wiped at the tears in her eyes.

"What-" Kara's voice faltered, she tried to sit up but Eliza gently held her down.

"You need to take it easy, you were hurt very badly. Just relax."

Kara stopped trying to move and instead focused on how she felt for the first time.

It hurt. All of her was aching and pulsing with pain.

"What happened?" she whispered.

Eliza offered her a small smile, looking up at someone else in the room as she took a deep breath.

Kara followed her gaze to see J'onn standing next to her, but there was no one else in the room.

J'onn approached the bed, resting his hand on her shoulder as he spoke.

"You remember fighting at the compound, hearing the bomb?" J'onn asked.

Kara nodded, now that he said it the memories flooded back. The first bomb, the second bomb, diving on it.

"You jumped on top of the bomb, you saved the lives of so many people Kara, but you were hurt badly. You've been in a coma for 2 weeks."

The news hit her like a sledgehammer. Two weeks? What had happened since then?

But that wasn't what Kara questioned J'onn about next because something wasn't right. Alex was in that building, and, unless she was hurt, she should be in this room right now.

"Alex…is she- is she ok?" Kara forced out. Each word burned her throat to say, but she had to know.

Eliza let out a strangled sob, burying her face in the sheets of the bed Kara was in.

A knot formed in Kara's stomach as she turned to J'onn for an explanation.

She wanted him to say that Alex was right outside the door, she had just gone to grab some coffee. But deep down, she knew that wasn't the case.

Eliza's reaction was enough to tell her all she needed to know.

That didn't make it any easier.

"Alex, Alex didn't survive the explosion, I'm so so sorry Kara." He said.

Kara sat up faster than humanly possible, it should've hurt, but Kara couldn't feel anything except the knot in her stomach.

"No, no she's ok. She has to be, she wouldn't die, she didn't die," Kara muttered franticly. This was just a dream, a mean joke, a trick.

Alex wasn't gone.

J'onn reached over to try to calm her down, but Kara shoved his hand away and stood, the floor spinning underneath her unsteady feet.

Eliza stood as well, both her and J'onn slowly approaching Kara, they were both speaking, both with tears in their eyes, but Kara didn't make out what they were saying.

She stepped back away from them, refusing the comfort they were trying to offer because if she accepted it, she'd have to accept the reality that came with it.

"You're lying!" She yelled, hands balling into fists at her side.

Her body was shaking, her legs were trembling, the reality she refused to accept was forcing it's way into her mind, offsetting everything that was once stable.

Kara's legs collapsed at the same time that her mind did, and as her body fell to the floor, caught in the embrace of her foster mother, her world fell apart, crumbling by the construct of 3 words.

Alex was gone.

The funeral was packed. Kara sat in the front row, J'onn on her left and Eliza on her right. The rest of the row was accompanied by close friends and distant family.

People that Kara had never even seen before attended the funeral of Alex Danvers, her sister had made such a big impact on so many people.

Had.

Alex had made a difference, but she never would again. There would be no more lives saved by Agent Danvers, no more friendships made by Alex, no more scientific experiments, no more funny one-liners, no more sisters' night.

There was no more Alex.

The breath Kara drew to calm herself didn't help at all, her mind kept replaying the same thought over and over again.

Alex was gone. Alex was gone. Alex was gone.

Kara would never see her again, never find comfort in her embrace, never hear her words of wisdom, never enjoy the safety of her presence.

Alex was gone.

When the funeral ended and people crowded around Kara to offer condolences that gave no comfort, it was all she could do to not run away.

In the past, at social events where she felt uncomfortable, she would find herself drifting as close to Alex as possible, letting her sister carry the conversation so she didn't have to.

But she couldn't do that anymore.

Alex would never be able to help her again.

Because Alex was gone.

"Are you alright Kara?" Someone asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Kara looked to see Lena watching her, concern etched into her features.

How could her friend ask such a question when it was so very obvious that Kara was not alright, that nothing was alright?

But instead of saying that, Kara just nodded her head and pushed out a shaky, "Yeah, I just need to wash up real fast."

She disappeared into the bathroom, thankful that it was a single stale so no one else would come in, and locked the door.

When she came out 20 minutes later, everyone ignored the puffy eyes and pink nose and just gave her the same sympathetic smile.

They were sharing stories of Alex, mostly funny ones, talking about her like she was just away somewhere and would be back soon. They laughed and joked as they talked, like everything was normal, like everything was fine.

But Kara didn't laugh or smile, because nothing was normal and absolutely nothing was fine.

Alex was gone.

Two weeks had passed since the funeral. Supergirl was seen every day, saving the world.

National city's hero had never more dedicated, but those who saw the hero up close noticed how she didn't smile like she used to, she didn't offer anymore hope-filled speeches, she didn't stay around and comfort the kids who she had helped, she did her job, and flew away.

No one was complaining, who cared if Supergirl was sadder than before, all that mattered was that she helped them, and she was doing that better than ever.

J'onn noticed though, he tried to talk to Kara, to comfort her in some way, but Kara hadn't said Alex's name since the day of the funeral.

It was like she was ignoring the fact that Alex was ever alive to begin with.

Eliza tried to talk to Kara, she called on the weekends and she tried to visit, but Kara always talked briefly before hanging up, and she claimed she was too busy to have any company.

Lena tried to talk to Kara, but Kara ignored her calls and hadn't seen her since the funeral. James, Winn, Nia, and several other people tried to reach out to Kara, but she pushed each of them away.

Alex's lab was still fully intact at the DEO, J'onn had mentioned something to Kara about needing to clean it out, but as soon as he said it, she sternly met his eye and said, "No" before flying off.

J'onn hadn't said anything about it since then.

Eliza had called Alex's apartment complex and let them know what had happened, they were given until the end of the month to clean her apartment out before it would be rented to someone else.

Kara went there every night.

She didn't sleep much, but she laid in the bed that had once belonged to her sister and allowed herself to feel the pain she shoved away during the day.

Kara avoided her sister's grave since the funeral, Eliza had asked her to come with her several times, and J'onn and Lena had both offered to take her, but Kara refused all of them.

One night, as Kara sat on her sister's bed, she decided she wanted to go visit the gravestone, only because she knew she would spend the whole night awake anyways, talking to the walls and asking questions that would never get answered.

Maybe if she was there, she could ask a stone with her dead sister's name on it those same questions, and maybe she would get them answered.

She flew to the gravestone, purposefully landing far enough away that she couldn't make out any of the words.

Even if she didn't know which one was Alex's, she still would've been able to figure it out based off of all the flowers surrounding the grave.

Some of them were old and wilted, but most of them were fresh. Several different people had been here, offering plants to a dead body to give themselves some kind of peace of mind.

Kara didn't see how it could help.

"How could you leave me?" Kara asked as she slowly approached.

Tears already formed in her eyes and she made no attempt to hold them in, not here, in the dark where no one was around to see her fall apart.

"How could you leave me all alone, why didn't you realize what was happening and run away, why did you have to follow me?"

She stood in front of the grave, reading the line that showed the date of Alex's birthday and day she died.

Alex's whole life summed up in two dates. Every single sisters' night, every single karaoke night, every single lazy Saturday, every single crazy week, every single moment of Alex's life, summed up in those dates.

It wasn't fair.

"We were supposed to be in this together," Kara cried, falling to her knees, crushing the flowers around her as she did, "Why didn't I stop you, why didn't I save you, why did you leave me?"

She dropped her head to the dirt and slammed her fist into the ground, she took one gasp of air to try to contain the rising storm inside her, but it didn't help.

Sobbing, she slammed her head against the soft earth over and over, gasping for air as the grief she felt inside forced its way out.

Loss was no stranger to Kara.

She had lost her parents, her friends, an entire world, she had lost the chance to fulfill her parents dying wish, she had lost Mon-el, Jeramiah, and so many other people in her life.

But it never got any easier, she never grew accustomed to the pain.

Alex told that it was a good thing, that it meant she was still able to care about people even after all that loss.

But Kara couldn't imagine how much it would hurt, how much it would burn, how much it would destroy her, to lose Alex.

And now Alex wasn't there to tell her it was ok she felt that way because it meant she really loved her,

Alex was dead.

And Kara didn't ever want to love another person again, she couldn't deal with anymore loss.

She stayed on the ground for a while, soaking the earth with her tears and screaming her questions into another empty place that couldn't give her any answers.

Then she heard footsteps.

Kara looked up to see a woman approach her, and older women with grey hair and a purple coat and the kind of face that makes you feel like you're safe as soon as you're with her.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you, but it looked like you could use some company and I sure don't feel like being alone right now."

Kara looked up at the dark sky, wondering what this woman was doing in the middle of the night talking to a stranger who was sobbing into the grass ten seconds ago.

But instead of asking that, Kara just gave a little nod, not bothering to move at all as the woman sat down next to her.

They sat in silence for a long time, Kara kept waiting for the woman to say something, but she never did.

Finally, curiosity got the best of her and she sat up, wiping dirt and tears off of her face.

"Why are you out here?" Kara asked.

"I come out here sometimes to talk to my husband and my daughter, they're over there." She pointed to another row of gravestones to the left.

Kara expected her to continue, but she never did. Again, curiosity won and Kara asked another question.

"What happened?"

The women looked down, tugging at the sleeves of her coat as she spoke, "Car accident, I was driving, and another car hit the passenger side, killed both of them on impact, the doctor said I was lucky to be alive. I didn't agree with them though, I didn't think I was very lucky at all."

"I'm…so sorry." Kara said, unsure what else to say. She knew personally that saying sorry didn't help, but she didn't know how else to respond.

"Thank you," the woman said genuinely, "What about her?" she asked, pointing at Alex's grave, "Who was she?"

Kara had not talked about Alex with anyone since the funeral, she used to love to tell her friends about her sister, but now she avoided it at all costs.

But here with this woman, Kara didn't feel the need to be so guarded.

Maybe it was because it was a stranger, maybe it was because this woman had already seen her at a weak moment, or maybe there was some other reason that allowed her mind to open up.

Whatever the cause, Kara found it easy to talk about Alex with this woman.

"She was my sister, she died a few weeks ago."

"It doesn't get any easier does it?" The woman asked.

Kara shook her head.

"Would you like me to tell you what I've found out?" The woman asked.

Confused by what she meant, Kara nodded her head, curiosity once again getting the best of her.

"It's been 3 years since the accident, and every single day is still hard. Every morning I wake up to the realization that they're gone, and every night I go to bed in an empty house."

The woman sighed, bringing her head to rest on the palm of her hand before she continued.

"But every day I still get up, and I still live. And even though I feel all this pain, I still feel the good things too. I still get to watch the sun rise, and I still get to make friends and tell jokes and meet strangers, like you. I still live, because I know that's what they would want me to do."

She brought her other hand to comb through her thin hair as she continued to speak, "I know that all of those good things I get to experience make the bad things worth it. You can't have life without pain, you either live and have pain, or you hide away and never get hurt, but you never feel the good things either. I decided I wanted to live, even with that pain."

Kara stared at the woman, unsure how to even begin to respond.

The woman gave her a smile, then turned back and looked forward, her head still resting in the palm of her hand.

They sat in silence for almost an hour, until finally the woman began to stand up.

"Well I've enjoyed being with you, but I'm afraid I must get going. Goodbye."

Kara didn't even get the chance to say goodbye back before the woman was walking away, disappearing into the night as if she had never been there.

That weekend, Kara talked to Eliza a little bit longer than normal, and when Eliza once again asked if she could visit soon, Kara told her she could come by that week.

Later the next week, when Lena asked Kara if she wanted to get lunch, Kara surprised both of them and said yes.

A few weeks after Eliza visited, Kara asked J'onn if he would help her clean out Alex's lab.

They worked together, occasionally finding something funny that got them both laughing and talking.

When Alex's apartment was cleaned out and the keys were turned in, and Kara had to sleep in her own bed, she still sat awake for hours staring at a ceiling, she still cried into her pillow, and she still asked questions to the walls, but now she wasn't angry when she didn't get her answers.

Some questions don't always have answers.

It was slow, and Supergirl never fully returned to the way she had been, but eventually she began to smile again.

She talked to children and spoke to the crowds, she began to act like the beacon of hope that she had always been, just a little more solemnly.

Kara never stopped feeling the pain of Alex's death, the guilt and anger and fear never left her alone.

But each moment she felt those things, she reminded herself that they were worth it, the memories of life with Alex was worth the pain of losing her.

So Kara decided to feel that pain, and live.

Hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading, let me know if you have a prompt you'd like to see. Have a great day/night!