PERSONAL LOG: CAPT. ALEX DANVERS

- Superfriends -

"…Only minor injuries really. Plus, we picked up this guy, Lincoln? He's one of the most impressive fighters I've ever met, and-"

"And what, pray tell, is this?" A sleek woman stepped into frame, boarding six feet with looks to rival human beauty stars. Alex rolled her eyes, turning in her chair to regard the women.

"Talking to my family Ve."

The women squinted at the camera, a slow grin dragging up her lips. "Oh, the famous remainder of your triad? Or the… charming sister I hear so much about?"

"Say a single inappropriate thing about my sister," arching an eyebrow, she playfully growled. "I dare you."

"Ohhh, so prickly!"

Laughing she asked, "did you need something, Ve?"

"No, no –" She slipped around the chair, coming to the other side and tipping her body backwards, so that she was dramatically lane across the both arms, in the Captain's lap. "Just wanted to see what all the fuss is about!"

Alex arched an eyebrow, resting one hand on her stomach, the other reaching behind to grab the back of the chair. "The fuss?"

"Oh yeah, you should hear them out there," she pitched her voice upwards. "Oh no, Ve, she JUST got back from the rescue! I couldn't possibly check the console now! Not while the Captain talks to-" sitting up, forehead knocking into Alex's chin as she raised her head to look into the camera, causing the Captain to blink in shock. "Who are you talking to anyway?"

"My family?" She reiterated, still bewildered.

"You mean, aside from us?"

They'd talked about it. Like rational, adult women.

Maggie had learned from her mistakes with Alex, and she and Lucy had been getting better at communicating their feelings. Didn't mean she liked it, but whatever.

So, she persevered, and they'd talked about Valentine's day. Only Alex had been privy to the story last year, Lucy not quiet at the same emotional stage with the Detective. Or, more willing than Alex to respect the boundaries Maggie set. So, when Alex and her had their collision, Lucy'd been distanced from the whole thing.

Which is why, on February 7th, Maggie sat down and slowly explained why she didn't want to celebrate. She stoically told the story of her coming out, gritting her teeth through every word, and how she came to live her with aunt. She even expanded where she had previously cut herself off.

You shamed me, had Lucy tugging her closer, hand disappearing into long hair. That was the last thing my father said to me had Lucy adding to her kill list, silently seething even as she pressed her lips to Maggie's temple.

Maggie even talked about her aunt – how she'd been difficult that first year, truly expecting her father to come back around, tell her she'd learned her lesson. But when she realized that she could never go back, would never be the kid that he wanted (Lucy's grip tightened) she'd thrown herself into school. Recognizing she needed a scholarship to get as far away from Nebraska as possible.

She'd even managed a smile when she explained, on her seventeenth birthday, how'd she'd come home with her acceptance to Gotham State, and a Name Change form. How her aunt had cried when she asked if she could be a Sawyer too.

Even if Alex had managed to make it something else, Maggie just couldn't do a day tainted by her two biggest tragedies. So, Lucy had agreed – Valentine's day would be a non-event.

Instead, they both planned to be at work on the 14th. Maggie was doing a double, covering for a recently married friend who wanted the day with his wife. Lucy agreed to supervise a prison transfer, which would take her right through into the wee hours of the morning.

However, Maggie had been watching the younger Danvers for months now. Ever since Mon-El returned to his planet, she'd been getting closer and closer and closer to a particular CEO. While Lena's interest was clear as fucking day, Maggie was pretty sure dumbass was a Danvers family trait. Kara had no idea.

So, sharing her meddling plans with Lucy resulted in a Galantines Day – dragging Lena and Kara over for dinner on the 13th. The couple cooked, while the other (not) couple enjoyed a drink at their counter, chatting amicably. Lena had become an absolute staple in their little friend group – even though Kara hadn't officially made her a Superfriend.

"Any Valentine's Day plans Lena?" Lucy asked, oh so innocently. The CEO narrowed her eyes just a little around her smirk, taking another drink. Kara's suddenly became too casually uninterested.

"Why, are you offering?"

"Well, if Maggie doesn't mind sharing," she shot back. Kara's ears went pink, and she took a much too large mouthful of wine.

"Maggie would like to be kept out of your weird foreplay," Maggie called from the stove, laughter in her voice.

"Aw babe," Lucy turned, catching her girlfriend's hips. "You sure you don't want in? I think we could show Luthor a good time," she pressed a kiss to the exposed plane of neck, her hair pulled up in a bun.

"Oh, I know we could," Maggie pressed back into the heat, feeling Lucy smile against her skin. "But I think I'm going to keep you to myself."

"Rao, you're all so weird," Kara finally interrupted, adjusting her glasses with too much vigor.

"Actually, I think they're rather cute," Lena responded, eyeing the happy couple.

"You should have seen them with Alex," Kara muttered to Lena, smiling just faintly when the couple started to work around each other, plating food. "They were disgusting."

"Alex is the sappiest of the three of us," Lucy concedes, picking up on the conversation. It made her heart throb, just once, at the thought of their missing third. But that pain was no longer debilitating. The sharp edges had softened with time.

"Alex Danvers?" Lena quirked one eyebrow. "Special Agent Alex Danvers? The women who stepped between me and a bullet?"

"The one and only," Maggie replied, handing over plates so they could relocate to the table.

"Do tell," Lena offered.

In the beginning, when Lena started to really integrate with the group, she'd avoided bringing up the missing women. After all, her mother was part of the reason she was missing. Plus, Luthor's coping mechanisms generally included mass death and destruction or avoidance, so she went with option B.

But it hadn't taken long to realize that Kara wanted to talk about her. That her friends enjoyed the excuse to tell stories about their friend to someone who'd never heard them. That pretending Alex didn't exist just made them feel alone in their grief. Thus, gradually, she'd started to find ways of asking. Giving them openings to talk about their missing loved one without it being what the whole evening was about. She suspected, based on the look in everyone's eyes, that this was a deeply appreciated decision.

"Alex came late to the whole… queer relationship thing," Maggie explained, steeling her beer back from Lucy with a smirk.

"You two were her first proper relationship, right?" Lena asked, recalling an ancient conversation with Kara. At their nod, she smirked. "Way to go Agent Danvers."

Lucy smirked back (noting that Kara adjusted her glasses at the comment), nodding in agreement. "Go big or go home was kind of her philosophy."

Maggie rocked their shoulders together in admonishment, but the smile never wavered. "I figured it was 'cause everything was new and shiny – that she'd eventually get oversaturated and stop being so… gooey."

Kara snorted, almost choking on her wine. "Alex is a secret marshmallow."

"Under a Kevlar crust," Lucy agreed.

"But she was just so excited by everything. Relationship wise. So happy to just wake up in the morning to us being there. Lucy remembering she likes honey in her coffee, or me stealing her clothes. Just the small stuff, ya know? Made her all…"

"Happy," Kara added, tone dampened just a little, but no less warm.

"But she never got bored with it," Maggie shrugged, taking another sip of her beer, and automatically handing it to Lucy (despite her insistence that wine was the correct beverage for this meal). "Even after months. She was still this soft sap."

Kara smiled, reaching a hand into the middle of the table to get the couples attention. "She loved you guys."

"The feeling was mutual, LD," even if the words had never been spoken. That was the one thing that they'd yet to accept. Eleven months wore away the expectation that she'd just arrive home, that they'd find some new clue, that a solution would present itself. They'd accepted their reality. But this was the one thing the couple had yet to let go of. That they may never get the chance to tell Alex Danvers how they felt-

That they may never get the chance to tell Alex Danvers how they feel about her.