Thank you so much for all the reviews, follows, favorites, and reads. You make my day! Sorry it's taken me some time to update, school's been crazy busy lately. Anyway, the poll has been updated and as you can see, I finally finished this chapter. :) The prompts might have gotten mixed up when I moved them to the poll so if yours isn't there or you have one to submit, let me know and I'd be happy to add it the next time I update!

Thank you to the guest who sent in this awesome prompt. I had a great time writing it and hope you guys enjoy. Alex turns to alcohol after a traumatic event, and Kara is scared because she is reminded of how Alex almost ruined herself due to drinking when she was in college.

"James, what's up?" Kara asked through the phone, curled on the couch with her polka dotted sock clad feet tucked behind her.

"Hey, Kara, I was down on Reynolds Street working on a story when I ran into Alex. She seemed pretty upset about something and was heading into a bar so I…"

Kara felt her stomach flip. "Wait, a bar?" She twisted her fingers around a loose tread from her blanket.

"Yeah, it's a little one, seems kind of rowdy. I've never heard of it before."

Kara sighed and James paused. "What's wrong?"

"She just…" Kara trailed off. "It's nothing. Is she still there?"

"That's the thing," he said. "I decided I would check in and make sure she was okay when I finished. The shoot ran a few hours late so I figured she'd definitely be gone but I checked anyway and she's still here."

Kara closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the couch. Her heart ached. "You're there now?" she asked.

"Yes."

"How's she doing?"

"Honestly, she doesn't look too great. I would have called sooner if I'd known…"

"No, it's fine," Kara said, shaking her head and changing out of her pajamas. "I appreciate you checking on her in the first place. Could you do me one last favor?"

"Of course, Kara."

"Would you stay with her until I get there? I'm on my way now."

"Yeah, I'll be here. Don't worry."

She gave him a sincere thank you as she slipped on her shoes and rushed out the door.

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The traffic was bad and Kara almost wished she'd flown over. Screw secret identities, she thought, as the car crept down the street.

"Come on," she yelled, hitting the steering wheel with her hand. She dragged her fingers through her hair, loosening her ponytail before tugging it out with a frustrated sigh as the car got stuck at another light. "Come on, come on, come on," she murmured, unable to still her shaking leg.

She was tense with worry as she pulled off the road and swerved into the first parking spot outside the bar. She yanked out the keys, locked the car, and shoved the door closed.

Smoke and boisterous chatter clouded her senses as she entered the bar. With a cough, she pressed on the tips of her toes and scanned the room for Alex.

"Kara."

She heard James' voice and turned to find him at her side. "Hey," she said, looking over his shoulder for Alex.

"She's over there," he said and Kara followed his gaze until she spotted Alex, sitting up the bar, nursing a shot between her hands. "I couldn't get her to stop. I'm sorry."

"You did everything you could and I'm so thankful," Kara said, finally looking him in the eyes.

"It was nothing. You'll be good here?"

Kara nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you then," he said, giving her a soft smile. "I hope Alex feels better."

"Thank you," Kara said, bidding him goodnight before heading to her sister.

Kara tried to keep Alex in her sight as she moved through the crowded bar. She flinched and ducked her head every time her shoulder collided with the firm, broad bodies of the people frequenting the bar. They passed with a scowl, hard faces shooting dirty looks at Kara.

Despite all the badass, tough things Kara had seen Alex do, the blonde felt a surge of worry at the thought of Alex spending hours alone in the bar, drunk and surrounded by people she didn't know.

Alex didn't belong there. Alex wasn't supposed to be calloused, she shouldn't be there.

Kara felt sick. Alex was going to ruin herself again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kara asked.

Alex looked up slowly, tears glimmering in her eyes as she glanced at her sister. She wiped at her cheeks, rough enough to leave red marks and sober enough to feel shame burning in her stomach. "Screw off, Kara," Alex said, tilting her head back and downing the rest of her drink.

"Another please," Alex called to the bartender, lifting her glass.

Kara pushed Alex's hand back down and looked at the bartender, forcing a polite smile. "She's done. We'll take the tab please."

Alex shoved Kara's hand off her arm. "What the hell was that for?"

"You do not need any more of that," Kara said, pulling Alex's empty cup out of her grasp.

"Yeah, well mind your own business. I'm a big girl. I get to make my own decisions." Alex hiccupped and let out a sob, breaking her cold gaze as she glanced around the bar.

"Alex, what on earth is going on with you?" Kara asked, softening at the sound of her sister's tears.

"Dad died tomorrow ten years ago," Alex answered.

"Oh." Kara felt a lump forming in her throat. "Right."

Alex leaned against the bar, the old, dark walnut wood pressed, rough, into her skin. It felt like she was drowning. Like she was screaming for help and no one could hear her. "Doesn't matter to you."

Kara swallowed the sting of her sister's comment. She'd seen Alex drunk and hurting before. It nearly characterized the brunette's college years. It had threatened to take her grades and her dreams and her career. It had been so close to taking her life, too. "He wouldn't want this, Alex. Jerimiah wouldn't want this."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Like you would know." All she could see was her dad walking out that door for the very last time, and never coming back. Sometimes it felt like a piece of her had gone with him and never returned either. Like it had died by his side; died right there with him.

"I know that he loved you so much and he wouldn't want to see you throw your life away. Not here, not like this." Kara put money down for Alex's drinks and looked back at her sister. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Alex mumbled a series of curses and stumbled behind Kara out of the bar. Her foot caught on the last step of the stairs, she collapsed forward, dirt from the road blowing into her face and caking her palms as she broke her fall.

Kara spun around and was on her knees in an instant to check on Alex. "Are you okay?"

Kara offered a hand to Alex, but the oldest Danvers pushed it away. She looked at Kara, really holding her gaze for the first time that night and Kara could see the brokenness in Alex's watery brown eyes. "Lexie…" Kara whispered, moving to pull her sister into a hug.

"Go away," Alex yelled, hitting Kara with weak, uncoordinated limbs. "I d-don't want you he-here. Leave me alone," she sobbed.

Inching closer, Kara wrapped her arms around Alex. "It's okay, Lex. You're okay."

"No it's not," she screamed, her fists loosening as she dropped her arms and fell against Kara, leaning into her touch. "It's not okay. It's never okay."

"Shh. It will be okay, Alex. It will. I promise." Kara stood, carrying both of their weight as she held Alex against her, supporting the brunette's shaking legs.

"An agent got shot t-tonight. He has a daughter around o-our ages when Dad died. The man almost died and I c-couldn't do anything. I just froze, and now he-he's in the hospital and we… we don't even know if he's g-going to make it."

"Oh, Alex," Kara sighed and held Alex tighter against her. "I'm sure he'll be okay."

"I don't know." Alex shrugged helplessly, bottom lip quivering and tears flowing down her cheeks. A mirror image of how she'd looked ten years ago, when the news had come in the middle of the night, ripping Alex from dream.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I didn't mean it."

"I know," Kara said, rubbing circles on Alex's back.

"Kara, I miss him," Alex sobbed, her voice cracking as she continued. "I want Dad back, I want him back. Why'd he have to go? Why'd he have to leave us? It's not fair."

"I don't know, Lex," Kara said, pressing her lips against the top of Alex's head. "I really don't. But I know he would have tried everything he could have to come back to us. To come back to you. He loved you, Alex."

"He loved you, too." Alex sniffled, nestling her face against Kara's collarbone. "Remember when you got here, and one of the first things he did was teach you how to throw a spiral?"

Kara nodded, a smile forming on her lips. "I'll never forget."

"And you thought football was so weird, because you'd never seen it on Krypton," Alex said, whispering as the night enveloped her words, keeping them safe between her and her sister. "But you'd watch games with us anyway."

"Alex, I hate to break it to you, but I still think football is weird." Kara said and felt her sister smile. "I liked when we would all look at stars together, especially when we were camping. Look," Kara pulled back a bit from Alex and pointed at the sky. "There's Orion, it always reminds me of Jerimiah. I think it might have been his favorite; he always found it before looking for any other constellations."

"Nah," Alex said, laughing softly as a wide smile pulled across her face. "It was the only one he actually knew. He made up the rest the first time we went camping with you."

Kara's mouth dropped open. "He did not."

"Mhmm," Alex nodded. "He totally did. He wanted to impress you and make sure you were comfortable, he was so nervous that you wouldn't feel welcomed when you first came. When he saw how much you loved stars, he just kind of went with it, I guess. And then you and I ended up liking them so much that, no one ever corrected him."

"So the banana monkey constellation isn't real? Or the spaceship one?" Kara asked, amusement and disbelief etched across her face.

"Sorry," Alex said with a sheepish smile.

"The cowboy?"

"All but Orion."

"Huh," Kara pouted. "Well, Jerimiah constellations are way better than normal constellations anyway."

Alex looked thoughtfully into the sky. "Yeah, they are."

"Alex?"

"Yeah?" she responded as they slipped into Kara's car, the headlamps lighting the road in front of them as they pulled away from the bar.

"You really scared me today."

"I know." Alex took one of Kara's hands off the wheel, giving it a squeeze. "I'm really sorry."

"You said that when you were in college and you swore you weren't going to drink like you were again." Kara brushed her thumb over Alex's hand, keeping her eyes on the empty road.

Alex ran her other hand through her short hair. "I know," she repeated softly. "I'd been doing so well for so long and then today happened and I ruined everything."

"Not everything." Kara linked eyes with Alex, offering her sister a comforting smile. "You just got a little lost in your sadness, but it'll be okay. Just no more drinking. That stuff is the worst," Kara said and Alex gave a small smile.

Easy silence stretched between them as Kara focused on the road and Alex looked out at the buildings as they passed, blurs of lights and signs.

"How do you do it?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.

"Do what?" Kara pulled her eyes from the street and stole a quick glance at Alex.

"You've lost so much… your planet, your parents, Jerimiah… how do you stay so you? So nice and loving and hopeful."

"Well, I didn't have to do any of it alone. I had you." Kara pulled into her apartment's parking garage, looking at Alex with warmth and sweetness shining in her eyes. "And tonight, we're having a sister sleepover to help you remember that you don't have to do any of this alone either, because you have me."

Alex couldn't do anything but pull her sister into a hug, ready to hold on forever, if that's what it took to show how much she loved Kara and how grateful she was to have a sister that could always show her home.