Epilogue
Things seemed to slide back to normal, or as normal as they could be, for everyone at the DEO. Alex and Maggie would be out of commission for at least the next three months but both were improving steadily. One thing that had posed a problem was that neither one of them could go home to their own apartments. The best way for Maggie to get around was going to be a wheelchair and Alex wasn't going to be getting out of bed until her ribs healed. Both would also need physical therapy so Doctor Milo figured it would be best for them to remain at the DEO.
However, NCPD had been bugging J'onn when they could see their detective and he couldn't exactly let them waltz into the DEO. Kara suggested that Maggie could be moved to a rehabilitation unit at the nearby nursing home. This way, the police could visit her when they wanted and Kara could always make sure she got to visit Alex whenever she wanted. Maggie wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea but she agreed since the facility was only about a mile away from the DEO.
"I can hear the gears turning," Mon-El said as he came up behind her. His arms snaked their way around her front and his chin found the top of her left shoulder. They were in her apartment and she had been staring out the window, obviously deep in thought.
"That bad huh?" She asked, leaning into him.
"When smoke comes out of your ears, then we'll call it bad," he chuckled before kissing her neck. She involuntarily shivered knowing where the night would end – in her bed.
"Well nothing I'm thinking of will get in the way of our evening," she promised him.
"Anything you want to talk about?" Mon-El didn't want to stop her from sharing if she needed to.
"Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow. Our enemies have been vanquished, my sister and Maggie are on the mend, Mom is back home on Argo, Dax-Ur has found a place on Argo, and you and I are here together. I can't ask for much else," she smiled and turned around in his arms so they were facing each other. Before they could do anything else though, sirens sounded in the distance.
"Until later then," Mon-El waggled his eyebrows. He let go of her and started to remove his outer layer of clothing, revealing his super suit.
"I'll hold you to it," Kara smirked as she did the same.
The End
A/N: We've reached the end to our story. I'm debating whether to end this series here or to add another story. I'd appreciate your input. :)