"You two really didn't need to walk me al the way over here." Maggie reminds more because for the last block and a half the one she knew as Agent Vasquez had been grumbling under her breath but keeping her volume low enough that Maggie was having difficulty catching any actual words.

"It's no trouble." J'onn waves off only to be stopped by a hard tug backward by the sleeve of his jacket by his fourth favored of his Earth daughters, only slightly demoted by the three Danvers siblings. Not that Vaz seemed at all upset by this the few times he'd brought it up always giving an indifferent "I'm on the list. That counts for something." Before getting back to the matter at hand. These days it's updating J'onn on any development about his other adoptive children in need of help in the field as she takes point with things back at the DEO hub.

"Why are you being nice to her?" Susan demands "The truth." She adds before J'onn could do more than inhale a breath to speak against the simmering anger almost tangible in the air around them as Vaz's eyes glare into his own.

Maggie was once again absorbed completely in typing away on her phone, but she'd at least paused on the sidewalk to wait for them to finish talking amongst themselves. And once again almost unconsciously shifted the duffle bag she was still carrying into yet another position against her back.

"She hasn't read it." J'onn says simply smoothing a hand reflexively against where the letter in question now rested in the inside pocket of his own jacket that to anyone (Maggie herself should she think to look up from her cell phone screen) would only seem to be a human man fussing over the lay of his jacket in the changing flux in the weather from morning to afternoon in National City.

He didn't need to hear her thoughts to pick up the blunt 'you're lying' shout Vaz was directing at him. The hardened set of her jaw was all he'd need for that. "It's not like she could hide something like that from me, Susan." He reminds tapping a finger against his temple. Already he was getting a larger headache than normal mostly because of Vaz's current boiling anger as her eyes dart from J'onn to Maggie and back again.

"It's not some trophy to her. It's…" he pauses searching around the throbbing ache in his head for the right Earth word before he settles on the easiest.

"It's heartache but it's also hope. It's pain but at the same time it's possibilities." J'onn tries his best to explain

"The only possibility she can hope for is I don't break that pretty face of hers if she thinks I'm letting her near Alex or anyone in our family for that matter ever again." What surprised J'onn the most wasn't the lack of anger of Susan Vasquez's promise but how bluntly honest it was as her gaze holds his own.

"Now come on, we need to go catch up too little miss detective heartbreak before she walks into traffic or something." Vaz says not giving her surrogate alien father much time to breathe as she jerks her chin towards the now shrinking figure of Maggie's back farther up the street than J'onn had originally thought.

"No."

Too late J'onn picks up on the panic washing out all other thoughts from her mind when his hand mirrored Maggie's own in brushing against his jacket in the same place the letter that was currently hidden inside his own should have been in hers.

"Stop her." He orders when after a much less fleeting check of her hiding place Maggie blindly wheels around to face them. Panic and anger. Guilt and dread clear on her face as she thunders back down the sidewalk at top speed.

"Easy there Gollum." Vaz steps in or tries to at least but the best she was able to grab in the frenzy of movement was the strap if the duffle bag Maggie was carrying jerking it awkwardly from the shorter woman's shoulder before the opening of a door does the actual work of stopping the rushing woman for her

"Hang on a sec, Ry Ry. Let me go outsi….." Alex starts to say only for the blurred figure of someone sprinting down the sidewalk trying to dodge around her when she opens the door.

The motion of the move forcing the rushing figure to swerve onto the slim curb of the walkway that had Alex herself not stepped into steady her would have caused at best a twisted ankle when the shorter of the two seemed to lose her footing on the uneven walkway.

Either way, Alex's attempt to save has both women falling in a skidding heap onto the sidewalk.

"aaannndd yeap, I'm totally gay." The dazed mother realizes all over again after hearing what in better circumstances would have been a rather tempting groan from the figure now unintentionally trapped under her when in her more medical attempt to check at least that the woman's face and neck hadn't been injured in the tumble her full weight dropped onto the shorter of the two now attempting to catch her breath once they'd landed.

"Are you alright?" Alex asks once again glade her arm seemed to have taken the brunt of the impact. The coy grin she gets in an answer isn't helping matters or her heart rate. For that matter neither in the rough "peachy" the dark-haired woman breaths along with it.

'Rao help me." Alex laments in her mind unable to fight down the odd tingling warmth seeming to be holding her captive the longer she braced herself over the unnamed woman who'd just about steamrolled over her as she attempted a phone call to her young son. Not even her dalliance with James's sister during her more 'party girl' phase could compare to the growing ache just a few short moments of being in this woman's presence brought out of her.

Alex wishes the other woman would at least open her eyes both so the medically trained woman could check she hadn't hit her head enough for even the mildest of concussions on the impact and because she was curious as to just what color they'd be.

Wait was 'cute dark hair' really sniffing her hair as the two try once more to untangle from one another?

But before Alex could fully consider her own question the woman's head drops back onto the unintentional pillow of Alex's arm against the back of her neck in the medical school-educated woman's attempt to guard against any chances of whiplash so the two could finally meet face to face.

Their breath mingled as they take in the other in a more apprising up close and personal trade of glancing looks.

Neither caring they were still essentially sprawled out on the sidewalk of a busy National City side street.

I could kiss her so easily right now if she'd let me. Alex muses inwardly preening at the idea alone when she noticed not for the first time the way those probing eyes flickered between her eyes then down to her lips and back again in the span of a few quick seconds.

Light brown.

Just like Maggie's were.

Actually, it was so much of a near match for the warmth and depth of her first love's gaze that Alex could almost swear…

"Alex?!"

The sound of her name will effectively shake the dazzled agent from her spiraling.

'No. it can't be." She decides already turning her head towards the sound of her sister's calls that she misses the soft gasp in surprise from the leather jacket clade female Alex will still be holding hands with after helping her back to her feet, but Alex's full attention will be on the guilty blonde framed in the doorway to the animal rescue.

"We're alright, Lin." She'll soothe "Well relatively at least." She'll amend with a breath of a laugh lifting the scrapped and dampened sleeve of her jacket as evidence.

It will be then her eyes will fall on the duffle bag now resting against Vazquez's hip once she notices her best friend watching them a few steps away. "Guess again Lexie," Vaz instructs noticing the glanced look as Alex's eyes move first to the bag and then upwards to meet Susan's own.

Please, Rao no.

Almost as if in slow motion Alex's head will turn from the innocent-looking junior-sized sports bag over to the woman whose hand, she still held as she follows her best friend's pointing finger toward said bag's true owner.

It was like she was that young girl all over again feeling the first of oh so much heartbreaking hurt when each one of the following attempts to reach out to the pen pal she'd met then lost failed as her eyes find those intriguingly painful to look into light brown ones of the girl turned woman who'd so deeply broken her heart Alex was still feeling the sting of it all these years later.

"Sawyer."

"Danvers."