A/N: This is a very short Chapter and will give us a small window to Maggie's PTSD. I believe this is a significant chapter to understand Maggie as a character in this story, but it's just an introduction to it. It is not an easy subject to address nor write about, but I hope you still enjoy it. Sorry, it took this long to update, wasn't an easy chapter to write. And between work and college, it has been a mess. Please, let me know what you all think about it.

Maggie's POV

Run. That's all I'm able to do. I lost my weapon somewhere in the way.

GASP

I opened my eyes and realized it was just another nightmare. Staring at the ceiling I noticed that I wasn't in my room, but in another very familiar place, Alex's. Looking at the clock sitting on the bedside table to my left, I noticed it was just two in the morning. Dreams are a rare commodity these past few months. Nightmares, on the other hand, visit me from time to time. Ever since the incident that I hate to talk about, I haven't been able to have a decent night of sleep. I look to my right, and I see Alex's face, peacefully asleep. I take my time admiring her beautiful features. I've been in love with her since that first kiss we shared on the bar, in front of our regular pool table. Well, the first kiss she stole. What a great kiss it was. So magnificent that it scared the shit out of me. But here we are.

I love everything about Alex. The way she smiles, talks, walks, how she stutters when she gets nervous, how badass she looks in the face of danger. This woman right here was trouble. But she was the very person that kept her sane. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, forcing my mind to replay happy memories.

Alex placed a cup of black coffee for Maggie on the dining table and took a sit, waiting for the other woman to join her. Maggie walked out of the bathroom, walking towards the dining area.

"Morning," Alex said with a sad smile.

Maggie kissed the agent gently on the lips, "Morning," taking a sit on the sit across from Alex.

"How did you sleep? You were tossing most of the night", Alex said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Not well," Maggie said looking down at the table, "There is something we need to talk about."

Alex nervously looked at her and nodded, "Ok."

Maggie took a deep breath, "I haven't had a decent night of sleep for a very long time, not since the incident. I've been in therapy for a while and was taking medication to help me sleep, but things haven't been easy. It has gotten better regarding me being able to go back to work and live my life without much fear. But the nightmares and flashbacks, those have not stopped."

Alex placed a hand on top of Maggie's, "It's not something that's easy to forget, Mags. It was a terrible experience."

"I know, it's something that can be worked on. I was diagnosed with PTSD, Alex. Even though the psychologist cleared me for duty, there is a part of me that would never be the same. I will never be the same. Alex, maybe staying with me isn't the best choice."

Alex smiled sadly, "Mags, I love you. Being with you is the best choice. You aren't broken, I'm not here to fix you or change you. I'm here to help you through this, no matter how long it takes."

Maggie was speechless, all she could do was smile. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"You have, but you can keep telling me all you want," Alex smiled, "I'm here for you Mags, we'll get through this together." Then, the agents smile slowly faded, "But there's something you should know."

Maggie's stomach started to knot, "What?"

"J'onn called, that alien escaped," Alex said, holding Maggie's hand tightly, "But we'll find him, I promise."

Maggie closed her eyes and tried to compose herself, "I know we will."