worldclassbeauty over on tumblr asked and shall receive!

The prompt was: "Sara(Lance) knows Maggie and Alex in the future where they are married, maybe with children, when she meets them in 2016(?) she slips up and accidentally says "your wife" to one of them :D"

Let me know what you think (and feel free to keep the prompts coming!)!

Sara took one glance at them and knew something was off.

It wasn't that they weren't wearing wedding rings, the simple elegant designs Alex had gotten custom made; it wasn't even that the bags under their eyes looked distinctly work-related, rather than induced by the sleep loss associated with caring for the two alien refugee children you couldn't help but take in and adopt as your own, protocols of both your jobs be damned.

It was, rather, that they were unfailingly kind to each other, unfailingly friendly, with undeniable chemistry; but Alex was busy denying that chemistry, avoiding Maggie's eyes whenever possible.

They should be together; and in this reality, in this year, they weren't. At least not yet.

Sara swore not to say anything about what she knew. About them. About their future.

Eventually, though, she knew she might just let something slip.

Because sometimes people were scared; sometimes people needed the universe to push them.

And Sara liked to think that she could, at least in this, speak on behalf of the universe.

She just hadn't meant to slip in such an obvious way.

She told them straight up that they knew them from the future, that they'd worked cases together and they were both incredible badasses, etc. They'd all agreed that she shouldn't reveal anything else about them.

But then they got drinks with Kara.

Kara, the girl that Sara couldn't take her eyes off of.

When she slipped away toward the bathroom, Sara let her head - already heavy with alcohol kicked back because each time Kara looked at her with those eyes, through those glasses, with that smile, Sara needed to steady herself with a shot - droop toward the table.

"Alright, Lance?" Maggie asked, bemused. Alex might still be too newly out of the closet to realize that Sara had it bad for her sister, but Maggie noticed right away. And she was endlessly tickled by it.

"How do you stand it?" Sara asked.

Alex blinked at her and slid a glass of water her way.

Sara toasted her and drank it deeply.

"Your sister's so... wow."

Maggie didn't know Alex's eyes could go that wide, and she broke out hysterically laughing.

"Well, I might be newly realizing I'm gay, but you know I can't say that's extended to finding my own sister attractive, Sara," Alex teased once she had kicked back her own shot and knocked an amused Maggie on the arm as reprimand for laughing at her.

Sara just groaned and strained to see if Kara was coming back from the bathroom yet.

"It's easy for you to laugh, Sawyer, you've got the perfect wife, don't you?" She gestured at Alex with her water glass and shook her head at the table.

Silence settled between the women as Alex and Maggie froze, staring intently at Sara.

It took her a moment to realize. What she'd said. "Oh, fuck me and my big mouth." She grimaced down at the bar table before raising her head apologetically to the two still very frozen, very open-mouthed women.

"Well. I'm uh... I'm going to leave you two to uh... talk. I - " She was about to apologize and didn't bother. They wouldn't have processed it anyway. She gestured to order them two more shots - they were going to need them - and slipped out of the bar in an alcohol, Kara Danvers, time-traveler-no-no-number-one-induced stupor.

Maggie was the first to brave looking at the woman next to her. "Did she just - "

"Yeah. Yep. Yes."

Maggie's eyes drifted to Alex's lips just as Alex was able to raise hers to meet Maggie's.

Her throat was suddenly very, very dry.

"Maggie." There was gravel in her voice, and heat swept through Maggie's core and Alex's lower octave.

"Your wife. Me."

Maggie cleared her throat. "Apparently."

Alex grinned suddenly, slowly, smugly. "You could do worse, Sawyer."

"Are you kidding me, Danvers? I couldn't possibly do better."

Eyes met and lowered to lips and back to eyes again. Maggie leaned in at the same time as Alex did, and their lips were so close, closer than they'd been since that night, the night Alex had taken the plunge and walked away crying.

A loud thump at the bar stool next to them made them both jump apart to see Kara plopping back down with a mildly concerned look on her face.

"I saw Sara bickering with Lena near the bathrooms - what do you guys think that's about, huh?"

Maggie downed her whiskey with no chaser. "They're both hot for you, Kara. I suggest you go sort out your admirers."

"Yeah, before Cat Grant comes back and does it for you."

Kara's eyes flew wide open and suddenly Maggie saw the family resemblance. Kara scrambled off her stool and away, as fast as Supergirl but much more clumsily.

When they laughed - a good long, solid belly laugh that left them nears tears and clutching their rib cages - Alex and Maggie leaned into each other, touched each other's legs like they'd been that intimate for years.

Anyone looking at them would swear they were already married.