anonymousasked:
Hey, if you got the time could you please write a Sanvers fic where Alex risks her life for Kara because we all know Alex, that hoe takes bullets for her BULLETPROOF sister, and maybe gets hurt and Maggie gets mad and scared? (Bonus Points if Maggie finds out this way that Kara is Supergirl)
Perhaps this is obvious from the prompt, but be aware that this gets violent (but of course our babies will be fine and in love ans safe, my name isn't Jason Rothenberg).
Kara doesn't see the Kryptonite-based, diamond-tipped bullets speeding toward her.
So she doesn't understand, at first, why Maggie is breaking formation; why Maggie is screaming her sister's name; why Maggie is sprinting across the warehouse, across the warehouse whose walls are shattering from the barrage of machine gun fire she is blazing through.
She doesn't understand, until she hears a sickening ripping open of flesh.
Doesn't understand until she looks down to see Maggie get there just in time to catch Alex as her limp body falls; until she sees Maggie cradle Alex's bleeding form with one arm and unloading five rounds rapid of bullets into the chests of the two Cadmus lackeys who'd shot at Kara.
Who'd hit Alex. Because Kara didn't see, because Alex dove.
And Alex's blood is pouring out of her shredded torso, flooding onto Maggie's hands, soaking into Maggie's clothes, and Maggie's gun is firing and Maggie is not missing a single target.
Kara sees only red and Kara seees only her sister and Kara has sworn never to kill but Alex is pale and Alex is starting to seize and suddenly Kara is realizing that there is no one left to rage at; no one left to even consider killing, consider maiming, consider hating – except herself, because Alex, Alex, Alex – no one left because Maggie has left no one standing.
So now there is only the eerie silence that accompanies the aftermath of Maggie's loaded gun; now there is only J'onn sprinting and Kara flying and Alex's third-in-command shouting orders for an immediate medical evac and Maggie ripping at her shirt and using it to stem Alex's bleeding – to try to stem Alex's bleeding – her hands the color of a Halloween prank gone wrong; her hands the color of war.
Kara lands and Kara yells and Kara convulses and J'onn's arms try to contain her and she knows nothing else.
"Alex," she sits bolt upright, and J'onn regards her gravely.
"She's still unconscious after surgery, she's with Detective Sawyer, she – "
Kara is gone, Kara is sprinting, Kara is slamming her way into the emergency medical bay; Kara is not at all slowed down by the sedative J'onn must have injected her with to bring her back to the DEO in one piece.
The thing that stops Kara in her tracks is the sight of Maggie; Maggie with stitches holding together her shooting arm; Maggie covered in a combination of her own blood and her girlfriend's; Maggie sitting beside Alex's bed, face blank, not even flinching at the bang Kara causes when she careens into the room.
Eyes are empty. Eyes staring at Alex's still too pale face.
Eyes with the ghosts of eight dead Cadmus gunmen – eight dead Cadmus people – screaming behind their shutters.
"You were shot," Kara says to Maggie simply, dully, as she trembles forward to take Alex's limp, IV-ed hand into her own, finding the pulse in her fingers and breathing for the first time since she saw her sister falling.
Maggie doesn't look at her. Maggie's face, her body, doesn't register that she heard her at all. Her shirt is still dripping with Alex's blood, a sickening counterpoint to the machines measuring Alex's weak vital signs. Her hands are crusted dark red.
Kara turns to J'onn, who's slipped into the room behind her, arms folded across his chest and staring, grim-faced, between the girls. His girls.
He shakes his head slightly at her, and Kara tries again.
"Maggie. You were shot."
Maggie's expression still doesn't change, and her eyes don't leave Alex's face, but she swallows and she breathes and she opens her mouth and her voice creaks like she hasn't used it in years when she says, "I didn't notice."
Kara bites her lip and J'onn stares at the floor.
"You got her out of there, Detective Sawyer. You got her out in time. She's strong. She'll fight, and she'll be just fine – "
"You're bulletproof," Maggie ignores J'onn and moves for the first time, fixing her eyes on Kara. Eyes sharp enough, eyes enraged enough, to obliterate the chests of three Cadmus men, to shatter the skulls of five, even with her own arm riddled with their bullets.
Because they massacred everyone in the bar. People she had cared for. People she had loved.
And god dammit, they would not take Alex Danvers from her, too.
And those eyes, that gaze, that rage, she's focusing now on Kara – on Supergirl – on the woman whose cape alone can shield people from full out explosions, whose fingers could crush bullets, whose hands could toss an entire alien prison into space.
"You. Are. Bulletproof," she spits again, and she rises this time.
Winn's pale-faced sprint through the hall comes to an abrupt halt when he hears Maggie's yell. He grimaces, and tears flood his eyes. He swallows, and he sprints back in the opposite direction, his face a mask of grim determination.
"The bullets were laced with Kryptonite, Detec – " J'onn tries, stepping up to Kara's side like he's bracing for Maggie to attack. Because he is.
"I don't care if they were laced with nuclear explosives. You're bulletproof and you people have her so brainwashed into doing her job perfectly that she shredded her abdomen for you, she might right now be dying for you, and to what, spare you a little pain? My god, you think you're so high and mighty that you – "
"Maggie – "
"Not the time, Winn," she growls and he cowers, breathless in the doorway, but he doesn't move.
"Yes, now, Maggie. Listen, you love Alex. So does J'onn. So do I. And so…" He takes a deep breath and glances at Kara, who holds her breath at J'onn, who nods once. "And so does Kara."
"What the hell does Kara have to do with this?"
Winn gulps and Winn passes Kara the glasses he'd run to get. She breathes and she uses one hand – the other is still holding Alex's – to put them on.
Maggie furrows her brow and Maggie blinks and Maggie stares and Maggie's stomach implodes and Maggie collapses.
Knees crash into the cold ground, shoulders wrack with silent sobs, with indefinable grief.
Because now – because Supergirl is Kara, damnit, and Alex, Alex, of course, Alex – now suddenly her rage has nowhere to go, no one to be poured into, and it might just destroy her.
She doesn't hear James run into the room and she doesn't hear him when he moves behind Alex's bed and kneels next to her. She recognizes his hands, his scent, surrounding her as he gathers he into his arms, pulls her against his chest.
She recognizes him, recognizes who's holding her. And she hits him anyway.
Hits at him, stronger with one arm than the other because the force of her flat fisted punches nearly rip her stitches open. She hits at him, tears her throat with her guttural, futile yells, hits at him harder.
Kara sobs and Winn covers his mouth with his hands and J'onn looks carefully away and James absorbs every blow, just shushing Maggie softly and wrapping his arms even tighter around her raging, trembling, breaking body until her punches become sobs and her yells become desperate gasps for air.
None of them knows how long they stay like that; how long Maggie's body wracks with wasted rage and consuming terror; how long James stares at Kara through Maggie's mess of hair, whispering wordless comfort to the woman who ran across a machine gun sprayed room to get to one of his best friends; how long Winn's hand alternates between covering his face and running worriedly through his hair, the other firmly holding Kara's free hand; how long tears stream down Kara's face, alternating her gaze between James's sad eyes and Alex's closed one; how long J'onn doesn't breathe, holding his arms across his chest because if he moves them – if he stops physically holding himself together – he might just break, too.
None of them know how long they hold vigil before Alex coughs, before Alex rasps her sister's name.
"I'm here. I'm here, Alex. You're okay, everyone's okay – "
Alex blinks her eyes open slowly, groggily.
"We need to update our body armor," she chokes, and J'onn and Winn laugh dryly while Kara sobs.
Maggie is frozen at the sound of her voice, frozen at the sound that life makes when it needs to let you know there's still some hope in the world.
"Where's Maggie?" Alex wants to know next, and James puts a tentative hand to Maggie's blood-sprayed face, leaving a fresh print of Alex's blood on her cheek from having held Maggie's stained body and sopping clothes so close. She stares up at him with faint surprise, like she's forgotten that anyone else exists. Anyone but the woman asking softly, asking painfully, for her.
"I'm here, Danvers," she croaks, and she swallows, and she accepts James's hands as he pulls her to her feet.
"You got hurt," Alex pales even deeper than before, panic rising in her eyes as Maggie rises into view and Kara holds Alex down to the bed. Maggie laughs dryly.
"Most of the blood's yours, babe."
Alex blinks and sinks back down and twitches the fingers of the hand that's not being held by Kara toward Maggie.
Maggie gulps and Maggie steps forward and Maggie bends down and Maggie kisses each of Alex's fingers, her knuckles, the back of her hand. A single tear blinks down Alex's face as she registers the tear-streaked blood stains on her love's face.
"I'm okay," she tells her. "I'll be okay."
"You almost died."
"What, and left you all to deal with Winn without me? Not getting rid of me that easy, Sawyer."
A single, dry sob wracks Maggie's chest and Alex blinks out another tear.
"Too soon. Sorry. To Maggie. Not to you, Schott."
Winn laughs wetly and puts his hand on her ankle and she winks at him as best she can.
"You gave us quite the scare, Alex," J'onn tells her, still subtly hugging himself, and Alex fights to focus on his face.
"I'll be okay." She turns to Maggie. "You caught me."
Gunshots – her gunshots, lethal gunshots – ring through Maggie's ears and her love's blood pours through her fingers. She kisses Alex's hand again.
"I'll always catch you, Alex. Just maybe a little warning next time you take a stomach full of bullets for your sister, okay?"
"For my…" Alex turns groggily to Kara and blinks in swooping, sudden recognition of the strange sight of her glasses with her Supergirl outfit. "You told her? They told you?"
Maggie nods and smoothes Alex's hair out of her face, trying to answer her unspoken are you angry at me for lying with her eyes, with her hands, with the way her heart is beating only for her, only for the woman whose need to be perfect, whose constant sense of shock that Maggie likes – loves – her, whose insistence on taking bullets for a bulletproof superhero, suddenly and perfectly make sense.
And makes her love her all the more.
Kara reaches over Alex's bed to touch Maggie's shoulder.
"Of course we told her, Alex. She's family."