A/N: Alright guys here goes chapter 4. It's a little more revealing than the chapters before. It's also a tiny bit longer. Let me know what you guys think of the reveal.

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Davey's office was bright, but not particularly spacious. The walls that didn't have windows were covered with cork-boards and littered with paper and flyers. It didn't contain much furniture expect for a desk, which was perfectly organized in contrast to the room, and two chairs facing it, presumably for students.

It had to be easy to move around, for Davey to be able to be comfortable, Alex realized. She knew the woman probably spent too much time in the office, obsessing about her reading, or something she found to be particularly fascinating. The Professor, even before she had earned such a title, was known to loose herself in a book for days, reading and rereading, memorizing every detail.

"So are you going to actually tell me where you got this from?" Davey had already spent so much time looking at the paper in front of her that the forgotten coffee mug in front of her had stopped steaming, and probably turned cold. She took a gulp of it anyway, the long day starting to catch up with her.

"I can't. It's classified." Alex didn't mean to sound so curt, but she found herself engaging in agent mode pretty quickly.

Davey just rolled her eyes, and put the paper down, looking up at Alex. "Of course, Agent Danvers." She said mockingly.

"Well I could tell you right now, it's a crude form of Kryptonian. That is as much information I can give you now. I have pretty limited samples of it as it is."

Alex breathed deeply, a little dejected. "That much we knew, but even Supergirl couldn't make sense of it."

For the first time since they came into office, Davey looked up at Alex and looked at her for more than five seconds.

"So you work with Supergirl." She held Alex's eyes with her, knowing that Alex could never lie to her as long as she looked into her eyes.

"You could say that." Alex said elusively, taking a sip of her freshly refilled coffee mug.

The room suddenly fell into a cold silence, the past hanging over the women like a fog.

"Your leg…" Alex started. She needed to ask, she needed to know.

"What about it?" Davey looked away from her, not baring to see the guilty look on Alex's face.

"Was it that night? The night of the car crash?" Alex began to fidget and put down her mug, wringing her hands. Her guilt catching up with her, she felt all the things she put away 3 years ago bubble to the top choking her.

"Alex, no matter what I tell you, it will not make any of us feel better." Davey watched Alex pace in front of her worriedly.

"Just tell me the Goddamn truth Davey!" she said slamming her hands on the desk, then slowly whispered "Please."

"Yes it was that night." Came a quiet response from across the table.

Alex's eyes welled up as she closed them and slowly sat back down in her chair. She slowly went back to the moment in time, locked up in the back of her mind.

She and Davey in their college apartment. They were arguing, rather loudly. Davey was so upset, shaking her head at an angry Alex.

Alex screaming at the top of her lungs "I love you! Why isn't the enough! Why am I not enough?!" her hair whipping around wildly.

Davey reached for her hand, trying to reason with her. Alex violently jerking away, rage completely consuming her. She continued to spit venomous words at the young woman across from her.

She reached for the bottle of vodka and began to pour herself half a glass, and quickly putting it up to her lips, knocking it back with such vigor she almost choked on the burning liquid rushing down her throat.

"Alex please, just listen to me…" Davey tries to talk some sense into a furious Alex.

"I'm done talking today. I'm done with this all together. I don't know why you're still here!" Alex said sharply, going to fill her glass once more.

"I'll leave Alex, if you want me to. Just look at me when you say it, so I know you mean it. Look me in the eyes, and tell me!"

Alex turned to her coldly, calmly. "Leave Davey, I'm done with you."

"Fine! I'll come back for my things later." Walking out, and loudly slamming the door behind her.

It wasn't until 3 hours later that a drunken Alex's phone rings. She considers not answering for a moment, but as it continued to ring she picked up.

"He-hello." She hiccupped and slurred, the alcohol impairing her speech.

"Hello, is this Alex Danvers?" a rushed but calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

Within seconds of hanging up the phone the was struggling to jump into her pants and shoes, rushing out of the house and hailing a cab. The women on the phone had called from St. John's hospital, her words just ricocheting around her head.

Davey's car had rolled over into a ditched when she tried to avoid a driver who had fallen asleep and swerved into her lane. She was stuck in the vehicle for 2 hours before the emergency services managed to pull her out.

Alex struggled to remember how she got to Davey's room, the memory sluggishly dark and murky like a wetland at the end of dry hot summer, but she remembers standing in the threshold watching Davey as she lay in bed, asleep and broken. Her face was littered with small cuts, seemingly from broken glass, attached to several monitors. The sight froze her into place, she could no longer breathe, let alone move.

Another nurse walked by, and tried to encourage Alex to go in. She says that it's not as bad as it must look, that her 'friend' would be right as rain in a couple of days. But she wouldn't hear any of it, her heartbeat roaring in her ears like waves crashing violently against a rocky coast. She needed to get out of there, the walls were closing in on her with alarming speed.

She muttered an apology and ran off as fast as her feet could take her. Once out of the hospital she ran over to the bushes and threw up. Alex then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, went home, packed a bag, and took the bus to Midvale.

In the two weeks she spent there, Davey had called her countless time, and she didn't answer any of them. She didn't speak to her mother about what happened. She didn't speak to Kara, despite all of her attempts to get her sister to talk. She just laid in bed all day, crawled up to the roof at night fall and cried.

When she came back to her apartment, Davey had packed up all her things and left. Alex sat in the middle of the living room and began to drink. Days of drinking turned into weeks and months, and she doesn't remember stopping till she met 'Hank Henshaw' while sitting in a holding cell at the police department.

"How do you not hate me?" Alex's eyes were still closed, still caught up in the resurfaced turmoil in her head. She was pinching the bridge of her nose, trying very hard not break down and cry, begging for forgiveness.

"I could never hate you Alex. It's as simple as that." Davey couldn't look at her any longer, fearing she might break down herself. She took a couple of calming breaths, and looked back at Alex. "No matter how hard you tried."

At the point the flood gates just opened, and Alex turned into a sobbing mess. Muttering and spitting out uncompressible apologies. Davey slowly got up from her seat and huddled over to her, a couple of tears rolling slowly down her cheeks, and she gathered Alex up in her arms and hugged her, leaning back on the desk not able to support both of their weights.

She shushed Alex and tried to soothe her, her hand rubbing circles on her back. She didn't know how long they stayed like that till Alex abruptly stopped and pulled back. She looked mortified at what she had just done.

"It was just an accident Alex, and you weren't the sleeping driver who drove me off the road. Hell, I'm not even angry at him."

Alex just looked away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted this way. It's not my place." She furiously wiped the tears away from her face, hoping to get some composure.

"I'll tell you what. How about you go to the staff restroom down the hall, get your bearings and we head over to Luigi's for some pizza, I'm hungry."

Alex wanted to say no. She knew it was a bad idea. She knew she had to call Kara and update her. She needed to do a million things, but she also needed so much to just be around Davey right now.

"Go along, I'll just clean up here and then we can go."

Alex nodded and sniffled. She knew this was a bad idea, but she couldn't stop herself.

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So there it is. I felt like incorporating the drunken days of Alex in this, because I really didn't feel like the series has explained it that well (So far). Reviews are highly appreciated!