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Prompt: Alex and Maggie go on a hike, it’s a brisk fall day and they just enjoy each others company. They don’t talk to each other because they don’t need to fill the silence. Their presence is enough.

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She was fresh off a sixty-plus hour week. The absolute last thing that Alex's battered and bruised body needed was to be leaving her apartment at eight a.m. to go hiking.

Yet plans were plans - after all, this was her girlfriend’s suggested weekend date activity, and it was only fair to see it through. And honestly? Alex wasn’t hating it. No, not in the slightest. In fact, she wouldn’t at all be opposed to this becoming her typical Saturday morning.

They’d left their phones behind so as to eliminate the risk of being interrupted. No internet, no calls, no annoying notifications…it was just the two of them, walking in comfortable silence and soaking in each other’s presence.

And the views.

Man...Alex was certainly enjoying those views. Not of the city. Sure, they were pretty but what Alex couldn’t keep her eyes off was the view that was right in front of her - those rippling back muscles…those strong calves…and that tight little ass. The trek was tough but it wasn’t what was making her so breathless and so damn thirsty.

After an hour, the end of the track finally came into sight. Maggie wasn’t quite content stopping there though and continued on slightly, climbing up onto a big rock. She offered a hand out to Alex. ‘It’s better up here.’

Alex knew that was true. Anywhere that Maggie was, was infinitely better – even some uneven hunk of rock that was precariously close to the edge of a ridge. So Alex accepted her girlfriend’s hand and joined her up there.

‘Pretty sweet, right?’ Maggie grinned.

Alex nodded, as she squeezed the hand that she hadn’t let go of. ‘Yeah.’

Maggie tore her gaze away from the city in front of her, and met Alex’s eyes. Her lips moved to say something before they stopped themselves, instead deciding to curl into a smile, prompting those dimples to make an always welcome appearance – which, in turn, prompted Alex’s heart to flutter.

They weren’t quite at the verbalisation stage yet, but this was most definitely love. Alex had known that for a long time and was pretty damn sure that the feeling was mutual. Those words would be nice to hear but they weren’t needed, not when Maggie treated her the way that she did. Hell, there was literally over a million people right in front of them yet Maggie only had eyes for her.

The second that Alex’s eyes started to fill with tears, Maggie pulled away, concern all over her features. ‘Shit, your contacts, right? It’s a bit too dusty up here, isn’t it?’

Alex went along with that. ‘Yeah. I…I probably should’ve wore my glasses.’

‘No,’ Maggie shook her head. ‘I shouldn’t have dragged you up the dustiest damn trail in National City.’ She hopped off the rock and again, like the true gentlewoman that she was, offered a hand to help Alex down. ‘I’ll pick somewhere else for the next time.’

‘Next time?’ Alex arched a brow. ‘You said that this would be a one-off.’

‘Yes – a one-off if you didn’t enjoy it.’

‘And who said I enjoyed it?’

‘Given that you stared at my ass the whole way up, I’m absolutely certain that you enjoyed it.’

Alex blushed. ‘I--.’

‘Don’t even try to pretend that you weren’t. You’re an ass girl, Danvers. You know it, I know it and everyone that we passed on this trail knows it. Thank god that we didn’t invite J’onn.’

Her cheeks were absolutely burning now at the thought, at thinking about that certain way her boss/friend/surrogate father’s face would crumple all of a sudden when – and it was always a case of when, not if – he heard too much. It didn’t matter if she said anything, her thoughts were always loud and rampant, the vivacity of them often taking herself by surprise. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. You got me.’

‘Wrapped right around my little finger.’

‘Emphasis on little.’

‘Real mature Danvers. And there I was about to lead the way so you could continue to appreciate the view,’ Maggie sighed. ‘Guess I’m just going to insist that we walk side-by-side, holding hands.’

Alex grinned. ‘I guess I deserve that.’ But the truth was that she felt that she didn’t. For as long as she lived, she would forever wonder what she had done to deserve to know someone as amazing as Maggie Sawyer, let alone be lucky enough to hold her hand...or see that beautiful ass in the flesh.

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Today marked a year since they first met.

It had been a year of not only knowing and growing close with each other but, also, a year of Alex knowing and growing close with herself . It was a day worthy of celebration so they claimed the day - October 24th - as such, and it would be the first of many anniversaries that they would go on to celebrate.

They had never been ones for fancy restaurants or, really, anything all that extravagant and had initially planned to spend the evening in their apartment, cuddled up on the couch with pizza, beer and a DVD that they would quickly lose interest in. Those plans changed a week before, when Maggie had thrust her phone in Alex’s face.

‘Babe, look. The fair’s in town next week. Wanna go? It’d be the perfect place to spend our anniversary.’

Alex wasn’t entirely sure she’d ever call a fair the perfect place but it would be fun, and her fiancee seemed excited about going so that was where they went. Well...kinda. RIght now they were actually above the fairgrounds, and Alex was growing increasingly concerned about the stability of the gondola that had ground to a stop a minute or so ago. ‘Why do these things always break down when you’re at the top?’

‘To let you appreciate the view?’

‘What view?’ It was evening and the fair was on the outskirts of town, next to the woods. All that could be seen were ominous looking trees.

Maggie laughed. ‘You look a little queasy there, babe. You good?’

Truth be told, Alex did feel a little nauseous, though she suspected that it had more to do with the hot dog she’d ate. ‘I’m with the woman that I love, the woman that I’m going to marry...of course, I’m good,’ she said with a smile. ‘Though, honestly? I’d much rather prefer to be down on the ground with you, rather than precariously hanging up here. I mean have you seen how young the people operating these rides are? I’m not filled with a lot of confidence.’

‘Hey, look at me?’

Alex did and was met with a soft kiss that inevitably deepened and developed into more and more before Maggie pulled away.

‘Now you can check ‘made out at the top of a Ferris Wheel’ off your bucket list,’ Maggie grinned. ‘See? It’s not a total disaster.’

‘You won’t be saying that when Supergirl has to rescue us and you’ll be on the news being carried to safety in her arms.’

The look on Maggie’s face was priceless. ‘Oh dear God.’

*** *** ***

Their feet were finally back on solid ground after a long ten minutes and, much to her fiancee’s relief, Kara’s assistance had not been required.

It was starting to get late, and the fall chill was starting to kick in. Maggie cuddled into Alex’s side as they walked through the muddy field. They’d both agree that the fair was a bit of let down. The rides were overpriced and rickety and the food was crap but it hadn’t been a total bust as, after all, it was an evening spent together making fun of the rickety rides and crappy food.

One stall did catch Alex’s eye though. ‘I’m going to win you something. What do you want?’

Maggie took a few seconds to ponder. ‘That penguin.’

It was a shooting game yet somehow - and Alex knew how - the firearm skills that had seen her break many an agency record, weren’t enough to knock down all the cans. She sneered at the keychain that she was offered for her efforts. ‘Buddy, I know this game is rigged.’

The worker shrugged. ‘It’s a game of luck, darling. Says it right there on the banner.’

Alex took a step back and looked at the banner in question and, sure enough, there it was - test your luck . She sighed before handing over more money. She said that she would win her fiancee some obnoxiously large stuffed animal, so she was going to do just that. And it ended up costing her fifteen bucks to do so.

The smile on her girl’s face was more than worth it though. ‘You’re the best, Alex. I mean you sacrificed your dignity to win me this...what more could a girl ask for?’

‘I was going to buy you candy floss too, but if you don’t want it--.’

Maggie shook her head. ‘I’ll buy it. You spent more than enough getting me this guy.’ She forced the penguin into Alex’s arms. ‘Wait here. I’ll be right back.’

*** *** ***

Pockets empty but hearts full, they finally got home a little after ten.

Percy - the penguin - ended up a victim of their passion, being knocked to the floor as they made out on the couch.

‘You know,’ Maggie whispered between kisses, ‘I bought something else when I got candy floss.’

‘That’s what took you so long.’

‘Uh-huh. Close your eyes.’

Alex obliged.

It took Maggie a few moments to get ready. ‘Okay. Open them.’

Alex laughed as she noticed it. ‘Is that a mood ring?’

‘Yep. And do you know what red means?’

‘Love?’

There were two types of people in the world, and Maggie was always one of those people. ‘Nope. Horny.’

‘Please tell me that you didn’t spend ten bucks on that crap just so you can make that joke.’

‘It wasn’t a joke, it’s a reflection of the truth,’ Maggie’s grin faded. ‘Though, this ring is a little tight, and I’m starting to regret this purchase.’ She tried to remove the ring.  ‘Really starting to regret this. Oh shit. Babe, help. Please.’

Alex gently tugged at the piece of tacky jewelry. It didn’t budge. ‘Oh that ain’t good. But hey, look! It’s changing colour!’

‘Because I’m no longer horny.’

‘So I’m assuming yellow means fear?’

‘Babe, stop laughing. You’ll be the one suffering if I have one finger less.’

Alex wiped the tears from her eyes. ‘Okay, okay, relax...I’ll go and get you some butter.’

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‘Babe, I’m not going to make it. Go on without me.’

‘You’re giving up? Just like that?’

‘It’s pointless. I’m trapped.’

‘The hell you are. I’m coming to get you.’

‘It’s too dangerous-.’

‘You’re worth the risk.’

‘Maggie–.’

Refusing to hear any further protest, she pulled out her earpiece and picked up her gun. They’d lost half their team, were now outnumbered by two to one and, judging by Alex’s vague directions, she was at the other end of warehouse where visibility was poor – it wasn’t dangerous, it was a suicide mission. But Maggie Sawyer would be damned if she didn’t at least try to save her fiancée.

She slammed a fresh round into her weapon and peeked around the corner. The area was clear so she proceeded, gun primed and footsteps measured and quiet. She made it to the large wooden crates and took cover there momentarily before she continued on her rescue mission.

Two metres later, she saw him.

He went to aim his gun but she was quicker, firing off three shots and watching, with satisfaction, as he dropped to the ground. However, her joy was short lived, for the sound of gunfire inevitably drew out the other three. Well, for now, it seemingly only drew out two but still, Maggie took them both out with ease. Her heart pounded in her chest as she whispered to herself, ‘I’m coming, Alex.’

And the other end of the warehouse, where Alex was, was now in sight so Maggie started running, desperate to get to her girl and check that she was okay.

As she got there, taking cover behind the metal container that Alex was slumped against, a shot narrowly missed her head. ‘Told you I was coming,’ she smiled. ‘How’s the ankle?’

‘Sprained,’ Alex groaned. ‘Not broken, but definitely sprained.’

‘How did it happen?’ Maggie asked before blindly firing over the top of their cover.

‘I’d rather not say.’

‘Alex.’

‘I tripped over a cardboard box, okay?’

Maggie snorted. ‘I’m marrying such an idiot.’

‘Hey.’

‘What? Truth hurt?’ Maggie laughed and grabbed Alex’s gun – two were better than one. ‘But don’t worry, I’ll fuss over you at home, I promise.’

‘Yeah?’

Maggie fired another series of shots, heard a moan and grinned. ‘Yep. Because we’re about to get out of here.’ She placed the two paintball guns on top of the container and, gently, helped Alex up. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you,’ she reassured as she helped Alex to walk.

Kara, who’d been last woman standing in her team, looked concerned as she picked herself up, removing the Kryponite bracelets that Winn had devised to make the game of paintball as fair as possible. ‘Is she okay?’

‘Yeah. You should see the cardboard box she tripped over.’

Alex shot Maggie a look. ‘I expect major fussing.’

‘Well then, dumbass, you better expect major teasing too because there’s no way I’m letting this go for a while.’

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A commitment was a commitment and she, Maggie Sawyer, was a woman of her word.

It didn’t make turning down the very kind and very sweet offer any easier though. ‘I’d love to but I can’t. I’m working.’

Her girlfriend of four weeks frowned. ‘On Christmas Day? You work more than enough, can’t they give you that day off at least?’

That had nothing to do with it. In fact, it was quite the opposite actually - her Captain was sick of her not taking days off. If Maggie wanted Christmas Day off then she’d easily get that holiday and the whole week too if she wanted it. However, she hadn’t asked. ‘The Precinct is still open and needs a set, thought albeit reduced, number of officers there. So, every year since I joined the PD, I volunteer so that someone gets to spend the day with their family. I have nothing to miss out on and I get a nice little bonus so it’s not all bad.’

The smile on Alex’s face was kind yet tinged with sadness. ‘That’s pretty amazing of you to do that. It must be hard living so far away from your family at this time of year.’

‘It’s not, I’m used to it.’ And that part was the truth, though she knew that she’d have to ultimately reveal the real reason she hadn’t seen her family in some fifteen years sooner rather than later.

‘Well if plans change, the offer still stands. Kara would love to have you over for Christmas dinner with us, as would my mom - she’s definitely a fan.’

At least there was one mom in the world that was. ‘‘Cause you wouldn’t shut up about me, right?’

Alex’s cheeks burned.

*** *** ***

Working on Christmas Day really wasn’t all that bad. It was always a quiet shift, the pay was good and anyone working could pretty much do whatever they wished within reason. As the most senior officer on duty, Maggie was filling in for her Captain, ensuring that everything was running smoothly.

Though, admittedly, she’d much rather be spending the day with her girlfriend.

Sometimes Christmas wishes did come true.

‘Detective Sawyer?’

Maggie looked up at the voice she knew all too well. ‘Alex?’

‘Want some company?’ She held up a bag. ‘Like a wiseman I come bearing gifts.’ A bag that she proceeded to empty onto Maggie’s desk.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day with your family?’

‘Oh please. I see Kara everyday and my mom’s in town for the whole week. Not seeing them for a few hours is hardly the end of the world. Plus Kara’s cooking and, well, that’s always...interesting,’ she grimaced. ‘Anyways, you’re my girlfriend - of course I want to spend this special day with my special lady.’

Maggie tried to hide her growing blushes by reaching for the two bottles that Alex had placed on the desk. ‘Christmas or not, I can’t drink alcohol whilst on duty.’

‘Then you’re in luck because this is non-alcoholic beer.’ Alex tapped the label. ‘See? Says right there non-alcoholic. You know, I always wondered who bought this stuff but now I know the answer - cops that are on duty on Christmas Day.’

Maggie smiled. ‘That’s really thoughtful.’

‘And it’s not all.’ Alex brought Tupperware out of her bag. ‘I’ve got Turkey sandwiches; Christmas cookies baked by my mom; and, I hope to god you have a freezer, vegan ice-cream.’

Really, really thoughtful.‘We do, it’s in the breakroom,’ Maggie stood and gestured for Alex to follow. ‘It’s this way.’

‘I also brought a few non-edible things too,’ Alex said as they made their way down the corridor.

‘Yeah?’

‘Not much, just some cards and Battleships if we get bored; and I also brought a couple of Christmas crackers.’

‘Perhaps save those crackers for later and, you know, when we’re not in a police precinct surrounded by jumpy cops with guns. Battleships sounds fun though.’

‘I also brought along a plant.’

Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. ‘You brought a plant? Is it still alive?’

‘Firstly, rude. And secondly, yes it’s still alive. Turn around if you don’t believe me.’

So Maggie did, out of curiosity rather than out of a lack of belief, discovering that it wasn’t just any old plant that Alex was holding up in the air. It was mistletoe.

‘I’ve never had a kiss under mistletoe before,’ Alex said shyly. ‘Will you be my first?’

If all was right with the world, then Maggie hoped she would be this sweet woman’s first and forever kiss under those green leaves. She smiled into the kiss. ‘Merry Christmas, Alex Danvers.’

‘Merry Christmas, Maggie Sawyer.’

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She had suffered during her final days.

Food had been withheld and she’d been kept in complete isolation. Her death may have been violent but it had put her out of her misery, a quick end to so much pain.

Next of kin would be informed within the hour, and Alex was dreading breaking the news. As a DEO agent, she’d always managed to shirk that awful task as she operated in the background of every investigation, the duty instead falling to some government lackey or some poor cop. Today, however, she no longer had that luxury, and had to inform a caring, attentive mother that one of her kids had been killed.

And not just any kid.

The favorite. The one that had been thriving the most. The leader of the Beyhive.

Beyonce.

That’s right. She, Alex Danvers, had killed Beyonce the Bonsai.

And she was planning on fessing up to the mistake, the murder, when Maggie came back from her week-long work trip.

And then she ultimately wimped out and decided to hide the evidence, the body, at the back of a closet right at the last second.

Keys scratched in the lock, the front door opening. ‘Babe? You in?’

Shaky hands slammed the closet door shut. ‘I’m in here.’ Alex’s voice was also unsteady, wavering with each word.

After a few seconds, Maggie wandered into her bedroom. ‘What the hell?’

Alex looked up, eyes wide. ‘What?’

‘I go away for one week and you’re trying to get back in there?’

‘Sorry?’

Maggie laughed, nodding at Alex’s hand that held onto the door. ‘The closet, Alex. You know because you’re a lesbian?’

It took a few seconds for the panic to reside a little and the joke to click. ‘Oh. Right.’ She forced a laugh of her own. ‘Yeah, you got me. I’m a lesbian.’

Her girlfriend seemed unconvinced. ‘Have I missed something?’

‘No, no. I’m just stating a fact. Big ol’ lesbian, that’s me.’

‘Really? Because you claim you’re a lesbian, nay a big ol’ lesbian, and yet there you are, standing there holding onto a piece of furniture instead of kissing your girlfriend?’

Alex made sure to correct that, rushing over and meeting Maggie’s lips. ‘You’re right,’ she rested her forehead against Maggie’s. ‘I missed you.’ And Alex had missed her, greatly. They may have only been together for three months but life sure had felt empty without that little ray of sunshine in it. ‘So much.’

Maggie gently prevented the wandering hands from going any further. ‘Not right now, babe. Later though, I promise.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ she confirmed. ‘Right after we’ve ordered pizza and you tell me why you’re acting so damn weird.’

‘I’m--.’

‘Don’t even try saying that you’re not. I’m a detective, remember? I notice things and there’s currently dirt on your shirt and you were clinging onto that closet for dear life.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘What’s in there?’

‘Nothing.’

Maggie arched a brow. ‘Not even clothes?’

‘Well, duh,’ Alex scoffed, knowing full well she was about to ramble. ‘Obviously there’s clothes, and shoes too but--.

Maggie was having none of it. ‘I managed to get you out of one closet; do you really think that I won’t do the same with whatever’s hiding in another?’

All Alex could do was apologise and look down at the floor, ashamed, as she stepped aside and let Maggie investigate. The small gasp told her that the body had been found. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Seriously?’

‘I’m really sorry.’ She’d been given one task and not only had she failed it, she’d failed it in the most spectacular fashion. ‘Really, really, really sorry.’

‘It’s just a plant--.’

‘That you named Beyonce.’ Only after the plant had fallen to her death did Alex see the little name tag on the bottom of the pot. ’And I killed her. I’m a murderer.’

‘Did you mean to kill her?’

Alex shook her head. ‘No. Absolutely not, I would never. It was an accident. I...I forgot to water her and then, when I did remember, I dropped her and kinda stood on her.’

Processing the details, the cop nodded. ‘That’s not murder. That’s negligence and manslaughter and neither one of them matter because it’s just a plant.’

‘It’s Beyonce.’

‘And? Are Michelle and Kelly still okay?’

‘All the other bonsais are fine, I promise.’

‘Then what’s the big deal?’ Maggie chuckled. ‘Unlike some people, I appreciate all members of Destiny’s Child. Beyonce’s actually my least favorite member - Michelle's the real star, though everyone seems to forget she even exists.’

‘You named your plants after a girl group?’

‘I name all my plants after girl groups. Hell, I’m bonsai away from completing the Spice Girls too. I just need Sporty.’ Another little detail to add to the ever growing list of quirks that Alex was discovering about Maggie Sawyer.

For once, she didn’t dwell on such a quirk. ‘You’re not mad?’

‘No, not at all.’ She slipped her arms around Alex’s waist and pulled her close. ‘It’s just a plant whereas it was you that I was most looking forward to coming home to.’

Relief wasn’t the only thing that began to pour out of Alex as she rested her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

‘Hey, hey,’ Maggie said gently, feeling the tears that soaked through her shirt. ‘Did something else happen when I was gone?’

‘Yes,’ Alex sniffled.

‘What, babe?’

‘I got my period.’

They may have only been together a few months but already Maggie knew how those damn cramps and crazed hormones could make a badass crumble. She rubbed said badass’ back. ‘You wanna cuddle on the couch?’

Alex didn’t even hesitate. ‘Yes please.’

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It’s a relief to finally say it, to get those words out, to finally let her girlfriend know how she feels.

It’s an even bigger relief to know that the feeling’s reciprocated, that she's loved, that’s she wanted, that she’s finally found something that’s alluded her all her life.

Happiness.

‘I love you, Alex Danvers.’

Tears shimmering in their eyes, they reach for each other, and they kiss.

Maggie rests her forehead against Alex’s and whispers, ‘So, so much.’

A silence follows and it’s comfortable, but it’s quickly interrupted by the beeping of one of the many machines in the room.

Maggie pulls away, glances over at the monitor and then back to her girlfriend. ‘Your heart rate went up.’

The big bad government agent, who just mere hours ago nearly drowned to death in a horrifyingly custom made tank, blushes. ‘Yeah, well,’ she lets out the smallest of laughs, ‘I’m kissing the woman that I love, how could it not?’

Love. That word was having the same effect on Maggie, though she wasn’t hooked up to machines so it couldn’t be heard. So she settled for the alternative, taking Alex’s hand and placing it against her chest. ‘You feel that? That’s beating for you.’ It’s cheesy, she knows that, but it’s also true. For the past six months or so, Alex Danvers has been the first thing on her mind every morning, and the last thing every night. ‘I’ve never known happiness like this.’

A tear rolls down Alex’s cheek. ‘Did you ever think...that I was going to--.’

‘Not for one second, no.’ She’d never wanted to picture a life without Alex, so she’d refused to entertain those dark, dark thoughts. ‘Instead I thought about us, and our future and all the amazing things we’re going to do together.’ A lifetime of firsts. And so much more. ‘That’s what kept me going.’

‘And why you didn’t let me say those words in the tank.’

Maggie pulls Alex’s hand down, entwining their fingers. ‘I’d been waiting for the right moment to tell you. I wanted it to be perfect and this? This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. I’m sorry--.’ Her voice catches. ‘That it took nearly losing you to tell you that I love you.’

‘Don’t,’ Alex’s voice was firm, her teary eyes kind. ‘You don’t need to apologise. It’s okay. I...I, uh, I kinda figured you loved me anyway.’

‘I did too.’ Maggie laughs. ‘God, we’re useless aren’t we?’

‘Idiots in love,’ Alex agrees.

Maggie laughs again as her eyes drift down to the hand she was holding, and linger on the fourth finger. One day she’d put a ring there. It’d be lowkey, intimate, probably when they’re both wearing PJs and all cosied up on the couch, watching television. She’d give a short little speech about how much Alex means to her before getting down on one knee. ‘I gotta ask...where the hell did Gertrude come from?’

‘I believe it has Germanic roots.’

‘Smartass,’ Maggie grins. ‘And badass.’

‘That's me,’ Alex smiles.

‘And I wouldn't have it any other way,’ she places a kiss on Alex’s forehead and, sure enough, hears the beeps steadily increase. ‘J'onn says you're not to step foot inside this building for a week, to take as much time as you need...so I called my captain and took the time off too.’

‘My very own nurse?’

‘Indeed though, fair warning, I'm a little bit unprofessional.’ The beeps pick up again. Maggie chuckles.

And Alex pouts. ‘This isn’t fair.’

‘But it most certainly is fun.’ She goes in for another kiss, achieves the same result.

‘Maggie--.’

‘Yes, love?’

‘I...say that again.’

‘Love,’ Maggie squeezes Alex’s hand, her own heart about to burst as she said it over and over again. ‘Love, love, love…’

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Friday: she was abducted.

Saturday: she told Maggie that she loved her.

Sunday: ...well, she figured it was only right that something big rounded off the weekend too.

She tenderly wipes the smudge of tomato sauce off Maggie’s chin before she asks. ‘Move in with me?’ Okay, it’s not really something big as they’ve essentially been living together for a while now, both having the keys to each other’s apartment and spending every night - bar the very occasional one - together. Still, the thought of making things official is exciting, and asking the mere question gives Alex butterflies.

Butterflies that only intensify with the answer. ‘I’d love to.’

Things happen quickly, with Maggie giving her landlord notice the following morning and packing up her things the following weekend.

Alex is there is helping though, again, helping probably isn’t really the best term as there’s little to help with - besides clothes, books and an extensive CD collection, Maggie doesn’t have much in the way of stuff. Alex still tries her best to make herself useful, packing up the cookbooks and kitchenware before crouching down beside her girlfriend, and looking through the cases. ‘I forget how... eclectic your music taste is.’

‘Good music is good music, regardless of genre.’

Alex holds up a CD. ‘And this is good music ?’

Maggie snatches it back. ‘Rude.’

‘True though.’

Maggie hums. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t go through questionable teenage phases - your mom showed me allllll those pictures, remember?’

‘Yes but as you said, those were phases whilst you’re still keeping that CD.’

A defeated Maggie struggles to fight off the smile on her lips. ‘If you’re really that bored then you can sort through the stuff in the nightstand.’

‘Will do,’ Alex says with a salute and a shit-eating grin.

‘There shouldn’t be too much in there, so just lay it on top and I’ll sort through it all.’

Indeed there wasn’t much in there. A book, some loose coins, a spare charger--. ‘And it’s confirmed. You look good in every photograph ever taken.’

A confused Maggie looks up. ‘What?’

Alex waves the passport. ‘Nobody looks good in their passport photo. Except you. Are you even real? Because I’m growing more and more convinced that you’re just this beautiful figment of my imagination.’

‘Plenty bad photos of me exist, believe me.’

‘I won’t believe you until I see one, which I won’t because look at you.’ Beautiful inside and out, in every damn way . ‘It’s just not possible.’

Maggie blushes. ‘Love you.’

‘You too,’ Alex smiles before setting the passport down and returning to the task at hand. ‘Hey, are you preparing for a post-apocalyptic world in which the currency is bottlecaps?’

‘Not that I’m aware of, no. Should I be?’

‘Probably but it looks like you’re already doing so,’ Alex says as she scoops up the six caps.

Maggie comes over, a smile spreading on her lips. ‘Oh those...yeah, those are special bottle caps.’

‘Like limited edition?’ Alex knew the brand well, not her favorite beer but definitely up there and she’d consider herself familiar with the design. And these caps looked pretty standard.

‘Nope.’ Maggie sits down beside Alex on the bed. ‘These are from the beers we had at your place, on the night that we got together.’

Now Alex recognised them. As if she could ever forget that night. ‘You...you kept these?’

‘Yeah, I took them before I left that night as kinda a souvenir.’ She rests her head against Alex’s shoulder. ‘I know it was very early days back then, the earliest you could possibly get in a relationship, but you? I’ve always had a good feeling about you.’’

The words were escaping Alex.

Fortunately, they weren’t escaping Maggie. ‘You’ve always felt different...and you are different, and that feeling that I had was right.’

‘I just I...I can't believe you still have these.’

‘I know right? It's borderline stage 5 clinger behaviour.’ The irony is not lost on Maggie as she adds, ‘I say whilst literally clinging onto your arm.’

‘No, no, it’s sweet, really sweet. And,’ it was time to come clean , ‘Reassuring, because I thought I was weird for keeping the ticket from when we went to the movies for the first time.’

‘We’re saps,’ Maggie laughs. ‘I can’t even remember what movie that was, all I was interested in was you.’

‘It was…’ Alex reaches for her wallet, pulling out the slightly dogeared ticket in question. ‘ Moana .’

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‘Ditto.’

‘ Ditto ?’ Maggie can’t believe the word that’s just escaped her girlfriend’s lips. They were still in the early stages of this relationship yet to hear that - Ditto - in response to what she’d just said? That feels like a kick in the teeth. ‘You can’t be serious.’

Alex, however, is serious. ‘What’s wrong with that?’

‘I bared my soul to you and that’s what you said. Ditto ?’

‘Yes!’

‘Get out of this apartment right now.’

Alex chuckles. ‘That’s a little bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?’

‘No, no, I think it’s perfectly just,’ Maggie says firmly. ‘Of all the things you could possibly say, you thought Ditto  was the right answer?’

‘Listen, it’s versatile--.’

‘It’s a lazy answer! An easy way out.’ Maggie sighs as she throws her head back, exasperated. ‘ Ditto transforms into other Pokemon. So, by saying that’s your favorite, you’re basically saying they’re all your favorite.’

Alex shrugs. ‘I mean, yes? They’re all so cute, it’s hard to choose.’

That’s hard to dispute. Even the ugliest of Pokemon had a certain charm about them. ‘But that’s the point. I was asking you to choose.’ She pauses before opting to approach this another way. ‘Okay then. What’s your second favourite Pokemon? And I’ll just pretend you said that instead of Ditto .’

Alex gives it a moment or two of thought. ‘I always liked Pidgey.’

‘ Pidgey ?’

Alex nods. ‘I know it’s essentially a pigeon but, you know, pigeons are tenacious. Like everyone thinks they’re trash, craps on them constantly but there they are, never giving up. They eat their scraps and they survive. I admire that. And Pidgey is just like that. And, hey, once it learns fly then it can get you anywhere. It’s very useful.’

Maggie can’t fault that answer. ‘Valid. And a much better answer than Ditto .’

Her girlfriend laughs. ‘You’re tough to please.’

‘I’m just very passionate about Pokemon , that’s all.’ Like she’d said, she’d bared her soul to Alex about that dumb game, calling it a childhood favourite . She’d, however, somewhat glossed over the details. Pokemon had been more than just a favorite game, or a way to kill time. It’d also been a welcome escape. She hadn’t many friends after the outing and, what with her aunt working nights, evenings had been lonely. That was where her GameBoy had come in.

Teenage Maggie Sawyer may have been an outcast in Blue Springs but, in Johto, she bossed all the gyms, and had a packed Pokedex . Adult Maggie Sawyer, sadly, didn’t have time for those worlds anymore but they’d always have a place in her heart.

And it may be early days, for they had only been dating a few weeks, but Maggie can’t help but feel that those colourful and eclectic creatures would soon have to make room for Alex because Alex? Alex Danvers was special. Extraordinary.

And Maggie hopes, more than anything than in the world, that Alex feels the same way about her too...feels, well,  ditto .

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Prompt: Alex and Maggie go to see the latest Disney movie

***

Maggie likes Disney .

Alex loves Disney .

So, when it comes to date nights and a new Disney movie is out, they’re seeing that movie.

It’s June 2019.

Toy Story 4 is out and Alex couldn’t be anymore excited as they head to their local cinema. She goes all out, purchasing two seats in the VIP section and buying the Woody and Buzz collector’s cups. It’s nights like these that affirm the fact that Maggie has married the world’s biggest nerd and, honestly? She’s never felt luckier.

As always, they finish the popcorn before the movie starts.

As always, Alex’s slightly-greasy-from-said-popcorn hand reaches for Maggie’s as the movie starts.

As always, Maggie can’t contain the smile on her face.

Lucky doesn't even begin to cover it. She loves nights like these, and she loves feeling loved.

The movie rolls, Alex is completely engrossed, her eyes never leaving the screen until…

...until a tiny little smiley cartoon cop appears on the screen. A tiny little smiley cartoon cop named Officer Giggle McDimples.

Alex immediately turns to Maggie. ‘Oh my god, it’s you!’

The couple in front turn around at Alex’s squeal, probably expecting to find the voice actress sitting there.

Instead they find Maggie, who’s speechless because the resemblance, combined with the name, is, frankly, uncanny. And she knows she’s never going to live this down.

‘Does this mean I’m Mrs McDimples now?’ Alex asks as they leave the screening.

‘It means I should be thinking about suing Disney for use of my likeness.’ And maybe even the name too, for Alex has been calling her Detective Dimples for years.

‘Right? They got your size absolutely spot on, she’s tiny! And cute! So cute! I can’t believe my wife’s in a Disney movie.’

Another confused patron turns around, expecting to see a celebrity.

Maggie can only awkwardly smile.

*** *** ***

That evening is only the beginning of it all.

She gets home a couple of days later and is greeted by a plushie of McDimples.

‘Look, it’s you!’ Alex beams.

‘Oh my god,’ Maggie says, trying to suppress her smile, knowing full well that the craters on her cheeks aren’t going to help her case. 'I knew you getting amazon prime wasn't a good idea. Anyways, it's not me. It's not the right size.'

‘You’re right,’ Alex nods before revealing an even smaller soft toy. ‘Because this is more life-sized.’ She forces it into Maggie’s hands. ‘I need a picture of this.’

Maggie thinks Alex’s obsession with it is absolutely adorable.

Her colleagues’ obsession with it when they find out though? Unbearable, absolutely unbearable.

‘You all have way too much time and money on your hands,’ she mutters as she arrives at her desk and finds an army of little McDimples figures and stickers on her desk. She does, however, take one figure for herself and another for her wife.

It only gets worse from there.

They call her Giggle in passing.

They hang up a picture of the cartoon cop in the breakroom.

And they keep hiding those damn figures everywhere for the next few months.

She very quickly grows to resent that damn character.

*** *** ***

Years later, she’s sat catching up on work emails in the living room.

Alex is sat with their daughter, watching a movie.

It’s only until Jamie excitedly squeals that Maggie realizes which Toy Story it is.

‘Look! It’s Mama!’

And, just like that, Maggie loves Officer Giggle McDimples once more.

*** *** *** 

(in case you haven't seen McDimples...here she is!) 

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Date Night.

What exactly Date Night entails is a complete mystery as her girlfriend has remained tight-lipped on her plans, simply telling her to come to the DEO at 7.

It’s Maggie’s fourth date with the smart, funny, dorky, beautiful and brilliant Alex Danvers. So far their dates had remained traditional - dinner , cinema, dinner - yet Maggie had a hunch this one may break that streak. Traditional or not, it didn’t really matter anyways - as long as she was spending time with Alex then she was happy.

Alex was fun.

Alex made her feel safe.

Alex was special.

And Alex was, at 7:03pm, nowhere to be found. 

Making use of her recently granted clearance, Maggie decides to head deeper into the DEO, away from the elevators where she’d been hanging about and towards the intel table, where Alex was typically found during the working day. She’s not there but a familiar face is.

‘You looking for Alex?’ Supergirl asks.

‘I am,’ Maggie replies. ‘She said to meet her at--.’

‘There’s a conference room by the elevators, try there.’

Maggie smiles and nods. ‘Thanks Supergirl .’ She wonders how long she’ll have to keep up that charade, the glasses easy to see through. She’s not gonna push Alex on that though, she’s protecting her sister after all, there’s nothing wrong with that.

She finds the conference room and barely has both feet through the door when someone sneaks up behind her, placing hands over her eyes.

‘You are very lucky that I recognise your perfume.’ And those soft hands . ‘Otherwise you’d have at least one broken bone right now.’

‘You’re cute,’ Alex says.

‘And you’re confusing me. What are you doing?’

‘Taking you on a date.’

‘Yeah, I got that. That’s why I’m here,’ she chuckles. ‘And I hope this outfit is suitable, especially since I can’t see what you’re wearing.’ She’d kept it smart but fairly casual with a white blouse, dark jeans and boots. ‘Is this okay?’

‘More than okay. You look gorgeous.’

Maggie blushes. ‘You do too.’ She doesn’t need to see Alex to come to that conclusion, she always looks gorgeous. ‘Now what are we doing?’

‘Do you trust me?’

She can hear the grin in Alex’s voice. And Maggie does trust her. ‘With my life.’

And with that, Alex switches from hands to what feels like a scarf and then hooks her arm onto Maggie’s. ‘I’ll lead the way.’

They go into an elevator, travelling a significant distance before the door pings open, cool air hitting them.

Sub-level , Maggie figures.

They walk for a little while before coming to a stop, a series of beeps as Alex types in a configuration into a keypad before a door unlocks. 

A series of beeps, Alex typing in a configuration into a keypad before a door unlocks. They enter and Alex relinquishes her hold.

‘Can I take this off?’

‘You can,’ Alex replies.

So Maggie does, pulling down the makeshift blindfold and finding herself in a place she’d longed to visit.

The DEO armoury,

The DEO armoury that had a checkered blanket spread out in the middle of the floor, with a picnic basket sat on top. A tailormade date. The sweetest date.

‘The candle has to be fake because there’s kinda a bunch of explosives in here,’ Alex explains, nodding towards the candle shaped LED light. ‘Also we can’t have alcohol because, whilst J’onn would turn a blind eye to it, the HR lady wouldn’t. In fact she’d kick my ass and then make me write an incident report saying that I deserved it.’ 

‘You told J’onn?’

Alex shakes her head. ‘No, not yet but I’m pretty sure he knows. My thoughts can be quite...loud at times.’

‘What?’ Maggie doesn’t follow.

‘He, uh...he can read minds, it’s a long story, one that we can get into another time because this evening? This evening is just about you and me and all these wonderful toys.’ Alex takes Maggie’s hand, beginning the guided tour of the place. ‘The shooting range is behind that door and it’s all ours.’

‘You know how to woo a lady.’ She really does .

They enter and stop at a rack of rifles. Alex hands her one. ‘This is the plasma ionic shooter. It shoots ions.’

Maggie aims the rifle at one of the targets up ahead. ‘May I?’

‘You may.’

She pulls the trigger, the shot smooth. ‘This is sweet.’

‘And hopefully you’ll think this one is sweeter.’ Alex passes over another rifle. ‘‘This is the revised version, though it’s currently in the development stage. What do you think?’

Maggie weighs the weapon in her grasp. ‘It’s lighter, feels more comfortable to hold, the aim is…more refined, and it’s--.’ She fires off a shot. ‘Hella smooth.’ Smoother than the first. ‘This is a very nice weapon.’

‘Glad you think so,’ Alex beams. ‘‘I made the revisions.’

‘You did?’

‘I am a woman of many talents.’

Alex was, she really was, and Maggie couldn’t wait to discover more and more of them.

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The worst day of her life.

The best day of her life.

Alex had nearly drowned in a water tank.

Alex had also uttered those three words - I love you .

To say Maggie was overwhelmed by it all would be a huge understatement. She would, however, process the cacophony of emotions at a later date. Alex had to come first right now, and the past day or so had come crashing down on her, the poor thing absolutely exhausted but desperate to go home.

They couldn’t just yet. ‘You can’t go out like that. It’s too cold,’ Maggie says, taking in her girlfriend’s tank top and sweatpants. She’d offer her jacket, but the jacket is snug enough on her, never mind on Alex. ‘I’ll go get you something more suitable.’ Rather begrudgingly, she leaves to go about her task - after everything, as clingy as it sounds, she never wants to be apart from her love ever again. But this was important and, besides, she’s taken the next week off work to keep Alex company during her enforced time off to recuperate - they had plenty of time to spend together.

A week of cuddles, shitty movies and junk food. Oh, and being able to tell Alex she loves her now those words were out in the open. Maggie can’t wait.

It dawns on Maggie as she walks down the corridor, away from Alex’s room, that she has absolutely no idea where she’s going to get some fresh clothes from. She’s somewhat of a familiar visitor to the DEO now but still...locating clothes had never really been something of relevance to her before. Fortunately, a familiar face is headed in her direction. ‘Hey, you on your way to see Alex?’

‘Yeah,’ Kara replies. ‘Thought I’d catch her before you leave as I suspect you two will be enjoying some, you know,’ Kara nudges Maggie’s arm, ‘ Quality time over the next few days.’

That they would be. ‘You know where I can find some clothes for Alex?’

‘You couldn’t even wait until you got home? Wow.’

Now Maggie rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, yeah. For real though. I just want to grab her a t-shirt and a hoodie. It’s still a little cold outside.’

‘Of course, of course,’ Kara nods. ‘Follow me.’

So Maggie does.

They wind up in the locker room, at Alex’s locker.

‘Oh, I don’t have her key,’ Maggie says.

‘It doesn’t need a key.’

‘I also don’t know her combination.’

‘I do,’ Kara gestures for Maggie to step forward. ‘I’ll tell you it.’

‘Are you sure that’s okay?’ They were together, and they were in love, but Maggie still wanted to respect boundaries, still wanted to ensure her girlfriend, her other half, the half that made her whole, had her privacy.

‘Believe me,’ Kara smiles. ‘She’d be okay with this.’

The Danvers sisters were like two peas in a pod. Maggie trusts Kara on that one. ‘Okay. What is it?’

‘1-1-2-8.’

Maggie turns to the locker and then stops. Wait . 

1-1-2-8.

11/28.

November 28th.

The day she turned up to Alex’s apartment with pizza and beer.

The day something beautiful began.

The day her life changed.

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Despite initial protests from a certain someone, Saturday morning hikes quickly became a thing.

It was exercise; it was quality time together; and, above all else, it was kinda romantic.

And kinda - no, very - hot too, to watch Alex get all hot and sweaty, those muscles--.

Maggie’s ankle gives way.

She hits the deck. Hard.

She’s hiked this route before, many times and not once, never had she lost her footing. 

Until today.

Until she got distracted by the way Alex’s hips moved as she made her way up the trail.

Alex spins around immediately. ‘Mag--.’

‘ Fuck !’

Alex rushes over, dropping to her knees on the dusty, dirty trail. ‘Your ankle?’

Maggie just about manages a nod.

‘Okay, okay,’ Alex’s voice is calm, reassuring. ‘Lemme take a look.’

Maggie’s pride feels just as fucked as her ankle does, as a little kid runs past, navigating the path with ease in their little light-up sneakers.

Alex’s fingers make light work of the tight laces, undoing them with ease. ‘I’m gonna be gentle but this might hurt,’ she says with a pained smile because, after all, she’s the one with the medical degree and she knows damn well removing the hiking boot is going to aggravate the injury.

‘I trust you,’ Maggie says before gritting her teeth.

And it does hurt.

‘ Fuck .’

Alex is quick though, the boot off and her hands stabilizing the ankle in seconds. ‘I don’t think it’s broken,’ she says after a minute. ‘Likely badly sprained, and not to be weight bearing for a little while. I’ll take you to urgent care just to be safe.’

‘ Urgent care ? Not the DEO?’

‘Urgent care is closer,’ Alex says. ‘And, besides, it’s Saturday and I try to keep as far away from there at the weekends as humanly possible.’ Carefully, she lowers Maggie’s foot to the ground before grabbing her rucksack and shoving the boot in there.

‘Don’t I need that?’

‘Are you planning on walking anywhere?’

‘We’re halfway up a hill. What goes up must come down, you know.’

Alex nods. ‘Oh, I know.’

Then it dawns on Maggie. ‘You’re going to call your sister, aren’t you?’ She sighs. Her worst nightmare, her pride about to take another hit, not to mention how she’d always been scared at the thought of flying with the Girl of Steel.

Alex laughs. ‘I won’t be calling Kara, don’t worry. She needs days off too.’

‘Then wha--.’ She gets her answer as her girlfriend, effortlessly, picks her up.

‘I’m going to carry you, dummy.’

‘In…’ your arms . Fuck . The mere thought was sexy as hell . Alex was strong.  Maggie tries not, however, to be a gay mess. ‘Like this?’

‘It’s this or I’ll give you a piggyback. What do you prefer?’

This. Oh sweet jesus, she loved this. ‘Is this comfortable for you?’ Maggie asks before letting her head rest against Alex's shoulder. Oh she really loved this . Just like she loves-- .

‘The second it’s not, you may end up in the dirt again,’ Alex chuckles. ‘But yeah, it’s comfortable. And it makes today count as both a leg and arm day now. Two birds, one - again likely - sprained ankle. It could be worse.’

Maggie wonders how it could possibly be any better.

The joy is short lived though, as they arrive at urgent care and find themselves at the end of the backlog of drunken Friday night injuries and headaches that are most likely hangovers. They spend the remainder of the morning, and the entirety of the afternoon there to confirm a sprain and for Maggie to be fitted with an ugly blue walking boot.

Alex is an absolute saint.

‘What do you want? Pizza or Chinese?’ Alex asks as they get back to Maggie’s apartment, a little after six.

Maggie waves her off. ‘It’s fine, I’ll order it. You should probably make a move anyway or you’ll be late.’ Her girlfriend was going to see John Wick 2 which, given that she hadn’t seen the first one, did seem a little odd.

‘I texted Kara and we’re going to go another day, it’s okay.’

‘You didn’t have to do that.’

Alex smiles as she reaches for a cushion to prop up Maggie’s sprained ankle. ‘I wanted to do that. I can always see it another time, it’s no big deal.’

Though, to Maggie, it is a big deal. She’s always been comfortable on her own, but she really liked this; liked having someone take care of her; and liked having someone putting her first. Maybe the latter part sounded selfish and she doesn’t mean it like that, she’s just grateful, extremely grateful to have found this selfless, smart, funny and absolutely beautiful woman. 

She’s lucky. 

Oh, she’s head over heels in love.