151. Chapter 151

Alex is in Geneva, and Kara is drunk.

Maggie sits across the table from her, leaning back, an arched eyebrow, tilted head, and lopsided grin quirking her face as she listens to Kara Danvers ramble, slur, and generally crack herself up.

“Have you ever driven your motor – motor – mo – tour – syke – cull – have you ever driven your mo - tour - syke - cull drink? Drunk? Because you shouldn’t. It would be like my flying drunk. Flying drunk.”

Kara leans across the table conspiratorially, and Maggie leans forward too, enjoying the opportunity to humor the kid.

“I’m so happy I can tell you about flying, Maggie. It’s so nice. You’re so nice. Alex really loves you, you know. Love.” Suddenly Kara claps both of her hands over her mouth. “Has she told you yet? Was I not supposed to say that? Oh no, Alex will kill me – “

Tears are stinging Maggie’s eyes and she thinks she might have forgotten what breathing is, but she smiles at Kara and touches her wrists softly. “Don’t worry, Little Danvers, it’ll be our little secret.”

Kara sighs in relief and she slumps and Maggie shifts immediately because she knows what’s coming: sure enough, Kara is passed out in her arms, muttering occasionally about Lena Luthor and alien amnesty and cho - coh - latt and alien alcohol as Maggie tugs Kara’s limp arm around her own shoulders, holding the taller girl’s weight as she nods over to M’gann, who smiles and shakes her head and hails a cab.

“I owe you one,” Maggie grunts as she drags Kara out, but M’gann waves her off.

“It’s what friends are for, Mags,” she calls, and Maggie winks at her as Kara starts giggling because the outside air as they step outside apparently feels like ghost whispers.

Maggie takes her back to her place because she knows Kara’s elevator isn’t working and she’s strong, but there’s no way she’s hauling Kara up all those stairs.

She forces some water into Kara's giggling, half-asleep lips before she strips off her shoes and unbuttons her jeans and puts her glasses on the bedside table and tucks her in and puts a glass of water next to her for when she wakes.

She’s never seen Alex’s little sister look so peaceful as she does as she sleeps, as she takes one of Maggie’s pillows into her arms and hugs it close to her, cuddles it. Maggie sighs, because it’s both of her Danvers girls that only get the chance to release the weight of the world when they sleep.

She hesitates for a moment after she brushes her teeth and strips down to boxers and a tank. She hesitates, but Kara is cuddling that pillow pretty hard, and Kara is muttering about missing Alex, and dammit, Maggie does too. So she smiles and she sighs and she crawls into bed next to Kara, and Kara automatically shifts back into Maggie’s arms with a contented sigh.

Kara doesn’t get drunk the rest of the week that Alex is gone, but she does start showing up at Maggie’s each night.

Sometimes she knocks on the door hungry for a homecooked meal, and sometimes she flies through the window with a furrowed brow and in need of some serious TV time.

But each night ends the same: Kara huddles deep into Maggie’s bed, and Maggie wraps her arms around her, and Kara sighs sleepily and snuggles deeper into her, and wonders why her sister didn’t get a girlfriend sooner, because this is the best.