752. Chapter 752

“Damn, Danvers,” is the first thing Maggie mutters when she sees Sara Lance. “She’s gorgeous. I’m surprised you still wanted me after you two spent the night together.”

Maggie’s going for a laugh, but Alex looks down at her with a somber, earnest expression as she instinctively pulls her close into her. “Mags, don’t say things like that. Sara’s beautiful, and brave, and wonderful. And…” A faint grin crosses her lips. “Good in bed, sure. But you, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex leans down to kiss Maggie’s lips, “are all that I want.”

They both shiver with the exhilaration that’s floating in the air for their engagement party – or their en-gay-gment party, as Winn has taken to calling it.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet?” a familiar voice, deepened by years of trauma and experiences she’d rather forget but would never exchange.

“Sara,” Alex breaks off the kiss with her fiancée but squeezes her hand reassuringly as she turns to hug Sara tightly.

“Congratulations, Danvers,” the Waverider captain tells her earnestly, holding Alex’s eyes in a deep, understanding smile before turning to Maggie. “Sara,” she introduces herself simply, shaking Maggie’s hand warmly.

Ava, standing slightly behind her girlfriend, bites at her lip as she watches the deep connection Sara and Alex clearly have, even if they only spent that one night together.

Too many shared nightmares over dead sisters and dying fathers and suffering lovers and friends and torture at the hands of bitter white men for them to not have that kind of bond.

Too much deep seated hatred for themselves and the things that they’ve done and failed to do.

Too much in common.

Ava wonders if she and Sara share enough to possibly compete with this gorgeous woman.

Even if this gorgeous woman is getting married to the woman currently talking her girlfriend’s ear off about police stuff, something about their fathers and cops and on and on.

“Ava Sharpe,” she forces herself to put her hand out to Alex, and she’s not sure if it makes it better or worse that Alex lights up awkwardly but genuinely as she takes it.

“Alex Danvers. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you from Sara.”

“I’ve heard about you from Sara too,” Ava says before thinking it through, cursing herself internally, but Alex just blushes and nearly snorts, and Ava thinks that maybe she’s more of a nerd than she cares to project to the general, non-superhero-ing public.

“Seems like these two have a lot to say about each other,” Maggie jokes as she and Sara slip back into the group, putting her hand out for Ava. “Maggie Sawyer, NCPD.”

“Ava Sharpe, Time Bureau. Sort of. Long story.”

“Long party,” Maggie invites, and Ava wants to find it annoying. Maggie’s confidence, the introducing herself with her name, rank, and serial number at her own engagement party. Instinct, Ava knows, because she has it herself. But still. How can she be just standing there, so cool and confident, even though their girlfriends had slept together?

“So it seems Alex and Sara already know each other. We’ve got catching up to do,” Maggie says into Ava’s silence, and Ava blushes while Alex and Sara snort.

“Not like that. Who are you two, Winn Schott?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Hey, watch it.”

“Who’s Winn Schott and why do we hate him?”

“Oh, we don’t hate him, we actually love him – “

“He just has perpetual little brother status and teasing him is great.”

“Ah.”

“Seriously, Ava, lemme get you a drink.”

Sara and Alex exchange pleased but nervous eyebrows as Maggie walks away with Ava; pleased, because this-is-so-gay-and-so-bi-culture-but-also-let’s-hope-it-doesn’t-get-awkward, and nervous because what-happens-if-it-gets-awkward?

As it turns out, by the end of the night, Ava and Maggie have a lot of notes to compare.

“Oh my god, Sara does the same thing.”

“And that nose crinkling thing they do when they’re trying to pretend they’re not adorable?”

“A deep love of Saturday morning cartoons? Are you kidding? I can’t get her away from them!”

Sara and Alex watch from a safe distance, bemused smiles on their faces.

“This seems dangerous,” Sara muses, though she doesn’t move to stop the bonding.

“It does,” Alex agrees, but she just tilts her beer bottle toward Sara’s in a silent toast to finding each other across universes as their girlfriends let themselves laugh and laugh.