*SET AFTER THE SANVERS KISS OF SEASON 2*

**Maggie**

There was so much. Too much, in fact. Too many emotions. Too many feelings. Too many people. Way too much alcohol.

As she stumbled out of the bar blackout drunk and searching for her keys, she had a thought at the back of her mind. She didn't know why it was there, but it was one she had been pondering before coming in with innocent intentions earlier that night. She had entertained the thought, but eventually threw the thought away after coming to a negative conclusion. She was whipped out of her thoughts when she felt a sharp object stabbing her in the back.

"Of course it's in my back pocket," she thought out loud, and grabbed the long, silver key from its denim case. At this point, she was stumbling around and trying not to fall over anything. Her hopes of staying upright were rejected when someone had rounded the corner and shoved her into a building.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," the other person, who was around 6'6'' and muscular, stated.

"I'm just trying to get to my-" Maggie had tried to explain, but the other person had gotten into her face, or at least his chin had.

"What did you just say?" He questioned.

"Nothing," Maggie replied, and with extreme reluctance, tried to leave. Her eyes were glued to the ground, trying to avoid fighting with this guy. She knew she could take him out in a heartbeat, but she was drunk and in a leather jacket, which weren't exactly prime fighting conditions. Instead, she used what was left of her brains and tried to avoid the inevitable conflict.

"Oh no, I want to hear," he insisted. No matter what, he was going to punch her, but she didn't want it to hurt. She had had enough of that tonight.

"I just want to go home. It's been a long night for me, and I just need some sleep," she half yawned, half muttered.

With the sleep of a cobra, the attacker had taken the collar of her jacket and picked her off the ground. "How about you come with me then, lassie?"

"How about no?" she replied. She was suddenly much more sober than she had been before.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he said. "Well then, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way." He suddenly slammed her back onto the ground, but continued pulling her down. She didn't want to be hurt, but she was just so tired. She was tired.

"Come on, you-" the assaulter had begun to command, but he had no time to finish his sentence, for he was tackled to the ground by a tall, short-haired woman. She started beating the absolute shit out of him, all while screaming, "No!" and nothing else.

Once Maggie's mind had registered what was going on, she went to stop the hero; her hero. She took her sweet time, though. The kidnapper could use the face-bashing.

"Alrighty, Superman. That's enough," she remarked. She was not prepared for the face behind the saving. "A-Alex? What are you still doing here." She checked her watch, but was confused when she couldn't focus on the hands.

"I had yet to leave, then I saw you walk out and-" she paused. "Anyway, I saw the man go around the corner and got nervous. He looked kind of sketchy. He got rough, and I got nervous, so I ran to the dumpster over there," she pointed to an old, green dumpster about 50 feet away from where they were, "and hid. As soon as he pulled you down, I lost control and that's how we're here." Alex was looking down into her hands, fiddling with her thumbs. They were starting to bruise, and her knuckles were covered in the other guy's blood.

"My hero," Maggie giggled, and Alex blushed.

"Well I wouldn't say that," she replied to the shorter girl.

"It's true. I wouldn't know what would have happened annnnnd you're spinning," Maggie remarked.

Alex thought for a bit. "Maggie, how many drinks did you have after I left?" she asked. Maggie smiled up.

"One, or two, or six or seven, eight, I don't really know," she began to laugh, but it quickly turned to tears. "Alex I need help."

The tall one sat down on the concrete by Maggie's right side, listening closely. She didn't want to miss some mutter. "I can get you back to your house, if you need me to-" Alex was interrupted by the other girl's laughing. It wasn't one that stemmed from humor. No, this was different. This one shook Alex's core.

"No, I need help," the laughing stopped nearly immediately. "I've been this drunk a lot recently. It isn't because I like being drunk but I can't seem to stop. I start sobering up and I just feel things that I don't like and Alex I need help." Maggie started crying. It wasn't like the cop to lose her tough exterior and show her emotions. With dirty hands, she covered her face and pulled her knees closer to her chest.

Alex contemplated what she was about to do, then opened her arms and wrapped them around Maggie's neck. The smaller woman leaned into Alex's shoulder and looped her arms all the way around Alex's waist. They sat in silence for a bit, or at least until Maggie stopped shaking.

"You can come to my place later on if you need a friend tonight," Alex offered. She was nervous as to what the other girl to say, although she didn't exactly know what she wanted to hear.

Maggie looked up, but didn't let go. She wasn't doing that too soon. "Really?" she asked. She didn't want to intrude.

"Yes. If you need a friend, then that is what you're going to get."

"Should we go then?" Maggie asked. She was desperate to get into a bed, and whose it was didn't really matter at the moment.

"I think that would be smart," Alex answered. She couldn't really get up though, for Maggie wouldn't let go.

"Maggie I've got to stand up and I can't really do that if you are attached to my hip."

Maggie stared over at Alex with a truly terrified face. "I'm scared that if I let you go you'll leave."

With what had gone down, Alex was nervous to do anything, but considering the other girls current condition, she didn't want her to be alone. "Tell ya what- hold onto my hand. That way I can't float away."

It looked like Maggie was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but eventually settled on taking the offer. She gripped Alex's hand tightly, like she was actually afraid that Alex was going to fly away from her. Maggie had overshot her weight and ended up falling into Alex. She didn't mind though- it gave her the perfect excuse to hug Alex again.

"Maggie-" Alex began.

"No. I need a hug," Maggie insisted, and squeezed.

Alex was very uncomfortable. The girl she just got rejected by was hugging her like they had been best friends. Fuck it, Alex thought, and wrapped her arm around Maggie shoulders. She didn't seem to mind that much, though, because she snuggled closer to Alex and put her head back on her shoulder.

"Thank you Alex," Maggie whispered.

"It's no trouble."

A half an hour later, they arrived at Alex's apartment. Alex had driven her car to the bar, but she didn't want to let Maggie go. She was scared she might run away.

"Maggie." Alex started.

"Alex."

"I need to get the door open, and I can't reach my keys."

"Which pocket?"

"Bottommost one."

Maggie then, with careful precision, took the keys out of Alex's coat pocket. Maggie didn't seem to notice the way Alex tensed up when Maggie's hand pushed against her hipbone. She looked so proud to have found the key, she was giddy with excitement. It was a good replacement from the crying Maggie from earlier. Alex took the key and smiled thankfully at Maggie.

When she unlocked the door, Alex gestured in with her free hand, for the other one was still around Maggie's shoulder. "After you," she said.

Maggie didn't quite get it, so she dragged Alex along with her. Alex was giggling like a madman (or, at least in her head she was) at this drunk Maggie. Usually she was smart and tough- but this, oh this was a different side of her. She was cuddly and all she wanted to be was close to someone. Alex was somewhat surprised, but it was a good break.

Once they were both inside, Maggie let go. She must have felt safe. "ALEX WHERE'S YOUR BATHROOM?" Maggie yelled. Alex smiled to herself.

"Maggie you don't need to yell. It's a very small apartment and I can hear you from just about everywhere," Alex replied as she was hanging up her coat on the rack.

Maggie's eye shot to her toes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She looked as if she was going to cry again. Alex immediately ran over to her, all while saying No to herself.

"No no no no Maggie everything is okay," Alex said to the girl that was now tucked under her chin. She had dropped a couple of tears, but Alex had gotten there fast enough that she had kept the sobs at bay.

"Thank you Alex I didn't want to go home," Maggie had managed to get out.

"Wait, Maggie, why don't you want to go home?" Alex asked. She was suddenly interested in why Maggie didn't want to go to her apartment.

"People know I live there," is all Maggie responded. Alex respected that. She has her reasons.

"So, Maggie, if you're hungry you can raid the fridge. Just don't eat the leftover potstickers. I keep those in case Kara ever stops by," Alex suggested. She must have been starving. She knows that she would be if she were blackout drunk.

"I'm okay, right now, at least," Maggie responded. "Now, where's your bathroom?"

"Around the corner. It's the only door," Alex replied.

"I don't feel well," Maggie said. She did look a bit green.

"Come on," Alex said, dragging Maggie towards the bathroom.

"Okay."

They were in a nearly-frantic sprint for the bathroom. Alex could handle having to support a friend while they were drunk, but having to clean throw up off the floor and rug wasn't part of her resume. Besides, she couldn't clean to save her life; she always needed Kara.

As soon as the bathroom door was open, Maggie had found the toilet. As much as Alex wanted to help, she couldn't. She's always had a thing against throw up, it wasn't Maggie's fault. Instead of physical help, she stood by the door and provided moral support.

She didn't have much in her. She was so small, Alex was surprised she could have stomached four drinks, much less seven or eight.

Alex walked in and provided the physical help in terms of wiping the small bit off the corner of her lip with a wadded bit of toilet paper. "Is that all?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't want to make you upset," she replied. She looked so genuine, it was hard to believe this is the same person that broke her heart earlier.

"Maggie it's okay," Alex replied. "Everything is okay."

Maggie stood back up, but with a little help from Alex. "Sleep?"

Alex smiled. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Where?" Maggie asked.

"You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," Maggie said, and she got her metaphorical thinking cap on. "Your bed is big enough to fit the both of us."

"Maggie are you sure?" Alex asked. She wanted to make sure the girl was okay with whatever she mentioned.

"Alex I don't care. It's sleeping. Why would I?" Maggie responded. Alex couldn't help but smile. She looked so- so pure. It was a change.

"Okay. I'll be in in a second. You can just throw your leather jacket anywhere, but don't get it dirty. I like that one."

"Thank you," Maggie smiled, and bear hugged to taller woman. Alex hugged her back.

"It's no trouble."

Maggie skipped off to the bed, and flopped on the bed. She was out like a light, so Alex figured it was okay to shower. She smelled really, really bad.

Once she was out of the shower and clean, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was glad that it was fogged up; she didn't think she could see herself. She got dressed and went out to go to bed when she saw Maggie looking in her wallet.

When Alex walked over, she could see Maggie vaguely smiling. She was looking at a picture of what looked like her and another person, but she couldn't tell who because Maggie closed it too quickly.

"What was that?" Alex asked.

"It's nothing, just a picture," Maggie replied.

"Maggie, are you alright?"

Maggie simply shook her head and lied back to go to sleep. "I might show you in the morning, after I get rid of my hangover."

"Goodnight Maggie," Alex mumbled after she turned off the light and got under the covers. She was greeted by a snore, and smiled to herself in the dark.

This could be a long night.

As it turns out, that night couldn't have been shorter.

Maggie is a sound sleeper, and except for a couple of kicks, she pretty much stayed to her own side of the bed. Nobody woke up and they slept like babies.

In the morning, Alex saw Maggie shoot up and then fall back down once she realised where she was.

"Alex?" Maggie called.

"Yes?" Alex answered.

"Why am I in your bed?"

"How much do you remember about last night?"

"Damn near none. I remember nothing after you left," Maggie said, "but that's weird because I'm in your bed in your house."

"Let's have a little chat, shall we?" Alex suggested as she sat down and began to tell the tale of last night.

Maggie looked dumbfounded at everything that happened. She wasn't smiling, just looking at Alex like she was the greatest person on Earth.

"Maggie? Are you in a trance or something?" Alex asked after she hadn't seen her blink in a while.

"I'm sorry," Maggie responded.

"Why are you sorry? I told you it was okay-"

"Not about last night."

"Then what are you sorry about?"

Maggie paused, then got on her hands and knees, leaned over, and kissed Alex.

Neither of them moved. They both seldom breathed. Maggie hadn't throw herself at Alex; in fact, she was barely touching her. When Maggie pulled away, Alex was tearing up slightly.

"It's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission," Maggie said, but tripped over her words when she saw Alex crying.

"Alex what's wrong are you alright?" Maggie asked.

"So that's what it's supposed to feel like?" Alex whispered.

Maggie smiled, then knocked Alex backwards and kissed her harder. Before they could go anywhere, though, Maggie got a massive migraine.

"Hangover is now in full swing," Maggie said while rolling over and groaning.

"We've got all day," Alex said.

"You're right."

"Sleep?"

"Sleep."

Alex kissed Maggie lightly and fell asleep besides her. Maggie just smirked. She remembered the wallet from last night, and pulled out the picture. It was of the two of them, and Maggie was on her tiptoes to reach the frame.

"Thank you, Alex."