Author's note: I wanted to post this before I head to work. I have not checked for grammar and etc. I will likely revise and edited it to perfection once I get home tonight, but I wanted to post the final chapter before the next episode airs tonight. Likely the perfected version will not be up by the time the next episode airs, so I'm posting what I have now.

Alex Danvers exited the elevator to Kara's apartment floor. It was currently the morning—10:30AM to be exact. Alex was clad in jeans with a gray cotton shirt and a black leather jacket. Her auburn hair was worn with curls and waves. She had decided to forgo straightening her hair. In her arms, Alex carried a box of doughnuts—all of them crullers. She went to the doughnut shop early this morning, so when they opened she could nab a dozen crullers!

Today was Alex and Kara's day off, and Alex was going to have a talk with Kara. She was worrying Eliza. And to be honest, Alex was a little worried about Kara too, after she had examined her interactions with Kara lately. Kara was acting odd, that was for sure, and Alex was going to get to the bottom of it.

Alex had made certain Kara was in her room before she had headed over to Kara's apartment this morning. In fact, Alex knew, undoubtedly, Kara was currently in her apartment. Earlier, she had Winn track Kara's location and confirm that Kara was in her apartment. Kara could not avoid her or act like she wasn't home.

Alex rapped loudly on Kara's door.

"Kara, It's Alex. I have a box of donuts for you," Alex said. Alex waited a moment to see if the door would open, or if she heard someone coming to open that door. There was nothing. No sound at all.

"Kara, I know you are in there. Don't make me kick open the door," Alex said, "…one, two—

"Okay, okay. Just don't break my lock again. My landlord was not happy," Kara replied as she got up from the couch and went to the door and unlocked it. The bolt made a thunk sound as it was unlocked.

When the door opened to reveal Kara, Alex noticed she looked a little disheveled and fatigued. The said sister was wearing a thin gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. The gray sweatshirt had swallows patterning the fabric. Alex recalled Kara had picked it up at an H&M a while back when they had gone shopping together. Kara's hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and some loose hairs framed her face on the sides. Kara's blue eyes seemed slightly bloodshot. The sclera was adorned with slight redness from the blood vessels dilating. However, it could have been the trick of the light, Alex thought as Kara didn't have pollen allergies on this planet because of her powers.

Oddly enough, to Alex, Kara stood in the doorway as if she was not going to allow Alex into her apartment. Kara's body was in-between the halfway open door and the entry into her apartment.

"Can I come in?" asked Alex, silently noting that Kara had no excited response to seeing the box of donuts in her arms.

"Yeah, sure." Kara stated and opened the door wider and stepped aside for Alex to enter. Alex, a nervous smile making its way to her face, walked into the apartment and Kara, holding the door open, closed the door behind her. Once the door was closed, Alex pulled Kara into a one-armed hug, the other hand holding the donut box.

"I got you donuts," Alex said as she squeezed Kara into her with all the strength she could muster with one arm.

"I heard and saw!" Kara said, fake enthusiasm mustered into the statement, and pulled away from the embrace. "What's the occasion?" asked Kara her brows knitting forward and adorning her brow with the 'crinkle.'

"Well, you've been acting odd lately, and I figured you could use some sister time," Alex stated sizing Kara up and down, and noting Kara's eyes were undeniably bloodshot. Alex began to wondered if Kara could have blown out her powers on their last mission, hence her bloodshot eyes, as she turned and went to deposit the box of donuts on Kara's wooden table.

However, the donut box never made it to the table; when Alex saw the table, she grew uneasy. On the table, sat a glass liter bottle, half way filled, with some type of liquid Alex had never seen before. The liquid was yellow, a concentrated color yellow. Yellow like the shade of a lemon peel almost—but darker. Shattered pieces of glass were gathered into two neat piles on the wooden table. The volume of each pile, Alex quickly assessed, looked to be about the average size for a drinking glass. Alex nervously rubbed her forehead with her thumb. Her brows were raised upward and concern was the only emotion that was evident in Alex's eyes.

Kara, noticing how Alex halted in her action of putting the donuts on the table, jumped into action: "Mon-el brought that over and had a little mishap."

Kara took the box of donuts from Alex's, now slack, grip on the box, caused by her alarm, and put the box on the counter.

The pieces clicked together— Kara's appearance made sense now.

Bullcrap, Alex thought. Bullcrap, Alex screeched in her head. It was not Mon-el—Kara was the one drinking last night and she had the mishap with the glass cups, Alex deduced.

Alex felt her, now, free hands ball themselves into fists, and she took a breath and unfurled her fingers and put them back into a passive position. Alex let Kara's lie go. Kara was blatantly lying to her. Though, Alex forced herself to deal with one problem at a time, especially since it was probable Kara's drinking had to do with what was making her act so strange. Taking care of the root problem would likely take care of Kara's recent drinking.

"Sounds like he had fun," Alex said trying to cover up her disbelief. It didn't sound authentic to Alex, but Kara bought it.

Alex glanced at Kara, forcing herself to stop gazing at contents displayed on the wooden table. Kara was stuffing a cruller in her mouth with one hand while the other hand held the box lid up. Alex went to the counter and stood by Kara, snatching up cruller for herself, before Kara ate them all. Once Alex had a cruller in her hand, she went and sat down on Kara's couch.

"Kara," Alex called as she patted the cushion next to her on the couch.

Kara flinch at the loudness of her name being called. Kara turned around and hesitantly went to sit on the couch with Alex, but not without bringing the box of donuts with her. When Kara sat down, she left a giant space between her and Alex. Alex closed the gap between them, and wrapped her arms around Kara's shoulders bringing her close. In her arms, Kara stiffened like board. Alex could feel the muscle tautness in Kara's back, shoulders, and arms. It was if she was hugging a frightened bunny. Alex, getting the hint Kara did not want to be touched, removed her arms from Kara, scooted back towards the arm rest, and propped her head up with one of her hands.

"Kara what's up? Mom's worried. She messaged me last night telling me how you have not been talking to her." Alex said cutting to the chase.

"I've just been busy," Kara said as she bit into another cruller. The box of donuts now resided on the coffee table in front of them. Alex saw it was a another lie because Kara didn't meet her eyes as she said it.

"You've never been too busy to talk to mom before?" asked Alex with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes gazing into Kara bloodshot eyes. She could see that Kara's eyes had this unfocused glaze about them. Alex was certain Kara was hung over.

"My mom is dead, Alex. She and the rest of my family died when my planet exploded," Kara blurted grumpily, with a hint a sadness, as if she wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. Kara knew what she was saying though. This was her chance to push Alex away with her words and ensure that they didn't get sucked back into their routine of being sisters. Kara wanted so much to enjoy this time with Alex, but her chest ached slightly as she remembered how Alex had considered Jeremiah only to be her father.

"You're either part of the family, or you're not!"

"He's my father," Said Alex

("He's mine too," Kara replied back)

"Then act like it!" Alex roared in her face.

Kara's eyes started gleaming, something Kara had not counted on. Alex noted the tears pooling underneath Kara's lashes. Kara noticing the phenomenon herself averted her eyes to the couch cushion and rubbed her fingers nervously on the fabric. Kara wasn't sure why her eyes were filling with tears, or why her mood seemed to suddenly have deflated. She had this sinking feeling in her stomach. This coiling feeling of sadness settling in the pit of her stomach.

Alex's brow was furrowed, "What are you saying...?" Lines creased across Alex's forehead. The grumpiness in Kara's tone only reaffirmed to Alex that Kara was indeed hungover from a heavy night of drinking alone.

"You said it yourself. I don't belong in your family," Kara said and looked up at Alex. "I appreciate the donuts, but I would prefer if you would leave," she sternly added.

Kara was desperately attempting to fight off the water pooling in her eyes. She did not want Alex to see her like this. Alex needed to leave. She needed to leave so she could cry in peace. She needed to go so she would not get sucked into caring for her again. If Alex got sucked in again then all Kara's previous work the past two weeks would be for nothing.

Alex's mouth had gone dry at Kara's words, and her heart raced in her chest. Alex felt like she had been punched in the gut.

"Kara… is this what has been bothering you?" asked Alex gently and softly. She reached her hand forward to cup Kara's face, but Kara, uncharacteristically, jerked her head back and out of Alex's reach.

The sudden movement caused the pooling liquid in Kara's left eye to spill over. A tear leaked down her cheek, and that was the breaking point; tears started pouring endlessly from Kara's eyes. They made shimmery trails down her face. Kara suppressed a whimper that was making its way up her throat. Alex immediately pulled Kara's head into her chest and rubbed her back. After Alex had pulled her head into her chest, Kara found she could not bite back the whimpers, and sobs, that were making their way up her throat. Sobs wracked Kara's body and her shoulders quaked as the sounds escaped her.

"Shhh, it's okay." Alex soothed as she used one hand to rubbed circles down Kara's back and the other hand cradled her head to her shoulder and chest. She gently ran her fingers through the hair Kara's ponytail. She ran her hands through her hair like how Eliza use to do for the two of them when they were upset. Alex quickly assessed that Kara's current crying spell, and moodiness, was a byproduct from her hangover. The typical emotional fallout of hangovers consisted of sadness, crying, anxiety, and other emotions. Alex suspected Kara herself was likely baffled by her own mood as she was relatively new to the experience of hangovers.

Kara struggled and pulled herself out of Alex's arms. As she pulled away from Alex, Alex caught sight of Kara's eyes for a moment; she could see all the pain of a 'girl who lost everything.' It was a rare sight to get such a glimpse of. There was so much depth and sorrow within Kara's eyes. Alex felt like she was staring into the eyes of a thirteen-year-old girl who had just watched her planet burn. The sight made Alex whish Kara didn't have super strength so Kara couldn't break out of Alex's hold. Kara's eyes were heart breaking, and Alex felt pained from the state her sister was in.

Kara desperately wanted to escape. She wanted to get away from Alex. However, this was her apartment, and if she 'ran away' from Alex she wasn't sure where else she could go that would allow her to let her emotions out. Not the DEO for sure, and Mon-el lived at the DEO. That only left one thing to do.

Kara bit her lip and grounded out, "Alex, leave. Leave!" Kara had meant for it to be stern and frightening, but it came out as desperate plea.

"I am not leaving." Alex said firmly. Her eyes fierce and unrelenting. Alex gently continued, her voice soft, "Kara, listen, I'm so sorry. I should've known what I had said would have bothered you. I thought—i-it doesn't matter what I thought… I should have apologized, at the very least."

A muffled sob emitted from Kara as Alex spoke, not from what Alex had said, but because she could not hold in the sadness that had started coiling in her stomach. Kara just wanted Alex to leave. Alex needed to go, so Kara could stop ruining her life. Tears raced down Kara's face faster, and out of embarrassment, Kara covered her eyes with one hand, in a feeble attempt to cover up the fact she was crying. Alex placed her hand on Kara's other hand, presently, quivering as it rested on the couch cushion. Alex was inwardly pleased when Kara did not move her hand away. Choked gasps, and breaths, sounded from Kara as she tried to regain control over her emotions.

"I didn't mean it. I used something very painful against you," Alex said. She took the chance and scooted closer to Kara and pulled her into her arms again. She pulled Kara's head to rest on her shoulder and undid Kara's pony tail. Alex ran her hand up and down Kara's back and down her long hair soothingly. Her other hand remained fixed around Kara's hand, but Alex let go of the hand as she decided she felt better if one of her arms was securely wrapped around Kara, even if she could easily break out of her hold.

Kara didn't pull away, she found she did not have the strength to. Her body and spirit were yearning for comfort and she found that she couldn't muster the strength to resist the comfort Alex was giving her. Alex felt so warm and safe. Her tense muscles relaxed as she soaked in the embrace. The hand Kara was using to cover her face dropped, the palm rested limply on Alex's shoulder. Kara's breaths were still sharp and jagged, and tears streamed down her face. They fell into the fabric of Alex's gray cotton shirt. Her jacket having been deposited on the coat hanger when she entered Kara's apartment.

"That's it," Alex cooed as she felt Kara relax into her and accept her warmth and comfort. "You are part of my family. The best part," reassured Alex continuing her ministrations on Kara's back. Alex continued to whisper reassurances as Kara tried to regain her composure.

Once Kara's breath even out and her eyes dried up slightly, with a sniffle, Kara lethargically and sleepily said, "I don't understand. Why? ...If you had never met me you would have a medical career, you would have Jeremiah. He would not be a traitor or defined as an enemy combatant. My existence has cost you so much."

Alex felt her blood run cold as she remembered saying something similar when she was jealous of Superman. Me and my big mouth, Alex made a mental note to stop using Kara's sensitive spots when she was upset with Kara.

Alex maneuvered herself and Kara so she could look at Kara's face. The skin around her eyes was red and blotchy from the crying. Her eyes were more bloodshot, thankfully from crying though, than when Alex first arrived. The emotion swirling in Kara's eyes still reminded Alex of that lost thirteen-year-old girl she met so long ago.

"Kara, I only said that because I didn't want you to leave to Metropolis," Alex says and gently brushed a piece of hair behind Kara's ear, "It was underhanded of me. Manipulation even. I don't actually see things that way, I just wanted you to stay," Alex said as she moved her hand up to and cupped Kara's cheek. "I don't look at you like something that has cost me something—Not since, the first year you came to live with us. Truthfully, I see someone that has added value to my life. Someone that has made me better person."

"Really?" asked Kara, exhaustion and lethargy evident on Kara's face, "You promise?"

"I promise," Alex said and ran one of her hands comfortingly down Kara's arm. "We can talk more once you had a nap," Alex said as pulled Kara into her. Alex had one arm wrapped around the back of Kara's shoulders and she wrapped the other around the front of Kara. She pulled her legs up onto the couch to be closer to Kara. Alex then gently rested her head next to hers, "Hangovers suck, huh?"

Kara pulled away from her sister, turning to face her, and a tailored incredulous expression painted her face. "Haha," Kara laughed sleepily, "You think I'm hungover? I don't get hungover, alcohol doesn't affect me. …And Eliza thinks you're the smart one," Kara finished lamely. Her face was contorted awkwardly like those times when she's tried to cover up other incidents, like when Cat Grant thought she was Supergirl.

"That was before we found an Intergalactic bar and your boyfriend was an intergalactic bartender," Alex retorted back and gently flicked her in the forehead. "We'll talk about it later. Time for bed. We can continue this when you wake up," Alex said as she got off the couch, she pulled Kara with her, she wasn't letting Kara out of her grasp from where her arm was wrapped around her shoulders. She steered herself, and Kara, to her to the bed, and thankfully, Kara did not fight her. Kara readily climbed into bed.

"I'll only take a nap, if you take a nap with me," Kara said as she got under the covers and laid her head on her pillow. Her face was still blotchy from all the crying she had done, but her eyes didn't remind Alex of when she first met her little sister. The request was not an odd one in regards to their sisterly relationship. By the request, Alex was reminded of thirteen-year-old Kara again.

"Looks like I'm taking a nap too," Alex replied and climbed into bed with her sister.

Alex snuggled up to her sister, once she was under the covers, and wrapped her arms around Kara. In Alex's slack embrace, Kara rolled over to face Alex and wrapped her arms around her and rested her head on Alex. In response, Alex propped her head up with one arm and stroked Kara's hair. She hoped that playing with her hair would help Kara fall asleep like her body was pleading for her to do. Thankfully, before she knew it, Kara's breaths had evened out and she was sound asleep.

Things were going to be okay. Alex knew there was more to say, but, right now, Kara was hungover and needed to sleep. When she woke up they could sort the rest out. With her sister, Kara, in her arms, Alex made a promise to herself to never mistreat Kara like this again. She wouldn't use her life to manipulate Kara to stay, and most of all she would never dare let the idea pass her lips that Kara was not a Danvers.

The end.