First time writing in second person. Be kind! Also, first time writing for the Supergirl Fandom.

Italics means Kryptonian... just so you know.

Beta love to reinakonanofate for putting up with my silliness!

Disclaimer: Do people still use disclaimers? Either way, don't own anything here.

XxXxX

It takes you too long to actually say yes.

You've seen her around campus ever since you transferred to Gotham University.

After the accident you needed to be far from home and they had offered you a full scholarship and financial help – sometimes your research and reputation comes in handy – and you couldn't say no, not after what happened, not after it.

Every way you've looked she's there, in all her dimpled glory. You don't share any classes, but the school is notorious for its exclusivity and specialties, and its housing is familial enough you see her almost daily.

You see her in the library. You see her at lunch rush in the café you fall in love with almost immediately. You see her in the gym at dawn, working out and killing the treadmill. You see her in the quad, relaxing with friends when you're running late. You see her in those odd moments you let yourself go grab a beer.

She's everywhere.

And she sees you too.

You notice her eyes, following you. You've been recipient of her full smile more than once when you stumble on you own feet after a brief smirk. You feel her stare, even before you spot her in the crowd. You know she sees you and she wants you. But you can't. Not now.

But, she's insistent.

After three months of seeing each other around, she pays for your coffee. She comes to you in the café and simply sit with two cups of black, strong coffee in her hands. She tells you her name (Maggie Sawyer, Criminal and Political Science, and you are?) and you two hit it off. She's funny, she's strong, she's tiny, she's intelligent, she's witty, she's quick on her feet, she's sarcastic… she's beautiful.

A month of shared early coffee talks in, she asks you out (Wanna go grab a beer or something on Friday?).

You say no (I'm sorry, I can't).

She smiles (Next time, then?)

You look down to your watch, his watch, and ignore her question (I'm late for class, see ya later).

But she doesn't give up. Every time she sits with you, she asks. And every time, you say no.

She never questions you, she's amazing like that, but she keeps insisting, she keeps being so sweet and nice. She keeps seeing you want to say yes, but can't. She keeps asking.

Until you cave.

Until you listen to that part of you that's been silent for little more than a year, and say yes.

Until you decide to put yourself first, if only for a little bit.

If only for a few hours.

You say yes and arrange everything so you can enjoy your time with her. She picks you up outside your building and takes you to a cosy little restaurant you've never been in before. The light is low enough to make it so like you're alone in the place with just Maggie, just Maggie and her smile. The food is amazing and you've never feel more at ease with anybody else and, for a second, you forget what you left behind.

For a second, you can imagine a bright future. A future where destiny doesn't cast you a shitty hand and where you can be happy, free of worries, your family at your side and this woman making it even more special, even more real, even more beautiful.

But, then, when hours have passed and you're starting on your second helping of that amazing chocolate mousse, reality comes knocking, and hard.

XxXxX

A shrill noise startle you, making you jump and for a second forgetting where you are.

"I think is your phone," Maggie says with a smile in her face, as she eyes the device dance around the table. You know its poor manners to place your phone on the table when you're eating with someone, but you also want to have it on hand if something happens. And now you panic.

You panic, because, yes, it's your phone ringing, and not many have your number and if it's ringing, then something happened. Something happened.

You pick your phone without even glancing at Maggie and answer, the fear evident in your voice, "Danvers."

The first thing you hear are the cries, distant but at the same time loud enough to know they're heart-breaking and desperate. "Alex. She woke up and she's hysterical. She's asking for you."

Your heart sinks, because it's been months since this last happened. "Nightmare?" you ask without preamble.

"I think so, but she wouldn't tell me anything."

You close your eyes. She never wants to speak after one of her night terrors and you know it's time to cut short your date. "I'm on my way," you inform her and disconnect the call before waiting for a response.

You turn to Maggie, but don't meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, I need to go," you say as you rise from your chair. You know the disappointment that must be on her face, it wouldn't be the first time you saw it, but it's the first time you regret being the one to put it in such a lovely face. "I had fun, but I don't think we'll do this again."

You're ready for the anger to come next. Like the disappointment, it wouldn't be the first time someone you're on a date with gets angry at you for your erratic behaviour. But then, another chair is scrapping the floor and suddenly Maggie is behind you, helping you with your jacket, sure hands helping your trembling ones.

"Let me settle the check and I'll drive you," she informs you.

"I can take a taxi, Maggie. You don-"

She cuts your protests with a swift finger to your lips, a small, worrying frown marring her face. "Gimme a moment, Danvers. It'll be faster than a taxi, I promise. You'll be with her shortly."

You nod, dumbly, because in your panic you didn't noticed that you put the phone was on speaker and now many pitying eyes are on you and Maggie is back before you can actually be embarrassed and you're out the restaurant in a rush.

"Where to?" Maggie asks the moment she brings the car to life.

You give her the address, not far from your apartment, without thinking. You're still in shock that Maggie (and most of the restaurant) heard your conversation. You're still in shock that after months her nightmares are back. You're still in shock this woman, all wit and sarcasm and indifference, have grown so concerned so suddenly. You're still in shock she have heard the cries and haven't run, and instead, have chosen help.

You're still in shock at how amazing this woman really is.

XxXxX

You arrive quickly at the house. The lights on the first floor are on and the door opens as soon as you're out the car.

"Alex," your best friend greets you with a relieved sigh. The cries inside the house are still going strong. "I'm so sorry you had to interrupt your date," she adds as she looks pass your shoulder.

You smile a little when you see from the corner of your eye how Maggie is just a step being you. "It's okay," you tell her as she lets you both in. "I'm sorry she woke you, Susan."

Susan shakes her head. "We were watching Lilo & Stich and she fell asleep early. I was just catching up with some reading."

The tell-tale of running feet is the only thing that warns you before a body slams into you. You catch the girl as she hugs your middle, her sobs almost instantly quieting. "Lexie," she whimpers.

You bend a little and scoop her into your arms. She's too old to be carried around, but she's still small enough and light enough you can manage. "I'm here, baby. I'm here. Nothing happened. I'm here," you soothe her as you start pacing around, rocking her, just like you did when she was a small kid, just like you started doing again after the accident.

"Lexie…" she whimpers again. "Lexie…"

"Shh, Kara. Everything is okay. You're okay. I'm okay."

Kara quietens after that, her small frame starting to hiccup as she tries to lower her racing heart. You hum an old lullaby into her hair, her face hidden in the crook of your neck as you keep pacing, keep rocking her.

"Um, I'm Maggie," you heard your awkward date murmur to Susan.

You can also hear the smirk on your best friend. "I know," she informs Maggie. "Alex doesn't shut up about you."

Kara and her still going tears are the only thing that stops you from hitting Susan. Kara was fond of your friend and she wouldn't forgive you if you hurt her in any way… it'll have to wait until Kara is in school and you and Susan are alone so you can beat her up.

"Really?" Maggie asks, and even with your back turned, you can see the hope in her eyes.

"Really," Susan says, growing serious suddenly. "She really likes you. And I think Kara will too."

Everything is quiet then. Kara is asleep in your arms and when you face the other two adults, Maggie has a sombre look to her.

Your heart sinks for the second time that night.

XxXxX

"She's not mine," you explain. You feel you own her the truth after this night. Maggie had insisted on driving you both home and Kara was now peacefully sleeping in the backseat and you two were simply sitting there, the car already parked near your building. "I was sixteen when she came live with us. She had just seen her parents die in an explosion. It's a miracle she survived. Her parents and mine were close and it was a no brainer when they adopted her. She was three."

Maggie scowls. "That sucks."

Your lips turn up a little, it's as close to a smile as you can manage at the moment as you turn to watch your baby sister sleeping. "It really does." Your face falls a moment later. "I loved her the moment I saw her. She used to have nightmares then, too…" You trail off as you contemplate the most important person in your life.

"So, she's visiting and remembered bad times?" Maggie asks softly, after a long stretch of time.

You shake your head and you can feel the tears stinging in your eyes. "Last winter… she was in the car with my parents. A truck hit them and sent them over a cliff… It's the second time she survives a tragedy."

Maggie gently put a hand over yours and squeezed, barely. "… and your parents?"

A tear runs down your cheek. You don't bother to brush it off. "Mom died on impact. Dad took a week in the hospital. Kara got a broken arm and bruised ribs, nothing mayor, but it was the second time she sees something so terrible. She's still putting herself back together."

"I'm sorry."

You just nod. There's nothing you can do put to keep going. There're no words in the world to make it better.

"Why didn't you tell me?" There's no accusation from Maggie, but you can tell she's trying not to spook you, to make you feel worse than you at the moment.

You shrug. It's not that you don't care, rather, you want her to think it's not a great deal, even when it is, more so after Maggie has shown you how caring she is. "When I was younger Kara used to annoy me by calling me Mama when someone showed any interest in me. Many knew of her being my sister, but others, they believed her. All of those backed off after that."

Maggie hides a snort behind her unoccupied hand. "So, she's a little shit," she states with a smile.

You echo her snort. "Yes, she is."

"And you thought I'll back off?" It's not a question, and you both know it.

You shrug again, there's no need to deny or confirm it. "I should probably get her into bed. If I'm lucky she'll sleep in tomorrow." You turn and face Maggie for the first time since diner. "Thank you so much, Maggie," you tell her from the bottom of your heart. "Thank you."

Maggie's smile is soft when she answers. "Maybe you can make it up to me?" she asks and before you can be suspicious, she continues. "Let me take you both to the park this weekend. I need someone to play ball with me and I know you hate the game. Maybe I can corrupt the littlest Danvers."

You smile, and for the first time in a really long, long time, you can feel it reaching your eyes.

Maybe that bright future is not so impossible after all.