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Alex Danvers cannot keep living like this.
She cannot continue to be a giant flesh wound on legs, entirely and exclusively captive to the words, actions, and glances of one Maggie Sawyer. Maggie has turned her into human play-doh. But she has no choice. She's tried to wriggle out from under her spell. I mean she has really, really tried. But all her earnest efforts burn up in the wildfire of lust the moment Maggie smiles at her with those dimples, and Alex's endorphines shoot to Mars...no matter how bad her day had been otherwise. And when Maggie doesn't pay her the attention that she needs and craves? That sends Alex into a spiral of despair. On the surface she just walks around sulky and depressed, but on the inside? Oh on the inside she feels like someone has taken a battle axe to her heart, her lungs, her soul.
Thank God Maggie showed up at her apartment and practically begged Alex to continue to be friends. Because this gave Alex the in she needed to continue seeing Maggie on an almost-daily basis. Maggie was her oxygen, her food, her water. And as much as Alex hated to admit it...Maggie was essential for her most basic of survival needs.
Maggie NEVER turned down a request to hang out, ever. Alex wasn't sure if she should take this as a sign that Maggie would rather hang out with her than do anything else on the planet...or if she merely felt that she was on a friendship-probation of sorts...simply trying to be on her best behavior to get out of her timeout. Alex pushed this thought out of her head, though. The idea that the center of her universe was only hanging out with her out of some sense of duty / guilt / moral obligation made her queasy, so she just didn't think about it.
Until one afternoon.
It was a Friday, which meant that it was supposed to be sister-night with Kara later. Except Barry popped up in the last second and asked Kara if she would help him with some sort of mess on his Earth. Kara went. Of course. Alex was worried for her little sister, wishing she could be there to protect her...but she knew there was nothing more she could do but sit tight and hope for the best. And so as the sun slowly began to set over National City, Alex decided to text Maggie to see if she wanted to hang out instead.
"Sawyer. Pool tonight?"
Alex waited as the "reply" dots danced across her screen. She wondered what time Maggie would suggest. The response flashed onto the screen.
"Aww, sorry Danvers. Can't. Can I get a raincheck?"
Alex's mouth went dry. She knew there was a PERFECTLY REASONABLE reason Maggie couldn't hang out. A million perfectly reasonable reasons. It was a Friday night...what did she expect, that Maggie would just be sitting around, waiting for Alex to text her? Alex decided to push the thought out of her mind, and go home and read a book instead. Maybe dust her apartment. Watch some Netflix. Whatever. She'd have a perfectly fine evening on her own.
Perfectly fine.
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Alex was not perfectly fine.
In fact, she was a train wreck. No matter how many different ways she tried to distract herself, all she could think about was what Maggie could possibly be doing. She knew Maggie wasn't working tonight, which meant she was OBVIOUSLY in the company of somebody else.
The idea that at that very moment, Maggie could be flashing that dimpled smile at some other girl made Alex nauseous. That her exquisite fingers could be dancing up someone else's skin made her dizzy. That her tongue could be gently exploring another woman's mouth made her want to literally die. Alex was not the jealous type. She really wasn't. She was little miss cool, calm, and collected. But she could feel herself losing control of her most basic faculties as the thoughts of Maggie in another woman's bed plagued her mind.
So she decided to do something about it. Do what? The only thing Alex Danvers knows how to do. Be a badass DEO Agent and fight extraterrestrial criminals. So she put on her helmet, hopped on her motorcycle, and headed to National City's Kymera district, where a recent spate of alien-crime had spiked.
That motorcycle ride is the last thing Alex Danvers remembers before she wakes up in the DEO clinic, body throbbing and in a daze.