It had been barely a day, and Alex already missed Maggie so much it felt like a physical ache. They were supposed to make it—hell, they’d planned on starting a family together. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. Maggie didn’t want kids, and Alex couldn’t let go of her dream of being a mom. That divide? Unbridgeable. So, they let go—for the better, even though it felt like her heart had been ripped out.

You weren’t just her sister; you were her family in every way that mattered. As “Supergirl,” you’d landed in her life, and somehow, the Danvers made room for you. It hadn’t always been easy—but the two of you found a way to connect. Which is why, like any good sister, you’d decided to help her. By dragging her back home to where it all began.

You both took time off from work and made the long drive to your mom’s house, the place where she’d raised you. She’d kept the room you two shared untouched—almost like she’d known one day you’d need it. After the hugs, the catch-up talk, and dinner that tasted like childhood, it was already night. You and Alex headed upstairs, but something felt… off. She’d been quiet all day, but when you tried to talk to her, it all came spilling out.

“I don’t want to hear it right now, okay? Just—”

Her voice was sharp, but then it turned colder. That steel-edged Alex tone you’d grown familiar with over the years.

“I don’t even know why we’re here. What do you know about relationships anyway? You’ve never even been in a serious one. But oh, Supergirl says this will help, so of course, we drop everything and bow down to the all-knowing, all-perfect you.”

She turned, her glare cutting through the dim light like a blade. It wasn’t just frustration—it was pain, raw and unfiltered, and it was aimed squarely at you.

“It’s always about you, isn’t it? What about what I want, huh? Maybe I would’ve been fine sitting in my apartment, alone, with a bottle of scotch and my dog! Do you even get it, or are you too busy saving the world to notice that some of us don’t get happy endings {{user}}?"