“My favorite desk jockey!” Lucy leans against Alex’s desk, grinning widely. Alex glares at her, but her glee doesn’t fade. “Why the sour look?”
Alex says nothing, but the screen behind her shows Supergirl doing some hefty damage to an alien. Lucy shrugs, knowing full well what Alex would prefer to be doing at that moment in time. She also knows better than to ask if the redhead has taken some medication because of course she has.
“Bad day?”
Alex nods. “Left leg this time.”
“Ouch.”
This prompts a laugh from the otherwise morose agent. “Yeah.”
“You’re antsy, aren’t you? All that energy and nowhere to put it, huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Alex slumps against her arms and frowns at the DEO agents swarming the now disabled alien. “I was so good…”
“You still are.” Lucy smacks her shoulder. “Self-deprecation isn’t sexy, Alex.”
She perks up, curious. “Huh?”
“All I’m saying is that there’s other ways to get that energy out.” Lucy winks and walks away. “You know where to find me.”
Alex isn’t sure that really happened. She stares after Lucy and tries to calm herself before Kara gets back to base, but she’s unsuccessful. Had Lucy basically invited her to have sex? Did she want that? Well, that’s a silly question; Lucy has a smile to die for, and she’s literally one of the only people who can keep up with her.
“Al, are you okay?” Kara swoops to her side, touching her right elbow.
“Fine!” She answers a bit too high-pitch and clears her throat. “I’m fine. That was some nice work bringing that alien in.”
Kara shrugs. “It was a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding with a mean uppercut. I wish I could have been there with you. I could have helped.”
“I know. And when you have good days, you totally will again. And even if you’re at the desk, you’re doing important work, y’know?”
“Is this a repeat of senior year, seeing the results of the musical auditions? There are no small parts, just small actors?”
Kara slips her arms around Alex’s shoulders. “Something like that. But really. I don’t care what you do as a job. You, Alex Danvers, are important, especially to me.”
“Thanks, Kar.”
“So, what had your heart racing so fast?”
“Uh, I think Major Lane might have been flirting with me?”
“She has been for the past year,” Kara replies. She shakes her head and sighs. “But I’m glad you’re finally noticing.”
Tag: alex x lucy
Super Santa Exchange for @supercitycarnival
“Alex and Lucy have been working too much. Family obligations pile up around Christmas and they can’t seem to find Christmas time for just the two of them.”
so @fiddleabout wrote a thing and my hand slipped
Kalex or alex/kara/lucy: “don’t say anything”
I have more requests for the former so I’ll do the latter.
This is wonderful, and I want more of this ship now!! (This isn’t me demanding more from you beagles, just like–in general, this is a great dynamic!)
alex danvers week: favorite romantic relationship
↳ luclex aka the directorship
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” + alex/lucy
“Hey.”
Lucy looks up from her desk to where Alex is leaning in the doorway to her office. She’s not in uniform, the tactical gear traded for jeans and a hoodie, and Lucy smiles at the fact that that is definitely her West Point sweatshirt.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Lucy says, discarding the reports she’s working on. “What’s up?”
“I’m caught up on literally every single thing I need to work on,” Alex says with a shrug. “And so are you. Let’s go get dinner.”
“Would if I could,” Lucy says apologetically, glancing at the clock and shutting down her laptop. “But I promised James I’d get drinks tonight.”
“Oh,” Alex says, smile flickering momentarily. “Right.” It’s nearly ten months into this whole relationship thing they’re trying, the one that started when Alex got far too drunk at Christmas and kissed Lucy sloppily under the mistletoe Kara had hung up around the DEO: far enough in for Alex to find comfort in the easy solidity of spending almost every evening that isn’t wiht Kara with Lucy; new enough for her stomach to twist around itself because Lucy is going to get drinks with her ex.
“But you’re still coming to mine tonight, right?” Lucy says, shrugging into her coat. “Unless you’re hanging out with Kara?”
“No, no plans,” Alex says. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Have fun with James.”
She smiles, too tight and narrow to be real, and turns to go.
“Wait a minute.” Lucy’s voice chases after her, sharp and piercing, commanding enough to make Alex stop and turn in spite of herself. “Are you jealous?”
“No!” Alex says too quickly to honest. “Of course not.”
“Alex,” Lucy says, pulling at Alex’s sleeve until she turns the rest of the way around. “That’s idiotic.”
“Gee, thanks,” Alex mutters.
“You know what I mean.” Lucy rolls her eyes and pulls on Alex’s sleeves until Alex is back standing in the doorway to Lucy’s office, wearing Lucy’s sweatshirt and folding in spite of herself under Lucy’s hands. Lucy pushes up onto her toes and peers out of the office, down each side of the empty hallway, and pulls back in to kiss Alex. “You don’t have to be jealous of James. Or anyone.”
“Yeah?” Alex’s hands finally move, curling around Lucy’s hips and tugging her closer.
“Yep.” Lucy kisses her again, biting down on her lip and then sidling past her into the hallway. “See you later, hot stuff.” She slaps at Alex’s ass and dances out of Alex’s reach, making it halfway down the hallway before Alex has found her balance again and waving with a flutter of her fingers as she disappears around the corner.
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” + Alex/Lucy
Alex Danvers is avoiding her.
Lucy stalks past a collection of terrified new recruits, shoving past the training officer and stomping her way down towards the training room. There’s no Alex there, just as there’d been no Alex in her lab, or her office, or command, or satcomm, or the weaponry, or the kryptonite training room, or J’onn’s office, or the locker room. Alex’s badge hasn’t logged out of the building yet, so she’s somewhere in the DEO. Lucy just has to find her.
“Kara!” Lucy yells towards the ceiling, arms folded over her chest and foot tapping on the floor as the seconds click by until Kara whooshes into the room, cape swirling around her and the whole floor shaking when she lands.
“What’s going on? What is it?”
“Where,” Lucy says calmly. “Is your goddamned sister?”
“Alex?” Kara’s nose wrinkles. “You yelled at me because you need Alex?”
“Kara,” Lucy snaps. “Where the hell is she?”
“Server room, I think?” Kara shrugs. “Can I go? I’m helping J’onn with–”
Lucy’s already out of the room, marching to the server room. It’s three floors down and she stomps every single step of the way. It’s been nearly a week since she saw Alex. A week since the last time they spoke. A week since they had a few drinks– not too many, for once, just a few, a reasonable amount that would definitely not have impaired any of Alex’s cognition– and Lucy kissed Alex. A week since Lucy said I’ve wanted to do that for a long time and Alex kissed her back and they went back to Lucy’s apartment. A week since Lucy woke up alone, just early enough to feel the warm spot Alex had left in her bed and hear the quick snick of her front door closing.
The server room is freezing as always, and Lucy stalks through the cold air until she rounds a corner and nearly collides with Alex.
“You!” she says, pointing ludicrously and dramatically at Alex.
“What the–” Alex barely catches the laptop that she dropped when Lucy materialized at her side. “What the hell?”
“That’s my line!” Lucy half-yells. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week and what the hell, Alex!”
“I’m not avoiding–”
“Nuh uh,” Lucy snaps. “Nice try. You bailed on girls’ nights drinks with me and Kara and Lena. You never miss that. You didn’t even miss that when you got blown up and were dying.”
“I was never dying,” Alex says mildly.
“Point is, Danvers,” Lucy says, stabbing a finger into Alex’s shoulder and shoving. “We literally work side by side every day and I haven’t seen you in a week. You’re avoiding me and I want to know why.”
“I’m not–” Alex starts, only to cut herself off with a sigh when Lucy glares at her again. “I’m sorry. I just– needed to deal with some stuff.”
“Some stuff at six AM on a Saturday morning when you ghosted me in my own apartment?” Lucy can’t keep her voice steady, hurt welling up from the knot in her abdomen and pushing into her words. She slumps against one of the server banks, hands hanging down at her sides.
“I’m sorry,” Alex says softly. “I didn’t mean to–”
“You walked out,” Lucy says. “While I was asleep. After I told you how much– how I felt. What part of bailing after I told you how I felt about you didn’t you mean?”
Alex pushes at her hair, sucking in a sharp breath and pacing six steps down the row of servers and then back.
“I needed to sort some things out,” she says, finally, slowly. “And I couldn’t do that in your bed.”
“What could you possibly have needed to think about so analytically at the asscrack of dawn on a Saturday that you couldn’t do–”
“You,” Alex says, cutting her off quietly. “I had to– because it’s you, Luce. Because I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Lucy’s legs give out momentarily and she slides halfway down the server behind her, barely catching herself before she falls all the way down because Alex Danvers just said that she was in love with her. She gives up and lets herself slide the rest of the way down to sit on the floor, thunking heavily down onto the cold concrete.
“What?” That can’t be her voice, wobbly and weak as it is, but Alex sits down carefully in front of her, legs crossed and hands wound together in front of her.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” Alex says carefully. “And last weekend was– it was a lot, it was everything, but we hadn’t talked about it at all and I couldn’t think straight about anything when you were right there next to me. I can’t think around you, not really, so I had to remove you from the equation until I sorted things out.”
“Remove me from the equation,” Lucy echoes. “So you could sort things out. And this is what you came up with? Dropping that on me in the server room with no warning?”
“To be fair, you found me down here and yelled at me,” Alex points out. “I was just down here running some diagnostics for Winn and you came after me.”
“You were avoiding me,” Lucy says faintly.
“And I’d planned to talk to you after work today,” Alex says. “About– this. About how I felt. I just didn’t want to do it at work, is all.”
“Right,” Lucy says. She shakes her head and blinks rapidly, forcing her mind to center itself. “Are you serious about all of this?”
“Yeah,” Alex says. The skin over her knuckles goes red and then pale as she grips at her own hands tightly, and Lucy stares down at it for long seconds.
“We should go on a date,” she says suddenly, blinking owlishly. “Tonight.”
“We should?” Alex says. “A date?”
“Yes.” Lucy nods once, short and sharp. “A date.”
“Because you–”
“Want to go on a date with you,” Lucy finishes for her. “Tonight. And then we’re going back to my place and you’re not leaving until at least after we’ve had breakfast.”
The sharp lines of tension visible in Alex’s shoulders disappear and she smiles, relieved and tired and bright, and Lucy’s stomach turns over on itself again because she’s going on a date with Alex Danvers.
“I have to go,” she says abruptly, scrambling up to her feet. She’s still in the tactical gear she wore for munitions training this morning, and she’s been procrastinating for months on getting a haircut, and she only has four hours until they’re going to go on a date.
“Bye?” Alex says, still sitting bewildered on the floor even when Lucy’s halfway to the door. Lucy spins on her heel and speedwalks back over, grabbing at Alex’s hands and yanking her up to standing so she can kiss her, short and entirely inappropriate, before half-jogging out of the server room.
This is not a game.
Hamilton + Everything 3/?
Question of Smoke 