Friendly Fire Part 2: Just Breathe
Lucy wasn’t entirely sure how she made it back to the city. She’d been in a meeting and missed the panicked call from that teacher Maggie was supposed to spend the day doing talks for. She’d been in a meeting, listening to draft dodging generals groan on and on about budgets and classification levels and women in the military while Maggie was trapped in a school with no protective gear and some coward bottom feeder that somehow survived the Police Academy.
She was in some useless meeting with her phone on silent while Maggie was saving kids.
Tag: director sanvers
we get what we deserve [way down we go]
director sanvers // tw: violence
you know the standard operating procedures backup your decision, but alex was still hurt, still may be dying – and there are no guidelines to make you feel better about that.
[or: lucy is faced with an impossible choice and has to deal with the repercussions]
”take the shot.”
that’s alex’s voice in your ear. you hear the urgency, the panic.
”director,” that’s agent bird’s voice “he’s dialing. this is the only chance we’re gonna have.”
you know the sniper is right.
”tell him to take the shot, luce.” alex’s composure is slipping, you can hear it. you can almost see it on the grainy cctv footage winn pulled up of the warehouse ”do it.”alex is saying, and her voice is more urgent now ”you have to tell him to do it.”
you know she’s right.
you know hundreds of lives are hanging in the balance.
”it’s okay luce.” that’s alex’s voice, soft and understanding – despite it all ”you have to do this.”
“i’m sorry.”
those are your own words.
your last words to alex.
“take the shot.”
barely have the words left your lips when there’s an echoing crack and on the screens spread in front of you,
the perp falls.
alex falls.
a door behind you flies open “lucy, what the hell did you do?”
that’s kara’s voice.
It seems a lot of prompts in the Director Sanvers world focus on Alex or Lucy. I’d love to see Maggie getting fairly injured (at work), and the fall out. I guess I’m imagining something a little longer than a single part prompt.
Maggie loved community outreach. Granted, she usually worked within the confines of alien outreach, but today she had the chance to reach kids before they became bigoted assholes like her parents. It was a career day of sorts, a favor for an ex’s current girlfriend, a science teacher at T.H. Maiman High. Come in, talk about the Science Division and how they (admittedly mostly just Maggie) were working to be better than the cops the kids saw on tv.
could you do “you can trust me” for director sanvers from the four word prompts
tw: alcoholism, brief suicidal ideation
i don’t know what you guys expected from me, but here y’all go. some angst.
you are cold.
the night is dark and clear. stars hang in the sky, frozen by distance and there is no moon to speak of. shadows are deep now, darker, infinite if you look at them too hard. too closely. for too long.
you stare.
you are unblinking for what feels like hours.
a bottle in your hand, you sit, curled on the edge of your balcony staring across a cityscape, a city that even in these midnight hours, still has a pulse.
the sleep beast, waiting to be awoken by the rising sun.
like you,
a sleeping beast that awoke, that reared it’s head inside of you, overwhelmed you.
this need.
this urge.
this desire.
this unending, unrelenting torment that whispers in your ear until you’re not strong enough to ignore it any more.
you take another pull from the bottle.
the whiskey burns your throat and tears spring to your eyes.
the two are unrelated, occurring in the same moment by chance. the burn from the drink feels good. the sting in your eyes from the tears, does not.
you set the bottle down, pushing it out of arms reach with a foot. it catches on the edge of the door frame and before you can stop or even react, the bottle tips. its precious contents spilling across the floor.
city lights glitter in the spreading pool.
you stare, arms wrapped around your knees, chin pressing against the space between your knee caps.
you close your eyes.
the wind is cold against you, but the chill feels good. it feels like punishment.
Director Sanvers “Sorry, were you sleeping?” please :-)
tw: mentions of violence
it’s a knock on the door that wakes lucy. the knock is soft, it’s gentle, the person on the other side of the door seems aware of just how exhausted lucy is likely to be at this hour.
“come in.” lucy says, her voice hoarse and thick with sleep.
she sits up, a paper from lucy’s most recent report sticks to her cheek and lucy only just manages to pull it off before the door is swinging open. into lucy’s office steps maggie, who’s got a blanket folded over one arm, and a what looks like a bag of food in the other. maggie takes a glance at kara, who’s fast asleep on lucy’s couch, and then,
“sorry,” she says quietly, taking a look at lucy as she walks over “were you sleeping?”
“was it that obvious?” lucy asks, and she’s standing, seeking the comfort of maggie’s embrace “i didn’t even realise i fell asleep.”
maggie smooths lucy’s hair “i’m not surprised.” she says, her voice a low whisper “it’s nearly four in the morning.”
“shit.” lucy says quietly “i- they wouldn’t let me in alex’s room.”
Vault
Established Maggie/Lucy with Alex crushing hardcore
Parkour au?
Grad school au?
Something like that
Alex slid into the booth, setting the pizza and tray of buffalo wings down as she did so. She had barely settled before a phone was thrust in her face. She stared at the picture of Maggie for a moment before looking up at Lucy with a raised eyebrow.
“That is a great lockscreen, but I do know what Maggie looks like.”
Lucy rolled her eyes as she pulled the phone back. She unlocked it, then thrust it back at Alex.
An unplayed YouTube video.
A familiar unplayed YouTube video.
She looked at Lucy again, schooling her face into confusion.
“Just watch it,” Lucy sighed. “Maggie and I found it last night.”
Alex glanced between the two, ignoring the way her chest always tightened around them, then played the video.
She watched as a person wearing a GoPro followed another as they ran across the roofs, jumping and rolling and vaulting.
Her and Kara.
“I want to do parkour,” Lucy announced through a bite of wing.
Alex glanced over the phone to see Maggie rolling her eyes.
“You are not doing parkour,” Maggie said.
“And who are you to stop me?”
“Your girlfriend.” Maggie took a sip of her beer. “Really though, it’s dangerous.”
Alex looked back at the phone to see the person do a wall pass before moving into a jump and landing on the edge of the skyscraper.
“Not to mention,” Maggie continued. “Trespassing in places.”
Lucy scoffed.
“Really,” Maggie pushed. She pointed at the phone. “Those two? They cross the L-Corp building constantly.”
“Well, Ms. Security Guard, what are you going to do about it?” Lucy asked.
The video ended. Alex passed the phone back.
“Maggie’s right,” she said, pulling a slice of pizza from the pie. “That’s dangerous as fuck.”
Lucy pouted. “That’s rude, you two aren’t supposed to team up against me.”
Maggie pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Get used to it, babe.”
“Oh, is Alex finally joining us for some fun?”
Heat rose up Alex’s cheeks even as it settled low in her stomach.
Maggie shoved Lucy lightly. “Leave her alone.”
Alex ducked her head, hoping to hide any disappointment.
“Anyway,” Lucy said. She pulled the phone towards her and put on another video before shoving it back towards Alex. “This channel is great. They’ve got all of these videos of their runs and a linked Instagram account with pictures.”
“Do you know who they are?” Alex asked.
Lucy shook her head.
“They always have those masks on,” Maggie answered. “Probably because they know it’s illegal.”
“Parkour itself isn’t illegal,” Alex absently replied, watching the new video – a simple run, the traceur not wearing the GoPro was wearing a bi flag t-shirt.
“You big on parkour, Danvers?” Maggie asked, tilting her head to the side.
Alex looked up from the video, eyes wide.
“Not…not really. The gym I go to has a parkour area…thing.”
Lucy grinned. “Really? So, could you help us figure out who these two are?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Cause I want to meet them?”
Alex rolled her eyes. “I don’t really do anything with any of that, sorry.”
Lucy huffed.
Alex glanced at the time in the corner of the phone screen.
“Crap, I gotta get to lab hours,” she said, shoving the textbooks piled at the other end of the table into her bag. “I’ll see you two later?”
“Of course.”
Alex glanced back when she reached the door.
Maggie was holding some of Lucy’s hair back as she kissed the side of her head.
Alex let out a small breath. Longing filled her chest before she pushed out of the restaurant.
–
“Can you hold it for another moment?”
Alex rolled her eyes. “Yes, Kara, I can hold for another moment.”
She stared at the bar a few feet below her. She focused on her breathing, on keeping her body still. She tried to not pay attention to the blood rushing to her head in her upside down position.
“And, done.”
At Kara’s words, Alex untwisted her body, then dropped off of the ledge she had been posing on to the roof a few feet below. She rolled into the landing, but let the momentum go, falling back onto the roof.
She stared up at the sky, at the clouds floating past, at Kara floating down, scrolling through the pictures she had taken. Alex pushed herself up as Kara floating right to a seated position.
“I like this one,” Kara said, passing the GoPro over.
Alex pulled her mask down to hang from her neck.
The picture was good, capturing the strength and control she was using thanks to her sleeveless shirt. Her hair fell in front of her face, leaving just the rainbow mask visible. The city and ocean and dawn sky framed her.
“It’s good,” she said. “Post it.”
She passed the GoPro back, looking towards the city. She scooted closer to the edge of the roof, letting her legs hang down. She stared out, at the ocean meeting the sky.
“Maggie and Lucy found the channel,” she said.
“Really?” Kara asked, scooting up next to her.
Alex nodded. “Lucy wants to figure out who we are.”
“That would be bad, right?”
Alex shrugged. She pulled the mask from her neck, staring down at it in her hands.
“Have you thought any more about telling them?” Kara asked, voice soft.
Alex traced the colors of the rainbow back and forth. Had she thought about it? Of course she had. She thought about it every time she saw them.
But…
“I don’t know. If I come out, I can’t take it back, you know? It’s out there and, and…”
“Real?”
Alex looked to Kara, then nodded.
“It is real, Alex,” Kara said. “This part of you is real.”
“I know, I know. I just…not yet, okay? I’m just not ready yet.”
“Okay. When you are, I’m here for you, alright?”
“I know.”
Alex pressed a kiss to Kara’s temple, then put the mask back on.
“Last one to the ground buys dinner tonight,” she said before rolling backwards to get on her feet and racing across the roof, diving right into a flip across the gap between the next building.
I have neither explanation, nor excuse for this.
AU where Alex and Kara are doing the Kim Possible thing, but in secret. Lucy is a teenager witch, complete with centuries old aunts and Salem. Maggie is a Power Ranger. They have been managing to keep these secrets, until they end up doing a group project together.
27) “Oops?” For the prompt ask
Someone wanted some fluff, they know who they are, and idk if they’d want to be tagged. Here’s an attempt when I have three angst fics up in the background XD
After the World Killers are dealt with, J’onn sends them out of the city. He calls it a vacation, but Lucy suspects he doesn’t want their antics to be his problem. She can’t help it if there’s too fine a line between genius and insanity. It’s also totally not her fault, Kara only ever respected her authority when it came to helping Cat Grant. And, also, not laying hands on James while Lucy was still dating him, but that’s not so much authority as it was common decency.
So, J’onn negotiates with Maggie’s Captain so that she can take time off as well, offering up a handful of recruits to learn the ways of the NCPD Science Division in hopes of better working relations. They go to Midvale, but only Kara stays with Eliza. Alex’s bed is too small for the three of them, and they really don’t want Eliza to be on the other side of the guest bedroom’s wall. So they rent a beach house for the week. Kara does spend a lot of her time with them, and Eliza stops by the beach house for at least once meal day with them. Neither have to be told to call ahead, which is great, but also speaks of just how much Kara has complained about flying in on them.
The beach house is on the outskirts of town, isolated from the neighbors, surrounded by trees, and with instant access to the beach. Alex spends the first day surfing, only coming in to hydrate and grab a protein bar. Lucy and Maggie do join her on Alex’s old boards, but neither of them knows how to surf or have the desire to learn. Getting Maggie that far out from shore is a big enough task, seeing as how she believes the only thing in the sea is sharks waiting to chomp her legs. Alex insists it’s a misconception, but then Maggie pulls up the shark attack data for Midvale’s stretch of coast.
once a lady told me that if my plants are dying even when I’m caring for them correctly, it means they’re absorbing the curses my enemies are casting upon me. so now when my plants randomly die, I wonder if they died protecting me.
whoa
Is this why witches live in the forest? Blanket curse immunity?
[desert witch sees 1 tumbleweed] holy sHIT
@majordetectiveagent Maggie is mad cause her bonsais keep dying and asks Lucy and Alex to please stop being such assholes to people so they dont get cursed as much
Maggie’s bonsais keep dying and she can’t figure out why until witch!Lucy takes a look at them with a bit of her magic and is like, “Huh.”
Maggie: “That’s not a confused ‘huh.’ That’s the ‘huh’ of ‘well, this is new and frightening.”
Lucy: “So these are filled with ill intent. Outside ill intent, cause I know damn well what it feels like when one of you want me to sleep on the couch.”
Alex: “Bonsai shield?”
Lucy, nodding: “Bonsai shield.”
Maggie: “I’m blaming the two of you for our need for one.”
L&A: *indignant squawking*
Maggie: “This has never happened before. Therefore, your fault.”
We’re Holding On To Something That’s Invisible
A long awaited 7k sequel to the soulmark fic Holding On To Something I Haven’t Got. Same Linkin Park song inspired this title. I hope it lives up to expectations. Lemme know.
“But did you honestly try to find a way to reverse what was done to you? Or were you relieved you wouldn’t have to lie to anyone else or live up to their expectations?”
When Alex actually had a moment to herself to think, she really, truly, wanted to slam Kara into a wall. Of course, she tried to find a reversal. Of course, she wanted to have her soul mark healed. As much as Kara was right about Alex being relieved, that didn’t mean she wanted to miss out on the brief moment of that mythical euphoria. Even if Alex had ended up not liking her soulmates, at least she would know who they were.
Alex hadn’t been the only one affected by the Jatarian’s actions. Griff didn’t deserve what had happened to him. She had tried for months to find a fix for their situation. Between ops and labs and training, Alex had spent every free moment studying the tools used to harm them. She had combed through every bit of research, having learned an entirely new language. But the Fort Rozz escapee really hadn’t been interested in a way to reverse his damaging studies. All he wanted was to cause humans pain.
Now, Alex had to sit in her lab, with old reports opened on her desk and on her computers. The Jatarian’s tools were still in their sealed container, but now they were in sight for the first time in almost three years. She knew the flare of pain on her wrist was a phantom one. It still made her twitch.
Question of Smoke 