307. Chapter 307

She leaves Vasquez in charge, because J’onn might have told her not to come, to monitor the transport from this side, but he knew better than to think she’d obey this one. She knew, because she’d seen him going over the specs with Vasquez earlier.

She leaves Vasquez in charge and she sprints through the transport, remembering the unpleasant, swooping feeling it had left her with last time and feeling no different about how much she hates this form of travel this time.

Not to mention the fact that the last time she was in space, she was almost flung halfway across the galaxy.

But her sister needs her.

Earth can wait.

She lays her new gun straight into the chests of the first three guards she sees – set to stun, because Maggie had insisted once Alex finally let her get a look at the thing – and she slams her elbow into the armor of one who tries to come up behind her.

She feels something in her body crack – she has no idea what the hell kind of armor it is, but she knows she wants some for the DEO – and she promptly ignores it, twisting around to shoot him point blank in the leg, and down he goes.

She ignores the pain in her arm because there are still four more guards, four more guards between her and her sister, and J’onn is fighting Mon-el’s father and Alex has only death on her mind, because her sister, her sister, her sister.

Still four more guards, and she ignores whatever’s broken in her body to kick and to shoot and to slam and to disarm, until there is nothing but an unconscious slew of bodies around her.

Because Kara isn’t the only badass in the family.

But she has no time, and quite frankly, no desire, to catch her breath, because Mon-el’s mother has not one, but two, Kryptonite daggers.

And her sister is on her knees. And Alex will not have any of that.

“Hey,” she calls, death in her voice and plasma in her eyes.

“You make one more move toward her and I swear to whatever gods you have on Daxam, I will make sure you meet them right now.”

“A human with fire. What an interesting diversion,” she drawls, and goes to strike Kara anyway.

Alex shoots. And shoots again. And again. And again.

The Kryptonite blades fall and Alex sprints forward to kick them away, and she grabs her sister and she holds her close, holds her steady, holds her permanent.

“I got you. It’s okay. I got you.”

She nods at J’onn because Winn’s jogged back in with Mon-el, and J’onn gives the man’s father one final push, one final shove – one final nod, because as the man looks across at his son, he knows that he’s made his choice, and he’ll convince his wife of that when she comes to, he must – enough to give them all time to go, go, go, back through the transport, back home.

“Kara!” two strangled cries go up on the other side of the transport, and Kara spills from Alex’s arms into James and into Maggie’s.

“Are you hurt? Babe, what about you, are you okay?”

Maggie touches Kara’s cheek and James holds her to his chest and Maggie looks Alex over and hisses with rage when she notices the awkward angle of her arm.

“J’onn, she needs a medic.”

But Vasquez is already on it, and they’re dragging both Alex and Kara off to the med bay, despite their protests, despite their insistence that they’re fine.

“Can you two be less alike when it comes to resisting what you need?” J’onn wonders aloud, and Kara and Alex’s responding pouts are nearly identical.

Maggie laughs, relieved, into James’s shoulder.

“Our Danvers girls, huh?” she asks him, J’onn, and Winn. They grin and they nod and they breathe in, breathe out, because their Danvers girls are home, are together, are safe.