756. Chapter 756

She didn’t say anything about it; not this year.

Not since her father came back into her life and left again after attempting genocide in her name; not since she’d been tortured by a man she’d grown up with; not since faith in anything other than her chosen family didn’t mean much of anything to her anymore.

She didn’t say anything about the High Holidays, but Maggie knew anyway.

She knew because Alex glazed over when Winn asked if they all wanted to come by his apartment to celebrate the new year.

“Yeah, definitely,” Alex had said, but Maggie was a detective, and so she detected.

Little Danvers, she was typing not a moment later, to the blonde in tights and a short skirt standing not ten feet from her, what’s the thing for Rosh Hashanah? Apples, honey, and a new fruit?

Kara – Supergirl – turned and raised her eyebrows at Maggie. “Why?” she mouthed, and Maggie frowned, holding up her phone and gesturing for her soon-to-be sister-in-law to use the damn thing.

Supergirl pouted (Maggie chortled at that) and took out her phone with an exaggerated sigh.

“You know you two are being very non-discreet about texting each other right now, ma’am?” Vasquez leaned back in her chair to confirm.

“Not my fault Supergirl flies places on buses,” Maggie countered with a grin.

“It was one time!” Kara protested out loud, flailing her arms above her head in exasperation.

“You alright, sis?” Alex checked bemusedly from her console, and Kara murmured something about Lena being highly distracting.

Maggie’s phone buzzed.

Do you want to have something for Alex? She told Eliza she didn’t want to do the holidays this year; and I know she’s still hurting about Jeremiah, of course. Should I fly somewhere and get her a fruit she’s never had, anyway?

Maggie and Kara both looked up from their phones to stare across the DEO command center at Alex, brow furrowed as she stared over Winn’s shoulder at some satellite data or other.

Her shoulders were tensed and she was biting the inside of her cheek; neither of them had seen her take a break in far, far too long, despite their attempts to insist otherwise.

Kara and Maggie’s eyes met, and Kara just nodded once. She whispered something to J’onn, who crossed his arms over his chest to keep the emotion in, approvingly.

Supergirl took off.

She came back to Maggie’s apartment later that night with an armload of ripe green harroush.

“To honor people who survive,” she told Maggie, who hugged her in between laying out apples and honey for Alex.

Lena, Winn, and James got there an hour before Alex did – Winn was more than happy to change venues when Maggie had suggested the change to him – and J’onn arrived with Eliza, having taken a trip in his flying car, made it in through the window just as Alex’s key hit the lock.

Maggie had texted to tell her that their family was over the apartment, so she wasn’t taken completely by surprise, so she could brace herself for company.

“Shana tovah, babe,” Maggie offered in a soft voice, coached patiently by Winn, as Alex stepped inside.

“A sweet new year for the sweetest sister,” Kara beamed as Alex let Maggie hold her, her eyes sweeping her apartment, full of family and love and everything she had wanted but nothing she had known how to ask for.

“So this year kinda sucked,” Winn offered as he and Maggie poured Moscato for everyone. The Superfamily laughed as Lena clinked glasses with her girlfriend and James, with his boyfriend.

“Not all of it was bad,” Lena kissed Kara’s cheek, and Kara adjusted her glasses with a reddened but pleased face.

“But a lot of it was hard,” Eliza put an arm around her eldest, and Alex tensed instinctively before relaxing into the new, still unfamiliar rhythm she’d been developing with her mother. “And my girls were so brave through it. All of my girls.” She gestured to include Maggie and Lena, who had to lean into each other for support, because having a mother after all this time was…

Well, Eliza was right. The year hadn’t been that bad after all.

“And your boys,” James held up his glass, and Eliza clinked it with hers and laughed.

“And my boys,” she agreed.

“The best things that this year brought us was each other,” J’onn agreed, pulling Alex and Kara close into his chest even as they held out their hands for their girlfriends. “And this next year will be even sweeter for it. Shana tovah, Alex. I could never ask for a braver, kinder daughter.”

“Shana tovah,” Alex whispered in a small, choked voice, burying her head in J’onn’s chest as she reached out for Maggie and Kara’s hands.

“Thank you,” she mouthed to them both, because she knew.

Of course, she knew.