Well, technically speaking they’re not cousins.
Technically speaking, Carol isn’t a great many things anymore. She’s not in the military, she’s not entirely human. Hell, she’s not even sure she is still mortal. It’s not like she’s gone and tested that one out. Mastering flight and making sense of the rest of her powers leave very little room on her plate.
So. Kara isn’t her cousin by a bond of blood, but an accident of fate has them bearing the same family name. And they’ve got a lot of other things in common too, which in Carol’s opinion is more than enough to make them relatives based on shared experience.
Found family and all that.
It’s been a relief to find somebody like Kara. Almost as much of a relief as finding out that Maria had not forgotten her, or picked up and moved away. Discover that, to Maria, it’s as though Carol never left. Slipping into the old patterns, treading the bridges that connected them had the sound of a press stud snapping shut. Closure to an unfinished chapter of her life, but also a new beginning.
That isn’t to say things are easy. They are not. One year since she’s come back and her memory is still full of holes. She rarely goes a night without cold sweats and bad dreams. Often, the sluggish light of pre-dawn finds her dozing on the couch. When it gets so bad that Maria's house — which is her house too now — feels like it's going to fold in on her and bury her alive, Carol goes for interminable runs.
Always, the porch light is on and scattering the night by the time she makes it back.
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