#thereignofkrypton

Sam was just Sam. Superpowered, maybe, but just wonderfully, unquestionably Sam.

The smile was still lingering around her lips when she landed at in Sam's apartment, where she'd been staying for the last few weeks, and it broadened into a wide grin at the sight of Sam sitting on the couch. The thin, glowing green cuffs were still around her wrists, and she dashed forwards. Silently, she reached out, taking Sam's hands in her own, and removed them.

'It's been confirmed', she said, her voice trembling faintly with excitement, 'it's not Reign'. She laughed, unable to keep the joy from bubbling up. 'You're free, Sam'.

And then she took her face in her hands, and leaned in to kiss her.

“I know she’d like you,” he was saying too close to her ear, his fingers stroking the inch of bare skin between her jeans and her top. “Just imagine how hot that would be. Her kissing you while I...”

Alex didn’t bother to listen to what he said next, too busy staring down at the picture. In any other context, being with another woman would be so wrong, but this was okay. This was something people did. As long as a guy was there, this wasn’t gay.

She stumbled to his car and he drove her back to his place, one of his hands starting at her knee and gradually working its way up to her thigh. But all she could think about was the girlfriend. What would it be like to kiss her? To touch her? Before long he had her out of the car and was guiding her towards the door. He unlocked the door and led her inside, whispering loudly. “Sammy, baby? I brought you a special friend.”

There she was. Sitting on the couch, looking up at them, her face so serious that Alex couldn’t help a nervous laugh. Her picture hadn’t quite done her justice. And Alex, her, Alex Danvers, was going to get to do who knows what with someone who looked like she might be a model.

“This is Alex,” he said, taking his guest by the wrist and leading her to stand in front of his girlfriend. “She’s going to play with us tonight.”

It didn’t take much urging for Alex to join the woman - Sammy? - on the couch. She put one knee on each side of her and sat straddling her lap, wrapping her arms around the girlfriend’s neck. “Hi,” she whispered, the several tequila shots the guy had bought her evident on her breath.

Lena felt guilty. 

As if Alex knew what to do with this whole Sam/Reign situation. She really, really liked Sam, but finally realizing that the same person she’d been thinking about had nearly killed Kara and had actually killed hundreds of people had been a shock. Even if it wasn’t really Sam in charge, it was her face, her body.

Alex turned the corner towards the containment cell and looked at the woman curled up on the cot, looking so very small and lost.

There was no Worldkiller in that cell. Just Sam.

Alex punched in her code and stepped into the cell, not caring that it was off limits. What was J’onn going to do, fire her?

“Ruby’s safe,” she said immediately, knowing that would be Sam’s first question. “She’s staying with a friend and I’m going to go see her as soon as they decide I’m healed enough to leave.”

Alex had no idea where to start, but she couldn’t exactly say no. Not to Lena, because saying no would mean admitting that she wasn’t FBI, and then Lena would have questions. And not to Ruby, who was sitting across the kitchen counter and watching the two women, so worried and hopeful.

“I’ll find her,” she promised. Not that she knew the first thing about finding humans. But Sam had been missing for almost a week, her daughter was panicking, her boss had no idea where she might be...

Maggie probably would have been the better choice for this job, Alex knew, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t be the one to call, the one to break the silence. So she pulled out her computer and started running Sam’s information in every database she had access to. But there was nothing - no hits on her credit cards, no sightings of her car, not even a signal from her phone in several days.

She thought it was a mistake at first, when she entered Sam’s address and got a match in one of the DEO databases. A scan had picked up a Kryptonian signal there several days ago, probably from one of Kara’s visits.

Except it couldn’t be, because Kara hadn’t been there the day Sam left. Alex looked closer, and it seemed that whatever had been putting out the signal had been on the move, right towards the desert. Right past the place where Sam’s phone signal had last recorded.