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Waiting

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11060937/chapters/27245103

Ch.7

J'onn senses the storm coming and heads briskly for the elevators to cut her off.

"J'ONN J’ONZZ!"

He's a few steps too late, agents skittering out of the way of the tempest as he rounds the corner.

"Where is she?"

Lucy is in full tactical gear, smudges of dark face paint smeared along her jaw where it was hastily wiped away. The red of a scrape and the underlying bruise coloring her cheekbone, her hair windblown- she must've hopped on a motorcycle and driven straight here from the base.

Her eyes are alight with fury as she advances on him.

“Director La-"

"Where's Kara? Is she-" Lucy's teeth clack together, her jaw a tight line. "What the hell J'onn! I cannot believe I had to find out from Lois-"

"Lucy!" J'onn's hands settle firmly on her shoulders and she finally stops long enough for him to get a word in.

"You were mission dark. I was planning to tell you at your scheduled check-in, which is," he twists his forearm to check his watch, "three hours from now."

Lucy stares at him, breaths heaving, visibly deflating when his words finally register.

J'onn's look is sympathetic. "I'm sorry- I didn't realize the mission wrapped early. I would have called if I knew."

Lucy exhales heavily, her head dropping forward. She takes a step back, rubbing her forehead.

"How bad?” she asks, considerably softer than before.

J'onn doesn't speak, unable to determine how to best answer amidst the chaotic swirl of emotions emanating from his friend.

Lucy straightens, crossing her arms, and when she looks back up her composure is back in place, DEO Director in her voice. "How bad is it?"

"She's critical but stable, for now."

Lucy gives him a look. He sighs.

J'onn starts walking, headed for the privacy of his office. Lucy falls in step.

As they walk he gives her the details, everything he knows about Kara’s condition so far. By the time they reach his office she's several shades paler. He holds the door for her, closing it with a click behind them.

Lucy sinks into one of the chairs in front of his desk and he sees the post-mission exhaustion catching up to her.

J'onn leans against the wall, speaking only after they've shared a comfortable silence for some minutes.

"There wasn't anything you could've done, even if you were in-country."

Lucy's gaze snaps to his, eyes narrowing. "You're not supposed to read my mind without asking."

He just smiles. "Didn't have to. I know you, Director Lane."

Lucy gives him a withering look but doesn't deny it.

“Lena Luthor?"

"Got her back, a little worse for wear but safe. She's helping Winn and Alex game-plan Kara's treatment."

Lucy leans back in the chair, arms crossed and dirt-crusted boots kicked out in front.

"And Cadmus?"

"Not much left to gain from the facility we raided- most of the personnel, weapons and experiments had already been moved off-site. But Miss Luthor was able to provide us with valuable intel: Cadmus is aware of Chimera and planning some kind of response."

Lucy leans forward. "That's an interesting development. How'd they end up on Cadmus's radar?"

J'onn shakes his head. "Unclear. But if Cadmus has their way, I'm sure they'll do their best to turn this city into a war zone."

The approaching conflict weighs heavily on them both, a tangible thing filling the space between them.

It’s something J’onn hadn’t expected, when he took over Henshaw’s place as director- how he would come to feel personally responsible for the safety of the city and it’s people. How invested he would become in this job as a secret protector. How much it would mean to him that the everyday, ordinary people would be spared the things he’s seen and experienced, that they might maintain a sense of safety, blissfully ignorant of the worst things that go bump in the night. That children and other innocents would stay that way- innocent and safe.

He rustles through one of the cabinets until he comes up with a small first aid kit which he slides across the desk to Lucy.

"You might want to finish cleaning up before you go see Kara."

Lucy frowns and he answers her unspoken question.

"Everyone's feeling... extra protective of friends right now." He gestures to his own cheek. "If you clean that up before you see Alex there's a small chance she won't insist on treating you herself."

They share a smile, both aware Alex is the most protective of them all.

J'onn's expression slips into something more solemn. "And you might save her some worry, for which I'd be grateful."

Lucy nods but doesn't move just yet, fixing him with a gaze he imagines used to make defendants squirm- though this time it's tempered with affection.

"And you? How are you holding up? I saw you've been pulling double duty."

J'onn's lips press into a thin line and it's his turn to cross his arms, but he answers honestly.

"We need the public to think Supergirl is alive and well, but-" He sighs.

It was the best solution to the mounting media frenzy after the attack on L-Corp: show the public (and the criminal elements within the city) their hero. It fell to J'onn to patrol every so often as Supergirl- and it worked.

But each time he dons Kara's visage his stomach churns at the wrongness of going out, pretending to be her, while she lies fighting for her life within the walls of the DEO.

Lucy mirrors his expression sympathetically, not needing him to put it to words.

"And outside of that?"

J'onn can't help but give her a wry look. She's one of the few people who would even dare to ask about his feelings and she knows it, knows he respects her enough to feel obligated to answer honestly.

She raises an eyebrow at him, waiting.

J'onn barks a laugh.

"I've missed you, Lucy." His smile is fond. "I'm alright. Very tired. Trying to stay hopeful."

Lucy nods, smiles back at him. "Let me know if there's anything I can take off your plate now that I'm here. I'd like to help."

"I'll do that."

Lucy rises, snagging the first aid kit from the desk. "You guys still hoarding the nice towels in the locker rooms here?"

J'onn chuckles. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about Director Lane."

Lucy rolls her eyes. "Yes, yes, all DEO facilities are kept to the same high standards."

She fixes him with a look. "I'm going to go prove myself right, and tomorrow when I order new ones for the desert base I better not get any guff from Financial."

J'onn just smiles- they both know she can do as she likes, but it's nice to have something trivial to bicker about.

“And Lucy?"

She pauses on her way out the door.

"Good to have you back."

///

Alex goes looking for Lena.

About an hour ago she'd been shocked when the CEO had actually accepted Winn's directive: "Go shower, grab a cup of coffee if you won't eat. I'll stay with Kara and I don't want to see you back in here until you're clean and caffeinated."

Lena had looked at him, looked at Kara, and then simply nodded with resignation. Alex didn’t miss the kiss she brushed across Kara's brow or how she squeezed Winn's shoulder in silent gratitude as he filled her vacant chair.

Not very many months ago, Alex had noted how the casually shared physical affection among their group had surprised Lena, maybe even made her a little uncomfortable (though she always seemed to welcome Kara’s touch).

When Lena had started to reciprocate in her own way- a playful punch to Winn’s shoulder, a nudge of her knee against Maggie’s, her hand on James’ arm to get his attention- Alex’s heart had warmed to see the younger woman become more comfortable in their group, more accepting of her place within it.

Lena’s been a constant presence at Kara’s side since the rescue, consulting with Winn and Alex, working remotely, trading off shifts sleeping in the one comfortable chair or the cot they brought in so that at least one of them is awake in case Kara regains consciousness. But Alex is pretty sure Lena hasn’t left the room except to use the bathroom, so when Alex gets back from a brief visit to the lab and Lena hasn’t returned, she goes looking.

Winn says he'd seen her briefly post-shower, pre-coffee when she swung by "just to check in" (he says this with exaggerated air quotations and the appropriate amount of sass).

He looks proud, "But I shooed her away."

He deflates a bit, brow furrowing in concern as he turns back to Kara, keeping vigil.

"Girl needs to take care of herself," he says absentmindedly.

Alex thinks that if she were to have been blessed with a younger brother, she couldn't have done any better than Winn Schott.

She sets her hand on his shoulder and he reaches up to cover hers with his own, neither looking at the other, both watching for the next rise and fall of Kara's breathing. They stay that way for several minutes before Alex resumes her search.

She keeps looking, tamping down the irrational worry that something may have happened to Lena even within the walls of the DEO. (Although, come to think of it, they've had white martians and a musical trickster and Daxamites breach their "top-secret" facility so...)

Alex walks a bit faster.

She finally spots Lena on a balcony- not the one Kara makes her entrances on, but the one Alex herself prefers, when she needs somewhere quiet to think. She knows J'onn favors this spot as well and wonders idly if he pointed Lena in this direction.

Alex walks out onto the patio, allowing her feet to scuff a bit on the cement so as not to startle Lena.

She’s clad in the extra pair of leggings and a loose black sweatshirt Alex had found among Kara's spare clothes. She’d left them beside Lena's things yesterday. (Was it just yesterday?)

The sweatshirt has a "S.T.A.R. Labs" logo emblazoned in white across the front. Alex had noticed it had become a favorite of Kara's in the last year or so, especially when she was feeling unwell. When Alex had been choosing the clothing for Lena she'd mostly been looking for something comfortable and loose enough it wouldn't constrict the bandages on Lena’s arm, but this had also felt significant somehow- that the sweatshirt clearly means something to Kara, that wearing it brings her comfort.

Seeing Lena in it does achy things to Alex's heart.

Lena's elbows rest against the railing, hands clasped. As Alex joins her, mirroring the pose, she is struck by the pang of memory: how many times have she and Kara stood like this? Side by side, eyes to the sky, watching the stars.

There are tear tracks drying on Lena's cheeks but Alex doesn't comment on them, doesn't speak, allowing Lena a chance to compose herself, to choose their course of conversation. (Or not- Alex has found Lena and so her main objective is fulfilled. She's content to share the silence, if that’s what Lena needs.)

Alex studies the younger woman from the corner of her eye. She looks... vulnerable.

Her hair is loose and hanging over one shoulder as it dries, dark circles under her eyes, feet bare.

Alex absently notes that Lena's hair has a bit of wave to it- she's so used to seeing it styled perfectly straight, almost severely so. Even at game nights, Lena's usually coming from work and she never quite loses the polished air of a CEO that she's cultivated.

Alex imagines Lena wields that look like Alex would a weapon in the armory- just another powerful tool to get the job done.

Here though, with her bare feet (she'd been wearing heels- did Alex forget to give her shoes?) and hair down, face clear of makeup… she looks impossibly young, and entirely lost.

The bare feet though... god, that reminds Alex of Kara.

How when she first got here she wanted to walk around without shoes even in the winter- something about wanting to feel the ground (or feel grounded? Alex suspects it was this more than anything, after all those years floating in space). Kara had argued that she couldn't get cold, but it was something their parents had to discourage.

The memory, and how much Lena reminds Alex of that younger version of her sister- confused and sad and grasping for something to stay tethered to- oh, it makes Alex's heart ache.

Lena is turning something over in her hands, twisting it between deft fingers. Alex glances at it and can't help but stare a little, mouth open. Didn’t she give that to-?

Lena catches her staring. "It's not the original."

She stops fiddling and holds the necklace still, draped over the palm of her hand.

"It seemed to mean so much to her- she wore it constantly." Lena rubs her thumb on the pendant. "She stopped wearing it just after the Daxamite attack, after Mon-El..."

She trails off and frowns. Alex imagines Lena's re-remembering that whole event, this time with the knowledge that Kara is Supergirl.

It takes a few minutes before Lena speaks again.

"I made a replica, when I noticed. It took a while, to get the shape right, to find the right metals." Lena shakes her head. "By the time it was finished I wasn't sure if she'd even want it. She finally told me what happened to the first one- that she'd sent it with him. She seemed so sad when I asked and- I didn't want to give her something that would just remind her of loss."

Alex just nods.

Explaining the fullness of it- that Kara did love Mon-El, and her grief had been genuine and deep… but that she also regretted giving away the necklace, had admitted as much to Alex… that as the ache of his departure faded the regret hadn't- well, that seems like a conversation for another time.

So Alex looks at the necklace and says, "I think it would mean a lot to her."

Lena meets her eyes for the first time since Alex walked up.

"You should show her, when she wakes up."

Fresh tears fill Lena's eyes at that, and she looks back out over the city. Alex kicks herself mentally- she really hadn't been meaning to make Lena more sad.

They stand in silence for a while, sinking into their thoughts, the grief and uncertainty wrought by the last forty-eight hours a heavy weight across both their shoulders.

Alex breaks the silence first. "She wanted to tell you, you know. Months ago."

She senses Lena's attention, though neither move, continuing to look out into the night sky.

"It was back when your mother took you, when Corbin kidnapped you from jail.”

Alex pauses and Lena asks, "so why didn't she?"

Lena can't quite hide the vulnerability she feels with that question.

Why didn’t she trust me? Does she trust me? Do you?

She doesn't say any of that but Alex is a good agent. She glances at Lena before continuing.

"Not because of your name.” Alex fills those words with as much sincerity as she can. “Kara trusts you- we all do.”

Lena looks like she wants to believe Alex’s words but isn’t sure.

Alex wonders how to convey the complexity of Kara’s decision.

“Despite all her optimism, Kara's seen the darkness people are capable of- even the people she loves. Even herself."

Red eyes flash in Alex's memory, a sneering smile, strength and kindness and hope turned to power and cruelty and cold inhumanity.

Alex swallows as she also remembers a gleaming green sword- covered in Astra's blood and, later, Kara's. She forces her hands to unclench, an unconscious response to the memories.

"She's not naive- believing the best of people is a choice she makes every day." Alex smirks softly. "Don't tell her I said so but she's actually a pretty decent judge of character."

Here she turns to face Lena, arms crossed as she leans a hip against the railing. "She was right about you."

Lena looks at her and Alex knows they're both remembering all the times Lena has been judged by her mother or her brother's actions, all the times Kara vehemently defended her.

"Kara trusts you, and I do too,” Alex repeats. “I hope you know that."

She tries to let Lena see how earnestly, how honestly she means those words.

"The woman I've come to know- the woman my sister loves-" Alex pretends not to notice Lena start at the choice of words, "-is nothing like her family. She is more than her name."

Lena looks away, brow furrowed, and Alex thinks she might be holding back tears again so she changes tactics a bit.

"As far as the DEO is concerned, you're an ally, have been all along.” Her tone is now playfully professional, and she leans back against the railing. "But you're still going to have to sign those NDA's."

Lena snorts and Alex counts it as a victory.

After a moment Lena looks at Alex to ask again, "so why didn't she tell me?"

Alex breathes deep, crossing her arms as she thinks of how to answer that.

"How much do you remember about that night Lillian broke you out of jail, took you to Lex's vault under the mountain?

Lena quirks an eyebrow at the detour. "Not much after I was knocked out. A vague sense of flying, some voices- nothing coherent."

Alex nods, deciding where to pick up her story.

"After you were knocked out-" she stops and directs a pointed look at Lena- "which, by the way, has happened way too often for my liking. You need to be more careful. We'll work on that."

Lena gapes.

Alex notices Lena’s shock at being big-sistered but chooses to give her a moment to collect her jaw off the floor before turning to her with her best "serious doctor" face.

"Concussions are not to be taken lightly." She lets a half-grin slip as she faces outward again. "Can't have anything happening to that brilliant head of yours."

That gets a chuckle from Lena, and a smile- a bit disbelieving, but still a smile.

Good.

"Kara got you out. Metallo's core went nuclear and it essentially created a kryptonite explosion." Alex pauses and Lena sees her jaw clench- the only outward sign of the intensity of the memory. "She- you both- almost didn't make it."

Alex inhales deeply, moving past the moment of uncertainty and terror etched in her mind, when she'd yelled for her sister and had not known if she'd ever hear her voice back again in return.

"As it was, she'd inhaled some of the particles, and by the time she landed here she was in respiratory distress, but she wouldn't let us help her until I promised to check you for injuries first."

Another small, knowing smile, a shake of her head. "Stubborn."

"You were ok, minor bumps and bruises and we put you in one of our infirmary rooms. Normally you would've been transferred directly to a hospital but- well, like I said, Kara was pretty insistent."

Alex continues, "I got Kara on some oxygen, got her settled under the sun lamps. I thought she'd fallen asleep but when I checked on her later she was gone."

Alex expression is rueful.

"I knew where she'd gone and fully intended to kick her alien ass for being stubborn and dumb but when I got there she was slumped in a chair by your bed. And I knew right away something was wrong. She's gets this-"

Alex gestures vaguely to forehead, trying to think of the word.

"Crinkle," Lena supplies with a small, fond smile.

Alex looks at her in surprise, then smiles as well. "Yes, crinkle."

"So I sat beside her, and I didn't yell or scold," she says this as if it was a feat of great self-control that ought to be rewarded.

She frowns. "When I asked her what was wrong, she-"

Alex shakes her head, sadness in her eyes.

"She asked me how many times I’ve been targeted because she’s my sister. Asked how many times James or Winn or Eliza had been in danger because they're close to her. And she looked at me and I could see that she was holding this- this guilt. This responsibility, for every time one of us- someone she loves- gets hurt."

Alex goes on.

"She's learned that she can't save everyone, and I think she knows- in her head at least- that that includes all of us. And that it's not her responsibility to keep us safe."

Alex huffs a sigh, running a hand through her hair.

"We've had that conversation a lot over the years- how to weigh her abilities and the responsibility to do what's right with the fact she also has a responsibility to herself, to have a life- that she shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting that. I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to protect her, to keep her from having to add any more to the weight she carries, the loss of her family, her whole world, but..."

Alex trails off, eyes tight. “I can’t protect her from loss. And it's part of what makes her such a hero- that she has such high regard for every single life, even after everything she’s been through."

Alex sighs heavily and looks at Lena.

"She wanted to tell you that night- it was eating her up inside. But she couldn't get past the danger she'd be putting you in. She- she got thinking about all of us and, despite the fact that your life isn't exactly boring and free of risks, the chances of you getting hurt because of her... they would inevitably go up. A lot."

Alex shakes her head.

"I tried to talk her out of it but I knew she was right, at least about that. It is dangerous, knowing a hero's identity, being someone they love."

Alex doesn't say this as if it's something bad, but just as a fact- one she is glad and proud to contend with, one that is the smallest of prices to pay for her relationship with Kara. She suspects Lena feels the same way.

"I didn't agree with her decision- and I'm not entirely sure she did either- but I wasn't going to take that away from her- the choice to try and keep someone she loves safe. Not after she's lost so much."

///

Lena’s head swims with everything Alex reveals.

She gets why Kara didn’t tell her.

Because of course Lena knows why: having a secret identity only works to keep yourself and the people you love safe if it's actually a secret.

And there's the whole Luthor thing, after all.

But some part of her is still hurt and has been wondering why her best friend hadn't trusted her with this- this huge piece of who she is.

When Alex asks about that night at the mountain, Lena's not sure if it's a deflection but she's willing to see where the detour takes them.

She bites her lip as Alex reveals what happened, after. She’s stuck somewhere between affection, wonder, and the strangeness of having no memory of those events.

And then Alex talks of Kara- Kara, not Supergirl- carrying the burden of the Last Daughter of Krypton, living each day with unquantifiable, unspeakable loss.

Lena can see how much it hurts Alex- the knowledge of that weight, not being able to protect Kara, to save her from that pain.

Her doubt and frustration become more complicated as she hears how Kara looked out for her, the fear for Lena’s safety, the deep desire to keep her safe.

And Alex doesn’t have to say it.

Lena knows- knows it as a resonance in her soul.

That Kara would do anything, anything to protect the people she loves, would give her all to keep even a stranger safe.

Anything to keep another life being added to that dark side of the scale, the one already weighted more than any soul should have to live with.

Even if it meant making a choice that hurts, that inflicts hurt.

“I wasn't going to take that away from her- the choice to try and keep someone she loves safe. Not after she's lost so much,” Alex is saying.

Lena thinks she gets it.

She and Kara still have some things to talk about but… Alex has provided valuable context. Lena might disagree with Kara’s conclusion but she can’t help but understand the choice Kara made, even if she’s been hurt by it.

They can work with that.

Lena takes her time responding, weighing Alex's words, measuring her own response.

Finally she says, "Thank you. That… helps.”

"Kara and I still have some things to work through, but,” Lena turns her head to look at Alex. "That really was helpful. Thank you."

Alex nods, clasped hands bouncing on the rail in time with her head.

They resume their watching of the city. A crisp breeze from the bay filters through the buildings, the promise of spring in its scent.

Lena breathes deeply, grateful to be in the open air, free. Wondering if the air tastes different from the heights where Kara flies. Wishing Kara were standing beside them so she could ask.

“Thank you, by the way. For coming to get me.”

Alex looks at her briefly before turning back to the view. “Kara, when she was-“

Alex cuts herself off and Lena thinks maybe she doesn't want to know what’s causing the haunted look in Alex’s eyes.

“She was worried about you. Made me promise to find you, to get you out.” Now Alex meets her gaze. “But we would’ve come for you anyway.”

Alex is sincere, steely. It looks an awful lot like protectiveness, like family.

Lena wonders when she’ll get used to seeing that directed at her, on her behalf.

She nods, speaks through a tightening throat. “Thank you.”

Her toes curl against the cement, the rough texture reassuring. Warmth emanates from the surface, having soaked in the sun all day.

With the stars above, the wind in her hair, and the sun at her feet, Kara’s name beats steadily in her chest, and Lena watches the sun rise.

///

“It’s okay, you know."

Lucy starts, glancing left with a grimace. Maggie should not have been able to sneak up on her like that.

She leans into the offered hug, clasping her arms tightly around the other woman before leaning back to get a good look at her. "How you holding up? How's Alex?"

Maggie cocks her head. "We're hanging in. How are you doing, Lane?"

Not hiding her feelings as well as she thought, apparently. "I'm fine."

Lucy leans against the wall beside Maggie, directing her gaze through the window and into the infirmary once again. They stand in silence, watching Winn tap away at a tablet at Kara's bedside.

Maggie speaks. ”My father and I... don't get along, haven't really talked since he kicked me out of the house as a teenager." A small tip of Maggie's head. "But I hear you're no stranger to complicated father-daughter relationships."

Lucy glances at her. The bit about her father is new information, but the lack of emotion behind her words indicates it's not the point of her story. She doesn't comment, just nods to acknowledge the newfound common ground.

"The closest thing I ever had to a genuine father figure was my training officer." Maggie smiles fondly. "Good man. Managed to stay that way despite the job and the mess that is Gotham."

Sadness ghosts across her face as she nods toward the window. "He got caught in a chemical attack my third year on the force. Died in a hospital room like this one. I held his hand."

Lucy's mouth opens and closes soundlessly. There are no words for something like that. She knows.

Maggie tilts her head to look at Lucy, empathy shining deeply in her eyes. "I don't know who you lost, but it's okay, if you don't go in, if you can't."

She turns to face forward again. "Took me years before I could step foot in a hospital room without heaving my guts out."

Lucy weighs the cost of being vulnerable in this moment, of acknowledging the memories that are there, just below the surface, waiting to drag her under.

"My mother." Lucy feels Maggie's eyes on her and meets her gaze. "Cancer."

She looks away. "I watched her waste away. And then Lois left and my father disappeared into his work, became this military persona- a general with no time to be a father."

It stings, even now- that he shut her out of his grief, that they both left her to shoulder the burden of her own sorrow alone.

She's not sure that wound will ever heal.

"Every time I see a hospital bed the nightmares come back, even after all these years. Not even Afghanistan stayed with me like that."

She's lost count over the years- how many nights she's watched the people she loves, reduced to skin and bones, fading into dust before her eyes. And all the while she's paralyzed, powerless, unable to do anything but bear witness to their deaths.

Lucy huffs a laugh. "When Kara first told me she was Supergirl I thought I'd finally found a friend who wouldn't end up starring in my nightmares."

She shakes her head. "God, I was a fool. We made it, like, three weeks before shit hits the fan and she's flying into space to save us all."

What Lucy doesn't say is that after Myriad she didn't dream about Kara getting sick, or disappearing into space. No, the nightmare was this one- the one where Kara gets shot.

Because even though she was under Myriad's control, Lucy remembers looking down her gun, firing bright green rounds, Kara’s pleading face in her crosshairs, Kara jerking to the side as one of the rounds connects with her arm.

What Lucy wouldn't give for this to be one of her dreams. To be able to wake and find the world right again.

Lucy looks at Maggie, ready to change the subject. "J'onn said you and Alex were on site when..."

Maggie nods and Lucy sees the weariness in the curl of Maggie's shoulders. Between Lois and J'onn Lucy has pieced together the events of that day, and the woman in front of her was at ground zero, saw the worst of it.

"Yeah." Maggie's eyes go unfocused and Lucy wonders what she's seeing, remembering. Her voice is even rougher than it's usual rasp. "Talk about nightmares."

Maggie comes back from her memories. "I've got a nice bottle of scotch at home waiting for when this is over. Which, you're welcome to help me with, by the way."

Lucy's been friends with Maggie long enough to know she deflects with humor, but the smirk she gives Lucy doesn't reach her eyes or cover the haunted look there.

Lucy wants to press, if only to remind Maggie that she should talk to someone, shouldn't bottle up those memories. She knows first hand how the things you shove down can end up eating you up inside.

But despite Maggie's calm exterior, she's clearly still feeling raw. This is a fresh wound, and Lucy's not going to poke it.

"Name the time and place and I'll be there."

Maggie smiles and nods, pushes off the wall.

"Want to spell Winn with me?"

No time like the present to face your fears.

Lucy nods, and they step into the room together.

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