Crisis On Earth-1

Never Stop Loving

[Authors Note: WOW! Late upload, sorry! Kinda woke up late, and forgot it was Sunday! Just remembered now luckily, oops! I've been loving the passion, and admiration you guys have for my work. I never thought I'd be able to make you guys cry, or put a smile on your faces because of my work, but here we are. And now, I present to you, Never Stop Loving!]

Alex was stricken by grief more than anyone else, and her way of expressing it was both productive and completely unhealthy. She was consumed with a need for revenge, to put a bullet between the eyes of those who'd killed her beloved sister. And as such she'd spent almost every waking moment since Kara's funeral working herself to death in order to find the Kryptonian and Speedster that'd ripped away the purest thing in her life from her. No goodbyes, no final words, nothing. Fate worked in mysterious ways, and Alex was furious. But she believed that if she could get justice, then she'd find closure.
Of course that wasn't the case, killing those who'd wronged you lead only to more anguish, but in the heat of the moment, Alex could only see one foot in front of her. The path that was once clear was shrouded in fog, and it made her feel uneasy. But her never ending binge-drinking seemed to be doing the trick. She'd mastered the art of working under pressure, while hammered. She'd call it her very own superpower, much to Kara's disdain.
Luckily, Caitlin was a gracious host and had been keeping her well fed despite her protests, and constant forgetting to eat. She'd deliver pizza every night, and left some breakfast on the kitchen counter every morning before Alex would wake up. She couldn't bring herself to working on this at S.T.A.R. Labs, and have everyone see in such a pathetic stare. But she trusted Caitlin, to a certain extent. She'd tried to save Kara's life on the operating table and that was something she would never forget. Even if it was a futile effort, Alex would never forget the kindness this total stranger had showed her, and Kara.

Tonight, Caitlin was running late getting home; but Alex had no idea of this fact. She was far too hammered to even realise it was way past ten o'clock, and it  wasn't until her laptop's battery ran out did she noticed how utterly intoxicated she was. She managed to stand — barely without falling back into the chair — and stumbled across Caitlin's well kept apartment, knocking a few things over along the way. She cursed herself for making a mess, but knew going back to clean it up would only lead to more mess, and maybe even a few breakages.
Upon reaching her bedroom, Alex collapsed in a heap on the comfy mattress. How Caitlin was able to afford a luxury such as a memory foam mattress was beyond her, but she knew when she went back to Earth-38 that she'd buy one herself. It made her sleepless nights that little bit more comfortable, and allowed her body to get at least some relaxation. She kicked off her boots as she snuggled up under the covers, and pulled them over her head. She knew she was in a bad place, waking up every morning with a terrible hangover was no way to live, but the numbness allowed her to escape her harsh reality. Her sister was dead, and there was no bringing her back. No magical waters, Kryptonian technology, or time paradoxes were going to change that. And that was the reality she had to live. Fortunately for her, alcohol seemed to be a great way to get through it. Even if she knew it would eventually backfire and only make things worse. How long Caitlin was willing to put up with a grieving drunk sleeping in her spare bedroom was anyone's guess, but Alex would bet on not too much longer.

She heard her phone buzz, and her screen flash but ignored it. Whatever it was, they'd either call or send multiple follow up texts if it was anything important that required her attention. But nothing followed the initial text, besides the notification popping again in case she missed it the first time. She'd never gotten the point of it, and her drunken self only hated it even more. She grabbed her phone and switched it off, tossing it onto her pile of clothes on the floor, and snuggled up in the blankets, passing out due to the amount of toxins in her body that came from the scotch she'd been numbing herself with all day.
It was early the next morning when Alex woke up. She rolled over and rubbed her eyes, nursing her headache as she checked the clock which read five o'clock in the morning. She knew she wasn't getting back to sleep, and went to reach for her phone until she noticed two asprin and a glass of water on her nightstand with a little note that read 'Sorry I was home so late, your laptop is charging, and I hope you feel better soon. Please try not to drink too much, Alex. It's only going to make things worse.' Of course Alex appreciated the thought, but wasn't going to listen.
She downed the aspirin and the water, growling at her sore throat as she reached for her phone, and switched it back on. Her lock screen still had the notification up from the text, and she decided to read it.
'Hey, Alex. It's Sara Lance, the White Canary. I heard about Kara, and I'm sorry. Her funeral was lovely, and your eulogy was beautiful. I was wondering though if you'd wanna come onboard the Waverider with me, and the Legends. Anytime, anyplace, I'll take you there. Lemme know soon, okay? I'll take silence as a no. Take care of yourself, Danvers.' - 10:12 PM