Of Knights and Aliens

Chapter 29

"Danvers." Maggie says.

She had been watching Alex pace and fidget and fiddle with some stuff in the bar for the past three hours. She knows her girlfriend is anxious about what may happen, but three hours of this seems a bit excessive to her.

Maggie shakes her head at her girlfriend when Alex just hums in response, crouched and continuing to use her screwdriver to attempt to perfect one of her creations.

"Babe," she tries again.

Alex's head shoots up and she blinks like she just came out of a deep trance. "Huh?"

"Babe, we've done everything we can."

"No we haven't. These traps won't do much, they won't stop them." Alex pauses and huffs, running a hand through her hair. "Gods, if we just had more time..."

Maggie gets up from the barstool she has been sitting on and walks over to Alex, who's pacing again.

"Alex," Maggie says in a soft tone.

She stops and looks at her. The depth of the concern and worry in Maggie's eyes makes Alex deflate. When she reaches out and grabs her hand, Alex practically melts and her tensed muscles relax.

"I just wish we had more time." Alex admits. "This is a half-assed plan at best."

"That doesn't mean it won't work." Maggie says, causing Alex to give her a skeptical look. "This may not be the best plan, but it's something the smartest minds in the Kingdom came up with. You've made a bunch of traps. They won't see it coming. They don't even know that we know they're coming, let alone that they're coming here."

Alex lets out a breath and nods. She gives her girlfriend a lopsided, grateful smile. "You're really good at pep-talks."

"Thanks." Maggie beams and tugs on Alex's hand. "Now come on, let's go. That beautiful mind of yours is amazing, but like everyone else, you need sleep."

Alex blushes and clears her throat, letting herself be pulled by Maggie. Once she sees what direction they're headed in, she tugs on Maggie's hand and forces them to stop. As soon as she does, her girlfriend turns around and Alex is greeted by a confused look.

"Hang on, Mags. We can't go out that way. I may have um... Rigged a Molotov cocktail to go off if someone steps anywhere near that tripwire."

Alex points with her hand that's still holding Maggie's, who follows her gaze. Her eyebrows raise and she lets out a low whistle.

"Damn Danvers." Maggie says, sure that her girlfriend can hear how impressed she is in her voice. "Is it weird that I find that kind of hot?"

"Molotov cocktails are hot." Alex states.

Maggie squints at her girlfriend for a couple seconds until Alex's impassive mask cracks and she snorts.

"Danvers... Did you just make a joke?"

Alex nods while her girlfriend grins and shakes her head, her shoulders shaking with silent, stifled laughter.

"Tough, gorgeous, brilliant, and funny. You're a quadruple threat, Sir Alex." Maggie remarks, bumping their shoulders together. Alex flushes and clears her throat shyly. "And Danvers... Mags? Really?"

Alex's blush deepens. "Shut up, Sawyer. It's cute."

"I guess that means I can call you Allie now." Maggie teases.

Alex groans and doesn't reply to that. "Didn't you want to get out of here?"

"Well how are we supposed to do that?" Maggie asks. "Babe, you blocked off the main entrance and exit. And as far as I know, that's the only one."