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The March
The crowd was thick and colorful. Kara had never seen so many pride flags waving around in the air, brilliant rainbows and pastels and neons and just…wow.
Despite the fact that she was thirteen—and just had her bat mitzvah—Alex insisted on holding her hand as they struggled through the crowd to get to the street. But Alex was also holding Maggie’s hand and Maggie was holding Adrian’s and Adrian was holding Vasquez’s hand, and Vasquez was holding…
Well, you get it. The entire SAGA club had raised enough money from bake sales (Kara’s idea) and donations to buy train tickets to National City for the Queer Pride Parade. Kara was amazed by all the queer people and allies, of all ages, that were gathered for this event. She’d never seen so many proud bisexuals in one place before. It made her heart glow and she found herself almost floating as she followed her friends to the street barriers.
As they walked through, adults in pride colors smiled down at them and a few even gave the kids high fives and fist bumps and pats on the back, congratulating them on their ‘bravery’. Kara didn’t really think she was all that brave. She was just in love.
She looked behind her at Lena, who was holding her hand as she walked at the tail end of the procession. Lena smiled back, her cheek covered in rainbow glitter. Her parents had forbade her to come to the march, certain that her dating a girl was just a phase that she was going through—and not one that they were prepared to support. But Gerta had vouched for her, lying to the Luthors about where Lena would be that day, telling them that she had been invited to see a play with a few private school kids instead.
Somehow, Lillian and Lionel Luthor, as smart as they were, bought it.
When they finally got to the barriers, the kids lined up and began to cheer, waving the tiny flags that were handed out to them and blowing kisses to the ‘Dykes on Bikes’ as they drove by. Alex and Maggie geeked out over the shiny vehicles, pointing and talking about which ones they would buy when they finally had the money.
James lifted Lucy up on his shoulders and she waved her bi flags wildly in the air, cheering and whooping and making a happy fool of herself. Vasquez did the same with Adrian, lifting the smaller boy up so that he could watch as a group of transgender individuals walked down the street, all holding hands and smiling proudly. He shed a few tears as one of the trans male individuals broke off from the group and came right toward him, giving him a high-five and a pin with the transgender flag colors on it, which read “You are VALID” in big black letters. He handed one to Vasquez, as well, giving them a fist bump and blowing a kiss, before returning to his group.
Maggie’s eyes drank in every single visible queer person and flag and float until her eyes were flooded with tears and she had to turn away, looking down at her shoes as the memories hit her.
She and Alex had the entire house to themselves. They could do anything they want. They could walk around naked if they wanted to (but they really weren’t there yet). They could play video games in Abby’s room or jump on the bed or raid Maggie’s mother’s closet.
Instead, they made out. Maggie sat on Alex’s lap and ran her hands through the short hair, smiling against Alex’s lips as the other girl rested her hand on Maggie’s hips. She brought her fingers down to stroke Alex’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the urge to grind herself against Alex’s lap, so she did, letting out soft moans at the sensations it sent through her.
“MARGARET!”
Maggie jumped back and fell off of Alex’s lap, landing on her ass on the hard, wood floor, her eyes wide with shock as she looked up at her father.
“Papi?” she said, choking a bit on the word. “Wh-what are you doing home?”
“I should be asking you the same question!” he boomed. “What is she doing in my house? Do you think it is right for you to be doing what you were doing here? How many times have I told you that that girl is not welcome here?”
“Mr. Sawyer,” Alex said, standing up and putting her hands up in surrender. “I’m so sorry. I meant no disrespect. I was just.”
“Leaving,” he growled. “Both of you. Get out of my house.”
“Papi?” Maggie asked, her voice small and quiet. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he said, “that I want you out. Go get your things and leave, Margaret. You obviously have no respect for me and my rules, so you are no longer invited to live here. Leave.”
“Papi, please!” Maggie started to sob, taking a few steps toward her father. Mr. Sawyer backed away, holding up a hand to stop her.
“Just go,” he said. “I want you and your things gone by the time I return from work.”
With that, he walked out.
“Mags?” Maggie jumped at the voice in her ear and looked up and Alex, who was giving her a look of concern. “Are you okay?” she whispered, barely audible over the thunderous cheering.
Maggie forced a smile and nodded, grabbing Alex’s hand.
“I’m fine,” she said.
But she was not fine.
After her father had kicked her out, Maggie had had nowhere to go except the Danvers’ residence. It was one of the few times that Eliza Danvers had been home from the lab and she smiled at first glance of her daughter and her girlfriend, only to frown when she saw the suitcase that Maggie was holding in her hand.
“What’s going on?” she had asked and Alex told her everything, while holding Maggie’s hand. How her father had flown off the handle after seeing them kissing and how he had subsequently kicked his own daughter out of the house. How he had told her to grab her things and leave.
“Can Maggie stay here for a while, Mom?” Alex begged. “Please? Just until her dad stops being mad at her or…or she graduates high school? She had nowhere else to go.”
Eliza considered the now-homeless girl for a long moment, before nodding.
“Of course she can,” she said. “There’s an extra bed in Kara’s room. You can stay here as long as you’d like; as long as you need to.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Danvers,” Maggie murmured, looking down at her shoes, embarrassed.
She felt the older woman approach her and then felt soft fingers under her chin, tugging it up so that they could meet, eye-to-eye. “Eliza,” she said. “You can call me Eliza.” She shrugged. “Or mom, if you feel comfortable with that.”
Maggie’s face crumbled and she wrapped her arms around Eliza, crying into her chest, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. She felt Alex come up behind her and wrap her arms around the both of them, kissing Maggie’s temple.
For the first time in over a year, Maggie felt like she had a real, safe home.
Maggie felt herself being lifted and blinked out of her memories, laughing as she found herself on Alex’s shoulders, right next to Adrian and Lucy, and just above Lena, who was now on Kara’s shoulders. Like the rest of them, she began to cheer and smiled brightly, catching rainbow leis as a group of transgender women threw them into the crowd. She clapped her hands and help up the ASL sign for “I Love You”
She finally had a family again and though they were not at all related by blood, she couldn’t have been happier about it.