Cramped Heart

The night after Diana does not go through the worst day of her life, she falls in bed with Sigma and Phi.

Not a euphemism. After- all of this (or rather, none of this- timelines are confusing like that) they all drove through the Nevada desert to the first hotel they could find and crashed on the sheets, exhausted. C-team and Q-team went into their own rooms, leaving D-team alone in a three-persons bedroom.

The place is clearly built for a couple and their child. The king-sized bed is not made to host three adults, yet alone anyone as tall as Sigma is. The only way for all of them to fit is with Phi cradled against Diana's chest and Sigma curled around them both.

The third bed stand at the corner of the room, unused. Diana remembers. She remembers the incinerator and the gun and the acid and so many things that never happened-

Sigma's chin rests on the top of her head. Phi's breath hits her collarbone.

They're alive. They're alive. Her... family, is alive.

Family. Diana is still trying to wrap her head around that word. Family. It doesn't feel real. It doesn't feel real, that the man holding her is (will be- could have been- was-) her husband. It doesn't feel real, that the woman next to her is (would have been) her daughter. She's known the people in her bed for three days (for an infinity of three days), it feels like too much and too little at once.

And yet... there is love, Diana knows.

She loves Sigma, in a way- perhaps not in the way she did in those memories she's glimpsed at, but she is fond of him. He's handsome, and caring- she can absolutely see herself falling for him.

As for Phi- it must be motherly instinct, right? That warmth in her chest? Phi is funny, and kind, bearing wide blue eyes that make Diana want to take her in her arms. Somewhere, deep inside of her, Diana must be recognizing that she gave birth to that girl. Why else would she be so attracted to her? Why else would she want to hold Phi, to take her hand, to make her smile, to-

Diana immediately shuts down that train of thought. This- is motherly instinct. It must be. It can't be anything else. It can't.

Sigma grumbles something incomprehensible above her, holding her tighter. Slowly, Diana lets out a breath. Phi does not budge.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she'll process it all- those memories that aren't hers, this death game she did not partake in, and everything about the three of them. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

For now, being alive together will have to be enough.