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Playmate, Soulmate

This is my Karamel Secret Santa gift to the one and only @threesilverthings88 Happy holiday, Marcella! I hope this could warm your Karamel heart in a cold winter night - or at the very least, a fun one to read. Hope you like it! ♡ And to my Karamel fambam, enjoy your reading. Merry Ho-Ho-Ho! and joy to you all!🎅 Love, yours truly @pwettypwita

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Base story : There’s a myth amongst Kryptonians that when a girl reaches certain age in their adulthood, by matriculation between the astronomical and calculations of her birth day, the person she will bound for the rest of her life will come. They called it soulmate. Kara Zor-El, daughter of Zor-El and Alura, finds the myth ridiculous. There’s no such thing as soulmate, there’s no such thing as love. It’s all just a chemical reaction matches up one and another. That’s what she believe. But when someone from a far come and touch her heart, will it change her mind?

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“I like building a sandcastle”, said a girl in her playsuit dress. The sand was all over her hands and legs, but the big smile on her face said she doesn’t mind the dirt at all.

“Yeah, me too. I like building a sandcastle too”, her playmate, a boy around her age replied while his hands kept him busy with his sandcastle. “I like building a sandcastle.. with you”, the boy giggled.

A happy eight years old carefree little Kara, were enjoying her play time along with her new playmate. A boy whom she just met but quickly befriended. Life hasn’t put any weight or responsibilities on any of their shoulder just yet as both of them giggled and told each other stories.

“You know, I used to play with my cousin. Her name is Alexandra. She’s like a big sister to me. But she’s now busy with her school assignments and homeworks. We don’t have much time to play together again, like we used to”, Kara told him. “We should play together next time. We could build a bigger sandcastle together!”

“Yeah we should. And we could. But, Kara, do you think she’ll be fine with me? Do you think she’ll like me?”

“Well.. I like you”, she said it innocently, smile nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I like you too”, he said with a charming smile.

“But I like you more”

“I like you most!”

They giggled. There were no beaches in Krypton. But this thing was the closest. With the sand, and the heat of a sun, this was the closest thing to a beach they ever known.

While they continued building their sandcastle and had a friendly and rather unimportant conversation but it’s necessary for two eight years old kids; something like who makes the better big door entrance of the sandcastle or who will run and take over the castle or what is inside the castle and how majestic the inside of it looks, Kara’s mother, Alura, came and called for her.

“Sweetheart, come on. It’s time to go. Your father is waiting for you”, Alura said.

“Mother.. But we haven’t finished our sandcastle yet. We’re about to put a barricade. Just another five minutes, please?” She pleaded.

“It’s your fifth of "another five minutes”, Kara", she reminded. “I’m sorry, my dear, but we really have to go, come come”

“Okay mother”

Unhappily obliged her mother’s order, she stood up. She wiped the sands off her hands and legs tho she was not ready and don’t want to say goodbye to her playmate.

“I’ll see you again, Kara”, the boy waved at her. A sad smile on his face.

“Until we meet again..”

“Kara”, Alura called her. “..my dear, it’s late”

Coming from her bedroom door, Alura walked inside and snapped Kara from her thoughts. Childhood memories were the ones to keep.

“Why haven’t you go to sleep?” Alura asked.

Kara placed a piece of sandcastle picture back to her diary and topped it with another pile of paper she was working on before. Her desk looked like a mess.

“Is there something bothering you, my dear?”, she asked again as she came closer to her.

“Mother, can I ask you about something?”, she moved to her bed and her mother followed.

“Of course. What is it my dear?”

“Do you remember that gala we’re invited to?”

“Zurvishehd Ocular? Of course. What about it my dear?”, she asked.

“I don’t have to come with you and father, do I? I mean, I really don’t have to go to that gala, right? I have a pile of aksara needed to be done by this week. Gandra will kill me if I don’t finish it”

“Kara.. The event is not for me nor your father. It’s a celebration of the long unity of our planets. The unification of peace between our world; Krypton, Daxam, and Z'ar. It’s also a celebration for the youth. And by this year, you don’t have to attend under my supervision anymore, Kara. You sure don’t want to miss it”

“But I’m not into any celebration right now”, Kara whined.

“But I know you’re into beautiful gowns” Alura smiled. And then she walked back and grabbed something that was hanging from behind the door.

And stand before her, a soft pink champagne long gown with light material of silk and lace, floral appliques and pearls here and there, a matching tone of pearl beads on its high neck and beautiful cut puffy sleeve.

“..something like this?” Alura continued as she showed Kara the dress.

“Mother.. That’s very beautiful” Kara took the dress from her mother and inspecting the dress meticulous details. It was a very very beautiful dress.

“Not as beautiful as you. But I know, this one is perfect for you. Wear it with that beautiful smile on your face, and this” Alura showed Kara a plexiglass heels with the same silky satin pink champagne color on its body. And with that, she’s sold.

“Okay, mother. I’m going. But I’ll go by myself. We meet at the hall” Kara had this sudden excitement in her stomach. Alura’s smile only got bigger.

“I’ll arrange everything for you. Now, time to go to sleep” Alura placed a kiss on Kara’s temple before she walked back to the door and out of Kara’s bedroom. “Good night, Kara”

“Good night mother”

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It’s the day of the gala. The celebration of peace, a celebration for the youth. She’d been to this event almost every year for the last five years. But this time, this year, it feels different. Not because she doesn’t need to attend the gala with her parents anymore, it’s just a different atmosphere, a different ambience, a different something. It makes her think that things are going to change tonight, her life is going to change tonight.

Kara just walked out of her pod, and into the great hall of Zhor. The dome ceiling convention hall looks majestic, especially with the beautiful decoration and foods on silver and gold platters. The not-so-party people of Krypton were going all out for the annual event, Zhurvishehd Ocular.

There were thousands of people attending the event. She was going to find her parents to tell them she’s arrived, but maybe, she could go and have some fun first. She sure needed one.

She just took the last step of the stairs, thinking about grabbing some drinks and fingerfoods on the right wing, before she slipped on her beautiful dress and fell.

“Dammit”, she cursed under her breath.

Pretty sure she wasn’t aware that someone was holding her right arm, catched her from the fall, until the man spoke.

“Be careful, my lady”, the man said.

“Oh, thank you. The floor is slippery” Kara politely smiled, thanking him in a way.

And there right there, stand before her, the most inviting and hypnotic pair of hazel grey eyes.

“You sure you okay?”, the man asked as he politely smiled at her.

“Yeah. Yes. I’m sure. Thank you” She thanked him almost incapable of saying anything at the moment because of those beautiful inviting eyes staring at her.

“Well, watch your step next time”, he helped her stand up. “With that beautiful long gown and slippery floor, not to mention the crowd, it’ll be easy to slipped”, charmingly he smiled. “Enjoy the celebration”, he added. The man smiled at her and it was the most beautiful smile Kara has ever seen in her life.

She didn’t know she was holding her breath, until she let out a deep long sigh.

“Whoaa.. That man. What was that”

She kept staring at that man as he walked to the other side of the wing and disappeared into the right turn. A grin plastered on her face as she fixed her dress and her low messy bun.

She was about to walk into the great hall, but by being way too distracted and too attentive to that charming man she just bumped into, Kara didn’t watch her step. And since it was pretty crowded, just another unattentive step causing her to bumped into another person pretty hard.

“Ow!”, he shriked.

“Oh gosh, I am so sorry. I didn’t watch my-”

“Yeah. Watch it next time”

“Excuse me?” A big grin that was all over her face quickly faded.

“It’s crowded in here. You need to watch your step. It’s all I’m saying. Are you okay?”, the man said.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I ju-”

This guy was about to checked on Kara until someone coming from nowhere and smacked his back.

“Mon-El!” And the white wine from the glass he was holding dramatically spilled on her dress.

“My dre-”

“Holy ss.. I am so sorry”, this man’s friend apologized.

And to see how the liquid stained her beautiful dress, it successfully snapped her off.

“You-”

“Me?”

“Yes. You!” Kara raised her voice.

“What did I do wrong?” The clueless and confused guy, Mon-El, asked.

“What did you do wrong?! You ruined my dress!”

“Hey I didn’t do it on purpose. And for the record, the last thing I remember it was you who bumped into me first. If someone even has the right to be mad, it should be me”, he defended.

“Guys guys, break it off. People are watching”, Mon-El’s friend who caused this mess said. “The name is Kass, and it’s my apologies, my lady. It was my doing”

“Hm. Yeah”, Kara hissed. “Well, Kass. It’s crowded in here. So watch it next time” Is all Kara managed to say before she walked inside the hall with a big pout on her face.

“What a lady”, Kass said.

“What a Kryptonian”, Mon-El added. “Come on, Kass. Let’s have some fun”

—

“Oh Kara.. There you are”

Kara could only plaster a fake smile on her face when she sees her father, Zor-El, standing steps ahead of her. She could only silently grunt by how her night started, but she won’t let that let her down.

“Come here, my dear. There’s someone we would like you to meet. I don’t know if you remember h-” Alura came to Kara but immidiately stopped in her tracks as she saw her daughter’s dress. “Oh. What happened to your dress?”

“Someone accidentally spilled his drink on me. It’s fine, mother”

“Alright. We’ll clean that up later. Now come and meet some of our friends and colleagues” She said.

Alura took Kara to his father, who was accompanied by at least three people. Kara never met these people before and couldn’t make their faces because some of them were on their backs, but somehow they looked familiar.

“Kara, my dear.. Come”, her father said. “This is Queen Rhea, and King Lar-Gand from Daxam”

Ah.. Daxamites. I see.

“Pleasure to meet you, your highness”, Kara bowed her head down.

“Pleasure’s all mine, my dear” Lar-Gand said. Her wife, Rhea, smiled at her. “And this is our oldest son..”

“Gand-El. We’ve met”, Lar-Gand’s oldest son, Gand-El, took Kara’s hand by surprise and place a kiss on top of it. It would be a lie to say that the sweet manner of his didn’t cause butterflies to set free and flutter inside her stomach. And not to mention, this guy was the one who catched and saved her from the fall. The one with the most beautiful and inviting pair of eyes.

“Yeah we did. Thank you for saving me.. Kara Zor-El, my Lord” Kara bowed.

Both smiled at each other. But the smile on her face only last for long until Kara saw a familiar face coming to her direction and joining them.

“Oh. And this is my brother.. Mon-” Gand-El introduced his younger brother, who is no other than-

“You” She couldn’t believe it.

“Again” Mon-El finished her word.

“Have you guys met?” Rhea asked.

“Kara, I don’t know if you remember him, but, this is Mon-El.. Prince of Daxam”, Alura introduced him.

He’s a Prince?! A fuckin’ Prince?!!

When none of them moved from where they’re standing, Gand-El said, “Please don’t tell me that my brother already causing you some trouble because-”

“No. Not something he did. It’s just my dress” Kara hissed, forgot all her manners in front of the Royal Family of Daxam.

“Oh are you going to fueling this up again?” Mon-El stared at her with a challenging look.

“Mon-El”, Rhea warned him.

“My apologies, mother” Mon-El tried to explain what happened, “We bumped into each other earlier. It was an accidental spilling. I was holding my glass of wine, and-”

“Mon-El…” Lar-Gand stopped his son.

“What? It was accidental. I didn’t mean her any h-”

“My apologies, Kara. He always do that for cheap party tricks to get a woman’s name”, this time Gand-El cut his brother. “I thought you changed, Mon-El”

“Oh spare me the lecture, Gand. You used to be my wingman, like I used to be your wingman”, Mon-El said.

“Boys, that’s enough banter. It’s a little too soon and immature don’t you think. The party hasn’t started yet. Our apologies, Zor-El”, Lar-Gand apologized politely.

Both of these men are in their twenties but they sure act like one; like one high driven teenagers.

“It’s alright, Lar-Gand. But I won’t keep you, the young and future of Krypton and Daxam, to enjoy yourself and have some fun” said Zor-El.

“Well then, if you don’t mind, sir, I’d like to ask Kara to show me around this Great Hall of Zhor”, Gand-El politely asked Zor-El.

“Of course. Please, Gand-El. Enjoy the party”

And with that, Gand-El took Kara by her hand and off they leave their parents, and one Mon-El.

“Looks like there’s love in the air”, Rhea whispered on Mon-El’s ear.

“Mother.. That’s enough”, he really tried his hardest not to roll his eyes to the back of his head. “And there’s no such thing as love, mother”

“Maybe there is.. You just have to open up and let yourself feel it”

And with that, he had an all familiar conversation with his parents just a day before the event.

“Father. Do we have to talk about this again?” Mon-El grunted as his father tried to talk him to go to the gala.

“Mon-El. We have a mandatory attendance. And don’t you love crowds and parties?” Lar-Gand said.

“Yes, but not in Krypton. The Kryptonians are boring, father” Mon-El complained.

His maidens put the last piece of accessory into his suit. They made sure everything stay put and in place. The perks of being a Royal member of Daxam, you’ve got things fixed for you whether you asked it or not, whether you can do it yourself or not.

“Don’t talk like that. You will hurt someone’s feeling” Lar-Gand snapped on the last button of his suit while his maidens fixed the suit for him. “And besides, this might be a good chance for you to meet your future Princess. To go on the market, dip your toes to the water. Most of the attendance are from honorary families with good reputation, Mon-El. You don’t want us to set you up with any of our best bachelorette, so this is your chance”

“Father. Please. Can we talk about anything else” Mon-El got irritated with all this mating rituals and matchmaking his parents doing. He’s in mid twenty, and single life never sounds so good.

“Oh would you look at my handsome men” Coming unannounced, Rhea, joining the dapper and good looking gentlemen’s conversation.

“Mother”

“This suit looks really good on you, Mon-El. Are you going for a party, or are you going to impress someone?”

Mon-El rolled his eye understand where his mother going with this. “Mother…”

“Oh.. You are going to see someone aren’t you? Is there any Kryptonians you’re going to impress at this party that I don’t know of?”

“Mother.. The only reason I’m going is because I honor everyone”, he said. “For hundreds of years, we found peace. That’s something worth of a celebration”

“Hmm.. We found peace. But you, my son, you may find love”

Mon-El chuckled, “Why do you always have to go with love. There’s no such thing as love, mother”

His mother smiled mischievously. “Maybe there is. You just have to open not only your eyes, but also your heart”

He couldn’t hold it anymore, Mon-El rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Come on, there are people we’d like you to meet”, his father said before they excused themselves to Zor-El and Alura, and with that the night just started.

—

“Kara, I want to apologize for my brother’s behave, on his behalf. He’s..”

“It’s alright, my Lord. I-”

“And please, don’t call me that again”, he obliged. “The name is Gand-El. And to you, I am Gand-El”, he said.

“Okay.. It’s alright, Gand-El”, she repeated and he smiled.

They walked on the side of the hall. Through the sweet sound music that was playing, they walked passing people, through the crowd, on to a more open air place.

“That’s it. Just Gand-El”, he smiled.

“And about your brother.. It was.. accidental. Not his fault. I slipped on my dress, again”, Kara lied didn’t want to let him know that his charm was the one that distract her. “Think I’m wrong. This dress is not the right fit for me”

“You are a sight, Kara Zor-El”, he complimented. “That dress, if not, is perfect”

Kara couldn’t help but blush. She wished she could hide her face with her hands.

“So, you’re a Prince” Or a Prince Charming I must say.

“Not really a Prince as you’d say, Kara. It’s nothing but a title”

How she loves to hear him say her name, “Kara”.

“Daxam was a monarchy, still is, but luckily we don’t live that way. Not anymore”, he told her.

“What, you hate to live as a Prince or?”

“No, not like that. It’s just.. Our parents are changing the political rules and we build anew from our ancestors. People might think that to live as a Royal Family is all about the power and the luxury, everything served on a silver platter which they are.. but it’s more than that”

Gand-El took two glasses of champagne from the servant and handed one to Kara.

“Thank you” She smiled.

“We are responsible for every decisions we made. We are responsible for many life of people in Daxam. We must put our people first. It’s not always about the crown, or the fun and hedonist lifestyle, and power, it’s also about the people. We are not that much different as a person, compares to other. So although Daxam is a monarchy, we live in a much different way than we used to before”, he explained.

“So it’s just what you called? Prince? But you’ll be the next successor.. The future King of Daxam”

“If it’s still happening for the next thirty years or so” He lowly sighed. “Our ancestors built Daxam. They were like the founding fathers of Daxam. But I think I’ll refuse the throne and leave it to Mon-El”

“You know.. I’ve read some of Daxam history”

“You have?”

“Yes” Kara said.

“I don’t think our history - Daxam history, is as interesting as yours”

“No.. It’s just as interesting to be honest. How our world used to take over one another and in constant war, until we found and valued peace and decided to make a better world”

They stopped their walk when they arrived on the main balcony. Leaning their elbows while talking more and taking the view which offered a beautiful night view of Krypton.

“It is, isn’t it? We make a better world” Gand-El agreed. “And actually, Kara.. I’ve learned a view things about Krypton as well”

“Really? And what did you learn about?”

“Your culture.. Your language.. What your Kryptonians values are” Kara’s eyebrow perked in interest wanted to know more, to listen more about what Gand-El learned about her planet. “Okay, for instance. This gala we’re at tonight.. Zhurvishehd Ocular, did you know that it was originated from Krypton language for-”

“Kara!”

Their heads turned to see the source of the voice.

“Alex!” Kara couldn’t believe what she sees. Her cousin, Alex, whom she haven’t met for months, is finally here. She happily greeted her cousin, walking to her and hugging each other tightly. “Oh I miss you so much!”

“Alex?”

“Gand-El?” Alex looked at Gand-El in disbelief before she came to him and also have him a hug.

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

“We went to some sort of military training together. It was, what, seven years ago?” Alex told Kara.

“Yeah. Wow.. Time passed” Gand-El said as he walk to the beautiful ladies.

“How are you?” Alex asked.

“I’m good, as per-usual. How are you, Alex?”

“Me, well, life’s always keeping me busy. Which is good”

“That’s great” Alex grinned.

“So how’s life as a Prince, or I must say, the future leader of Daxam?” Alex asked. Alex and Gand-El conversation could not make Kara feel more left out. They know each other, and probably know each other well. She sure will ask Alex about all these later.

“You know what, not as fun as I thought. I’d rather fight with swords and guns and all that than being a mastermind and building tactics. And Mon-El”

“Your brother?”

“The one and only”, he smirked.

“You know him too?” Kara asked Alex in disbelief.

“Well of course, Kara. Didn’t you remember him, the cute boy from when you were what eight or ten years old, the one you couldn’t stop talking about” Alex said.

“Oh yeah, you guys loved to build sandcastle together didn’t you?” Gand-El joined in.

“Wh- How? Wai- what?” And now Kara’s confused.

“Oh we have a lot of catching up to do!” Gand-El said to Alex.

“Well, how about a nice sit down while drinking Summerian Wine”, she suggested.

“I’m a step ahead of you” Gand-El took one step before he stopped. “Are you…”

“Oh, I’ll be joining you. I just need to catch up with Kara first if you don’t…”

“Oh, yeah, of course” Gand-El said as he took Kara’s hand and cupped with his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kara” He placed a kiss on top of it.

“That’s a lovely sweet Princely manner, Gand. Don’t stare at her for too long or you’ll fall for her”

Gand-El rolled his eyes, “So what if I did, Alex? What would you do about it?” He challenged her.

“Get out. I mean, get inside. Save at least two glasses for me”, she pointed her finger on him to make sure he gets it.

When he didn’t move, she pushed him to go inside. He smirked then tipped an invisible hat to Alex and disappeared into the crowds.

“What was that?”, Kara

“What was what?”

“You and Gand-El. You know each other?”

“I told you, we went to some sort of military training together”

“Were you and him?” hinted romance.

“What? Together? No. He’s a Daxamite, Kara, for Rao’s sake. And a Prince”

“So..?”

“So no. I am a warrior, not a Princess”, she simply put. “And I don’t really trust him. But he’s fun to be around. We made good friends and a good company to each other. But unlike you and Mon-El, we-”

“Oh yeah tell me about it”

“Well, his family,”

“No. Mon-El”

“What, oh. Haven’t you met him? He’s so handsome now, isn’t he? Such an eye candy”

“Alex, stop”

“What, you were the one asking about him”

“Yes, but not like that. I don’t-”

“You don’t - what? You don’t remember him?”, Kara shook her head. “What really? You were pretty sure that you won’t forget about him back then”

“Alex, it’s been fifteen years. And things changed. How am I sup-”

And before Kara could say what she wanted to say, the person they were talking about came in their direction.

“Alex? Is that you?”

“Mon-El! Man of the hour” Alex smiled and walked to him.

“Heyyy….” And they shared a hug, causing Kara’s brow raised in suspicions.

“I’m sure you two have met”, said Alex after they let go their hug.

“Twice actually” Mon-El informed her.

“Oh, you know, just like what people said, third time’s a charm, Mon-El” Alex teased.

“Alex, stop” Kara warned her. If only Kara paid more attention, she’d see one of their faces reddened.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier, Kara” he said to Kara, she turned her head to him. “Kass was too excited to see me. I never meant to ruined your dress - or generally your night. I can’t undo what’s done, but promise, I’ll be more careful next time”

Did he actually apologize?

“It’s alright, Mon-El. I was overreacting”

And then there was silence in the air with Alex eyeing both Kara and Mon-El. There were tensions and awkwardness.

“Oh you haven’t changed Mon-El. You and Kass. The deadly duo”, she broke the awkwardness as she smacked his chest. Mon-El could only smirked.

“Oh, gee. I almost forgot, I promised Gand-El to join him. Summerian Wine cannot be missed”

“Had two glass of those already”, Mon-El said. “Do you want one?”, he asked Kara.

“What? Oh, no, thanks. Still have one” She tipped her glass that still half full.

“OK. I’m gonna get my third, you girls wait here alright” And with that Mon-El’s gone.

Kara drank her champagne and finished it in one gulp.

“Whoaa.. Relax sister, you gotta slow it down” Alex chuckled. Kara placed the empty glass on a table nearby. “So tell me, which one is your Prince Charming?”, she whispered.

“What? What do you mean by that?” Thank Rao she finished her champagne otherwise she’ll choke on it.

“Oh come on, sis. Both of them are head over heels for you”

“Shut up”

“And don’t forget, that by this weekend, you’re adding another number to your life day, Kara. You’re having two important events of your life, one that includes meeting your soulmate. He’s coming your way”, Alex said. “I swear I’m so excited I can’t wait to see who’s coming your way. Maybe playmate turns into soulmate?”

“Alex. Do you really believe in that? Soulmate and all?”

“Why are you so bitter these days”

“I’m not bitter. I just don’t believe in such thing as soulmate - or love for that matter”, she defended herself. “You’re the one who told me that we’re perfect in our ways. And I agree. We don’t need someone to perfect the imperfections. There’s only one of us in the universe, there couldn’t be someone who is just like us, think like us, act like us, our mirror. So no, I don’t believe in that soulmate crap. It just doesn’t make sense to me”

“Not everything make sense, Kara. You can’t make something logical when it’s not”, she said. “I know you’ve seen and maybe observed and analyzed all of my romantic relationships, all the ups and downs, and you don’t like it. And you’ve seen me spiralling down when I broke up my relationship and it didn’t look good. The heartache, the brokenheart, the drama, but that doesn’t mean that you’ll go through the same path I did. Rao forbid, I pray to Him that you don’t have to go through that-”

“Yes. That’s it. I don’t wanna go through that, Alex. Can’t I just live a happy single life, a life with no drama, just feel what I want to feel with no burden with nothing weighs me down.. Just a happy single life”

“I get that. I am all team happy single life, Kara. Just like I am now. But, what I mean is that, don’t turned it down. You may not believe in it, but don’t hate it. Someone might coming your way, but you might missed it because you just keep your guards up and keep the door shut. Would you just, just try. Try to break the wall and put your guards down just a little. Would you just, at least just know that you deserved to be loved. Let yourself be loved by someone. Promise you will try”

Kara didn’t understand why Alex all of a sudden being so pushy about this topic. But she understands that whatever the reason is is because she cares for her. She’s just so happy to see Alex again, to have Alex back in her life again after all these months, so she let her.

“Alright, big sister” she sighed finally giving in. “I promise I will try”

“Summerian wine, on the house!” Mon-El said cheerfully. When both Alex and Kara turned their heads but didn’t say anything, he asked “Am I interrupting girl’s talk?”

He brought two glasses of wine, handed one to Alex, but she refused.

“No, you’re not. But, would you please keep my sister company because I’m going inside to keep your brother’s” Mon-El nodded. “Great. I’ll see you around, Mon-El”

“See you soon, sis” Kara said as they shared another hug before Alex leave. “Have fun”, Alex whispered.

And with that, Alex went inside to find Gand-El. Kara kept looking at her cousin until Mon-El offered her a glass of a fine Summerian wine.

“I can finish both, but it’ll be more fun to share”, Mon-El offered Kara the glass. She chuckled and took the glass he offered.

“Thank you”, she thanked him and took a sip of the sweet and fruity and refreshing clear gold colored wine. “Our night started weird”

“I think we deserve a fresh start, don’t we?”, Mon-El added. Kara laughed. “Let me do it”

“Hi. You looked familiar.. The name is Mon-El, my Lady”

Kara chuckled, but she followed suit. “Kara Zor-El, my Lo-”

He didn’t let her finish. “Now that’s not how we, you, introduced yourself. To you, I’m not the Prince”

“Oh because we were playmates?”

Mon-El took a big gulp of his wine. “You… remember?” He cleared his throat.

“Thanks to Alex. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh so that’s what you women were talking about? Me?”

“You know, you were less a jerk back then, Mon-El”

“We were eight and building a sandcastle, Kara. I wanted to make friends. I was such a sweetheart back then.. Still am, but, uh” then he laughed. Knowing how silly and stupid the things he was saying. “At the very least.. I didn’t ruined your dress”

“Oh no, you ruined it alright. You were throwing sands at me. And so did tonight, but it was wine. Luckily, it dries itself” She said. “So, anyway, how are you? It’s been what, so many years? And by the way, the offer still stands”

“Building sandcastle with Alex?” He laughed. And there was something about the way he laughed that stirred something inside of her. “But I think she’s more into guns and fights and banters now than building a sandcastle” he added.

“Oh yeah, she does. And how did you guys even met? Alex never told me that part of story”

“Well, it was a long story to tell, Kara”, he curved a smile.

“Well.. Good for you, I have time”

They smiled at each other before Mon-El told Kara about his first meeting with Alex. It was about five-six years ago. Mon-El had his first ever training, along with hundreds of Daxam army. On their third of six days training, there were five Kryptonian soldier coming to the training. Five of best in martial arts, tactics, technology, and guns, one of them was Alex.

She grilled him from day one. Bruises and an almost black eye, were what she gave him. Long story short, by the end of the training they made friends. Turned out she was his brother’s friend as well, so things went smooth afterwards.

“Especially after I mentioned that I had met a Kryptonian girl name Kara and she talked about her cousin name Alex, and I thought, "What are the odds?”. And she said, “Yeah, what are the odds if I also have a cousin name Kara, who told me all about this boy she likes while they were building sandcastle together back when she was eight”. And no doubts in my mind at that moment that we were talking about the same person, and… it’s you", he told her.

“So you liked me?” he asked with his eyes shining so bright. Kara didn’t noticed it before. Just like his brother’s, Mon-El has a beautiful and inviting pair of eyes as well. And it was calling her.

Damn it, Alex. She cursed in her mind.

“Well…. It was years ago… Mon-El. And I had fun… And…. You were a fun person to play and build a sandcastle with”

“You were not so bad yourself. But need I to say, you were the first girl ever, that wanted to play with me. I think I liked you too back then. And we both had fun. And I don’t blame you. People say I have the charm, and I’m fun, and-”

“Alright that’s enough, Mon-El”, Kara chuckled at this man’s confident and just him as a person. He’s not as bad as she thought.

“So… Anyway, I stay longer than just tonight. Do you, maybe, if you have the time, want to have lunch with me, tomorrow?”, he asked.

Before she could answer, Alex’s words heard inside her mind, “Just try. Break the wall, put your guards down a little. Promise you will try”

“Tomorrow’s good”, she answered five seconds later. “You know.. We started the night badly, but we could end it happily”, she added.

“Sounds like a good idea. I love a happy ending” Wait, love? Did I just say “love”?

“You know, who would have thought.. A boy from Daxam”, she said.

“..and a girl from Krypton”, he continued.

“Have some fun, together?”

“Have some fun together”, he repeated.

Kara took another sip of her wine, placed it on an empty table nearby and ready to start the night.

“Do you want to go inside? The party’s just started”, Kara said. Mon-El placed his glass on the same table, fix his suit, and opened his arm.

“Well lead the way, m'lady”

Without them knowing, Alex and Gand-El were watching them from a far. Both of them were smiling.

“You see, I don’t believe in Rao and such thing as destiny, but if this is Rao’s way to meet these two nutshells once again, I’ll take it as destiny”, Gand-El said to Alex.

“I don’t care what you believe in, Gand. I just care to see Kara happy. If Mon-El is her shezehd, then I’ll be happy for her”, she said.

And there they watched from their spot, Kara and Mon-El danced to the song. He twirled her around and Kara laughed like she never laughed in her entire life. She looked so happy like this was the first moment she ever felt so happy in her entire life. With that, Gand-El and Alex knew they were doing the right thing; reuniting Kara and Mon-El.

“So where is your shezehd, Alex?”, Gand-El said as he finishes his wine.

“Oh don’t start a fight, Gand”, she replied.

“Alright. Let’s join them and have fun. It’s a celebration for the youth anyway. Come. Show ‘em your moves”

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Birthday Promises

Happy Christmas, @sweetestkaramel! I hope that this story warms your heart just as it had warmed mine writing it :)

-- Bilge @busysciencegeek

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You lift my feet off the ground You spin me around You make me crazier, crazier Feels like I’m falling and I am lost in your eyes You make me crazier, crazier, crazier

- Crazier by Taylor Swift

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Kara had always been an early bird. Yes, even when she was in high school. Granted, she had to admit that there had been a time she would sleep in as long as possible, but with her ambitious goals and rigorous study schedule, lately any day she woke up later than nine became a good day for her.

Today being a Saturday, and her birthday, didn’t change anything. She’d still woken up around eight thirty and was in kitchen now, preparing herself celebratory pancakes for her birthday.

She poured a batch of the batter into the pan as she turned on her phone, looking at the several birthday texts sent right after midnight. She might think that her friends were a bit crazy sometimes, but she also had to admit they were the best friends she could ever ask for.

She couldn’t help herself as her finger hovered over a certain person’s name. The first person that sent her a birthday message—but of course. She could almost imagine him writing the text, counting down the seconds until the clock hit midnight, and immediately sending it. A text filled with all kinds of emojis, from gift packages to birthday cakes, from celebratory confetti to…hearts. Blue hearts, red hearts, green hearts, yellow hearts sprinkled inside the message, every one of them tugging at something in her chest.

Damn you, Mon-El, she thought as she put her phone to the side. Why do you have to be so adorable and make it hard not to fall for you? He was just…too amazing. He was not only kind and generous, but he also wasn’t afraid to be nice, not like all the other guys. He embraced his dorky and fun side. He just… He wasn’t afraid to be himself, and after being around too many fake people, that was so refreshing for Kara.

No wonder she’d fallen for him.

She almost wanted to sigh at that thought. Yes, she’d fallen for her best friend. Yes, it was as pathetic as it sounded. And yes, she could never tell him about it, because it would not only be embarrassing—how could she be so stupid to fall in love with her best friend?—but she couldn’t risk their friendship. She could live without his love, but she couldn’t live without his friendship.

She sighed as she focused on the pancakes, flipping the last one to her plate before she turned off the stove. She refused to think about her desperate love for Mon-El on her birthday. This was supposed to be a happy day, right?

Right. So she plopped down on the couch, turned on the TV to a cheesy reality show, and mouthed the delicious pancake—the only thing she was able to cook without making a mess of everything. As long as it was good, right?

Someone knocked on her door right as she’d finished her breakfast and dumped her plate in the sink. She frowned. Who could’ve come at this hour? On a Saturday, no less?

She cleaned her hands and made her way to the door. “Coming!” Could it be her parents? But they would let her know if they were coming to National City all the way from Midvale. As special as her birthday was, she didn’t think it was worth a fifteen hour drive. Alex? But she’d been working the night shift at the hospital yesterday, so she doubted her sister would wake up so early.

But then who—

She was greeted by a giant box covering someone’s face when she opened the door. A giant box with a…was that the picture of a VR set?

Before she could consider that, a familiar face with a huge smile poked out from behind the box. “Happy birthday!” Mon-El sang out, his voice ringing in the empty hallway, probably waking a couple of people too. He was that loud.

Yet she wasn’t in a position to care about that. “Mon-El?” she asked as she stepped back to let him in, her eyes still on the VR set. It couldn’t be the one Mon-El had at his house, since it looked brand new. But…he couldn’t have bought her a VR set for her birthday, right? Those things were freaking expensive. And yes, she might’ve said here and there that it was so cool Mon-El had one for himself, but she didn’t say it so that he would buy it to her!

“What are you doing here?”

“Celebrating your birthday,” Mon-El said nonchalantly as he dropped the VR set on the kitchen island before he turned to face her. “I wanted to be the first person to celebrate it face-to-face, and knowing you wake up early, I wasn’t about to take my chances. So…” A huge grin pulled his lips, as if he knew he was successful. And…well, he was. He was the first person to text her for her birthday, and now, the first person to come and celebrate. “How did I do?”

Kara couldn’t help rolling her eyes at that. “Egoistical much?” she asked, even though her eyes were focused on the VR box. Mon-El just chuckled.

“I’m taking that as a yes. Even though you seem more interested in your gift than me right now.” He rested his elbow on the box…and yes, there was definitely a smug glint in his eyes. As if he was so proud of what he’d gotten her—

Wait, did he just say that this was her gift? “My…gift?”

“Yup.” He patted the box lightly. “A brand new Oculus Rift VR headset, also equipped with hand controllers and a sensor.” He lifted the other two bags in his hand. “Oh, and let’s not forget the two games I got you. Batman Arkham, because I know you are an absolute sucker for superheroes, and this brand new horror game that I’m sure you’ll like. I remember you enjoying the ones at my house.”

Kara’s eyes widened at his words. She tried to do the math in her head—she had searched just how much VR sets cost before. She remembered them being at least 300-400 dollars, and with all the other things that he got… The whole thing couldn’t have cost less than 500 dollars. It was way too expensive, considering the only thing she’d gotten him for his birthday was the signed first edition of one of his favorite books. Granted, that hadn’t been easy to find, but it hadn’t been this expensive.

“Mon-El, I—“

“Don’t tell me that you won’t accept them,” he stopped her before she could get far. “It’s too late. They’re all bought and paid for.”

“But I can’t. They’re incredibly expensive,” she insisted. “It’s just… It’s just my birthday. It’s too much.”

“You know my parents are incredibly rich, Kara. This wouldn’t have even created a dent in their bank account.” He reached forward to guide her eyes to his face. “And besides, you’re my best friend. No amount of money I can spend for you would be too much.”

He looked so genuine as he said those words, as if he believed them wholeheartedly. As if she was truly the most special person in the world for him, and he would get her everything she wanted, even if that meant he’d have to spent hundreds of dollars. Her heart swelled in her chest with happiness and gratitude, and love, even though she’d never confess the last one. She blinked her tears away as she smiled and nodded.

“Okay. Okay. You might be right. But I’ll only accept this in one condition.” Mon-El arched his brow.

“Oh no. Should I be scared?”

“Maybe,” she mused with a smile, taking one step towards him and putting her hand on the VR set. “We’ll try this baby today, you and me, and no backing down from the horror game. Or else you can pack your bags and go home.”

Mon-El narrowed his eyes with that challenge, especially because he hated VR horror games. Well, he hated all kinds of horror games, and that was exactly why it was so fun to watch him try and play one. She smiled at him sweetly.

He had to finally cave in. “Fine. But if I faint, it’ll be your fault.” Excitement fluttered in Kara’s chest.

“Deal.”

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Kara looked around the room, so dark that she could barely see what was in front of her, as she tightened her hands around the VR consoles as if they were her lifeline. She knew, deep down, that none of this was real. She knew that she was in a game, she knew that behind the VR headset was her room, but that was really hard to think about when all she saw when she looked around was creepy silhouettes and claustrophobic walls, and all she heard was a creepy horror game music.

“What was I looking for again?” she asked Mon-El, her voice thin with fear. She could hear his light chuckle coming from her couch, even though she couldn’t see him.

“A phone. You need it to ask for help.” She narrowed her eyes as she pointed her console to teleport about two feet in front of her. Luckily, nothing jumped out of anywhere.

“Why am I not getting the hell out of this house, like, right now?” She spun around when she thought she heard a crash…which turned out to be nothing. But who could blame her for being paranoid? She could die at any second.

Mon-El, at least, had the decency to try to muffle his laugh this time. “Because the ghost locked everything up. And I don’t think the game gives you the choice to break the windows.”

“Great,” Kara muttered under her breath as she made a sweep of the room around her yet again. “Just great— Shit!” A scream escaped her mouth when she saw a silhouette resembling a person. She knelt down, curling up in a ball, not even having it in her to fight if the silhouette was a ghost. She didn’t even remember shutting her eyes…until she opened them and realized it was only a lamp.

Damn this game. Damn everything.

She heard that Mon-El was laughing his ass off only when her thundering heart calmed down and she could start functioning again. She scowled at him, even though he couldn’t even see her eyes…and she didn’t know where he was exactly. She pointed at a random direction.

“Shut up! Don’t you dare laugh.” She forced herself to take several deep breaths. “You have no idea how scary this game is.”

“I actually do.” He almost sounded smug, and he chuckled again when Kara frantically spun around. She was pretty sure she looked crazy from outside. “I have this game at home.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her voice was shaking as she teleported to the hall she saw in front of herself. God, why the hell this damn game was so dark? “And how long did it take you to finish it?”

“I…” His voice trailed off briefly. “I didn’t. I gave up after fifteen minutes.”

“Ha!” Kara whirled around again, pointing at where she hoped Mon-El was, “it’s been twenty minutes since I started playing. I’m already beating you—“ That was when she turned to look behind her, and the ghost just popped up literally out of nowhere. Her scream interrupted her words as she stumbled back, tripping over the carpet. She was so dead, oh, she was so dead—

Two arms caught her before she could fall on the ground and softened her fall. The utter darkness around her might’ve scared her to literal death, if it hadn’t been for those two arms. She reached for the VR set and removed it with shaky hands.

She found Mon-El kneeling down right in front of her, one of his hands on her shoulder to steady her. He offered her a small smile. “I got you.”

A relieved laugh escaped from her lips. Finally, finally she’d escaped that horrific game and was back in the real world. Finally, she felt like she could breathe—

Well, okay, she actually couldn’t breathe at that exact second, because Mon-El’s hand had moved from her shoulder to her neck, his fingers brushing her bare skin, and it was hard to even think. Her eyes snapped to his, only to find him looking at her…lips.

Her heart rate spiked immediately, and she forgot how to breathe entirely. Mon-El was looking at her in such an intense way that she doubted she could move, even if she actually felt her muscles. She’d dreamed about him looking at her like this way too frequently than she’d like to admit. With passion, with want, and need, but most of all…love. He was looking at her with love.

Though there was also something vaguely familiar with it too. And no, it wasn’t that she’d looked at him that way in the past. She remembered very clearly it wasn’t the first time he was staring at her this way. She’d caught him looking at her before like this too, and just dismissed it as wishful thinking. But maybe…maybe it wasn’t wishful thinking. Maybe what she felt for him wasn’t stupid. Maybe…

He felt exactly the same way, too.

She didn’t know whether it was her that moved first, or it was him, but then they were both leaning in, and Kara felt her eyes flutter close before her lips met Mon-El’s.

It was a short, sweet kiss, not too passionate as both of them hesitated to deepen it. Kara didn’t remember a moment she felt so vulnerable…yet so strong at the same time. She knew that this kiss put their friendship on uneven ground. One wrong move, one wrong word could break it all; she had to be extremely careful with it. Yet this was also what she’d wanted for so long. What she dreamed of when she closed her eyes, what she imagined when her eyes caught Mon-El’s from across the room, what she wished for when she watched him laugh next to her, and what she never dared to ask for, even when she was sure of her feelings. To have that… She was beyond words.

She pulled back a couple of seconds later, fear filling her lungs as she stared at Mon-El. She waited for him to speak, because honestly…she was afraid she would just confess everything if she opened her mouth.

His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb swiping over her cheekbone, before he started. “There is… There is one more reason why I got you this,” he said hoarsely, gesturing at the VR set. Kara didn’t look away. She didn’t think she could look away from his eyes anyway. She held hear breath, waiting for him to continue, wishing beyond hope that it would be the words she’d wanted to hear for so long. “I like you, Kara. Like… Like you, like you. In the romantic sense.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest before a smile found its way to her face. A happy, elated smile that erased even the memory of utter fear she’d literally just been experiencing.

“I like you, like you back, Mon-El,” she mused, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. She only had time to see a glimmer in her eyes before she leaned in for a kiss.

And as good and beautiful as it was to kiss him…she had to admit, that wasn’t the only thing in her mind. Sure, she was happy. Sure, Mon-El liking her was like a dream come true. But their relationship had never been about lovey-dovey words and serious moments. It’d been about teasing, joking, driving each other crazy in the best way possible. That had been in Kara’s mind as she kissed him, and as she also reached to the VR headset. She grabbed it and placed it on Mon-El’s head as he was distracted before he could even realize what was going on.

“But now it’s your turn to play,” she said as she pulled back, looking at his wide eyes with a grin. Her stomach churned with excitement when she saw first shock, then fear filling his eyes.

“Kara—“

“Bup bup bup. You promised.” She pressed a finger on his lips to stop his objections. Oh, seeing him try to go through that game, cursing left and right—which was always fun to see, because he tended not to curse as like a rule of thumb, so it was endearing to Kara when he loosened his control over himself—or sitting on the floor with his arms around his knees until he eventually died in the game…from doing nothing. She was so gonna enjoy this. “No objections now.”

Mon-El opened his mouth as if he was gonna say something, but then he stopped. He sighed and adjusted the headset to fit him.

“Okay, fine. But I’d get my phone ready if I were you. You might need to call 911 any second.”

Kara was smirking widely as she watched him get into position. And even though she knew she’d absolutely laugh her ass off at him in a couple of moments, she couldn’t help laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder briefly. She leaned in to press a kiss on the bare part of his cheek.

“You know, I got you, too.”

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@jeymien, I hope that you have a wonderful holiday and a very happy new year!

- FJ @fracticns

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This is dedicated to Nicole @kaiho. Happy Xmas my darling, if this isn’t what you had imagined, drop me a message and I will write something more suitable J

-- @chelseaellie

AU Kara and Mon-El never kissed in ep 8, and they are friendly but nothing romantic has happened, cannon to Ep 7. Alex and Maggie are dating, as are Lena and James.

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Late December, the trees had long since shed their leaves and the darkness of winter had started to draw in. Alex was loved up and busy with Maggie, and Kara felt as if she was adrift slightly. Everyone was partnering up and Christmas was coming, she was happy for Alex, and happy for Lena and James with their new romance.

But felt so lonely missing her family more at this time of year. Missing her aunt, and her home. It was a lonely time of year.

So she flung herself into her work, both jobs. Longer hours, taking all assignments. It kept her busy however today Kara was frustrated it was a quiet day in CatCo. Well a quiet day in National City, not even SuperGirl was needed, so she was left to edit the horoscopes. She sighed deeply, and looked at her pile of notes. Madam Nicole was a highly rated psychic, every newspaper wanted her on their books, but she was a nightmare to work for. Her columns were always written in short hand and needed a lot of explanation.

She had been working on the corrections for 30 minutes when she realised she needed clarification and decided to speak to Madam Nicole. Grabbing her note pad she decided to brave the psychic.

Madam Nicole was a pretty young girl, dark hair and green eyes, calmly dressed in a black knee length dress, and kitten heals. Kara had expected bright colours and an older woman, a little eccentric. She was anything but. She was as normal as any other young woman.

“Hi. Just poof reading, but I’m not sure what you mean by this?” Kara asked. She was nervous, but wasn’t sure why. She had braved Snapper, and Cat, and survived, anyone else was simple.

“The famous Kara Danvers” Nicole commented in an almost sing song tone, smiling a charming smile, “I’ve heard so much about you” she looked Kara up and down.

“Thanks, I think” Kara responded with a sense of nervousness she rarely was subjected to.

“You are unsure to believe my powers” Nicole tilted her head, “you are lonely, your sister is in a new Romance, her first, you are scared that you will never find a love like that. Scared that she will forget you, as you are not true blood. She won’t, there is a bond with you, greater than that if blood.”

“I don’t know” Kara confessed

“You are scared to love, you lost too much, too many people, places, you feel as if your world was destroyed, as though nothing you have will ever last.”

“I guess” Kara pretended to be indifferent yet felt unsettled, everything was too true to be a guess.

“There is someone for you, your soul mate. The one person who is perfect for you. You already know him, your own Prince Charming, when the clock strikes 11 on the 24th you will understand. You will know when he gives you a gift of something from your childhood. Trust how you feel in that moment, don’t second guess yourself. You need to live in the now. Grey is the colour that matters”

“Ok, thanks I think” Kara had no idea what was happening, cryptic clues for something she hadn’t asked for. She smiled falsely and walked away.

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She walked home, her head full of what had been said. No idea about what Madam Nicole had told her, she was happily sceptical of this type of thing, and more so now. But the possibility of a guy that she could be paired with was interesting. She was struggling to think who it could be. She discounted J’onn and James right away J’onn as he was her boss, and James because he was dating Lena. Winn, well he was like a brother, but nothing more, there was Steve in IT, he was sweet but a little geeky, David, Chris and Jeremy in the combat teams, they were nice guys. Was she just thinking about this because of something that was suggested?

Almost in a daze she walked into the DEO, Winn, Dana and Mon-El were looking at a monitor and laughing. This was normal, Dana had always been very interested in Mon-El and often made excuses to be close to him. Kara was surprised they hadn’t started dating, relieved but surprised. She wasn’t sure why she was relieved.

“Hey Kara” Beamed Mon-El noticing her presence and she smiled at him and went to join them.

“What’s up?” she always enjoyed their company.

“Winn was trying to work out if Father Christmas had a space ship with transporting powers if that was how he delivered the gifts” Dana explained as though this was a normal consideration.

“Is it normal for one person to monitor all people on the planet?” Mon-El asked

They all looked at him

“Well if he knows if everyone is naughty or nice, he must monitor everyone” the Daxamite queried innocently.

“It’s not quite like that buddy” Winn raised an eyebrow, trying to judge how to answer him.

“What’s it like?” asked Mon-El looking very innocent and childlike, Kara felt a wave of affection, remembering how strange she found Christmas her first year.

“More a threat to make kids behave” Winn confirmed.

“Just as well, as surely naughty and nice is subjective” Dana shifted slightly closer to Mon-El looking him up and down, “Kara thinks you are naughty, I know you are nice” she winked and walked off. Kara stood slightly open mouthed at the clearly flirtations comment.

“Dana has a thing for you” Winn laughed, softly punching Mon-El’s arm.

“Well as we say on Daxam, the more the merrier” he laughed slinging his arm around Winn, Kara just watched them. Bemused as to how the boys had bonded, they were pretty inseparable these days. Often found after work having a kick about in the park or playing computer games, or in a bar attracting female attention. A slight pang of jealousy surged over Kara, Winn was meant to be her best friend and Mon-El was her mentee. She should be the focus, yet was rarely involved with them. She looked sadly as the boys laughed and walked off.

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Reaching the steps to the training room, she felt a familiar arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“So fancy some sparing? I’m pretty sure I can take you”

She turned and smiled at Mon-El, bemused “I don’t think that will ever happen” she winked, mischief glittering in her eyes, but pleased that he was spending time with her.

“If I win you have to come to help me get my Secret Santa gift”

“And if I win?” she replied

“What do you want?” he smiled slightly seductively, but he used that smile on all females he wanted to persuade.

“You have to wear a Christmas jumper that I pick to work tomorrow, and it will be a bad one”

“You are on Supergirl” he chuckled, “But I’m winning” he winked at her with a playful look.

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Kara landed on her back with an almighty thud, shards of concrete sprinkled over her like snow. She tried to shake the dust from her hair, but Mon-El pushed her to the floor and pinned her down. She squirmed under him, but couldn’t push him off. She was frustrated, something was clearly off. Any other time she would have beaten him without a seconds thought.

He beamed looking down at her, a twinkle in his eyes, “So will you admit defeat Kara Zor-El”

“Urrr” she grunted, trying to wiggle away, but his legs pinned her to the floor and he held her arms above her head, “No”

“Well we could be here a while” he matter of factly stated.

“I will get out of this” she insisted, not sure she really wanted to, she was having fun.

“Well while we are stuck lets chat, I will tell you all about festivals at the Great Palace of Daxam” he moved slightly to be next to her ear “Or you can accept I won” he dropped his voice so it was soft and husky.

She shivered slightly, their sparring was often physical and close, but this was new, it felt more intimate. She realised how much she missed that, or longed for it. His breath on her neck felt nice, his smell, the weight of him pressed on her. She hadn’t realised how lonely she was, and hoped that maybe Madam Nicole was correct, her soul mate was close. She sighed deeply and he looked sadly at her, then jumped up and held out his hand. She eyed him curiously.

“Let’s call it a draw. I get it, you don’t want to be beaten by a Daxamite, or go shopping with me. I won’t make you”

“No it’s not that!” she was horrified that he thought his race was a problem, though considering their past it was clearly on his mind. “I just have a few things I’m thinking about, I don’t care where you are from. I want to go shopping with you, I don’t get to be human much”

“So you accept that I win” there was the trademark Mon-El charm, the poor Earth women she thought, no wonder he seduced so many, if she was not immune to his charms things could be bad, but she was immune, or at least she told herself she was.

“Yes you win” she chuckled, and grabbed his hand, she kicked out at him and pulled him to the floor, he landed in a pile next to her.

“Cheat” he laughed, turning to face her, a bemused smile lighting up his face. She smiled back at him, wishing she could meet someone like him.

“So who did you get in the secret Santa?”

“Your sister”

“Oh, I understand why you need my help”

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Kara was shaking her head at the baby pink dress Winn was suggesting, it was the 4th poor suggestion he had made, while Mon-El was transfixed by the many options for bath products. The poor boy looked scared, it was hard enough for men to navigate the art of Christmas shopping for women, but an alien having only been on the Planet a few months shopping for women was daunting. Winn suggested another pink item of clothing, and Kara looked bemused, enough was enough time to rescue them. She linked her arm through Mon-El’s and dragged him over to the book section.

Half an hour later they were sat in a little coffee shop out of the way of the main hustle and bustle, drinking coffee and the two aliens had a few slices of cake in front of them. Winn was proud of how much they could eat.

“So we must be close to finishing” Winn sighed, “How is any of this fun, all these people buying cheap rubbish that will never be used. Ignoring that Christmas is just about being with your family and friends”

Mon-El looked at Kara and smiled “Do you remember the festival of ummm, I can’t remember the word for it. Was midwinter, when it was dark and cold and your people used to celebrate family and friends, would have meals and invite the lonely to our homes. I know you celebrated it on Krypton as well because I was there when I was about 7 and visiting. I had kicked up such a fuss about missing out, it was my favourite time of the year, and I was so cross that we were off world at that time. But we arrived there and they were celebrating, and we had treats around a fire, and games and ate and played, it was the best time of my life”

“Oh I remember it well, would make gifts from nature for those close to you, and share with those who had less” she bit her lip remembering fondly.

“One big happy family” Winn gushed wrapping his arms around the pair of them, who exchanged confused looks

“No more Egg-ogg for you” Mon-El declared

“Nog, EggNog” corrected Kara wrestling the remaining liquid from Winn, whose grip was very tight when it came to food he wanted.

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A few days later she was relaxing in the break room at the DEO looking at the tree, which was decorated by Jenna and Clara two of the younger admin girls. They had been all excited about Christmas and had persuaded J’onn to have a department tree. He agreed mostly to stop them bugging him, but on the proviso that anyone was welcome to add their own decorations. There were a few sprinkled amongst the well planned colour coordinated blue and silver design. These made her smile, pictures of children, hand drawn animals, painted pine cones. She missed home, missed her family, she loved Alex and her adopted parents but there were moments when she missed her family.

“Hi” Mon-El said softly, almost too softly that she didn’t notice

“Hi, are you ok?” Kara looked at him, he looked shyer than normal, less confident

“Well, I don’t really understand Earth customs, so I hope this isn’t out of line”

Kara raised an eyebrow, “I don’t understand Earth custom some times and I have been here 13 years, I’m sure is fine”

“The other day when we were talking about our childhoods I thought we needed something to remember home by, so I found this for you” he handed her a small box wrapped in silver sparkling paper, smiling shyly. She hesitated and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a matter of seconds, it felt like forever, she nearly stopped breathing. He shook the gift slightly edging it more towards her.

And just like that the trance was broken, and he was nervously holding out his hand. She smiled and took it. With that he shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced down. The unwrapping felt like it took years, as she nervously opened it. Inside the neat wrapping was a plain white box. Kara felt cheated, something else stood in the way of this gift. She eased it open, and beamed.

Inside the box was a glass blown red star, with gold flecks, and slight swirls of colour. Kara was rendered speechless. Tears formed in her eyes.

“I’m sorry” Mon-El stuttered “I just wanted a connection to our home here, I didn’t mean to cross the line”

“You didn’t” she smiled, “Its perfect. Thank you, it’s the most thoughtful gift I ever received” She hugged him pressing close and savouring his scent. He wrapped his arms around her. She felt comfortable and safe. Then they sprung apart, looking slightly shell shocked, hugging wasn’t their normal behaviour. “Thank you, I know what to do with this” and she floated slightly to the top of the tree to place the star on the top. She landed on the floor and looked proudly at it, sharing a thankful smile with Mon-El. She was about to talk to him when Alex appeared.

“Hi Kara, are you ok?” she asked looking at her slightly tear filled eyes.

“I’m happy, look” she pointed to the star, “It’s from Mon-El to remind us of home, the star Daxam and Krypton shared” and she glanced around to see he had gone.

“That’s sweet, he’s a nice boy” she looked at Kara again, “are you sure you are ok?”

“Just feeling a bit lonely, you have Maggie and I wish I had something like that, and I met a psychic who said I would find my soul mate on Christmas Eve”

“Kara you know better than that” Alex shook her head, Kara was always the more sensitive of the two of them.

I know, just wonder what it would be like, to find a love like you and Maggie share.”

“You will find someone when you least expect it” and she pulled her sister in for a hug. They stood there arms around each other, thankful for finding each other and the bond they enjoyed.

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Christmas Eve

The season of goodwill had clearly hit National City, it was peaceful. Normally Kara would be restless, but this time she was very excited about Christmas, more so by the pile of gifts under the Christmas tree at the DEO. Secret Santa had been very successful, and there was a huge pile of gifts waiting to be collected. In reality Kara’s hyper level passion had meant most people were scared to collect their gift until today. She was known to scold anyone who tried to claim theirs early.

The break room was filled with festive snacks for people to have during their shifts, aware than a full sit down meal was unlikely with the nature of their role. Kara was acting as Father Christmas and handing out gifts of chocolate to each staff member. As much as Alex had told her to forget about what Madam Nicole said she couldn’t forget it, and was using this as an excuse to check out all the men at the DEO.

As the shifts ended people left to be with their loved ones, a Skelton crew would cover Christmas day, with everyone doing a maximum of 4 hours to allow them to spend some time with their friends and family. So the gifts started to filter out as did the staff. Kara had narrowed it down to David, Charles or Steve, all were single, relatively handsome and she didn’t hate their company.

She was sat at a table with a cream covered hot chocolate and Alex who had a plain black coffee.

“You are not still thinking about that Psychic are you?” Alex sighed after five minutes of silence, which felt unsettling given Kara’s normal chatty excitement.

“UMMMM no” lied Kara.

“You are, Kara Danvers, you have a serious tell when you lie” Alex chuckled, she loved her sister, but she was a terrible liar.

“No I don’t” she protested pointlessly.

“Oh you do” Alex chuckled, “Mon-El, Winn, over here” she shouted at the two boys who were looking for a table.

“Hey” Winn smiled, “What’s up?”

“Does Kara have a tell when she’s lying?” Alex teased.

The boys laughed “She has a crinkle in her forehead” Mon-El smiled softly.

“She really does” Winn gasped with amusement.

Kara glared far from impressed.

“See everyone knows when you are lying?” Alex responded “So ‘fess up”

“Grrr, I guess I am a little more hopeful, it would be nice to find my soul mate” she was resigned to this being public.

The boys looked confused by this statement.

“Kara saw a psychic who said she would meet her Prince Charming today, so she’s on the lookout” Alex explained.

“Prince Charming?” questioned Mon-El still was struggling with Earth culture.

“Her perfect match, different to your Prince, this isn’t a real Prince, mostly a good guy who she falls in love with and who saves her.”

“Ok” nodded Mon-El not really understanding, “Princes on Daxam were real, and tend to marry anyone my Mother decided they should marry, didn’t really save anyone” he still looked a bit unsure.

“We are not on Daxam, and the Prince isn’t here, thank Rao” Kara replied ignoring the clear slip in comment he had made.

“Yes, just as well, see you around” and he walked off uncharacteristically short in his conversation.

Alex and Winn looked at each other with clear interest. “I’m going to follow that up!” Alex stated bluntly as she walked after him.

“Good call” replied Winn, “So Kara who are your options?” and he slumped in to a chair, luckily she was too focused on her love life to pick up on what Mon-El just said.

“Well I think it’s between David, Charles or Steve. They are all nice guys, but…”

“But?” what Winn asked watching her reaction.

“But I don’t have feelings like I should for them” she protested

“So are you just considering them because some psychic told you that you would meet someone?”

“I guess so”

“And had the psychic not said anything what would you be doing? “

“I don’t know, teaching Mon-El about Christmas, hiding the alcohol from Alex, teasing you about something” she smiled fondly.

“So let’s do that, if you were meant to be with any of them you would know them more than you do, so don’t force things, let things happen naturally”

She nodded and smiled, he drew her in for an embrace. She sunk into him. “You are such a good friend” she smiled into his neck, he pulled her closer. Winn was like the brother she always wanted.

“I know” he chuckled, “Let’s find your sister and find out if we are having Christmas with a Prince”

Kara looked at him, and her eyes opened in shock, “NO NO NO NO NO, he’s not!”

“I’m sure we will find out soon” shrugged Winn. Having been suspicious of his friend’s heritage for a while, a few slips and his behaviour was not what he expected from the guard to the royal family. Yet he had never pressed to find out as it didn’t change who he was now.

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Alex was stood on the balcony, lost for words. The cool winter air had nothing on the chill between her and Mon-El.

“So you can see why I never said anything, plus now it’s not really important, my planet is gone, my family are dead, who I was 35 years ago is nothing” the was a defeatism in his voice she had never heard before.

“Do you not think harbouring the Prince of Daxam could put us in danger? If someone wanted to kidnap you?” she attempted a scolding tone, failed because of her empathy and compassion for the lost Prince over powered her wrath.

“Not really, none of the Aliens in the Dive Bar have recognised me, I’m assumed to have died on Daxam. Kara is the closest to anyone from our galaxy. She had no idea who I was. They are looking for someone in their 50s or older. I have powers, I’m stronger than most people on this planet. It’s not a problem”

“Ok, J’onn may disagree but he can have that conversation with you” she conceded, now was the time for emotions not practicality.

“Look, I like your sister. Really like her, she’s pretty and kind and inspiring, but she hates my people, she hates my family and she hates me. The first thing she did when she learnt I was from Daxam was to attack me and lock me in a cell, accusing me of a crime. Once we got past that I explained how I escaped Daxam, and said the Prince saved me, and she used that as a reason to insult the Royal Family, my family, but my saviour in the story I told. No matter what happened I would never live down her perceptions. I like being part of your group, being friends with Winn, and you. I have no family, and you made me feel welcome. As long as I was just a guard, you welcomed me, so I stayed just a guard. I like being normal, or as normal as an Alien with super powers can be. I made friends who liked me for me, not because I was the Heir to the Throne. I got to do things I never had a chance to do. I get it, it was fun while it lasted” he was defeated, the new life he created on Earth was everything he longed for on Daxam, he never asked to be the Prince, or picked the family into which he was born, this was the life he wanted. Real relationships.

“Look Mon-El, I understand, just wish you felt you could be honest earlier”

“Yeah, me too” He took a deep breath, “For what it’s worth, I liked being a normal guy, I got to be who I wanted, not who I was expected to be. I am sorry” He walked out past Kara and Winn, with his head down and tears forming in his eyes.

Winn ran off after him. Kara sank to the floor in shock. Not sure what to think or how to process this.

“Kara are you ok?” Alex looked worried

“I don’t know” Kara shock her head, “I don’t know” as her sister hugged her close.

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Winn sat next to Kara, he waited in silence for a few minutes, then decided to say his piece.

“Look Kara, I don’t know Daxam like you do. I don’t know Krypton like you do, but I know I have met one Daxamite. He’s probably my best friend, kind, loyal, supportive and does everything to try to be the best person he can. Yes he started off a bit of a frat boy, but he’s far from that. I have meet a few Kryptonian’s not the nicest people, they tried to mind control the whole city into doing their bidding. I know you, you are everything that is good, loyal, kind, caring and compassionate. If I was to take what I knew or heard I would avoid you, but I knew you first. My dad killed people for revenge, I hid that, I hid it from everyone I didn’t want people to know who I was in case they judged me from what he did. Mon-El is the person you fight-flirt with most days, the person who gets you drunk and the person you team up with because you trust. You can judge him on stories, or what you know.”

He stood up and walked away

“I don’t flight flirt” she stropped, not sure if he was trying to upset her or not. Not sure why this was the thing she decided to pick up on.

“Oh you do, you smile and glow around him, don’t let this get in the way” Winn walked out of the room, leaving Kara to wonder if she really flirted with Mon-El, no way was that possible, she tried to convince herself. He was a friend, nothing more, just a lost Alien like her.

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Xmas day

Kara arrived for her shift, the original plan had been for her J’onn, Mon-El and Winn to cover a few hours at lunch time and then have their lunch after. The events of the night before still hung in the air, Kara and Mon-El had not yet spoken. He was giving her space. Winn was conflicted between the two friends. There was an air of tension, Mon-El sat at the computer terminal watching as scans processed and came back clear. She walked in and walked past him, and went to the break room. Her stomach churned feeling a little unsettled.

“Hi Kara, can we talk?” Mon-El caught up with her, slightly less composed than normal.

“I’m not sure that’s a good plan” she stated trying to move away from him.

“Because of who I am and where I’m from?”

“Yes, I’m not sure I can ever be alright with that” she snapped.

“I understand, I’m sorry. Thank you for everything you did for me. Im just sorry I wasn’t born on another Planet.” and he walked away with purpose. His words hung in the air surround her for a while.

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Under the tree were a few lonely gifts not yet collected, she gathered them up to put them on each person’s desk. In the mist she spotted a small box, wrapped in red shiny paper, with her name on the gift tag. She was confused, she had already received her Secret Santa gift, it had been a tasteful light green jumper, she assumed from Kevin in accounting, it looked like what his wife wore.

She picked up the box and took it to a table to open it. Curiosity overwhelmed her. It was a 4 inch metallic circular disk, and a post-it in on the middle saying press here. After waiting a few minutes she decided to obey.

An image appeared in hologram form, taking a few moments to complete. It took up the whole of the table. As it crystallised she realised what she was seeing images of Krypton, her red sun and Daxam, and all their moons. They danced around each other in orbit. Her eyes watered. She hadn’t noticed until the tears dropped to the table. She felt content, and adored.

“He had that made for you, has been organising it for months, it took a while for us to work out how to make Earth technology work with what he wanted” Alex was stood in the door frame. “He was going to give you it at midnight”

Kara looked sadly at her, not needing to ask who he was. “I was a bit harsh wasn’t I?”

“I don’t think there was any ‘a bit’, he is the person you know, you laugh and smile with, but you made it clear to him how you feel” big sisters know best and Alex was smugly proving this.

“What if I was wrong?” Kara trembled

“Tell him you are sorry, you are fire and passion, and when you calm down you see things more clearly, you know who he is, you always have. You know what matters, you know what to do”

There was a rush of wind and Alex realised Kara had gone, she smiled finally Kara may see what she and Winn had known for months.

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Mon-El was pacing in the corridor. Replaying everything in his head, maybe he should have told her earlier maybe he should have pretended it was a mistake. This was all such a mess. He paced uncomfortably.

“So you are a Prince” Kara suddenly appeared in front of him, eyes slightly red from the tears. He misread this as anger.

“Yes,“ he replied sadly, turning slightly away from her.

“THE Prince?” she accused attracting his attention.

“Yes” he dropped his eyes from hers and swallowed nervously.

“I’m so sorry….” she started

“You are sorry?” he questioned looking up and confused.

“Yes me, please hear me out.” He nodded as she carried on. “I was cross when I first heard that you were not who you claimed to be. But I realise that part of how I acted towards you created that situation. I have never treated anyone like I treat you, everyone else I give a chance to prove that are not who they are perceived to be. But I locked you away because of where you were from. Yet I fought to defend others less worthy of a chance. I judge your family from hearsay and stories I heard as a child, and I am ashamed. Worse that, I know better. You are not the person I heard stories about. You are incredible, and caring and brave. But most of all you are my friend. Just over a week ago, I meet a psychic who told me that I would find my soul mate. I took that to be a new boyfriend, but I think all the clues are about you, Prince Charming. Well you are both a Prince and can be charming. That grey would be significant and you have the greyest eyes I have ever seen. That he would give me a gift of my childhood and I should trust how I feel in that moment, and your gift was something special”

“How did you feel in that moment?” he asked nervously. Fiddling with his fingers.

“Like I couldn’t not have you in my life, in some form, I needed to let you know you matter to me. I don’t care who you were” she looked up into his eyes, unaware that whilst speaking she had been stepping closer and closer to him, there were inches between them if that. She could smell the coffee on his breath.

“You matter to me as well” he smiled, biting his bottom lip slightly, as she realised she had been staring at his lips. The alarm on his watch beeped, and he glanced at it. “Eleven, time to set the scans”

“Don’t go” she almost whispered, he looked at her quizzically. She pointed to the ceiling, “Mistletoe.” Then moved in for a kiss, brushing his lips with hers. Wrapping her arms around him, he returned the favour once the shock passed, their lips parted to deepen the kiss as they tasted each other, there was more urgency. Her fingers were in his hair, trying to get as close to him as she could. He returned the favour squeezing her tightly towards him. Then his back hit a wall, as they tried to stabilize each other. It made them pause and laugh. Neither was sure who was more surprised.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this at work” he chuckled very aware that this was not normally accepted behaviour.

“You are right” Kara flushed slightly, “Stay at mine after Xmas dinner so we can carry on with this” with a cute wink. Not sure she could wait that long, wondering why she hadn’t realised that she cared for him earlier.

“If you can control yourself that long” he teased, walking off to start his scans. She caught up with him and slipped her hand into his, intertwining fingers. She smiled at him.

“That’s going to be a challenge” as she leant up to place a kiss on his lips. Which he gratefully accepted.

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Madam Nicole, smiled at the image she was viewing via her crystal ball, and sprinkled glitter over the ball. “Ah True love, maybe I was a few hours out”

“A few hours is far from a problem” Alex hi-fived her

“On to the next couple who need a wake up” Nicole stated and she covered the crystal up, and ticked off a list. Shutting her case she revealed her wings and flew away. Alex smiled “Happy Christmas Kara” she whispered

#submission #karamel secret santa 2017 #kss2017

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Fic: Rookie Blue

Title: Rookie Blue

For @supernaturalxreader

Pairing: Kara/Mon-El Rating: Mature Other Characters: M’gann, Alex, Maggie, James, Winn, minor Sanvers. Original Prompt: Explicit / Fluff, AU, Smut / Karamel cop AU please. Mon-El never worked at CatCo but instead worked part time as a bartender, a muscle for hire, and a debt collector as he has just gotten onto the NCPD. Mon-El and Kara become friends and they are movie/tv cuddle buddies Along the way Mon-El and Kara reveal their secrets to each other (Kara is Supergirl and Mon-El is the Prince of Daxam) they end up having a heated argument and don’t talk to each other the day after the argument where they end up having hot make up sex. Author’s Note: In this AU Maggie somehow isn’t a regular at the alien bar yet and hence doesn’t know Mon-El. Also, in this AU Supergirl wears a mask. After his pod crashed on earth Mon-El ran away and was taken in by M’gann. There is also a minor reference to a character from another season dying off screen and some references to domestic violence.

* “What’s that?” Mon-El pointed to the sky as a red and blue dash of color raced across the sky. “That? That’s Supergirl.” Mon-El frowned. “What’s a Supergirl?” “She’s an alien, like us,” M'gann explained. “She’s the protector of the city.” A chill was running down his spine. “Yeah, but what does she do?” “She works for the government, beats up criminals. She’s very strong, just like you or even stronger.” “Like me? Is she…” “Kryptonian.” “I thought there were none left.” “There’s only her and another.” “And they both do this?” “Yes. You don’t look too happy about it.” The Daxamite shrugged. “Relations between our planets weren’t exactly cordial. Krytonians can be demanding, so to speak. Just ask any of their neighbors. I’m not looking forward to coming across one that could wipe the floor with me.” “Well, for now your secret is safe with me. As long as you keep working on paying me back that rent.” He gave M'gann his most accomplished boyish innocent grin. “You know, I’d never disappoint you.” * “You think you can touch me? I’ll tell everybody what you’re doing here. They’ll come down with molotovs and pitch forks and take care of you themselves.” “You are lucky I have no idea what those things are,” Mon-El snarled. “Mon-El, let him go,” M’gann yelled. The dickhead dropped to the floor. He scrambled up, readjusted his jacket. “You’ll pay for this,” he hissed. “Both of you.” Mon-El watched him leave, his fists clenched. “He’s just some lowlife, he’s not worth your time.” “Just some low life? He’s taking your money!” “Look, the police is trying to nail him, it just takes time.” “Ugh, why doesn’t the queen just order him executed?” “There’s no queen here, Mon-El” M'gann reminded him. “Things work differently here.” * “Stay down, Daxamite.”

A red boot on his chest pressed him down on the floor and he blinked against the sun, trying to figure out which part of his body hurt the most. “Hello to you too, Kryptonian, ” he wheezed, his eyes fixed on the glyph on her chest. “This is my city, and I won’t let any harm come to it.” Mon-El groaned and tried to wiggle into a slightly more comfortable position. “Why would I care about your city?” “You are here, aren’t you?” He rolled his eyes. “Let me assure you that my intentions towards your city are entirely honorable.” “Why are you here? To steal? To conquer?” “I’m a refugee on this planet. In case you aren’t caught up on the news, Daxam isn’t doing too well.” She glared at him wordlessly. “Look, if you’re gonna kill me, just do it and stop wasting my time.” The boot on his chest pressed down harder. “Otherwise I’d like to get back to what I was doing, finding a way off this damn planet. ” “I got my eye on you,” the creature said, her face, any expression obscured by the by the dark red mask she was wearing. “I’ll be watching your every move. I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone.” With one whoosh she was gone. * That night Mon-El had an uncomfortable, scorching dream where he bent the haughty Kryptonian over his lap and spanked her, till she mewled like a kitten and begged for his cock. He woke up angry and hard and with the conviction that there was no alcohol strong enough on this planet to wipe the memory of that dream from his mind. Stupid, high and mighty Kryptonians. Wasn’t it just like them to arrive on a planet and decide to take it upon themselves to impart justice? Who was she to tell him what to do? Who was she to tell anybody what to do? * “I want to be a cop,” he announced. M'gann started laughing. “What’s so funny? You said yourself, the cops are keeping an eye on that ratfaced jerk Lardov, but you don’t know what’s taking them so long. Ergo, I’ll join the police and see what’s wrong.” “You are serious about this.” “Why? Don’t you think I could do it?“ "I’m not answering that.” “You would need papers, references, a whole fake identity,” Boris, one of their most faithful patrons piped up. The Valdorian rubbed his hands in expectation of a good business opportunity. “I happen to know a guy.” * The building was bland and nondescript, like so many that littered the city. Seriously, what was it with humans’ obsession with cuboids? He had already scouted it out a few times in preparation, but today was the grand day. “Hi, I’m Mike,” he said demonstratively cheerfully and held out his hand. “Mike Matthews. It’s my first day. I’m transferring in from,” he concentrated to make sure he didn’t mess up the word. “Oklahoma.” The middle aged lady at the reception eyed him with suspicion. “Sawyer said you would come. She and Danvers are waiting for you in the interrogation room.” Mon-El blinked at her, perfect picture of innocence. The woman sighed. “Down the hall, second door to the right.” Mon-El followed her directions and soon found himself peering into a dark room. On the other side of the one way mirror, three women congregated around a table. A petite brunette with long curly hair was chatting to a tall woman with a short bob. Behind them, a younger blonde woman wearing the uniform of the street police was pacing back and forth. He opened the door. “Hi, my name is Mike. I’m new.” The curly haired one rose. “Sit,” she said. “I’m Detective Sawyer, this is Agent Danvers from the DEO.” “Nice to meet you, Detective Sawyers.” Mon-El sat down gingerly and crossed his arms before his chest. “You are an alien! You faked your papers!” The blonde almost lunged across the table and glared at him. “Kara,” the agent woman said and pulled her back. The Kara grumbled and kept staring at him, but at least she had stopped yelling. The two brunettes exchanged a poignant look. Detective Sawyer closed the blinds in front of the two way mirror and locked the door. “You are Daxamite, aren’t you?” There wasn’t much use in denying that. “Yes, you got me. I’m sorry. I’m just your normal alien immigrant, trying to make a contribution to society.” “Why come here of all places? What are you planning? ” The Kara snarled. “I was a guard on Daxam,” he lied, “I figured being a police was basically the same thing.” The Kara was about to respond angrily, but Detective Sawyer silenced her with on movement of her hand. “It’s not,” the curly haired woman clarified while the Kara glowered in the background. “On earth police uphold the law. They won’t be the same laws you know.” “I can learn. I mean, I have learned. Look, just let me go, I’ll find another place.” “You can stay,” she interrupted him. “I can?” That seemed easy. Too easy. The detective and the agent exchanged another knowing look. “Yes,” Detective Sawyer continued. “On a trial basis.” She nodded in the direction of the Kara. “Danvers here will take you under her wing.” Mon-El frowned. “I thought Danvers was the other one.” “That’s my sister,” the Kara and the agent woman said in unison. “Don’t draw attention, don’t tell anybody you’re an alien. Follow Officer Danvers and do everything she says.” “Got it, yes, sir, Detective!” “Like that. Don’t do that. Dismissed.” Kara grabbed him by his arm and dragged him out of the interrogation room, down the hall and towards the lockers. She pointed at one with the number 15 on it. “Here, this one is yours.” He nodded and began to place his few belongings inside while she leaned against the next locker, watching his every move. “Why on earth do you want to be a cop? You don’t even know how to drive a car. This is the stupidest plan I ever heard,” she blurted out eventually, her eyes glaring up at him, sparkling with anger. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. * M'gann had gotten him one of those communication devices, to celebrate his first day at work. He hadn’t even made it home when he got the first angry text from Kara. Her message had been oblique, just instructing her to meet him on the weekend and so he stood here, at the designated time and location. Kara pulled up in a vehicle too rickety and dirty that he couldn’t believe that it was owned by her. Even the air freshener dangling from the mirror looked old and worn out. “Hop in,” she said. Kara didn’t talk much, always staring straight ahead on the road. She drove them out into the desert, the city not even visible anymore. “Why are we here?” he asked. “Look, if we are really supposed to pull of this ruse, you gotta learn how to drive. And here you can do it, without endangering any innocent bystanders.” “Why are you helping me?” She grumbled something unintelligible. He spent the next few hours driving in circles and cursing at earth style machinery while Kara yelled instructions at him from outside. Why couldn’t they design their vehicles more like gliders? They took a break a few hours in. She pulled a cooler from the trunk and handed him a sandwich. They ate in silence, sitting on the hood of the car. They sun burnt down and there was just desert and emptiness as far as the eye could see. It felt good. Comfortable. A bit more like home. He looked at her from the side and pondered whether it would be considered appropriate to offer her sex as a thank you for her help. * “Who is this Lardov?” Kara slammed a file down in front of him. “Excuse me?” “Don’t play coy. You were trying to access his case.” “So what, he’s a badguy.” “Why do you care about this particular badguy then?” “It’s none of your business.” “Of course it’s my business!” Angrily, Mon-El crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Fine. He was trying to shake down M’gann’s bar. M’gann wouldn’t let me beat him up, she said on this planet the police handle that kind of thing.” “So that’s why you’re here. You know, you could just have filed a report like a normal person.” Mon-El shrugged. “I wanted to help. M’gann said there had been reports, but the guards weren’t doing anything. I wanted to find out why.” “You’re impossible. Maybe everybody on your home planet is corrupt, but not here.” * He wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be serious or a trap of some sort, when Kara invited him to the gym after their shift. He did notice the bellicose glimmer in her eyes and prepared for the worst. “You are alien,” she explained. “You are strong. You need to keep your powers in check. If you are my partner I need to know that you can hold back, that you won’t injure anybody by accident.” “Not even the bad guys?” She rolled her eyes. “Yes, not even the bad guys. Option one: you let me handle it. Option two: you call for back up. Option three: you let it go. This is only for extreme emergencies.” They went over arrest procedures. He found himself on his belly with his hands behind his back more times than he cared to admit, but he would be lying if he claimed it wasn’t fun when we got to do the same thing to her. Afterwards they sparred. It was strange to focus on holding back his powers, not using his speed and he found himself end up as victim to one of her killer throws and sweeps over and over again. “Enough for today, rookie?” Mon-El massaged his aching shoulder. “So you can smile, Danvers, don’t let anybody know that.” “I smile. I smile all the time. Just not for you.” He held her up before they hit the showers. “You’re pretty strong yourself.” Kara’s face turned red. “I learned a lot from my sister. It’s, it’s all about technique, if somebody puts in a lot of power, you can use that power against them and that’s the whole trick to it.” “You should teach me one day.” She mumbled something and darted towards the women’s section. * He felt strangely excited to see her again the next day. “So, when will you teach me some more? We could hit the gym together right after work.” “We shouldn’t do that again,” Kara said, clinging to her folder and not meeting his eyes. “How come?” He was confused. “I hope I’m not overstepping, but it seemed like you were having fun. I was learning a lot about being a good cop.” Kara sucked in her lower lip. “We just can’t.” “Look, I know you don’t like, but I thought this was important. ” Kara looked positively miserable, maybe even a tad bit guilty. “I wasn’t, I wasn’t being a good teacher. And you are strong, stronger than humans, you could… cause damage by accident. ” “Damage, to what? To you? Last time I checked I was getting my ass handed to me, not you. ” “I know. ” “Kara …” “Nothing, nothing is wrong. It just can’t be and that’s the end of it. ” With that she stalked off and left him behind, bewildered. * Mon-El liked the cop bar. He was good with bars. He had experience. He was good with bars and bars were good to him. It didn’t take long for him to narrowly beat out the resident king of darts to the loud hollering of his peers. He laughed, slung his arms around people’s shoulders, got told names, it wasn’t that different from what he knew. Within two hours he had danced with Margaret from IA, received a new nickname (Oklahoma) “A drink for you, Danvers.” “Just club soda,” she sad, nodding to the bartender. Mon-El scrunched his nose. “Then I’ll have that, too.” Kara gave him one of those disapproving Kara looks and pulled him aside. “We have to talk.” “Sure.” Mon-El grabbed both their sodas. “You need to stop that.” “What? I’m fitting in, making friends …” He nipped on his drink. “Bah, why do you drink this, it tastes like nothing.” “Why do you bother, Mon-El, huh? You are not even a real cop. You aren’t going to stick around.” “What’s it to you?” “We are supposed to be partners, that’s what it is to me.” “You could at least wait for me to mess up before you get angry at me.” They squeezed against opposite sides of the hallway as a group from the neighboring district headed for the exit. “You don’t respect me.” “I do respect you. You are a good person. You really care about people.” “And what about you? What do you care about?” He frowned. “I’m not sure yet.” “Well, maybe that’s not good enough.” * Mon-El laid awake that night. Was Kara right? What did he care about? Why was he doing it? Was it the money? M’gann? Proving people wrong? There were easier ways to get by. So why this one? It wasn’t his job to save the reputation of a dead planet. What was it to him what people thought of Daxam. Its legacy was going to be death and tragedy either way. Maybe the old Daxamites would have appreciated going out with a bang rather than slowly being domesticated into a nicer, more well behaved people. Mon-El briefly wondered what his mother would have thought about him loitering around on earth and slumming it with low level guards, chasing after earth girls. Despite everything that had happened, he still felt anger at that prospect. Quickly he buried that thought somewhere deep in his mind. Flipping around on his belly, he buried his face in his pillow and closed his eyes. Good or bad, he had always enjoyed proving people’s expectations wrong. * “What’s up Danvers, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Kara blinked, like she was trying to shake off a bad dream. “It’s, it’s Sawyer. I think she just invited herself to movie night.” “There’s a movie night.” “Why does Sawyer want to come to my movie night? Is she keeping an eye on me?” She turned to him. “You!” “Me?” “Yes, you, you have to come, too.” “But why?” “Because Winn dragged James to a robot convention and I don’t want to be alone with Maggie Sawyer with only my sister as a buffer.” * They met up in front of Alex’ place. “So, why don’t you want to hang out with Sawyer again?” “She’s basically our superior. And besides, she can be kind of scary.” “Well, that makes three of you,” he muttered under his breath. “What?” “Nothing.” * They both found it hard to stay focused on the movie. Kara’s sister and Sawyer, Maggie, had abandoned them to fetch some drinks from the fridge about 20 minutes in and somehow they were still standing in front of it, making no move to return. “I should go over,” Kara muttered under her breath. “No,” Mon-El grabbed her. “Let them be.” They both kept sneaking looks at the amicably chatting women. Mon-El had to hand it to Sawyers. Kara’s sister was giggling and accidentally bumping into glasses from the sideboard, while Sawyers was playing it cool as a cucumber, looking on the nervous agent with mixture of amusement and affection. “Well, I know somebody who is gonna have a good time tonight,” he whispered. “What? Don’t say that?” “Why not?” “Hey, you two, Maggie and I, we’re off to fetch some more champagne. We’ll be back before you know it.” “What? You’ll miss the movie!” Kara complained. “No, no, it’s okay, you two keep watching.” Kara stared incredulously at the door after the two women had left. Mon-El sighed and paused the movie just as the king was ready to give his big speech. “I don’t get it. Why does it bother you so much that your sister wants to sleep with Sawyer?” “What? I…” Kara sank back against the couch cushions. “I want my sister to be happy, but Maggie… We work together, I just wish it could be anybody else.” “But why?” “It just makes things more complicated. We, at the precinct, we should be a family. We shouldn’t be having other types of relationships with each other. What if they break up? What if she breaks Alex heart? Alex, all of this is still so new to her. Sawyer is her first real crush, since she realized…”Kara sighed. “Would it be okay if I asked you to leave? I need to talk to my sister when she comes back.” * The house calls, or “domestic disturbances” as they were called proper, were always the hardest. Or rather, they were hardest for Kara. It took a while for him to catch on, but it should have been obvious by the tension in her shoulders and by how her words were all clipped when she confirmed for the third time that the woman knew she could press charges, that she knew the number of the shelter. Afterwards, Kara was often silent for hours, clinging to the steering wheel, seething with quiet range. Mon-El was good with those calls, he guessed. He went in there, charming, calm. Chatting with the lady of the house, winking at children that peeked out from behind doors or from up the stairs. One time a boyfriend threw a punch at him and Kara caught the man’s arm and had him in handcuffs and in the car before the children started to cry. That was a good day. He sat with the mother, just chatting. She nodded a lot, but he had a feeling, she would be back with that man in no time. At least the family would get one night of peaceful sleep. Kara picked him up and thanked him. “You know he’ll be out within a day.” “I know,” she said and didn’t look at him. “You tried. And that matters.” She took a deep breath. “Mon-El?” “Yeah?” “There’s, there’s a game night at my place tomorrow. You can join us, if you want.” “Anybody I know?” “No, just some old friends. And my sister.” The next time they drove by, somebody had burned the El symbol into wall of the family’s house. * “So this is where you live?” “Yep, this is me.” Mon-El stepped into Kara’s apartment in wonder. He had seen palaces all over the universe, heck, he had even grown up in one. But something about this home, it just clicked into place. Then he realized. It was her. At work, Kara might seem standoffish and gruff at time, at least to him, but this place, it was spacious, warm and full of light. He felt like he had a chance to peer behind her facade. This was where she lived. This was the real her. “Are those for me?” “What? Of yes.” He thrust the gardenias he was holding into her hand. “I read its customary to bring flowers, but I wasn’t sure, so just in case I also brought cheese.” “You brought cheese.” “Yes, is cheese wrong?” “Nope. Cheese, cheese is great.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to two men who were standing and chatting. “So these are my friends, James and Winn. James and Winn, this is Mike, my partner.” Kara turned to Mon-El. “And you know Alex of course, she’ll be here, any minute now.” * While Winn and Kara got busy setting up the game, Mon-El found himself with the tall man called James – did Kara like tall? Was he allowed to come here often? - and, having already shaken hands, in the dire need for a topic of conversation. “So, how do you know Kara?” “We used to work together.” “You a cop, too?” “No, photographer. Kara used to work at a newspaper, as an intern, together with Winn and me.” Mon-El smiled sheepishly. “A newspaper is where all the important events that happened in the world are collected, written down and distributed to the people,” James explained. “And an intern is a person who is training to learn how to do a job and helps out.” Mon-El frowned. “Like a servant?” “No! Maybe a little bit. Mostly no.” They both looked over to Kara who was sharing a joke with her sister, while pouring pretzels into a bowl in preparation of their game. Mon-El felt a twinge in his chest. There was an addictive quality to Kara’s laugh, once you heard it, all you wanted was to hear it over and over and over again. “If she was training as a newswriter, why did she become a cop?” James winced. “Kara, she had a friend, her boss at the newspaper. Her name was Cat Grant. She died, died right in Kara’s arms.” James shrugged. “Stray bullet. Just some kid who was angry at his friends, took his father’s gun to take revenge. Nobody saw it coming. He just started shooting in the street and Cat Grant was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Kara took it to heart, that’s why she became a cop. She wanted to keep the streets clean, so things like that would never happen again.” * The game they played had something to do with priests and warriors and tiny wooden play pieces. He invented voices for all of them while they traded goods and drew cards and Kara laughed so hard she spilled juice all over the playing board. After that their creatures went to war. Mon-El knew they getting strange stares from the other players, but how did that matter when Kara was laughing like that. He didn’t even care that he didn’t understand the rules and finished last. There was something wrong with him, because his heart kept racing and for a change everything felt just a tiny bit too hot. He didn’t understand what any of the cards did and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Kara. Eventually she gave up trying to teach him and called it a night. He stayed behind as everybody said their goodbyes and helped her clean up, after all, it was kind of his fault too. They were talking about everything and nothing and Mon-El realized how much he didn’t want to leave, how much he didn’t want to let go with the light and the warmth of this apartment that was so quintessentially her. It also seemed to have the strange trait of seeming even lighter whenever he could make Kara laugh. “Wait, there’s one down there,” he said and dove under the table. Before he could react his head banged against Kara’s, who apparently had gotten the same idea. Kara jerked back like she had been burned and her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t…” “Kara, calm down. It’s not a problem. See, nothing happened.” He scanned the floor, snagged the missing little wood person and held it up. “I even found the missing piece.” “Yes,” she said slowly, her arms wrapped around herself, like she was forming a protective shield. “Of course, how silly of me. I just forgot.” “Forgot what?” “Nothing. Just forget I said anything.” In the end, he didn’t have any excuses left. “Well, see you tomorrow, partner.” “Thank you for staying to help.” “My pleasure.” Mon-El thrust his hands in his pockets, his feet still firmly rooted in place. “You, you gonna find your way back home?” “What? Yes, of course.” “Of course.” She smiled. “I, I had a really nice time.” “Me, too. I hope that I’ll get to come back.” She bit her lip. “I’d like that.” * It was just one of those nights, spent in M’gann’s apartment, challenging her to a game of Caldonian poker when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mon-El raised an eyebrow. “Are you expecting company?” He grinned. “I heard somebody mention a Alcorian coming to town to do business. They have giant … telepathic abilities.” M’gann rolled her eyes at him. “You should have noticed by now I’m not exactly the dating kind.” “I never understood that, I mean, you could be anybody, as beautiful as you want to be.” “That might be a strange concept to you, but some people prefer to be left in peace.” M’gann frowned and got up to answer the door. Mon-El started shuffling the deck, listening for the faint voices from the front door. “Is Mi.. Mon-El home?” Kara? What was she doing here? “I got it,” he called out. “Kara, is everything alright? Is Alex okay?” “Yes, everything is fine, it’s not that.” She indicated with a shake of her head that she wanted to talk in private, so he followed her into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him. Kara was nervous, leaning against the wall. Suddenly he wished he would have grabbed a sweater before coming outside. “I just wanted to tell you, they got him. Your guy. Lardov. Illegal weapons, racketeering.“ Kara looked down on her feet. “And you were right too. Somebody was protecting him.” She swallowed hard. “It was Hudson.” Mon-El ran his fingers through his hair. He barely remembered Hudson. He had chatted with her once or twice at the cop bar. She had seemed normal. “How did they find her?” “They got a tip from Supergirl.” * Kara was late the next day. Or rather, she was on time. Anything other than 10 minutes early was late for by Kara Danvers’ standards. She walked in slowly, dragging her feet. When she saw him, she froze and stared at him. “You are here.” “Of course, our shift is starting and in case you hadn’t heard, I have a partner who would talk my ear off if I was late again.” Slowly, a smile spread on her face. “I guess you have.” And then she hugged him in the middle of the precinct and he didn’t know why, but it felt good anyway. * Getting involved with a human… was not a good idea. To spend the night with a mutual exchange of pleasure? Sure. One had to take some precautions, exhibit a bit of care, but it was doable, without a doubt. More on the other hand… From what he had gathered from M’gann, and from what he had seen, humans were fragile, short-lived, prone to injury and sickness. Getting involved with them was a bad idea. And yet, there was something about Kara. She confused him. There was a light about her. What had started as irritation had turned into fondness, and by now, Mon-El burned for her. It was a confusing feeling. There was this swirl of emotion he couldn’t quite make sense of. He should just sleep with her, to get rid of this feeling. But she didn’t want to. And wanting people who didn’t want to was a bad thing. He should be finding somebody else then, to quench the thirst. For some reason Mon-El didn’t understand,,, he didn’t want to. He just burned. Maybe it was an illness, an infection native to earth? He had to ask Kara about it. She would be able to ask her sister. Maybe he could ask Kara for a real relationship, the ways humans had them? Was that even a good idea? Could that ever work, with her human and him being an alien? Still, she wasn’t any human, she was Kara. Why didn’t she have a mate, anyway? Mon-El frowned and tried to picture it, Kara with somebody else. Maybe that tall phonographer from game night. His stomach lurched at the thought. He dipped the yellow sponge he was holding into the bucket next to him and continued to scrub furiously at the maddening gap between the tiles. “You alright, Daxam?” M’gann called from the outside. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” “I assure you, my washroom is clean enough already.” The Martian woman leaned against the doorframe and looked at him sympathetically. “Girl trouble?” Mon-El bristled at the thought. “Me? Girl trouble. I don’t even know what that is.” “Good. In that case you can stop rage cleaning any time now.” “I’m not rage cleaning.” “Of course not.” * They stood outside one of Lena Luthor’s extravagant parties, freezing and bored. Lights, laughter and the soft tunes of music poured from the windows above. “Will you stop fidgeting? We represent the city!” “It’s cold!” Ignoring Kara’s exasperated looks Mon-El started to hop around between the snowdrifts. “It’s not our fault that your planet has a different climate and you don’t know how to dress yourself.” “It’s not my fault that you are immune to weather.” “I’m – not – immune to weather.” “Sure you aren’t.” Behind them the song changed, swelling into something bigger, more orchestral, that resonated in his bones. “May I,” he said and extended his hand to Kara. “No, no, absolutely no,” she said, crossing her arms. “You can’t be that bad of a dancer. Trust me, I’ll lead.” “We have a job to do,” she protested, but Mon-El could see it in her eyes that she was tempted. Finally, temptation won out. Kara took his hand and he pulled her close, wrapped one arm around her. He didn’t know the song, but the underlying rhythm was simple enough, he was confident he could pull something off. “Just, just don’t step on my feet, Daxamite,” Kara warned. “Come on, Kara, I’m not that bad,” he said and twirled her around. She tilted her head. “Maybe, maaaaaaaaybe not.” And then she laughed despite herself. Mon-El could have sworn it was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. They turned and turned, it might have been 10 times or 500, all he could see was the carefreeness on her face. They broke apart when the shots rang out. “Mon-El!” “I got it, call for backup.” * “That was very brave of you, to run back in to try and save those people. Mostly stupid, but also brave.” “I feel a lot more stupid than brave right now. I wasn’t really thinking and once I started thinking I was mostly scared.” “If it wasn’t scary, then you wouldn’t need to be brave, would you?” “I’d settle for being less stupid for now.” He looked at the reporters milling around, trying to get quotes for their news shows. “Doesn’t it bother you?” “What?” “Supergirl, that she just sweeps in and does all the work. Takes over your cases. In a town with Supergirl, why do you need other people playing hero?” “Everybody can do their part,” Kara retorted unexpectedly passionate. “We all have to do our best. Supergirl … not even she can save everybody.” “You mean because she couldn’t save your friend? The one from the newspaper?” Kara stared at him in shock. “I’m sorry, James told me. Was I, was I not supposed to know that.” “No,” Kara said after a pause. “It’s okay. It’s not a secret. And you are right. Supergirl couldn’t save her.” * Kara sent him a text that weekend. She came to pick him up in that rolling piece of code violation and they drove off into the desert. He wasn’t really sure why she wanted to give him another driving lesson, considering she never let him drive anyway. From the determined look on her face and from the way she gripped the steering wheel, he guessed that maybe this was more about her than about him. After an afternoon of screeching tires, driving in circles and the way Kara looked standing there, with her her hair blowing in all in directions against the empty landscape, they huddled down next to the car on a blanket. Kara pulled her knees up to her chest and scooted closer to him, her gaze turned on the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. “I checked her background, you know. Hudson. I hoped I would find something. An explanation.” Tears were welling in Kara’s eyes. “I know it’s stupid, but something. A gambling problem. A child dying of cancer. Maybe that she was in love with Lardov, or that he had saved her life.” Kara turned to him. “There was nothing. Hudson just took the money.” Mon-El shrugged. “Sometimes people just suck.” “Geez, thanks, Mon-El, you’re a real help,” Kara mumbled and leaned her head against his shoulder. “You are quite the pessimist you know.” “And you are quite the idealist.” “I don’t, I can’t live any other way. I know that I’m wrong sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that hope isn’t real. Sometimes people have good in them,” she paused. “Even where you least expect it.” In front of them, the disappearing sun colored the heaven brilliant red. He swallowed hard. “You know, when earth’s sun at just this angle, it’s almost like - “ “- the sun of Daxam.” “Yes.” It was a strange feeling that if he had remained on Daxam, he’d not just have never met her, but she’d also have looked different. The light of Daxam’s sun wouldn’t have reflected in her eyes, wouldn’t have bounced off her hair the same way. And yet, he couldn’t picture her looking any less brilliant than she did here, even if she seemed made for this light, for this planet. Kara snuggled closer to him and pulled the blanket she had brought up to her chin. They stayed like that till the last rays had disappeared and only the stars remained. * “We didn’t really fall in love on Daxam.” Kara’s head whipped around sharply. He could feel her eyes on him, wide with surprise. “How so?” she finally said, softly. “I dunno,” Mon-El leaned his head against the car window. The rain was pelting it with heavy drops. Busy rivulets obscured all vision to the outside. “It’s just different on Daxam. You have family. Maybe you have friends. Loyal followers. And you want people, and you sleep with them.“ He shrugged, his shoulder brushed against the inside of the car door. “I guess people think it’s distasteful, to be with any person for too long. Other than your latch of course. But your latch is your family and family is about dedication, not passion.” He realized that he was rambling, and probably not making too much sense. He smiled apologetically. “It’s a bit confusing, the way humans worship love. How they put it above everything else. It’s very different from what I’m used to.” Kara blushed and looked down. “Some people might think that that’s kind of charming.” A smile lit up Mon-El’s face. “I guess you are right.” “You and M'gann, are the two of you … an item?” Mon-El frowned, unsure what she was asking. Then his face lit up. “Wait, you want to know whether M'gann mates with me?” He burst out laughing. “Why? What’s so funny about it.” “You, you wouldn’t understand.” Kara rolled her eyes. “Try me.” “M'gann is a telepath.” “So?” “Well, it might surprise you to hear, but despite my devilish good looks, as a non telepath, I’m about as desirable to her as a box of rocks. I’ve tried to convince her otherwise, but she says once you’ve done what they do, sex is pretty boring.” Kara tilted her head and grinned. “I knew you couldn’t score highly when it came to internal qualities.” She fell silent and ran her fingers up and down the side of the steering wheel, before asking softly. “What was it like then, where you come from?” “It’s just different. People on earth, there always is so much confusion, about what kind of relationship you have. On Daxam you always know that there is no future.” * He didn’t see it coming. They were careless, quarreling about where to eat as the followed up on a call about somebody shooting up on the steps in front of an apartment complex. He pushed the double doors open, his face still turned to Kara. He barely saw a man with dirty red hair and a wild stare and then there was a searing pain in his shoulder, that threw him flat on his ass. “Mon-El!” There was panic in Kara’s voice and he thought it had to be pretty bad if she forgot that she was supposed to call him Mike. He barely had time to blink, she’d already disarmed the shooter and wrestled him him to the floor. Mon-El’s ears were buzzing, he registered her calling for backup, and then scan the area. Suddenly she was back, her arms around him. “Mon-El, Mon-El, stay with me!” “It’s not that bad”, he mumbled. “it’s just my shoulder.” “You should have let me go in first,” Kara said angrily. “You aren’t bulletproof, you know”. “Well, I still heal faster than you.” Mon-El winced. Were there supposed to be red dots dancing in front of his eyes? Kara bit her lip. “I’m gonna call my sister.” “Why?” The red splotches were constantly changing size, pulsating. “Because the doctors can tell you are an alien and if the precinct finds out that you are an illegal alien, it might cost you your job, you dummy.” “Oh right,” Mon-El said and passed out. * When Mon-El came to, he was lying on a hospital bed. By some kind of miracle Kara had gotten him a solo room. His eyes immediately searched for Kara and relief washed over him when he saw that she was standing, arms crossed, next to the window, staring forlornly out into the night. He cleared his throat. “Did I do something wrong?” “No, no, I’m just, I’m angry at myself, that I allowed you to get hurt.” “C’mere,” he said and gestured for her to sit next to his bed. She came over reluctantly, almost stubborn in her step, but she did come and sat down on his bedside. He’d meant to ask her something, but he no longer knew what. All he knew was that he liked her being there. Mon-El was drowsy and in pain, but somehow none of that mattered because she was close and her eyes were shining in the dark. “I’m glad you are here,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Well, I’m glad I’m here too.” Why were her eyes so sad? “You should have been more careful,” she said while running her palm along the covering of the hospital bed. He smoothed one unruly lock of hair that had escaped her pony tail back behind her ear. “You are so special.” She smiled, the corners of her lips curling upwards, but it didn’t take the sadness out of her eyes. “What does that even mean?” “I don’t know. I just know that you are.” “You’re an idiot,” she whispered back. He leaned in to kiss her and he could have sworn that she didn’t pull away. Before they could reach other, a ball of work friends, led by Russels and Kaine, poured into Mon-El room. They jerked apart. “We heard you got yourself shot, rookie.” Pam from the reception must have told them that he didn’t have any family in town. Russels was the first to his bed. He grabbed Mon-El’s uninjured hand and shook it enthusiastically. “Wow, even got yourself a doctor from the Dee. Eh. Oh.” “They think the weapon might have been alien,“ Kara interjected quickly. “Turns out they were wrong,” Mon-El added. “Well, rookie, get well soon. We’ll buy you a drink when they let you out.” Russels playfully punched him in the his shoulder. Mon-El winced. “It was just a graze,” he lied. Russels winked at him conspiratively and whispered, “Bet she has an amazing bedside manner.” “Out, everybody out,” Kara shooed the group from the room. “You wouldn’t want him to get any crazy ideas, that you’re going soft on him.” She left with them and when she returned, she had two cups of coffee with her. Mon-El took his gladly. “You know, I’ll be healed up in no time.” “Yes, but as far as the NCPD is concerned, you still got injured in the line of duty. They’ll want to know exactly what happened. They’ll make you attend counseling. It…”, she looked down. “It might be a while till we get to work together again. You’ll probably be on desk duty for a while.” “Grife,” Mon-El pulled a face. “Maybe I should go back and have that guy shoot me for good this time.” “That’s not funny,” Kara said sternly. “It’s not that big a deal.” “But it is,” she insisted and inched closer, once more sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed. “You survived an exploding star, a journey across the universe. That should matter.” Mon-El looked away. “That was a freak accident.” “What if it wasn’t? What if it was fate? You said, that prince, he stayed behind so you could live.” Mon-El swallowed hard. “I don’t think you’d have liked him very much.” “Nonetheless, without him, you wouldn’t be here. And maybe, maybe you protected the wrong people where you’re from, but here, you became a cop and you protect the right people. That must count for something.” “Kara, it’s not that deep.” It hurt. It hurt to see the doubt in her eyes. When they had met, she’d accused him of joining the force as a joke or worse, for insidious motives. Now he was the one seemingly confirming, what he had denied back then. “You are trying to turn me into some kind of hero and I’m just not.” “But you could be! You stayed. You tried to save those people. You have your strength all these abilities. Maybe you are wasting your time at the NCPD with me. You could be out there, fighting side by side with Supergirl.” “Kara, that’s just not me, I could never …” “Why not?” “Just because. All I want is to do my job and help people, with you.” They fell silent. “Look, I’m tired. I’ll get M’gann to pick me up. See you soon, partner?” He couldn’t quite help his voice becoming hopeful on the last word. Kara nodded slowly. “Yeah. See you soon.” * “Honey, you’re home!” “Haha, very funny.” Mon-El grinned at Kara and put the book he’d been reading aside. “So, how was your day? What did I miss?” “Not much,” Kara said while balancing on one foot as she kicked off her shoes. “Wait, somebody put a live chicken in Ondantje’s office. We are pretty sure it was Sawyer and McPhee.” Mon-El pouted. “They could have waited till I was back.” “Are you caught up on Alias yet?” “Yup, ready for the last season.” “How’s your shoulder?” “We both no I’m just pretending to be on sick leave so, it won’t look suspicious. In short: I’m fine, thanks for asking. And thanks for letting me hang out.” “Well, after all you got injured under my watch.” Kara plunked down next to him on the couch and tugged at his bandage. She frowned. “Doesn’t look fine to me.” From the location of the gunshot, dark veins, like spider legs, fanned out. Mon-El quickly pulled his sweatshirt back into position. “Your sister says it’s fine, besides they’ve gotten shorter.” “Maybe my sister should take another look.” “I’m fine, I swear. So, ready for season 5?” Kara pondered. “Naw, I’m in the mood for something shorter.” Mon-El reached for the remote. “What about this one?” Kara’s face turned red. “No, we are not watching this one.” “Why not?” He checked display. “It says here you watched it 53 times.” “Yeah, no way, we are – not – watching that.” “Whatever you say.” * It was the last day of his official sick leave, the last day before he would return to M’gann’s and Kara was fussing around nervously. “Okay, we can watch it,” she finally declared. “What do you mean?” Despite her best efforts to stay cool, Kara was blushing. “That movie, that one you were asking about.” “We don’t have to watch it, if it makes you uncomfortable.” “No, not at all. It’s not a big deal. I have no problem watching it. It’s just some silly movie about giant rats.” “Giant rats?” She blushed again. “You’ll see.” “If you say so.” As the title music swelled, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was about this movie that Kara didn’t want him to see. He kept stealing glances at her, looking for clues. Uncharacteristically for their normal routine Kara sat on the edge of the couch, hands folded in her lap, trying very hard to keep her facial expression as uninvolved as possible. The movie ran on. “Oh,” he said after a while and Kara blushed more deeply. There was a blonde girl, maybe even something like a princess and a stable boy she was mean to, but who she actually really loved. Kara snatched the remote and deftly hit the pause button. “That’s not us.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were going to!” “I wasn’t.” “Well, whatever, I’ll have you know that that so isn’t us.” “Right.” “Right.” Mon-El pursed his lips. “So, you’ve watched this one a lot recently?” She jumped up. “I’m gonna go make some more popcorn, real quick.” * Kara had been right. Desk duty and not being partnered with her was pure hell. It’s not that McPhee wasn’t a nice guy, but Mon-El felt like he was sitting in pins and needles. He started texting Kara dumb jokes and office gossip on his second day till she threatened to block his number. “Going stir crazy over the girl, Oklahoma?” “What, no. I’m just not made for desk duty.” He yawned and stretched in an over-exaggerated way. “Can’t wait to hit the pavement again.” “Sure, rookie. You know, many have tried, boys and girls, didn’t get anywhere, but I have 50 bucks riding on you. So don’t disappoint.” “If I were you, I wouldn’t make any plans for that money. Disappointing people is kind of my thing.” “Well, as long as you disappoint Russels and not me, we are good.” McPhee looked around and rolled his chair closer to Mon-El. “You guys, you guys aren’t already doing it, are you?” Mon-El grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know, old man.” The first day he got her back as his partner he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot and the moment was only saved by her not not being able to stop smiling either. * “Mon-El?” He didn’t flinch. He loved her apartment, so he had feigned sleep by the end of the movie, because he knew she didn’t have the heart to kick him out and this way he got to stay on her lovely couch. “Are you in love with me?” His eyes popped open. “It’s, it’s okay with you are. A lot of people fall in love with me.” “I’m sure it’s because of your modesty,” he said dryly and sat up. “Why are you here, Mon-El?” “Your couch is really lovely.” She didn’t seem too convinced by his explanation. Mon-El sighed and reached for her in the dark. He pulled her onto his lap and buried his nose in her neck. She smelled of fresh and soap. He braced himself, expecting her to push him away and then he would tickle her and they’d end up play wrestling and he could get to hear that carefree laugh again. Instead, she sat quietly. “I just don’t see how this could ever work out, you and me.” “S'okay,” he mumbled. “I don’t either.” “I… I don’t want to lie. I care about you. You are different from what I thought you would be.” Mon-El felt the tension in her arm, as she clenched her clasped hands. “I’m not really good with relationships. Every time I tried, things got in the way. It didn’t work out. I’ve, I’ve been thinking about you and I don’t want to keep lying to you.” Mon-El froze. Wait. Was she just admitting that wanted him, too? He lifted his hand to touch her cheek. He could not see it in the dark, but it was burning, almost feverish. “Mon-El, I can deal with it, I will deal with it, I…, I just want. Slow.” Bit, by bit, it sank in, that maybe, maybe he had a real chance. He nodded. “Slow is good. I’m good with slow.” “You are?” she asked incredulously. “Yeah.” Mon-El pushed her gently off his lap and stood. “I better get home then.” He cupped her face with his hands and tilted it upwards, towards him and placed a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. “See you tomorrow partner.” * When he saw her again at work, Kara seemed moody, even sullen. It confused him. After all they had talked and he had done what she asked for. Yet Kara spent the entire briefing gnawing on her lower lip and even, could it be possible, Kara Danvers, tilting back her chair? She just said brief hellos to Sawyer and McPhee and then they walked quietly to their car. Mon-El had never seen her walk like this, depressed lurching alternating with confident strides and back again. She slipped into the drivers seat to take them on their route. By now he knew that there was no point in rushing her and so he started making up stories about the people they drove past. “Mon-ElIchangedmymind,” she interrupted him in the middle of an epic tale about how the lady in the red dress was a disgraced garrata chamption from Tellus who was trying to recruit the man in the hispter hat for a secret heist on Garand IV. Kara was breathing heavily, but she was also smiling at the same time, still clinging to the steering wheel. “I changed my mind,” she repeated. “I don’t want slow. Slow is stupid. Not-slow… Not-slow is fine.“ Her face was tinted pink, but her eyes were shining with hope. “Do you, maybe want to go to the zoo together? Tomorrow?” * He met her by the large metal gates that separated the zoo from the park. Kara looked nervous and she stared when she saw him. “Hi, partner.” She didn’t reply. “What?” He adjusted his earmuffs. “M’gann said those were appropriate clothing for the weather. Wait, she wasn’t lying to me, was she?” “What? No.” Kara coughed and looked down to the ground before stealing another glance at him. “They are fine, I just didn’t expect … Let’s just get our tickets.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him along towards the long and nearly empty queuing lines. Her cheeks reddened again, but it might have been just the cold. The air was crisp and cool and the gravel of the pathways crunched underneath their boots. Mon-El had met squirrels and cats and dogs before, but looking at this installation, there clearly was a lot he was missing about earth’s fauna. “Do they have dragons?” Kara looked at him in surprise. “Nope, no dragons.” Mon-El shrugged, “Guess that explains why there’s never any garrata on the sport channels.” * Kara went to fetch them some candyfloss, leaving him behind. By the time she returned Mon-El had struck up a conversation with a man in green jacket and high boots, who was evidently bored by the parks lack of visitors. His name was Miles and he’d been working here for 15 years. He just laughed and declined when Mon-El offered him some of the sticky pink wool Kara had brought. Instead he invited them along behind the secretive “Employees Only” doors to meet the mysterious patient he’d been telling Mon-El about. The creature had jetblack eyes, a cute little snout and whiskers. It had a dense fur looked like it should feel oily. It looked around nervously when Kara patted its head. The keeper explained that its name was sea otter and many other things that didn’t mean anything to Mon-El. Mon-El had hoped for a laugh, a joyous glint of her teeth, when the man offered that Kara could hold the little critter. Instead she was all softness, making friends with the creature, before cradling it to her chest underneath her parka, a faint smile on her lips. Mon-El’s heart did that thing where he wasn’t sure whether he was jealous or just happy and it seemed like he no longer remembered how to breathe. For all his life, he’d felt useless, superfluous to this universe, but in this very moment, he’d never wanted to live more than he did now. If this was the beauty this world had to offer, if there was a chance that maybe he’d be able to give her happiness the way she gave it to him, maybe there was a deeper meaning to it all. “Mo…Mike?” “Hmm?” “Wanna come and pet his head?” * They stood in front of a thigh high concrete wall, looking down into a pool on a company of waddling flightless birds called penguins. Kara had launched into a long explanation, but Mon-El found it hard to concentrate on anything other than on how warm and pink her lips looked compared to the icy winds. “You didn’t hear anything I just said,” she concluded. “Not a thing,” he said and beamed at her. He expected her to be upset, instead Kara touched one index finger to her lips and then started pulled on her gloves. The color of her cheeks darkened once more as the moments passed by without either of them saying a thing. Finally Kara sighed and turned to look back into the animal enclosure. She smiled a soft, secret smile. He could see that her grip on the railing tightened and the way she straightened her back. Whatever was coming was important, but that little smile never left her face. “I think you should come over to my place tonight. I’ll cook you dinner. There’s something I want to talk to you about. And maybe, maybe you should bring some things, just in case.” “What’s wrong with your voice?” “What? Nothing!” “It just went all deep and husky and stuff.” “It absolutely did not!” “It absolutely did.” Kara’s head was turning red in anger and her eyes sparkled. “Do you want to come to my place or not.” Mon-El grinned. “Of course.” “Well, fine.” “Fine.” In front of them a flock of penguins chased after each other. “So what kind of things?” “What things?” “The things I should bring. Just in case.” “What? Nothing! Forget I said anything.“ Two of the penguins had climbed on the artificial reef and were playfully shoving each other towards the water. “A toothbrush. And a change of clothing. Just in case.” He couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread out on his face. He hoped she didn’t see. “Just in case, partner.” “I’m not promising anything.” “Of course not.” “It’s really just in case.” “Just in case.” * The door swung open. “Hi!” “Hi! Brought what you asked for,” Mon-El said and held up the paper bag contained her beloved pot stickers. Kara had called him on the way over, apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for you…, I’m just a really bad cook.” Behind her, the windows stood open as the last plumes of black smoke hovered over the kitchen. “No matter,” he said and fought the urge to reflexively kiss her as a greeting when he handed her the bag. Kara placed it on the table and then stood next to the table, nervously clenching and unclenching her hands. “What I wanted to talk to you about, I just wanted you to know, this thing, if it’s gonna be a thing, I mean, if you want it to be a thing, it’s gonna be a relationship thing. A human relationship thing.” Mon-El’s heart danced and beat furiously in his chest. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. “That’s fine with me.” He was sure that her smile was beautiful enough to blot out the sun itself. “You sure?”she asked. “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, I’m not sure what exactly that is, but I know that I want it, that I want it with you.” “You do?” Kara moved closer, the curl of her lips both elated and coy at the same time. “You seem surprised,” he said. He felt barely in control of his voice as she looked up at him like that, her eyes blue and shining. “I know we are from different worlds, but I think we can work, I want this to work.” She smiled. “Whatever this is.” “Whatever this is.” He took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss her. His heart was thumping furiously against his ribs. Kara moved to meet him, but just as their lips were just a breath away from each other, she stopped him, her hand flat against his chest. Mon-El blinked in confusion. Her arms were still around his midriff, her eyes still brimming with excitement, so it didn’t seem like he did anything wrong. Kara cleared her throat. “This thing, if it’s gonna be a thing, a real thing, a real, real thing, I want us to do this right. I want us to be honest with each other.” Mon-El nodded. That made sense. Her lips were still less than an inch away. Kara swallowed hard. “It’s not, it’s not always easy for me to be … vulnerable. To let somebody into my world, but I don’t want it to be like that. With us. I want us to be able to tell each other everything. No secrets. Just us.” Her eyes were shining up to him, like a marriage between blue skies and the stars themselves, in this moment Mon-El would have promised her anything she wanted. However, in this case, she was also probably right. Honestly was important, if you wanted it to be real. That’s what all the movies they had watched said. He took a deep breath, just as she did the same. “I’m Supergirl.” - “I’m the prince of Daxam”, they blurted out in unison. “What?” -” What?” They stared at each other incredulously. “You can’t be serious,” Kara exploded, yanking her arms away. “You lied to me!” He couldn’t believe it. “I lied to you? You are the prince!” “You were an alien the entire time and you didn’t tell me!” “Well at least I wasn’t lying about something terrible! And the prince, how does that even work?” "How does that work, what kind of question is that?” “I … Get out! Now!” “Fine!” “Fine!” * He ran out, anger burning in his belly. Screw that girl. Screw those confusing feelings. The cold, wintery air hit him. Mon-El shoved his hands into his pockets. His face burned. He walked faster. He was angry at her in a way he didn’t understand. He walked faster, till the anger in his belly turned into a sinking feeling. He looked up a the stars. For the first time, the reality of his situation sank in. He was alone. When he arrived on earth, he had been scrambling, hiding, surviving. Making connections, finding ways to understand this strange world. He hadn’t really thought of home much. Yes, something bad had happened. He knew that, at the back of his mind, but it seemed so far away from his situation, a distraction. Something he didn’t like to dwell on. M’gann had helped him sneak into the observatory and then he’d waited. By the time he knew there would be no answer, no rescue, there had been Kara. Kara, whose clear gaze always looked ahead, who always seemed to know what to do next. It was so easy to just follow her in amazement. There was always a light about Kara, in her eyes, her hair, her smile, in every little move, that Mon-El couldn’t help but follow. Now all of that was gone. His past had caught up with him. There was no new life. He had lost his friend, his partner, the one thing that had truly made living on earth worth every second. The one thing that had kept him from remembering that there wasn’t anything else out there for him either. He had nothing to go home to. Angrily he wiped away the tear that way running down his cheek. So close. They had been so close. And then he hadn’t even gotten to kiss her. * “What happened? I take it your date didn’t go well.” Mon-El’s head jerked up from the table. “How did you know I was going on a date?” M’gann smiled warmly. “Before you were hyper and excited and now you look like the world just ended. I take it, it didn’t go as planned?” Mon-El laid his head back on his arms. “She’s Supergirl.” “She what?” “Supergirl. The woman I love, she’s Supergirl.” “Kara is Supergirl?” “What? How did you know that it’s Kara?” M’gann rolled her eyes. “Of course it’s Kara. I always knew there was something to her.” “Have you been reading me, Martian?” “I can’t properly read you. I can’t read her either.” “You could have warned me.” M’gann sat down across him and looked at him, all warm and comforting, almost like a sister. Damn, she really was an excellent bartender. “So, she’s Supergirl. Why is that a bad thing, again?” Mon-El winced. “Kryptonians and Daxamites, they don’t really get along that well.” “I didn’t know you had that much of a problem with Kryptonians.” He sighed. “I don’t.” “I thought Kara knew that you’re Daxamite.” “She did, she does, but then we started talking. I told her things, things about Daxam, things she couldn’t live with. Now, I lost my chance.” “I’m sorry, Mon-El. I really am.” Drained, Mon-El ran his hand over his face. “Who knows, if you could read me, if you truly knew me, maybe you wouldn’t like me either, just like Kara.” His hostess looked at him darkly. “Maybe you’d feel the same about me.” * He went back to work the next day, full of trepidation, unsure whether he even had a future there. Would this be the end? He couldn’t even fathom being there without Kara. Kara, his job, in his mind they were linked. This time, she really was late. Her face was so pale, he couldn’t help it, his heart went out to her. They stood helplessly, facing each other, neither of them finding the words, till she lowered her lashes and hurried off. Was this how it was going to be? What could he do to fix this? Would she ever want to talk to him again? Just one day before, the future had seemed to bright and hopeful and now the truth had cost him everything. Mon-El followed Kara into the briefing room and sat down, one empty chair between them, but the distance seemed icy and unbridgeable. After the assignments had been handed out, she stalked off again quickly, ducking into the chief’s office. He was about to follow her, after all, if she was demanding reassignment, didn’t he have a right to be present? - when Russels grabbed his arm. “Hey, Oklahoma, we’re are up?” “What? Kara…” “You’re with me today. Danvers called me last night to switch shifts. She got a last minute opportunity to join some special training. Surely she told ya.” “What?” He stammered. “Yes, yes, of course.” * He couldn’t help it. After his shift, he stayed behind, loitering around at the precinct, joking around, acting like nothing was wrong, but secretly, hoping to come across her again – would she even come by to the precinct? Maybe she would go straight back home? - and now it was a reality. “We should talk,” she said. He nodded and followed her to the file room. She closed the door behind them and leaned against it. “That story, about how you escaped from Daxam, about the prince who gave his life for you, that was all a lie.” Mon-El froze, then straightened. “Yes,” he said tonelessly without turning to face her. “How did you escape, then?” “My guard pulled me from my bed. He led me to the pod. He killed the owner. I climbed inside and left. He stayed behind and died. It was his duty.” The screams of the injured. Running past the bodies of the dead. The air dense with smoke. The acrid smell of escaped chemicals. All those things he couldn’t put into words. “Don’t, don’t you feel guilty?” “Of course I do.” “You don’t seem like it.” Mon-El felt all color draining from his face. He turned around. “What would you have me do?” Kara hugged herself and looked away. He cleared his throat. “There is one thing I want to know. Why Supergirl?” “What do you mean?” “Just… everything. Why did you become her? Were you always her? Why the mask?” “My parents sent me to this earth as a protector, but the person I was meant to protect, he was already a hero. I was placed with a family of scientists - “ “- and Alex” “- and Alex. They taught me to hide my powers and my identity to protect the people I love. One day Alex was in danger and I just couldn’t hide anymore. I couldn’t justify not using the powers I’d been granted to help others. To help the planet that took me in.” “How old were you when Krypton…” “Thirteen cycles.” Color rose to Kara’s cheeks as if it was something to be embarrassed about and she blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said, feeling helpless in the face of her pain. “Me, too,” she said with a pained attempt at a smile. Her gaze dropped back to the floor. “Krypton, there were people there who knew, who knew who was coming. Nobody listened to them. They should have warned the people and they didn’t.” She looked up again to meet his gaze. “They should have warned your people, too.” “It’s in the past.” “My parents. They were among the ones who knew. They saved me. Why didn’t they save the others?” “You don’t know if they would have listened.” For starters, he had a hard time believing anybody on Daxam would have listened. He shrugged. “It’s in the past now. You are not to blame for what your parents did.” She stepped closer, once more, close enough he thought he could feel her breath soothing over him. “How?” she whispered. “What how?” “How could you, you know, be the prince? How could I not notice?” “I forgot.” She stared at him. “You forgot.” Mon-El winced. It was hard to explain. “When I arrived, I did what I was taught, in case I got captured, or lost. Don’t tell people what you are, it makes you valuable. After a while, it got easier. My whole life, I was never allowed to choose my own path…” “… but now…” “… things are different for me.” Mon-El looked down on his hands. “I just want you to know that how I feel about you, that was never a lie. At first you drove me crazy and you made me laugh and then I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to be around you all the time.” “Mon-El, please, stop.” “I know I can’t expect you to believe me and I can’t expect it to make a difference to you, but before coming here, I never had truly felt alive, never like I was where I belonged. Till I met you. You, Kara, you showed me, taught me so much.” Somehow her hands had ended up in his. He squeezed them lightly and didn’t dare to meet her gaze. He wanted to hold on to her just a moment longer, but what right did he have to keep her? What was left for him except to offer her a graceful goodbye? He blinked away the tears that were building up in his eyes. “Kara?” he whispered. “What’s you real name? I mean, what was your name on Krypton?” Kara’s hands trembled in his grasp and her voice was shaky when she replied. “Kara Zor-El. My Name is Kara Zor-El.” “Thank you. For everything. Ehrosh ‘bem, Kara Zor-El,” he whispered and hoped he didn’t mess up the pronunciation too much. He turned and walked towards the door. He could sense Kara following him with her gaze. “You know, I’m glad it didn’t work out,” she blurted out. Mon-El stopped dead in his tracks. “I mean obviously, what a ridiculous idea,” she continued. Kara’s voice sounded jittery and when he turned to look at her, he saw that her hands were trembling. “A Kryptonian and a Daxamite, who would ever want something like that.” “Ridiculous … “ “Yes!” she rushed to affirm and closed the distance between them. Kara stood close, too close. “See,” she whispered. There was panic in her eyes, but also hope? Determination. “I feel nothing,” she said, rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against his. She remained like this for one long moment, her eyes now closed. “Nothing,” she murmured and kissed him again. “I’m not lonely,” she insisted. Kiss. “Not at all.” Another one. “Of course not,” Mon-El agreed. Entranced by the feeling of her lips against his, he pushed her up till she was sitting on filing table, her long legs dangling freely the air. Then he stopped, his arms still around her, waiting for her to make the next move. “You jerk. You jerk-jerk,” she sucked in a deep breath and bumped her nose against his and then once more, like a young animal, testing the strength of its horn. “I hate you. You are the worst,“ she weaved her fingers through his hair and stole another kiss. Only this time, she lingered and then, she opened her lips, soft and wet, tentatively requesting permission for more. He felt her freeze when he opened up to her and deepened their kiss and she tasted him and then slowly melted into it. It made him feel like a boy from those old Daxamite myths who had gotten old of a beautiful, almost intangible nymph and tried to persuade her to stay with just one kiss. And then she bit his lip only to jolt back, surprised by her own tenacity. He caught her lips again immediately and their kiss deepened, grew more hungry. “Jerk,” she repeated, mumbling against his lips. “Jerkjerkjerkjerk.” She covered his face with kisses and suddenly she lunged forward with all her weight and they were tumbling to the floor, twisting and rolling. Kara’s legs wrapped around him and she pulled on his clothes. “I hate you,” she hissed. Mon-El found himself growing pretty pissed as well. He ground his hips down to let her know exactly how crazy she was driving him and pulled her into a long, punishing kiss, angrily plundering her mouth. Two could play this game. Using her superior strength, she still quickly got the upper hand, fixing him to the floor as she straddled him, licking along his jawline, fascinated with his stubble. Up to the point where she realized what she was doing and jolted up, staring at him in realization. “Danvers? Matthews?” They both froze immediately, holding their breath as they saw the shadow of a person walk by through the window in the file cabinet’s door. With a whoosh they both darted behind the desk hoping Russels would just go past and not discover them. “Mon-El,” Kara whispered, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Hmmm?” “We have to do this now, before, before I lose my courage.” Mon-El nodded all too quickly. “Let’s go to your place.” * They were still out of breath when they arrived at her door. Mon-El grabbed her waist and kissed the nape of her neck, while Kara ineffectively stabbed her keys at the lock. His caresses grew more bold, softly stroking the side of her breasts through her blouse, while he sucked hard on the side of her throat as she fumbled. With a loud clang the keys scattered on the floor. Their hands bumped into each other as they scrambled to find them. Mon-El got his hands on them first. He backed Kara against the door, with a heated kiss, holding her hands above her head with one hand while jamming the key into the keyhole with the other. He desperately tried to remember whether keys were supposed to go clockwise or counter clockwise, all the while getting lost in the feeling Kara’s body against his. “Don’t break them,” Kara chided. Suddenly her arms were around him, there was speed and him losing his footing. He was weightless, kissing Kara, arms tightening around her and gently floating in through her window. “Wow, that was pretty romantic.” he said when she put him back down on solid ground. She blushed and Mon-El took the opportunity to steal another kiss. She let herself be carried away by it for a moment, before she lowered her head and nestled against his chest. So close he thought he could feel her heartbeat against his. She was shaking lightly, her anger and fervor dissipated as she fought to bring up the courage to say what she wanted to say. She closed her eyes and nuzzled closer. “I … I don’t want to lie about, about how I still want you. Despite everything that has happened, I still want you”. He cradled her face in his hand and nudged her to meet his eyes, fighting for the right words to say. “I wish, I wish that this were a cause of happiness for you, Kara Zor-El, and not pain.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered in a breaking voice. “It’s okay.” “I’m sorry that I’m such a mess.” He kissed her more, willing her to feel in their kiss how he felt. In truth, he didn’t give a damn. To him, she was like this dazzling jewel, with an infinite amount of layers, so many of which he didn’t even know yet. There were so many sides to her, her fury, her determination, her sweetness, her pain, and he wanted to meet and make love to every single one of them. She had his heart and he was sick of pretending otherwise. “Trust me,” he pleaded and she nodded wordlessly. In lieu of a reply she slung her arms around him. He walked them back to her bedroom, her legs wrapped around him, her lips never leaving his. They tumbled down together on her sheets. Then they just kissed. Slowly, breathlessly, till Mon-El’s lips started to feel numb and he began to work his way down her body, opening buttons, discarding clothes as he went. He settled between her legs, one hand on her belly, her fingers interwoven with his, trusting him. Part of him still couldn’t believe that this was really happening, that nothing awful would happen to disrupt them again. Relief washed over him when he leaned in and realized that he loved the way she tasted. Not quite Daxamite, not quite like the human women he had been with, just something different and exotic, where he didn’t know if that was Kryptonian or just deeply, fundamentally Kara. All that mattered was that he loved it and it seemed so did she, by the way she grabbed his hand and by the soft sounds falling from her lips. Suddenly, his soul, his entire being filled with hope, hope that this – was – gonna be a real thing. That it would still be a real thing tomorrow. That one day the she would be comfortable enough in their relationship that he’d be able to tease her about being history’s first wanton Kryptonian. * Afterwards, she rested on his chest, her eyes closed. “Want,” she mumbled against his skin. “Want to keep you. Forever.” Mon-El laughed and patted back her hair that was just crazy and wild from their tumble. “Sounds good to me.” “It does?” “One hundred percent.” He couldn’t resist and inched her slightly higher, allowing him to drop kisses on her forehead. “Kara?” “Mmmmm?” He placed another kiss between her brows, right at the place where her adorable lying crinkle usually sat. “That place, where your sister works.” “The DEO?” she yawned and shifted around, trying to find the optimal position. “Yeah.” Mon-El caught Kara’s hand and pressed his lips against her palm. “Will you, will you take me there one day. I…” he stumbled. “I just want to know all the parts of your life.” So soft smile slowly spread on her face. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much.” “You do?” he said, unable to hide his surprise. “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he repeated and grinned before kissing her one more time. Kara sighed and leaned into the kiss in a way that made his stomach flutter. “One more request.” Kara popped open and raised an eyebrow. “Another request. Already?” Mon-El’s arms tightened around her, suddenly afraid that his arms would be empty tomorrow and all of this would have been a dream. “Wake up with me.” Kara looked at him, her eyes opaque and serious, as if she was looking right into his soul. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.” Epilogue “You do know,” she said and laughed, “that our shifts start at the same time today.” “Oh, I know,” Mon-El said and rolled on his belly. He hugged her pillow to his chest, satisfied with having found the perfect position to gaze upon his lover as she closed the last buttons on her blouse. “Most people prefer watching people get undressed, not dressed.” A dopey grin spread on his face. “I know.” With a whoosh he was beside her, one arm wrapped around her midriff, hooking into her belt right next to where her handcuffs dangled oh so tantalizingly. His other hand slid up to back of her neck, pulling her in. “You are naked,” she noted. “Mmmm?” he mumbled and began to cover her cheeks and nose and lips with slow, dirty-wet kisses. Kara blushed. “Very naked.” He laughed and kissed her again. The only thing sexier than Kara Danvers, no wait, Zor-El, in her snug rookie blues was the expression in her eyes. Ms. By The Rules Officer Danvers genuinely torn between duty and desire enough to genuinely consider not showing up for work. Mon-El took pity on her. He released her and reached for this clothes. They wouldn’t be too late today. Kara sighed and plopped down on he edge of the bed. It was almost like he could see the tiny cogs and wheels in her brain working, and slowly arriving at the conclusion that it was morally unobjectionable to look at your naked boyfriend get dressed. After which she stared unabashedly. Just the tiniest hint of red tinted her cheeks. A tiny glimmer danced in her eyes. Slipping into the sleeves, Mon-El pulled his undershirt over his head, pulling it down till it covered his abs. A little sound of disappointment escaped Kara’s lips and he smiled to himself. By the time he was on his slacks, she came over. Kara snuggled up against his back. Her arms wrapped around him, as her slender, elegant fingers moved to help him with his belt. “You know,” he said, his voice rough, “My plan was for us not to be too late, but you are turning this into a real challenge.” “Sorry,” she breathed, her mouth hot and wet against his shirt. Mon-El turned. Their hands bumped against each other, as he shrugged into his shirt and they both moved to close every button. Rao, she was so close. The reality of his situation truly hit him for the first time. “Are you really okay with this?” “Do I seem like I’m not okay with this?” she asked. Kara. His Kara. His Danvers. His partner. His friend. Here with him. A stranger to this world just like him. His guide. His Supergirl. No, the world’s Supergirl. He kissed her because now he could. “Can’t believe we found each other.” A sad little smile danced across Kara’s lips. Her endless blue eyes cloudy for a second with melancholy. Grife. Leave it to him to stick his foot into his mouth and remind her of all the dead people that lay in their wake. He gave her a quick kiss and rubbed his nose against hers. “Race you to work?” She grinned. “Ready when you are.” * The day at work was pure hell. They were late for the chief’s briefing, sneaking in red faced. Trying to ignore Maggie’s raised eyebrow. Mon-El wanted to know everything about her. Kara’s parents, her life on Krypton, but he was afraid to ask. “I want you to know, that, that I don’t care about your past. This is new. A fresh start. You can be different now.” “Yes, yes. That. That’s what I want.” Kara’s head jerked around and she looked at him in surprise. Mon-El shrugged. “My old self, wasn’t really a great person.” He felt himself growing somber. “Can we go to your place? I love your place.” She laughed. “Are you asking to move in with me? Already?” Mon-El gave her his brightest, sunniest smile. “Well, I like M’gann, but I like you more.” Kara grinned. “Are you sure you aren’t just sleeping with me for my apartment?” Mon-El reached over and ran his thumb along her cheek. “Yeah, pretty sure.” A long, breathless moment passed between them and he wanted to kiss her so badly right there, except he was sure it wouldn’t be right for them, in the middle of work, right in their squad car, where everybody could see. They held out till 5 minutes before the shift was over. They were lucky that no serious emergency came their way, their conversation strained and choppy as they waited for the clock to tick down. Just about when they decided to hand the car back over, he couldn’t take it anymore. He backed Kara up against the wall in alley and smothered her with kisses, every cell in his body singing with joy that he was finally allowed to touch her, jubilating when she threw her arms around him, returning his kiss with equal need. “You know,” she panted, as she pulled out of their kiss to rest her cheek against his throat for just a second, rubbing her face against his skin like a cat looking for affection. “Alex says that, that your body temperature is just a little bit higher than those of humans. Always like you are running just a bit of a fever,” she mumbled. “Feels really good.” Mon-El grinned. “So what you’re saying is that you want me to warm you up?” “Maybe. Yes. Oh gods, the answer is yes,” she squeaked as he started to kiss that spot right behind her ear. “My place. Now.” * The moment the apartment door fell shut behind him, Kara was a blur of air and colors and then she stood in front of him. Naked. She threw her arms around his neck, her body pressed up against his, her lips sucking greedily on his neck. She walked backwards, pulling him along. Mon-El followed her, stunned and dazed. Effortlessly he was thrown towards the couch and then she straddled him, gyrating on top of him in all her glorious nakedness. He ran his hands down her sides and cupped her ass. It felt perfect, they way it fit into his grip and he teased her hips to roll with the rhyhm he set. Kara moaned and pulled helplessly at his shirt. “If you rip it, you have to buy me a new one.” Kara groaned in exasperation. “What on earth do you spend your paycheck on, Mr. Intergalactic Prince?” Mon-El smiled sheepishly and nuzzled her neck. They tumbled to the side, with him on top of her. He struggled his his belt, not wanting the buckle to bite into her naked skin. If it were up to him, these pants would be preserved in a glass case and not washed for as long as he lived, he thought. Mon-El pulled his shirt over his head. He steadied himself against he armrest and ground his his hips into hers. Her knees tightened around him and she arched upward upon the intensity of the contact. How was he supposed to contend with such beauty? They kissed breathlessly, their bodies finding their own tune, rushing faster and faster, trying to find completion after having been denied for so long. His name fell from Kara’s lips, over and over and he wanted to catch that sound, keep it forever and listen to it every night before he fell asleep. And then … “Mon-El, Mon-El, wait.” Kara grabbed his arm and pushed him back to a sitting position. “Hmmm?” he mumbled questioningly against her hair. Kara smiled apologetically and snuggled against him. “I might have … bought some condoms,” she confessed. Mon-El raised an eyebrow. “Condoms?” “Well yes, I figured you might have some, but I wanted to be sure and I wasn’t sure which size you were and what type feels good and maybe you are allergic and so I just bought all the sizes!” Kara hung half off the couch and rummaged underneath it. She pulled forth a box. A wide box. A very long and very wide box. Sheepishly she opened it. One thing’s for sure, she hadn’t been lying about all the sizes. And all the colors. And all the textures. “Too much?” she asked in a worried voice. “No,” he said softly and kissed her shoulder. “I’m glad you care. We’ll find a use for all of these.” Her eyes widened. “All of these?” Well, according to the movies some of them would make for some mean water bombs. “Yes,” he confirmed. “All of these.” Their mouths got tangled in a little kiss, while he reached for one of the orange-purple packages. “These will do.” Mon-El turned to Kara. “Do you know how to put them on?” he asked huskily. Kara licked her lips. “I want to learn.” She ripped the carton open and brought a condom wrapper up to her lips. “Wait, don’t, not the teeth!” Mon-El grabbed her hands and smiled apologetically. “Don’t tear it by accident.” “Right.” The first one sailed across the room as Kara tore open to protective foil with a bit too much enthusiasm and both of them burst out laughing. She was more careful with the second one, her hands trembling in anticipation. Mon-El couldn’t take his eyes off her, the way her brow was furrowed in concentration, the way she bit her lip. He slipped two fingers inside of her, making her tremble even more. With shaky hands she managed to extract the condom from its packaging. “You see the tiny exalted tip? Hold I close. Then roll it on slowly.” Kara licked her lips and nodded. His breathing deepened and grew labored as she started her work, but at least the act didn’t leave her indifferent either. Her nipples were hard and she took a break after every little progress, her upper body swaying as her wormed his fingers deeper into her and was rewarded with a gush of liquid running down on his hand and coating the inside of her thighs. “I, I’ve waited for so long,” she whispered. “It’s okay,” he calmed her. “You are so close.” Even through the latex her touch felt heavenly on his cock. After a torturous eternity, she had finally unrolled the entire length. With a moan, Kara sunk back into the cushions of the couch, her knees falling open for him. “Want you,” she mouthed and reached for him. His blood was pounding in his ears and he vowed to himself to make her feel good with his lips afterwards, but right now, he couldn’t wait. Not when she was like this, so soft, so open, so needy for his touch. He was inside of her and she was all around him, they were one. Her eyes were awash with feelings. He saw worry there, and hope, and warmth, and fear. Kara’s hands tightened against his shoulders. Her lips were pressed together as if she was trying so hard to contain her words from spilling out. Something around his heart constricted. “It’s okay,” Mon-El whispered and pressed a kiss against those lips. He didn’t need her to say it. Not when he could feel with how painfully she was wrestling with it. It wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered was that she was here, with him. “I love you,” he stated matter of factly and started to move. Her hands, gripping his shoulders, clenched and unclenched. So hard they would have broken a collar bone or two on anybody else. Her eyes were full of love and sadness. “You sure you know what that means?” Kara’s voice was barely more than a breath, like a tiny bird with a broken wing. “It’s when first your heart burns all the time, then it dances and in the end, it sings, right?” he whispered. Kara’s lips were pressed together in a plane, thin line and her eyes were alight with water, but she nodded furiously. He knew. “I love you, Supergirl.”

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Hi, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure I did a good job representing your prompt. You didn’t specify whether you wanted only Mon-El to be a cop, but I made Kara one here as well because I once saw a really cute cop AU aesthetic. It also got a lot more angsty than hot, because I wanted them to confess to each other before they start a relationship and even though I personally don’t think virginity matters, I tend to headcanon Kara as fairly inexperienced when she meets Mon-El and having her first time be heated reunion sex didn’t really work for me and it probably ended up a lot more angsty than what you were looking for. :( I hope you still like it a little anyway.

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happy holidays kirstin @madasateacup! hope you enjoy the playlist i made karamel and the graphic i made for the playlist cover :)

your secret santa, @kaiho

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Hello! This is for Kayla @kbcountry37-blog I hope you are enjoying your day or night and I hope you enjoy this! I know you follow me and I really appreciate it. You’re a really cool person and I would love to get to know you better! -RaeAnn @sweetestkaramel

Warnings: Smut

Kara moaned as she slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy. Lately she’s found herself more horny and agitated but she summed it up to be the lack of sex she’s having. It’s not that she couldn’t find anyone to have sex with its the fact that she’s scared to hurt someone. So she always settles for using her fingers. Sure, at times it gets lonely being by herself but if it prevents her from hurting someone than it would have to do.

That was until she met Mon-el. He was strong, obviously not stronger than her but he could keep up. After the first few months on Mon-el being on earth he was arrogant and annoying but then something changed. He started to care more and more about saving people. One day he would make an extraordinary hero. Kara smiled at the thought of him by her side helping her defeat the villain of the week. He let out a satisfying sound as she came all over her fingers and sheets. She got up and washed her fingers off and threw her sheets in the washer. She picked up phone and that’s when she noticed what time it was. She immediately got up, changed clothes and flew out the door.

When she got to the DEO, she saw Mon-el sitting on the ground with a pout adorning his face and she immediately felt bad. He looked up and smiled at her and jumped from the floor.

“Kara! What took you so long? I was starting to get worried about you!”

“I’m so sorry Mon-el! I was doing something at Catco and I guess time flew by.”

“Are you sure about that? I called James and he told me he didn’t see there.”

“Oh um… I can explain that.”

“No it’s fine, I get it, you don’t like hanging out with me.”

“No! It’s not that, I was just doing something personal and lost track of time I swear. I like hanging out with you Mon-el.” Kara’s heart fluttered when Mon-el grew a big smile on his face. She loved seeing Mon-el smile.

A hour later Mon-el had Kara pinned to the ground. Kara was surprised at this because he never pinned her down during their sparing sessions. She didn’t mind it though because she loved the feeling of their bodies close together. They stayed like that for what seemed like was forever but could only be a couple of minutes before Mon-el got up.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that Kara.” Mon-el said avoiding eye contact.

“No it’s fine.” Kara said her face heating up. She knew this was the perfect time to make a move so that’s what she did. She pulled Mon-el close and kissed him. He was surprised but kissed her back, enjoying the feeling of their lips touching.

When they pulled away they were both surprisingly out of breath. Mon-el didn’t let go of Kara and pulled her even closer.

“I’ve had a feeling you liked me.”

“Yeah… I guess I do.”

“It doesn’t help your case that sometimes I go to your apartment without you knowing and I know what you do when you’re alone.” Kara’s cheeks turned bright red, she always did feel like someone was watching her. Mon-el kisses Kara again with as much passion as the first kiss. The kiss started to get more heated until Mon-el pulled away. “I guess we should get back to training.” Mon-el said stepping away from Kara and walking to the other side of the room. Kara was still in shock but she quickly shrugged it off. This was the beginning to a beautiful relationship.

Kara woke up to the find Mon-el not in bed. For the past six months every time Kara would wake up to Mon-el next to her. It made her the happiest girl in the world.

“Good Morning Kara!” Mon-el stood there in front of the bed with the tray of food on it. Mon-el was always a romantic but he’s never done something like this.

“Wow, Mon-el. Is this for me?”

“Of course, Kara! It’s our six month anniversary after all.” Kara smiled. Mon-el always got excited when an important event came up. Mon-el gave Kara the breakfast and she quickly ate it. While she was eating Mon-el couldn’t help but stare at her. She was truly the most beautiful girl in the universe. He was truly lucky, he knows after all the terrible things he’s done in the past he doesn’t deserve someone like Kara, but here he is sitting next to the girl of steel, madly in love.

When she was done Mon-el took the dirty dishes and put them in the sink to be cleaned later. Mon-el climbed in bed and grabbed something from the bed side table.

“So Kara, I’ve been on Earth for almost a year now. I’ve learned so much about this planet I’m glad to call a home. You and I didn’t get along at fist, to be honest I hated your guts. But after these months of learning I’ve learned to be a better man. And all that is thanks to you, Kara Zor-el, I love you and I want to be with you forever.” Mon-el pulled out a little black box and opened it for Kara to see. She was close to tears and couldn’t help the big smile growing on her face. “Kara Zor-el will you do me the honor of marrying me and becoming my wife.” Kara couldn’t say anything so she just nodded and pulled Mon-el in for a hug. She kissed him and for the first time she felt like she was home. The kiss soon turned into one of lust and passion as Mon-el carefully laid Kara down on the bed. He pulled away to remove his clothing leading Kara to do the same thing. The moment when they were both naked Mon-el leaned in and started to leave kisses on her neck.

“Please Mon-el…” Mon-el looked up at Kara with dark eyes. He moved his hands down to her chest and gently squeezed her breasts. Kara let out a load moan and wrapped her hands around Mon-el’s neck. Mon-el took that as a sigh to move his hands lower to where they were now settled on her waist. He gently gave the Kryptonian a kiss on the lips before he moved all his attention on Kara’s lower half. He slowly slid one of his fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Mon-el watched as Kara withered underneath him. He smirked as he added another finger slowly thrusting it in and out. Mon-el enjoyed hearing the noises that came from Kara’s throat whenever they did this. She was such a sight to behold and Mon-el was glad he was the only one who got to see her like this. Mon-el continued to thrust his fingers in and out of Kara until he knew she was ready for them. He removed his fingers and wasted no time before slipping his cock into her. Kara let out a loud moan while holding on to Mon-el tightly. He was positive that if he was human she would’ve crushed him so it was a good thing he wasn’t.

They stayed that way for awhile, Mon-el slowly thrusting into Kara while listening to the pretty little whimpers and moans leaving her mouth. Kara couldn’t take it anymore, her body was close to climax and she needed the release now.

“Mon-el, I’m about to-”

“Shh, I know Kara, I’m close too. Together on three okay?” Kara quickly nodded her head. “1…2…3!” They both came with loud moans and Mon-el slipped his dick out of Kara’s cunt.

“Thank you Mon-el.”

“For what?”

“For everything. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Kara.”

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To:Ana @karamel-prompts From: Gaby @agentjadelance

“When two people Truly Love eachother,one will find the way to the Other.”

HAPPY HOLLIDAYS ANA *Blows kisses* hope you like it

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Comets

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Dear Ashley, I wish you a very merry Christmas and happy holidays. Your Secret Santa Lara ( @silverphoenixfeather)

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Comets

Kara stared out of the window in her apartment, watching the snowflakes shimmering in the winter sun, slowly making their way down to the ground to form a thin layer of white. She held a mug filled with steamy coffee in one hand, the other one playing with a ribbon on a small present.

A quiet sigh escaped her parted lips as she broke her gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before her. Instead, her eyes wandered to the clock, watching the second hand ticking. He was supposed to be here already. He should‘ve been here over an hour ago. But he wasn‘t.

“Where are you, Mon-El?” She asked quietly to herself, somehow still hoping that through some strange miracle he would walk through her door in this instant, embracing her from behind and holding her tight in his arms. She loved the feeling of having him with her, of him holding her in his arms, placing gentle kisses all over her skin.

Another sigh left her lips as she turned to the couch, sitting down and pulling the blanket up her legs. After another hour passed without a sign of him, she eventually grew tired, her eyelids starting to droop, making it harder for her to stay awake. By now she had given up hope of him actually coming, of having their first Christmas together. She closed her eyes, drifting off into a dreamless sleep soon after.

later

At first, he just knocked on the door but when she didn’t open him, he used the spare key she had given him once to unlock it and get in. He knew that she should’ve been here earlier but something had gotten in the way and he hadn’t been able to make it in time anymore.

His dark clothes were damp from the snow, his hair was stuck on his forehead. Nevertheless, his whole face lit up as he saw Kara sleeping on the couch, her lips slightly parted, one arm dangling from the edge. A smile appeared on his face as he walked closer to her, kneeling down beside her. He placed a gentle kiss on top of her head, his fingertip absently trailed along her exposed skin.

“Hey. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here earlier,” he whispered softly and somehow this brought Kara to shift her position. She turned around to face Mon-El, her eyes slowly starting to open.

“You’re here,” she stated, her voice still husky from sleep.

“Of course I am. Where else should I be?”

Kara got into a sitting position, making space for Mon-El to sit on the couch. Immediately he sat down, his hand finding its place on her cheek, his lips softly pressing against hers. Kara wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Their kiss became more passionate, they didn’t want to let go of one another. It just felt too good to finally be together again.

Slightly out of breath their lips moved apart, their foreheads still touching. Mon-El held her in place, both of them smiling wildly, their eyes filled with love and happiness.

“I missed you.”

He stole another kiss from her before he responded, “I missed you, too.”

Suddenly, without a warning Kara shot up straight, leaving a startled Mon-El behind as she paced through the apartment to get something from the sill. It was a little package wrapped in dark red paper and with a cute, little, yellow ribbon on top of it. She tried to hide it behind her back while walking back to him, but he had already seen it.

“Merry Christmas,” she grinned, handing him the present. A warm laughter filled the room and he examined it closely, thanking Kara with a kiss on her cheek.

He carefully undid the ribbon and paper, revealing a little black box with his name written on it in fine letters. A curious expression on his face, his gaze gifted towards his girlfriend, raising an eyebrow.

“You didn’t have to buy me a gift. All I want for Christmas is you”, Mon-El said. Nonetheless, he couldn’t hide his excitement as he opened the box, taking out a small, silvery object. A ring that showed the letter ’L’ and a comet at the top right. He wasn’t sure of what this meant, if it had any deeper meaning or if she had just chosen it because she liked it. He couldn’t even explain the meaning of the letter.

“Thanks, but…” Before he could finish his sentence though, Kara silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. She took his hand which was holding the ring, balling it into a fist and looking him straight in the eye. His greyish blue eyes meeting her blue ones. Comets.

Suddenly, Mon-El understood the meaning behind the comet. It was a symbol for them, the symbol for the memory of their first kiss. The day he had thought he would die, the day didn’t mind because he had finally gotten to kiss her. The day he had first noticed how her eyes shone bluer than else, insanely blue. Like comets.

“Go be the hero I know you are.”

He closed his eyes as her fingertips gently touched his cheek, trailing along his jaw. Getting lost in her touch he didn’t even realize how it slowly disappeared, how her whole apartment, the whole scenery in front of him just faded away.

The next time he opened his eyes he was sitting in his own apartment. Alone. The sun was already set outside, the darkness of the night filling the lightless room, resembling how he felt now that he was back in his reality. He was still trapped in the 31st century, far away from Kara who he missed more with every passing day.

Feeling a cold object in his hand, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was a ring, the ring of the Legion he had founded. Right now there was just a letter carved in but he knew one thing was still missing - a comet.

And even though Kara was unreachable right now, not actually with him, she was still there. She would always be. All of a sudden full of enthusiasm, he got up from his seat, absently playing with the chain around his neck. Walking past a decorated Christmas tree he thought to himself that she had given him the best present today. Now it was his turn to try to thank her for it, to try to come back to her.

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Happy Holidays to Lynn ( @lostmyurl) ! Hope you enjoy this fluff-filled gift from your secret santa @teacactus!

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“’Tis the season, Kara,” Mon-El said, “brighten up.”

Kara groaned from her spot in front of the mirror, smoothing down her dress and fixing her hair for the millionth time, “I’m just worried that it’ll go bad, you know?”

“Mhm,” he hummed in agreement, as he put on his tie. “The dinner you talked about – that might have been a good idea.”

“I know it was a good idea!” Kara exclaimed, momentarily tearing her eyes away from the mirror to raise her brows at Mon-El. She had, several weeks prior, suggested that the two of them should meet his parents for a dinner before the Christmas party, but the plan fell through.

“It would have worked out if we didn’t have such busy schedules,” he told her, grinning before he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Are you ready? Everyone should be here soon.”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she scoffed, turning to fully face him. “What if your parents hate me?”

“I think the more likely scenario is that they decide to disinherit me rather than that they hate you,” Mon-El said, and she rolled her eyes, placing her hands on his chest. “You have literally nothing to worry about, Kara.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, and he just smiled down at her. “I’m still worried, though.”

“You act like I told you only bad things about my parents,” he said, “they might be a handful – they are – but they’re not the type to hate people on sight, you know.”

“I hope so,” she said, moving her arms to rest around his neck and the corner of his mouth moved up as he placed his hands on her hips.

“And, when they find out about everything you’ve done, they’re going to love you,” he told her, before sneaking a kiss on the mouth, “I promise.”

“You better keep your promise,” she said, almost a threat, before laughing as he kissed her again. “Is everything prepared?”

“That’s what you think about when I’m kissing you?” He asked, incredulously, grinning nonetheless.

“Maybe,” she teased, “but at least I let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“I suppose that’s right,” he said, and opened his mouth to answer when the doorbell rang, making her push him away and cast a glance in the mirror, her hands going up to fix her hair and smooth down her dress once more.

“Oh my God, I am so not ready – “

“I’ll go get the door,” Mon-El said, smiling softly at her and shaking his head.

“No no no, no,” Kara protested, stepping in front of him. “They’ll think I take too long to get ready and – “

“ – then come with me to get the door,” Mon-El said, already starting towards the door, and Kara hurried to catch-up with him. He made a move for the doorknob, turning to look at her and raise his eyebrows – a silent question; are you ready?

She nodded. Yes.

And he opened the door.

–

The party was in full-swing when Kara walked over to Mon-El, grasping at his arm. She hadn’t had a chance to speak to his parents fully yet; she’d greeted them when they entered, fashionably late, and they spoke for a moment, but then the moment passed.

And now, Kara was full of nerves, unable to enjoy the party. She’d usually hang around and talk to everyone, passing drinks and treats (most of which Mon-El made, some of which she tried to make).

But today?

“Everything okay?” Mon-El asked, when they were left alone, his voice low.

“Yes, I just – “

“Finally, a chance to talk to both of you,” she heard, the words spoken in a posh accent, and there was no mistaken it; Rhea Gand was standing in front of the two of them, joined by her husband. “We didn’t want to interrupt, not when you two were so busy attending to other guests.”

“Oh – uh,” Kara said, and she cursed herself; that hardly made her sound intelligent.

“It’s fine,” Mon-El filled in, casting an easy smile, “at least we have a moment to talk now.”

“Yes,” Rhea said, “so, Kara, I hear you and Mon-El have been together for, what, the past few months?”

“Since Valentine’s day,” Kara replied, looking at Mon-El and sneaking in a smile. “Most of the year, really.”

“And he hasn’t brought you around to introduce us?” Rhea said, shaking her head. “A shame.”

“She speaks in jest,” Lar Gand – Mon-El’s father – spoke up for the first time during the conversation. Kara nearly frowned, before remembering Mon-El’s warning that his parents were rather specific.

“There just wasn’t a chance to do anything,” Kara said, quickly, “it’s already hard enough to do anything together when I work for nearly the whole day and when Mon-El’s busy at the bar and at home, painting – “

“ – that’s, uh, yeah,” Mon-El said as he cut her off, and Kara sent him a questioning look; she’d have to ask him about it later. “At least we’re all here together now. Consider it an early Christmas present.”

“Of course,” Rhea said, “but! I’d love to know more about you, Kara; you’re a reporter, yes?”

“Oh – um, yes,” Kara replied before furrowing her brows, “has Mon-El told you about that…?”

“Yes, yes,” Rhea nodded, smiling, and Lar Gand added, “he was quite proud when he was showing the articles published with your byline.”

“Oh,” Kara was left speechless, feeling her cheeks going red before she cast a glance at her boyfriend. “Well – uh, then you know I work at CatCo.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a surprise if you became the next Cat Grant,” Rhea said, and her words could have a different meaning if her tone wasn’t so gentle. “Your articles, by the way; they’re great. I – you are, quite frankly, one of my favorite journalists.”

“Thank – thank you,” Kara replied, smiling, “I hope Mon-El didn’t make you say that – “

“ – I did not,” Mon-El said, shaking his head. “You’re getting along great already, if you’re exchanging compliments so fast, so I have no choice but to leave you to it.”

And so, he left, taking his father away with him, and Kara was left one on one with his mother.

“You can tell me the truth now,” Rhea said, her voice low, reminding her off the voice Alex used for gossip late at night, “does he treat you well?”

“Oh!” Kara exclaimed, surprised by the question. “I have no – uh, complaints, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Well, I hope I taught my son well enough, then,” Rhea replied, a smile on her face. “I don’t suppose you have any plans for the near future?”

And, oh, God, that was just the question Kara was fearing. She didn’t even talk about this with Mon-El, for God’s sake, what was she supposed to tell his mother?

“Uh, we’re – just, uh, we’re going with whatever the world throws at us, for now,” Kara said, and she realized that that was exactly what they were doing. “We’ll figure things out when we need to, I guess.”

“Right, well,” Rhea said, shaking her head. “We’ll be waiting for the wedding invitation.”

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We might as well (Be strangers)

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#karamel #songfic #headcanon #speculation

Dear DJ @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain,

I hope you enjoy this little fic inspired by our mutual love of Karamel and songs that fit them.

Have a wonderful Christmas and a prosperous New Year!

With love,

Jane @ms-jane-darcy

I don’t know your face no more Or feel your touch that I adore I don’t know your face no more It’s just a place I’m looking for

Mon-El knew his return would affect everyone. Everyone he used to know: Alex, J’onn, Winn… Kara. What he didn’t expect was the way it would affect him.

It hurt.

The coldness. The distrust. The suspicion.

The confused looks. The pity looks. The angry looks.

He probably had it coming, though.

He couldn’t very well expect them all to welcome him with open arms, when he wasn’t being open himself. He was keeping too many secrets, telling too many lies. He was having a hard time distinguishing what was real and not anymore. He was lying to everyone, every single one of them. He was keeping the truth from people he’d once considered his family.

But Kara was his home.

And he could not lose his home again.

So… he had to keep up the act. Even when it broke his heart more and more each day.

He remembered that animated movie he’d watched with Kara in her loft one night. ‘Conceal. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show.’

He repeated the words in his head like a mantra. His old self would chuckle at that. Using a blonde ice princess as his new role-model. But he wasn’t that guy anymore. This Mon-El had a hard time finding enjoyment in anything.

This Mon-El had a hard time feeling happy.

As soon as he was sent away in that pod by Kara, his whole world spun out of its axis. Everything he knew –or thought he’d known– was gone. Just like that. He actually found it fascinating, in a sort of morbid way, how your entire life could disappear before your eyes in one quick snap of your fingers.

He entered the DEO lobby feeling apprehensive. Imra was not here at the moment, she was away on a reconnaissance mission with Querl. Therefore, he didn’t have her around to help settle his thoughts, to help calm his nerves, thus making it harder than ever to maintain the ruse.

One look at her comet-like eyes and he knew… he would break.

And he couldn’t allow that. So, he had to keep his distance. Ignore her. Avoid her. By any means necessary.

But it was so hard.

***

We might as well be strangers in another town We might as well be living in a different world We might as well…

We might as well…

He felt the atmosphere change drastically as he approached the round table in the middle of the room. The cheery chatter went silent and an awkward tension replaced it. He tried to move past it, smiling one of those fake smiles he’d come to master lately.

Luckily, the alert systems picking up on something granted him the opening he needed.

“What are we up against?” he asked no one in particular.

He wasn’t surprised that Winn was the one to answer him. “Bank robbery,” his friend explained with his eyes locked on the screen. “Same old, same old.”

“Do you need any help?” he offered his assistance to the Kryptonian to his left.

“I got this,” she replied without sparing him a second glance, before flying out of the room at super-speed.

Only one thought resonated in his mind: ‘I hope you do.’

Seventeen minutes later, he was blowing out some steam in the training room when he heard it. Her heartbeat. The most beautiful sound in the world to him. And it was getting closer.

Kara was coming.

He turned around as the door opened, catching a disgruntled Kara completely unawares. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” she apologized meekly. Her lips set in a straight line, making it clear she didn’t want to be in the same room alone with him.

“That’s okay,” he murmured with a small smile and cleared his throat. “I was done actually, you can-”

“No,” she interrupted sharply. “You don’t get to do this!”

“Do what?” he asked genuinely confused, and inviting a real conversation with her for the first time.

“You don’t get to pretend like everything’s okay between us when it’s not. I’ve had it with you and your false niceties,” Kara stated. “We are not friends, Mon-El.”

He couldn’t help but wince at the truth of that statement. They weren’t just friends. They were so much more. They were soulmates.

“What do you want from me, Kara?” Mon-El whispered so softly, she might not have even heard it if it weren’t for her super-hearing.

Now that Kara was given the opportunity to confront him, she didn’t know that to say. ‘What did she want, exactly?’ But of course her Kryptonian pride would never let her admit she didn’t know the answer to that question. “You know what, Mon-El? Forget it!”

Something inside of him bristled at that. And before he knew what he was doing, his mouth was opening and uttering words he never wanted her to hear. “But that’s the problem! I can’t forget it!”

“What are you talking about?”Kara demanded.

Oh. He was going to regret this later.

“Do you think this was easy for me?” Mon-El said, his voice breaking with a vulnerability Kara hadn’t seen in a very long time. “Do you think it was fun for me getting trapped a thousand years into the future with no way to come back? Do you think I enjoyed knowing that everything I knew, everyone I knew was long gone by then? That you were long gone by then?”

Mon-El knows he’s about to reveal more that he should. That it’d be best if he kept his mouth shut. But he found the words just flowing out of his mouth. “I see the way you look at me, the way everyone looks at me. They all hate me,” he scoffs and then proceeds, “… which I guess shouldn’t be surprising since their loyalty was always towards you. I was just collateral damage.”

“Mon-El, that’s not true,” Kara tried to dissuade him, to no avail.

“Tell me Alex doesn’t wanna murder me every time she sees me or that Winn doesn’t feel guilty every time he talks to me. Tell me you are not judging me right now, because of what I did,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “All I did was to move on with my life, just like you would’ve wanted. I had to keep my promise to you, to be the man you believed I could be. I remember back in our adjoining cells at Cadmus, you’d told me you wanted Alex to keep living her life if something happened to you; so why when I do it is suddenly so wrong?”

Kara knew he was right. She was hurt because of his actions, but the truth was he’d done nothing wrong. She would’ve done the same thing if it had been her in his position. She would’ve kept on going, kept on living.

Her silence was answer enough. Qui tacet consentire videtur.

He said too much. Enough. He had to stop. Where was Imra when he needed her? Grife! He was in danger of telling Kara everything, he couldn’t allow that. He had to-

He couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Seven years… seven years, Kara,” he uttered as if in excruciating pain. “I lived seven years in a world where I couldn’t afford the luxury of mourning. I had to keep fighting, and I did so, for you. I couldn’t allow myself to grief; I had to help keep the world spinning,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I- I’m sorry, I truly am, because you have to believe the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. But don’t you dare judge me, Kara… Not when you have no idea what I went through. Not when you would’ve done the same.”

***

I don’t know your thoughts these days We’re strangers in an empty space I don’t understand your heart It’s easier to be apart

“You’re right,” Kara admitted. “And yes, I would’ve done the same. I’m sorry that I’ve been so angry. I- I wasn’t angry with you, per se… I was angry and sad, but mostly angry at the whole situation, not you. It just- it’s not fair!”

“I stopped believing in fairness a long time ago,” Mon-El confessed with a far-away look in his steely blue eyes.

Something in his eyes made her soften towards him. Maybe friends was a bit too much to ask for, but perhaps they could find a way to work together again, like they used to. To be partners.

However, she needed to be able to trust her partner, and she couldn’t trust someone she didn’t know. And she most definitely didn’t know this new and improved version of Mon-El.

But she wanted to.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Kara whispered dejectedly, her baby blue eyes shining with undeniable sadness, and breaking the last piece of his heart that had remained intact up until that moment.

Mon-El of Daxam had been through his fair share of tragedies throughout his life.

The destruction of his home planet. Being stranded in a foreign world. Having to learn a whole new way of life. Falling in love, ending up losing said love.

Only to have to go through it all again the moment he got into that pod.

He had to lose her again.

It was different that time though. There was nothing that could quite compare to losing her to death.

The first time around –when he was sent away– he’d been comforted by the thought that back in her time she was alive and safe. That she was happy. That she was living.

Knowing the love of your life dies a terrible painful death when there’s nothing you can do about it… that was another thing entirely.

That kind of pain was indescribable.

He knew what it felt like to lose her. He’d done it over and over again. And he couldn’t do it again.

He couldn’t lose her this time, so… if having her hate him was what it took to save her, he’d take her hatred gladly over the alternative.

That alternative was unthinkable. He just couldn’t go through it all again. He couldn’t shed another tear for her –he’d cried them all. He didn’t think he had the strength to get back up this time.

He was broken.

“That’s because you don’t,” Mon-El answered her mournfully. “I’m not the same man you sent off in that pod, Kara… You don’t- you wouldn’t understand.”

“Then, tell me…” Kara said. “Make me understand. Let me get to know you, this new you.”

Mon-El felt his perfectly constructed walls begin to crumble. “I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t think you’d like him,” Mon-El replied in defeat. “If you knew, Kara. If you knew the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done. If you knew the man I’ve become…”

Hardened. Cold. Calculating.

Not like clueless lost puppy he’d once been.

Kara could see the pain in his eyes. She might not know this version of Mon-El, but deep down he was still her Mon-El. He was still the man she loved. And nothing could change that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“What happened?” Kara asked gently. “What happened that made you so scared?”

Mon-El thought of disregarding her question, he thought of deflecting the subject. But there was a part of him, the small part where the remnants of the old Mon-El still resided, that was just so tired. He didn’t want to push Kara away anymore. He didn’t want to fight her off another minute. He didn’t want to keep her at arm’s length any minute longer. He didn’t want to lie to her anymore.

He just wanted her.

She had said that the truth never hurt as much as secrets. But he wasn’t so sure.

He was convinced nothing could ever hurt him as much as this truth.

“You died,” Mon-El finally admitted. “Monday, June 18, 2018. Supergirl fights her final battle and is defeated by Reign. The world loses its last hope and it falls into an apocalyptic reign of terror. That’s what happened… you died–

“And I died with you.”

***

We might as well be strangers in another town We might as well be living in a another time We might as well… We might as well… We might as well be strangers Be strangers…

All the blockers Imra had placed inside his mind dissolved at those words. At the truth.

Without noticing, he was spilling every single thought he’d had for the past seven years –well, the seven years he was awake. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He felt like the weight of the worlds was finally being lifted off his shoulders.

He hadn’t felt as liberated as he did at that moment for what seemed like an eternity. And he guessed that might be so, twelve thousand years in stasis could be considered an eternity.

“So, you aren’t married to Imra, then?” Kara quizzically asked. Mon-El had to smile at that, out of all the information he’d just provided, including a highly trained team of alien superheroes and a battle that is destined to end in her demise, that tiny piece of information is what she chose to focus on.

“No, it was my ill-conceived plan to keep you away from me,” Mon-El explained half relieved and half ashamed. He felt the relief at admitting the truth to Kara, after everything his lie put them through. But also, he felt the shame at having lied to her in the first place, he knew Kara would never forgive his dishonesty. Either way, he knew he was going to lose her. And he could live with that, as long as she was safe.

“I once said I owed you a lot, but that most of all I owed you the truth. And the truth is… I wanted you to hate me. If you hated me, you wouldn’t ask too many questions –questions that would jeopardize my entire mission. I thought if you hated me… it wouldn’t hurt as much,” Mon-El added with a resigned look and his head hanging down, “I really should’ve known better, though… I can never hide the truth from you for too long.”

Kara gave him a small smile in return. “Yeah, you really should’ve known better,” she said and trapped her lips between her teeth. “Because no matter what… I could never hate you, Mon-El.”

A warmth akin to hope started to bloom in the Daxamite’s chest. Maybe –just maybe– they could do it. They could work things out. They could work together to save Kara. Maybe this change of plans wouldn’t be fatal. Maybe he didn’t have to do it alone. Maybe he didn’t have to lose her in the end.

Maybe they could have it all.

“Kara, I- I know I screwed up royally,” he apologized with heartfelt sentiment. “And I know things are not okay between us right now, that there’s a lot I need to make up for, but… do you think maybe we could at least work together again? You know, partners in crime, like old times, trying to keep the world spinning?”

“Partners?” Kara thought aloud. The word had a nice ring to it. She had never found someone to consider her equal before, until Mon-El. And he was right, their relationship was strained at the moment, but maybe they could start over.

And ‘partners’ was a good place to start.

“I’d like that,” she said, her blue eyes shining brightly with newfound hope –just like his were. “I’d like that very much.”

Things might not be okay between them right now, but Kara had a feeling they would be so. Soon.

“I promise you something, though,” Mon-El stated, that unfamiliar serious gaze adorning his features once again. “I will save you, Kara. No matter the cost, I will help you defeat Reign. I will keep you safe.”

Kara was taken aback for a second at the sheer willfulness of his declaration. She could see he meant every word. That he would anything to save her, without consideration to what the consequences may be.

A part of her was scared, another was touched.

Instead of questioning his reasoning, she decided to trust him. She had to trust him if they were going to accomplish this. So, she put all her faith on the man standing in front of her.

The echo of some words spoken in the past like a promise were loudly resonating in her mind: ‘As long as you’re safe.’

Only now was she beginning to comprehend the depth of their meaning.

Mon-El was keeping his promise to her.

But he couldn’t do it on his own.

“El mayarah,” the Kryptonian uttered her family motto. Stronger together. Never had those words felt so fitting like they did then.

She and Mon-El were stronger together.

“El mayarah,” the Daxamite repeated the phrase with a slightly different pronunciation. Sister planets had sister words. Different sound, same meaning. No longer strangers, but familiar to each other.

They were partners. Again –and for the first time.

And together they were going to defeat Reign.

Together, they were going to save the world.

For all I know of you now For all I know of you now For all I know of you now For all I know…

***

Somewhere hidden in the DEO, a Saturnian telepath was listening to that last part of their conversation and smiled a smug grin.

“See?” she said to the fellow Coluan alien standing next to her.

“I fail to comprehend your meaning. What do I see?” Brainy asked of his comrade. Irma rolled her eyes.

“I told you we needed to get them into a room together, just the two of them,” Imra explained enthusiastically. “I knew Boss would spill all the beans as soon as he was left alone with her.”

“You do realize you have just disobeyed a direct order from our leader,” he said disapprovingly. His twelfth-level intelligence didn’t allow for insubordination. “He will be angry at you.”

“Perhaps,” she shrugged her shoulders. “But it won’t last long. He’ll forgive me.”

“Only because you are his second in command,” Querl curtly replied. “If I were him, I’d trial you for treason.”

“Oh, Brainy! Don’t be so overdramatic!” Imra gave him her biggest grin. “It’ll all work out, I bet’cha. We’ll save Supergirl. And we’ll save the future.”

“I sure hope you are correct in your estimation.”

Failure was not an option.

Their mission was firmly imprinted in their brains–

Save Supergirl.

Save the world.

finis.

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