Hey There, Welcome to my Supergirl fanfiction, I began as part of Aprils Nano camp and easily completed my word count goal but not the story I wanted to tell! So for some motivation I'm going to stat posting up early chapters to see if anyone has any interest in the story, as you might have guessed from the summary this story is AU the main early AU part not included in the plot is Kara is adopted at 7 not 13. Anyway enough of my rambles, enjoy.

Chapter One

Hank Henshaw was dead and I owed one Jeramiah Danvers a great debt..

That much I was certain of.

What I am uncertain of is everything else. After Jeremiah was hurt trying to save me all I wanted to do was to help him survive, to get back to his own daughters that truly needed him, I didn't really think it all through for the first time since I lost my own family.

I flew him far and fast to the nearest hospital that I could remember passing a few days ago. He made it there and he was still breathing they rushed him off goodness knows where I never payed much attention to human medicine. One white coated woman did grab my arm and say it did look promising. That is a human phrase I understand to be positive so I have hope.

Coming back to my uncertainty. How on earth am I going to explain this as Hank Henshaw the human who very much can't fly to the rest of the humans? Who no doubt will have many questions as to how we managed to get to the hospital from the middle of the jungle, I think it's well over 100 maybe even 300 miles… I just flew fast using my telekinesis it's a wonder Jeremiah didn't freeze thinking about it. Maybe I should run and hide again although the death of Hank Henshaw has led to the perfect cover to fall at my feet... what if the rest of that alien hunting team find his body.. I should definitely run now while there is a window of opportunity.

But still I don't run, I continue to sit in the waiting room of ICU after being guided there after I had to leave the ER… Humans do love their acronyms.

Now I have time to think about it it is lucky none of them wondered how I got Jeremiah here without an automobile of some kind… I think it helps I am not too great with this regional language, or at least Hank Henshaw isn't. There's so many holes in hiding in this form that are getting wider by the second.

Quite lucky I had the opportunity to read his mind and thoughts on many occasions in his tracking off me. No I need to stop talking myself into this I can't stay as Hank Hen-

"Mr Henshaw?" A voice cut through his inner monologue and he directed his attention to the hospital worker in front of him who had walked through the door without him noticing.

"Yes? He looked up acknowledging himself as Hank Henshaw for the first time of many.

"Mr Danvers is awake and is asking for you" she turned back to exit the door and J'onn only just caught that he ought to follow her as her doctor's coat whisked out of sight behind the closing door.

Speeding up he then walked slowly behind her along corridors and through doors upon doors. The hospital worker… probably a doctor thankfully didn't seem interested in polite conversation and in what felt like an age in walking she stopped at a door and nodded for him to enter before leaving back the way they had walked.

J'onn took a breath then opened the door, the light was low in the room but it was still easy to see with his vision and senses and his eyes sought Jeremiah who was lying prone on the bed. As he heard J'onn step into the room he opened his eyes and automatically made to sit up in the bed before hissing in pain and lying back down.

"I forgot for a second you are not Hank" he chuckled lightly, then looked straight at J'onn all smiles gone, "Thank you J'onn J'onzz" J'onn shifted awkwardly in Hanks shape and became J'onn J'onzz again, "Thank you Jeremiah Danvers"

They both paused awkwardly not sure what to say before Jeremiah began to talk, "They tried to contact my family to tell them I had been injured but they couldn't get through… I'm not sure if I should be relieved or not"

J'onn actively tried to stop his automatic response to read thoughts to discover why but he already had, "Your daughters don't know"

Jeremiah looked at him slowly, "Yeah.. So you can really read my mind"

"I'm sorry" J'onn apologized, "It has become second nature to me, I will try to avoid doing so in the future"

Jeremiah shook his head "No don't apologize it's your way"

There was more silence between them before Jeremiah's curious side kicked in, wanting a distraction from the pain he was in, "You know you should probably stick to being Hank for now just in case anyone walks in"

J'onn nodded and shifted back into Hank's form as Jeremiah spoke again, "You know are you planning to stay in that form? I was thinking you know the DEO could use a new leader, someone who understands not every alien is here to destroy us and who better to catch the ones that do than an alien?" He stopped to take a relaxing breath but he was on a roll "You know I only joined because of you... well Hank sorry it's hard when you have his face he.. wanted to research Kara - my adopted daughter and I didn't want the DEO anywhere near her...but with you I think it could be something to be proud of"

Jeremiah took a deep breath and smiled not giving J'onn a chance to respond he started to talk again , "Gee look at me getting all deep after a life threatening wound, have I said thank you already? Though I have no idea how we got all the way out here - can you teleport?"

J'onn smiled awkwardly in Hanks form, J'onn could easily see that expression barley being on the original Hank Henshaw's face, "No but I can fly rather fast using my telekinesis"

There was another pause while Jeremiah sucked in a breath in a little bit of awe, "So you going to continue being Hank, make the DEO something to be proud of?"

J'onn paused and then spoke, "Only if I have your help, I can't imagine a complete reform of the DEO being easy alone"

J'onn wasn't going to lie staying in this high profile form is a giant risk, but with an ally as kind hearted and knowledgeable as Jeremiah, it could work. J'onn didn't need to look into his mind he could just see it in his eyes.

Jeremiah's face broke out into a grin, "Hoping you would say that… boss" he added but then his grin faltered as pain crossed his face.

"You should rest" J'onn stated in a tone that was not taking any arguments, "I will… " he trailed off unsure what on earth he should do.

"You should probably get on the radio and let the rest of the team know what happened, tell them where we are and… you escaped by teleporting us here" Jeremiah said, looking surprised at himself as to the explanation, "These painkillers are very good for the creativity" he commented before yawning widely.

"Thank you" J'onn said before starting to back out the room Jeramiah just grunted before leaning back into his pillow.

J'onn looked down at the radio on his belt, a fake imitation of the one Hank had been wearing which would definitely not be working. Looking across the room he spotted Jeremiah's radio on a pile of his belongings haphazardly placed into a box he stepped across to retrieve it and as he moved it the photo of his two daughters fell onto the floor.

He bent to pick up the photo and looked at it again, refreshing the memory of the thoughts he had seen in Jeremiah's mind as he talked about them - a birthday party and Kara blowing the cake clean off the table and splattering into the wall opposite, Alex's science experiment where he and his wife were called into the school after the volcano that was only supposed to fizz a little caused a school evacuation and a weeks exclusion from school. For which the Danvers had celebrated with their child for figuring out the chemical composition correctly and decided to take a few days off work to spend with their daughters.

J'onn placed the photo back on top of Jeremiah's belongings and made his exit before calling 'his' team.

He had to start thinking like that, he was Hank Henshaw from now on until such a time as it was safe to be who he was.

The young Danvers were never told about Jeremiah's accident or near death experience. Jeremiah's wife was told of course as his recuperation before he could safely fly was longer than the mission was meant to be. She wanted to fly out to see him but couldn't leave the two girls so when the two were finally reunited it was bittersweet. J'onn felt he was intruding on something incredibly private.

He was introduced to Eliza Danvers as the martian who had saved her husband's life, there was no need for deception toward her she was grateful to him as well as curious. Firing question after question toward him about his various abilities.

As such as they began working back full time at the DEO, J'onn had also told the rest that he was also injured providing a reason for him to remain with Jeremiah to find out what he could about the original Hank Henshaw so as not to reveal himself instantly. Being injured also helped or so Jeremiah kept saying. Staying away longer helped people forget the original Hank from noticing the instant differences and the 'injuries' could help explain the fact Hank didn't walk the same. J'onn didn't quite believe that humans had the ability to perceive such small differences but Jeremiah insisted that long as they covered every angle there would be no gaps and no reasons for suspicion at all.

It has been six months now since the incident and no not a whisper about Hank being an imposter, everyone noticed he was a little less tough but that was nothing to complain about infact it was a cause for celebration among the lower ranking officers at the DEO. Who the original Hank often used to pick on to do the worst jobs around the base.

Hank was also now a regular over for dinner at the Danvers household and as such he was also getting to know Eliza and the girls a lot better. Neither of the girls knew he was a DEO agent no mind a martian but they knew he was someone to be trusted from their father's work. Kara was wary at first but was now happily speeding into dinner at high speeds so she could stay in her room and play for longer before being required at the table. Alex often watching on or nearly getting knocked over on the stairs often resulting in spats between the sisters, and once a food fight that was hastily stopped by Eliza before they had to replace another window.

They also called him 'John' when he was at the house as was ironically the real Hank Henshaw's middle name, J'onn was happy. For the first time he could remember. He had a place to call his own and a family of sorts. He was slowly turning Hanks place into something of his own space, Hank Henshaw didn't have any family members, no one really to miss him if the truth of his death had even been revealed. J'onn had even discovered and what friends the original Hank did seem to have were all kept at arms length anyway what with his secret career at the DEO. J'onn really did fit in surprisingly well as Hank.

All was well on Earth…. For the moment.