Notes: This happens during Season 2 between episodes 18 (Ace Reporter) and 19 (Alex)
Chapter 1
Mxyzptlk looked through the transparent orb in front of him. With the twirl of his hand, a swirl of white smoke filled the vacuum within and slowly, but surely, an image conjured on its circumference, causing him to narrow his eyes in disgust.
A young couple were snuggling comfortably and lovingly on a couch with a blanket draped over them, watching a mindless show and grinning happily. Oh what he wouldn't give to end his banishment from that primitive four dimensional universe and get his hands on the mightiest woman he had ever encountered and make her his wife. Kara Zor-El. The only female worthy enough to be his mate. If only he could somehow eliminate that jokester Daxamite who had claimed her heart, maybe he could have another chance at wooing her.
A mischievous smile slipped onto his crooked face and the tips of his fingers on each hand fluidly tapped against their parallels on the other hand.
He may not be able to travel physically to earth anymore, but he still had his powers.
"I'll show, when you out trick Mxy, things start getting Nasty!"
Mon-El yawned widely as he walked out of the Alien bar. He had just finished his late night shift and couldn't wait to get back home to Kara and relax. The moment he stepped into the street though, pouring rain greeted him.
"Grife…" Mon-El muttered tiredly. He didn't even have an umbrella.
He had two options. Walking as fast as it was considered humanly normal to the bus stop or run with super speed all the way and risk getting caught on a camera and never hear the end of it from J'onn and Kara. Oh wait, he had seen this video on youtube. It didn't matter if you walked or run in this rain, either way he was going to get very wet.
Mon-El sighed as he secured his phone from getting damped by putting it in the inner pocket of his jacket and used a piece of ripped carton from the dumpster as a makeshift umbrella.
He crossed the street and gave the thick clouds over the National City an angry glare, blinking rapidly from behind his Mike Matthews glasses that were already glossy with rain drops. He hoped Kara wasn't flying now. She wasn't particularly fond of this weather either. On the sidewalk no one was standing and all were rather running to get to their desired destinations faster. Everyone, except an old lady with a crouched back who seemed to be having difficulty navigating with the big heavy purple bag she was carrying in one hand and the cane in her other. She didn't have any umbrellas either.
Mon-El didn't think twice as he jogged to catch up with her.
"Do you need any help ma'am?" Mon-El used his piece of, now almost crumbled, carton to shield the poor woman from the merciless drops of cold water.
The elderly women looked at Mon-El with amazement as if she didn't expect anyone to offer her help.
"Oh, how kind of you son!"
She gave Mon-El a sweet toothless smile which caused her aged skin wrinkle further. You could say it wasn't pretty, but it wasn't right to think that way.
"No problem at all."
Mon-El returned the smile and took the giant bag from her to free her from the excess weight. Even without the bag, their progress was hopelessly slow and Mon-El could feel he was already completely soaked through his underwear. For a fleeting moment he wished Supergirl were there so she could fly the old lady to wherever she wanted in blink of an eye, but no, this was his responsibility now, therefore he tried to be more patient.
After what felt an eternity, they made it to the nearest shelter, the bus stop, and Mon-El threw away the destroyed carton as soon as they found a roof over their heads. He then shook his head to get rid of the water cascading from his hair.
"Would you like me to call you a taxi ma'am?" Mon-El politely suggested as he put the bag next to the seat where the woman was sitting now, massaging her weary slender legs.
"No need darling." Another unattractive grin came his way, this time accompanied by a creepy laugh.
Mon-El nervously smiled. There was something in her tone that was disturbingly familiar. Yet he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Ok then, I can stay with you until the bus arrives."
Mon-El shuffled a bit in the small space and an awkward silence ensued filled only by the sound of cars roaring in the drizzle and pitter-patter of rain. He decided to fix his eyes on the street searching for any signs from the bus.
"Darling, I want to give you this as a thank you."
Mon-El turned and saw the old lady standing very close to him, making him stumble backwards. He then noticed she was holding her hand out to him with her palm facing upwards. It was shimmering. Mon-El had to blink a few times until realized it was a magnificent silver necklace with a huge violet gemstone glowing in the center of it.
Mon-El instantly brought his hands up in refusal. "Oh no, I can't really –"
"Nonsense! You can and you will."
"But ma'am this is too much!"
"I want you to have it. You're a good looking young man, I'm pretty sure you have a lady. Wouldn't you want to make her happy by a gift?" She winked at Mon-El, her toothless mouth jarring open and gave her a very unpleasant expression.
"But –"
The shriek of tires against the slippery asphalt announced the arrival of the bus. The second Mon-El turned his head to watch the bus, he felt the lady slid the necklace into his hand and when he turned back to object, she was simply gone like she never existed!
Even the heavy bag had disappeared. Mon-El looked at the lavish jewelry in his palm and had no idea what to do with it.
"Hey man, you coming or what?"
The voice of the bus driver snapping, drove Mon-El out of his trance and he jumped on the bus.
He finally got off the bus at the nearest stop close to Kara's loft, and started walking along the sidewalk. Fortunately the rain had stopped. He heard a car chasing down the empty street faster than it was necessary. Mon-El didn't bother, but as the car sped past him, it skidded through a giant puddle of water by the street and generated a huge wave that targeted Mon-El and only him.
For long seconds he stood there, dripping and completely taken a back. The pouring rain earlier was nothing compared to this.
Mon-El walked into the loft, leaving a mini puddle with every step.
"Mon-El?! Rao did you swim here?"
Kara greeted him, but stayed a feet from him with wide eyes.
"No, a car just gave me the shower I didn't ask for." He answered jokingly with a smirk and made a bee line to the bathroom.
"Please don't drip on the carpets!" Kara shouted after him.
Mon-El took off his clothes quickly. To his utter dismay, his phone wasn't working anymore. After another quick shower – though much warmer this time – it was already very late and the couple went to bed shortly, with Mon-El burying his face into the back of Kara's shoulder after putting a sweet kiss there and taking the role of the big spoon.
The next day started like any other week day. Kara went into Catco early after a city patrol and he had some hours free before heading to the Alien bar.
Mon-El checked the fridge. They were running out of some stuff and he was also planning on making a new recipe he'd found in the cooking book. Hence he decided to do groceries.
The moment he set foot on the sidewalk a man in a suits bumped into him.
"OH! Crap! I'm so sorry man!"
The man started apologizing profusely and only then Mon-El noticed the front of his newly washed and ironed blue flannel was stained by a huge brown splotch and the go-to coffee cup in the man's grasp was spilled and dripping on the ground.
Mon-El sighed and shook his head. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"I'm so sorry man, I was on the phone and didn't see you there." To prove his point, Mon-El heard a little voice talking from the phone in the man's hand indicating, someone was still on the line.
After ensuring the man that it was just an accident and he didn't hold it against him, Mon-El had to get back in the house and pick a new shirt. Then he managed to get himself to the supermarket without interruptions.
In the evening he was busy tending to the customers in the bar and chatting with Winn in between. It was always great to have friends over to talk to while working. It turned even better when Kara would come over after work or superheroing. Sometimes like that night she would even stay a bit late until his shift was over so they could return home together.
They walked hand in hand in a slow pace, enjoying the comfortable quite between them. To Mon-El that showed just how much they loved each other. Simply being there was enough. No words or anything else was needed to fill it.
There was one exception though, and that was food.
"Hey, do you like some ice cream?" Mon-El grinned at how his rhetorical question elicited a light gasp and a gleaming face.
"Strawberry!"
"I know babe." Mon-El pecked her warm cheek. "Just wait here, I'll be right back." He pointed at the nearest bench and then headed for the ice cream parlor which he had spotted earlier and started all this.
Mon-El came out of the shop triumphantly with two delicious looking waffle cones, over loaded with their desired flavor scopes. Hers strawberry and his chocolate.
He was half way back to Kara and she saw him coming from her place on the bench, giving him her brightest smile. Mon-El returned the smile, but then heard the wheezing sound seconds prior it hit him from above.
Even though he didn't even feel any physical pain thanks to his impenetrable alien skin, Mon-El was still stunned and even a bit scared. Only when he heard Kara calling after him with apprehension in her voice, he came back to the moment and realized he was lying in the middle of what seemed to be broken wooden boards and thin wires. What was this?!
"Mon-El?! Are you okay?" Kara's worried face appeared over him, her eyes shining like comets from behind her frames. She moved away the pieces quickly and freed him.
"Yeah, I think so." He grabbed the hand Kara was offering and scrambled back to his feet. Not a scratch on him, but his Mike Matthews glasses was broken in Kara's hand.
For a moment they both stood dumbfounded next to that pile of mess.
"Ehm, Kara, what was that?"
Kara stared at him with wide eyes and a doubtful expression, as if she wasn't sure even her excelled vision had shown her the right thing.
"It was a Piano."
Mon-El's eye brows shot up. "I'm sorry, did you say a Piano?!"
"Yeah, like a ten feet Grand piano." The look of shock was still on her face.
"And how did it fall on me?"
Kara looked up and squinted at the top stories of the building they were standing in front of. He looked too, but didn't see anything.
"Sometimes when they want to transport big furniture like Pianos, it's easier to move them down with a pulling system." Kara explained patiently. Mon-El had no idea what a pulling system was, but he knew it wasn't a good idea to stand there anymore. What if there were more pianos coming down?
He tugged at her sleeve, urging her to move. "Come on, let's go home." Kara followed him suit. For some reason neither were in the mood for ice cream anymore.
"Mon-El? Buddy we need you on a mission."
Mon-El looked over the staircase and saw Winn's head peeking through the door. He was in the training room warming up for a training session Kara had promised they would finally have that afternoon.
"Coming!" He shouted in excitement. A real mission was far better than training with fake cardboard citizens and J'onn.
In the control room they went over the details of the mission to trap the rogue oversized alien with acidic saliva in a warehouse outside National City. They were two teams. Supergirl and Mon-El (or as he preferred to call himself, the other superman in training) and a group of three agents. The other, two agents with Alex as their leading commander. To Mon-El, this was unnecessary. He trusted that with only Kara they could handle one random alien just fine. But orders were orders and in one hour they were taking their positions around the location, entering the warehouse from different sides. Kara and him from north and Alex's team from south.
Proceeding cautiously, Mon-El shadowed Kara into the old building. At the motion of her hand, he got his que and climbed the rickety stairs to get to the narrow passage that went around the warehouse. The place was eerily quiet except for the sound of cooing from some pigeons that were flopping around occasionally. There was no sign from their target yet.
"I'm getting heat signature from the target behind the water tank on north west." Alex's voice filled his ear piece.
"Copy that." Mon-El heard Supergirl responding.
"There's a passage between the rows 12 and 13." Winn instructed without missing a beat.
"Mon-El –"Kara started, but he already knew what she was going to ask.
"I'm on it." He picked up his pace to get himself over the two rows Winn had mentioned.
The rusty iron railing and floor under him creaked with every step and he knew he had to keep it quiet, so he opted to walk on the tips of his toes. He was almost there.
He saw Supergirl's silhouette nearing the big oval tank where he finally spotted their alien of interest crouching beside it like a wounded animal, completely unaware of their presence. A foul smell filled the air.
Mon-El took one more step and then he felt the metallic flooring gave away and his foot touched the air instead.
Things happened too fast then that he had difficulty keeping up.
Instead of hitting the ground, Mon-El smashed right onto Kara and pinned her to the ground.
The alien growled in revolt, spitting his acidic saliva in their direction.
"MOVE!" Kara yelled at a very disoriented Mon-El and tried to push him away hurriedly.
The shot of acid missed them by an inch as Mon-El finally lurched away. The yellow alien stood in front of them a good eight feet tall. Kara charged, but the element of surprise was lost and the huge beast knew better than to engage with the girl of steel and turned to run, only to be faced with Alex and her cool alien gun. Her two other teammates weren't far behind.
"Surrender!" Her clear command echoed against the empty shelves.
Whether the alien understood English or was simply too thick to obey, he aimed for the gap between Mon-El and Alex and bolted like an angry bull. Alex's shots mostly missed him or merely grazed.
Since Mon-El was the closest one with super-speed, he sprang into motion and chased him down. He sensed Kara right behind him, getting ready to jump in the air in order to land in front of the alien and block his way.
He wasn't sure how he missed that big cable there stretched about a foot above the ground, in the narrow passage. Maybe it was the lack of any light in that dingy warehouse or maybe it wasn't his day.
He tripped over it head first and his legs swept Kara's in the process as she was about to leap, taking away her momentum. They rolled together as their previous high acceleration didn't allow them to come to a full stop immediately.
For a second time in span of a minute, the two aliens were once again tangled into each other's limbs and to make things worse, the cable had wound around them like a rope, restricting their arms and pressing their chests together.
In the meantime, their target fled the scene without anyone being able to stop him.
"MON-EL!" Kara bellowed in sheer annoyance, her face contorted in irritation. She wiggled a bit but then gave up and dropped her head onto his shoulder blade as they both panted.
Uh oh, he was in trouble.
After staying for what seemed like a whole hour at the DEO, listening to complains and lectures from Kara and J'onn, Mon-El finally stepped into the Alien bar for his late shift. At least he could spend some hours away from a fuming Kara. She would usually come down after a few hours. He knew she wouldn't stay mad at him for this that long. Not after they got through their break up. After she forgave him for lying to her, they'd bonded far deeper for it to break so easily.
Things didn't go as smoothly as he hoped that night either. When he went to fetch a glass for a customer, he somehow managed to cause a mini avalanche there that turned 10 glasses into shards and sharp tiny pieces. M'gann was furious.
This really wasn't his day.