Note: So, I've had the rough ideas for this honestly huge multi-part series in my head for years now, and with the announcement that Season 3 is happening (WHOOOOOOOOO!), I realize I need to get at least some of this out there before Season 3 releases and turns all of my ideas into even more egregious, fan-wankery nonsense than it already is. This is also a great way to get myself back into the fanfic mindset that I've been out of for nearly a year now (thanks to school and job searching). This first major arc involves… well, you'll see.

I do not own Young Justice, or any characters therein. Please review, comment, or criticize constructively. Most of all, enjoy.

The Last Daughter

Chapter 1

Arrival

"I'm just saying, I can think of better uses for our time than monitor duty." Jaime bemoaned, turning from the long-range scanners and sending his chair spinning with a firm push to the console.

"Hey, someone's gotta watch the sky. And, to be honest, I kinda appreciate the chance to slow down, kick back, and relax a bit." Bart replied, leaning back and setting his feet on the edge of his end of the station. Jaime paused at that, and just had to sit there in shock.

"You DO realize the irony of you, of all people, saying that, right? Just want to be sure you know how ridiculous that sounds coming out of your mouth." Jaime snorted out.

"Shut up." Bart called back to him, wadding up a piece of paper and tossing it over his shoulder in Jaime's general direction. A few seconds later, the ball smacked against the top of Bart's head, draped as it was over the edge of his seat.

In less than a second, Bart had Jaime's chair turned around, both hands gripping his sneakers, a devilish grin on his face.

"Don't you even-" Jaime was cut off as Bart ran a circle around and with him before letting go, leaving his chair whirling at speeds he was surprised weren't breaking the whole thing outright. Suddenly, he stopped, and fell completely out of the chair, the room still spinning and his stomach angrily festering. "Dude, what the-"

"Uhhh…" Bart simply pointed, and Jaime looked to see what was clearly some sort of object barreling into Earth's atmosphere. Now that he could hear beyond the rushing wind, he could hear the alarms ringing in the room.

"That's not good," Jaime thought out loud, carefully getting to his feet and nearly falling over; the floor still looked like it was in five different positions. "That's not good at all."

"Look at it this way," Bart offered weakly, "We're probably never going to get stuck with monitor duty again."

"You kids do this sorta thing often?" The cop asked, keeping her gaze fixed mostly on the spaceship that had crashed on the outskirts of Metropolis. A perimeter had gone up within the hour, and the arrival of the juniors of the Justice League, while not entirely expected, was also appreciated.

"Not as often as you'd think, but a lot of us weren't on-mission." Conner admitted. "There's also the fact that some of us," He directed a glare in Bart and Jaime's direction, "Missed this coming in from orbit. Our mess, our responsibility to clean it up."

"Movement." Aqualad cut in, pointing at the object that had buried itself in the highway leading into the downtown area. Conner could see metal shifting and sliding, and thought for just a second that he saw what looked like the Superman symbol before a top section of the object slid off to one side. A very human-looking hand reached up from within. And a very human-looking girl, clad in some sort of body-covering suit, clambered over the side of what Conner was now realizing was a space ship. She dropped roughly to the ground, and started coughing, hacking out some foul-looking goo as mist rose from the interior of the craft.

The Team slid under the barriers and approached cautiously. The girl didn't appear to be a threat. She barely looked older than Conner. And the more cognizant she seemed to grow, the more terrified she seemed to get. Conner's hearing was better than what he understood the human average to be, thanks to his Kryptonian DNA, and he could hear her whispering and whimpering furiously, frightened. Everyone else could see her waving her hands in front of her, then reaching quickly to clasp her hands around her ears, as though there were terrible noises only she could hear.

"Excuse me," Aqualad called, putting on his Leader Voice, as Bart had termed it. "We ask that you identify yourself. If your intentions are-" He stopped short as the girl turned to them, a look of confusion and horror on her face. She kept waving her hands in front of her face again and again, screwing her eyes shut between each attempt. What she was trying to accomplish or convey could only be guessed at. Conner could better understand her muttering now that they were closer, and as far as he could tell, she wasn't speaking any language even remotely close to any on Earth.

Finally, she opened her eyes again, and it was immediately clear from her expression that something had changed. Her gaze then locked straight onto Conner.

"Kal?" She called out, questioningly.

"I understand you must be confused, but I must-" Aqualad tried to resume his 'welcome-to-Earth-unless-you're-here-to-cause-trouble' speech.

"Kal." The girl called more insistently, pointing towards Conner and continuing to speak in the language no one there could place. Suddenly, it hit Conner like Blockbuster, and he took a moment to check, just to make sure. He was wearing his classic shirt. The one with the Superman logo on the front. "Kal-El," The girl called again, desperation seeping in to the rest of her words, before she cried out in pain and dropped to her knees, screwing her eyes shut and grasping at them. Conner started forward, brushing past Kal'dur. He reached, slowly.

The girl raised her head again, and it seemed as though she forced her eyes open to lessen whatever pain was building in her. Conner got a second to see the bright glow building in her irises, and to recognize that he was about to be very sore. Bright blue beams shot from the girl's eyes and hit Conner square in the chest, and he could hear her scream in fear over the sound of the eyebeams superheating the air around them and everyone else start to leap to action. Then his ability to focus on sound was lost and he was lifted clean off his feet and blasted through the barricades, and what felt like at least one police car. He rose unsteadily to his feet and saw the girl backhand Wonder Girl straight across the road, her eyes tightly shut. He saw the cops open fire, and if he focused, drawing on his Kryptonian aptitude, he could just manage to make out the bullets folding themselves into disks against her. Kal'dur came in from behind with water maces at the ready, and the girl seemed to try to leap backwards, clearly able to hear or feel him coming. Only she shot straight off the ground and into the sky, and Conner could hear her screaming in fear again.

His hearing still focused on the girl, he could only imagine that Kal'dur was getting the Team ready to pursue with force.

"Kal'dur, stop!" He yelled, going with his hunch. "We need…" He stopped with a pained groan, dropping to one knee. He'd taken lasers before, and Kal had even nailed him with heat vision once or twice in training, but nothing on this scale had hit him so hard before. He could see his skin was developing into a burn scar on his chest. "We need to contact Superman." Conner growled out, forcing himself to his feet again.

"Come on, we can handle-" Bart started to say.

"Listen to me." Conner demanded angrily, and everyone, even the cops who were scrambling on radios and into squad cars, stopped at his tone. "She thought I was Superman. She called me by his name."

She thought she'd gotten a handle on whatever was happening with her vision. She could see, in ways she'd never thought would be possible. She could see waves of radiation pouring onto the planet from space; she could see through her own hands, to the muscles and bones and nerves beneath her skin. Then her head and eyes had burned, and she shot Kal with lazers from her eyes, knocked a girl for dozens of feet like it was nothing, and now…

She was practically soaring through the air. In the middle of what was clearly a city, and she was desperately trying not to hit anything. Her success at that was up for debate. She'd clipped the side of a building as she tried frantically to slow down, to set herself back on the ground, and had torn away the face of it. She thought she'd be in agony after such a crash, and that she'd at least be forced down. But she barely felt the impact, and her movement was barely slowed. So she kept trying to keep herself centered and away from the buildings, that she could now see into because she wasn't focusing on that anymore, that she could see were filled with people.

She carried on like that, trying to make sure she could actually see what she didn't want to hit, and not hit anything, before she could feel herself slowing, and dropping. Instinct took over, and she tucked into the fall, while trying to aim herself in the middle of what were clearly roadways, full of people. She felt her body smash into the ground and keep moving, tunneling through and slamming into water, and carrying through that into deeper ground. Water started pouring into the hole she'd inadvertently burrowed. Foul water that almost swept her away. She clawed for purchase with her hands and feet in the hole, and decided she had to risk it.

She jumped again.

She tore through the earth as easily as she was coming to expect she could, though she had no idea why. She rushed through earth and water and what she assumed was a sort of stonework, and found herself almost flying again. Only worse this time. Because her lazer-eyes had come back.

She'd felt it building in the back of her eyes as she ascended to the crest of her jump, but she couldn't do anything to stop it. Blue, almost white-hot beams leapt from her eyes, and she just barely managed to get her hands in front of her eyes to block to beams. They burned to touch, but she couldn't risk wildly firing blindly, literally, into a city full of people. She only had to hold them long enough to… She screwed her eyelids shut, and dropped her hands, feeling herself descend again. She hadn't jumped nearly as hard as the first time, and she hoped to angle herself better on the next landing.

She was sure she… bounced. It was the only word she could come up with for how it felt. But she hadn't drilled a hole, so she was considering that progress. Now for her eyes. She focused, like before, on stopping. She felt the heat drain away to the backs of her eye sockets, then bleed away into her head entirely. She carefully opened her eyes. And found herself staring a giant golden statue, set in front of a great fountain. The details of the statue; the suit, the cape, and most of all, the symbol emblazoned on its chest.

There was no other option. That was what her eyes were telling her. But everything she knew, told her this couldn't be possible. There was no way he could be…

She felt the ground shake, and turned fearfully. The boy, who looked so much like Kal, who even wore the House's symbol, though on clothes she'd never seen the like of before.

"Is that…" She started, but almost didn't want to finish. If so much was already so wrong, did she want to know more? "Is that Kal-El?" She asked, pointing to the statue. The boy looked confused, clearly not understanding her. Then, his expression shifted, to love and hope and reassurance. He pointed above her head.

She turned, and saw a man descending from the sky. Clad in red and blue, a cape flowing behind him, the symbol of El stamped in gold.

"Kal?" She whispered to herself, her disbelief only growing. The man, already looking concerned, grew obviously moreso, and hastened his descent. He landed right in front of her, and reached out to clasp a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Yes." He responded, in perfect Kryptonian.

So, meet Supergirl, everybody. The key point of this was to drive home the fact that Kara was absolutely NOT expecting to have superpowers when she landed on Earth, and the whole conflict of this chapter, that'll probably also dog her in the early goings in her interactions with Earth as a whole, is her having trouble adjusting to all the powers Kryptonians have under a yellow sun. I'd like to think that Kryptonians were always aware of what they used to be physically capable of, but anyone living on Krypton proper (which was all of the Kryptonians by Supergirl's generation, and a few before that) wouldn't have had powers for centuries at least because of the aging of Krypton's sun. And, obviously, suddenly having uncontrollable X-Ray vision and super strength/invulnerability and heat vision is going to freak a mid-teens person out (Superman has always gotten his powers back within minutes of going from red sun to yellow sun, which is technically exactly what's happened to Kara here, going from Krypton's sun to Earth's). The exact reasons for Kara's confusion as to who Superman is, and who she thinks he's supposed to be, are going to be covered in the next chapter or two, as everyone learns about her, and she learns about everyone and everything.