AN: Usual disclaimers apply. Also, I didn't have anyone to proof this for me, so I am terribly sorry for any mistakes.

The story is a little bit of a slow burn, so I hope you like exploring charters and scenes in some detail.

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"I just can't decipher these!"

A half sleeping Alex was roused by her sister's frustrated outburst. Kara had been mulling over those manuscripts for days now, with no avail. It was a language she had never seen or heard of before, a fact that not only caused her much dissatisfaction, but also deeply disillusioned her. She's supposed to be the one who knew the most about the different people of this universe and yet this has so far evaded her.

A slight fussing sound came from across the room, and Alex let out a deep sigh. The child was awake again.

She got up slowly and looked in on him, in a little incubator. He looked human and small, with dark brown hair and grey eyes. He just looked up at Alex and settled, seemingly just looking for the indication that he wasn't alone. Slowly his eyes drooped and he fell asleep again. Watching him for a little while Alex felt a pang of sadness for him, so alone in the world, so much like Kara. She slowly backed away from him, turning back to face her sister whose bleary eyes seemed more guilty than angry now.

"I didn't mean to wake him." her voice a little over a whisper. Alex shakes her head slightly and her frown deepens. The child is slowly becoming her burden, she thinks. A million questions dart around her head, where he came from, why was he sent here, who would raise him.

"He's fine, just a little startled I guess. Went back right to sleep." Alex slowly pulls up a chair and glances up at the clock on the gray wall of the DEO. It reads 3:20 AM. She lets out a deep breath and rests her head on Kara's shoulder. Kara was wearing her Supergirl suit, and it wasn't the softest material, but Alex was so bone tired that she doesn't care. Her eyes flutter shut, and she forces her mind to clear for just a few seconds.

"You should get some rest. You've been up all most nights since he got here." Kara tries to get her sister to heed her previously useless pleas. Alex has repeatedly refused Kara's, J'onn's and Lucy's requests to go home and get some real sleep. Even Vasquez had sheepish brought it up, only to be swiftly disregarded.

Alex remains quiet for a couple of beats, seemingly lost in her own mind. Kara just kisses the top of her head and relents, closing her eyes in turn. The sisters stay like this for almost 15 minutes before Alex opens her eyes and distantly looks at where the boy lay.

"You think we should give him a name?" Her voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"You already know what I think." Of course Kara wanted to give him a name. She would name every dandelion she ran across in the spring if she could. But this time is was different, this was a child. A child they didn't know the origins of, or even if someone would come looking for him.

"Why do you think I've been trying to make sense of these damned things" Kara absently gestures at the manuscripts, her chin still resting on the crown of Alex's head. "They are the only thing he came with, they have to tell us more about him. Maybe even his name."

Her frustration wasn't just because she wasn't close to cracking this language, it was also for the child. She remembers that the day when her pod finally landed on Earth, the swoosh of air, the dazzling warmth and light of the yellow sun, Kal-El's strong figure looming over her. For a split second she had truly gotten herself to believe that Krypton had not in fact exploded in a ball of fire and doom; that the figure back lit by the bright star of Earth was in fact her uncle Jor-El, plucking her away from a nightmare.

Clark, or Kal, took her in his arms and cradled her. He knew her name, he knew what had happened to her. Of course, he thought she had been lost to the cosmos somewhere unreachable, but he knew who she was.

This child, had none of that. His pod looked incredibly Kryptonian, but at the same time it wasn't. He was just swaddled in a blanket whose material very much resembled Earth's cotton, but was structurally stronger and more ductile. He carried in his Astro-vehicle nothing but some manuscripts, and the on board computing system was so damaged from the pod entering Earth's atmosphere they had no possible way of knowing if Earth was his designated destination or where he had started his Journey.

Kara for the first time in while didn't feel like the loneliest being in the universe, but instead of relief her heart ached for the child. She felt the need to help him, but that fact that she couldn't even read a letter of his only worldly possession was far beyond vexing.

"Yeah, I know. I think we might be in over our heads on this one." A long yawn escapes Alex.

"We should both head home now. The doctors will be keeping an eye on him." Alex finally moves head away from her sister's shoulder and stretches her sore muscles. The doctors she referred to wwere the DEO medical staff, who have been working all through the night since the child landed in their backyard. They made sure he was in good health and was well nourished, but beyond that they had been as confused as anyone with how to further deal with the child.

"I'll take the manuscripts with me."

Kara doesn't ask but looks at her sister quizzically.

"I know someone who might be able to help us. I'll just take some reference material in Kryptonian, they seems very similar. The letters very alike." Alex quickly explains.

"It is, but that's where all the similarities stop." The frustrated crinkle back in Kara's brow. "If I could help in any way you know that…."

Alex raises her hand slightly, and small smile starts to form on her lips. "Kara. Kara! That's not what I meant. I know someone from back in college, she specializes in dead languages, she might be able to help even if it's just a little."

Kara sighed, and slumped her shoulders a little bit. She knew Alex was right, of course, but that doesn't mean she hadn't felt at least a little bit like a failure.

"Fine, I guess it's a good idea." Looking around she got up from her chair in front of the steel table and walked over to the child. Alex busying herself with gathering the manuscripts and whatever papers Kara was working on and putting them in brief case.

"You think he'll find a family? Just like I did?" Kara slightly touches the glass, making sure she doesn't wake the child again.

"We'll make sure he does, ok?" Alex said, appearing behind Kara and placing her hand on her arm, providing some comfort. "But first we need to do all that we can to make sure it's safe for him and whoever we choose."

Alex was right of course, he was special. In what way there were not sure yet, he behaved just like a human infant would. It was important that they keep him until they had as much information as they could about him, and find a suitable family as well.

"C'mon Supergirl, time to get some sleep." As Kara was being dragged away by Alex, all she could think of was that boy.