What a beautiful sight, Mon-El thought groggily, looking at Kara. He'd just woken up, and the first thing he'd seen was his beautiful, sleeping fiancée. She wore a deep blue ball gown, fitted to her waist, then billowing out. It was an absolute princess dress, the kind of dress Kara would love. Her blond hair fell in loose waves down her shoulders, and she wore ruby jewelry. The red rubies in her necklace contrasted perfectly with the sand.

Wait.

Sand.

Quickly, Mon-El sat up, getting a massive headache in the process. He looked down and saw the suit he was wearing, and remembered what had happened. Kara had been driving J'onn's car on their way to Alex and Maggie's wedding. They'd been laughing. Then, suddenly there'd been a loud noise, and everything had gone dark. He rushed to examine Kara.

As soon as he touched her, her face glowed green. Kryptonite, he thought. Of course, what else could have knocked the two of them out? He was still feeling the effects of the lead they must have used in addition to the Kryptonite. Where were they? It looked like they were in some sort of… desert? He was sure of only one thing. He had to get himself and Kara out of here. Whoever had attacked them had brought them there. That couldn't be good. He scooped Kara up, swearing at how cold she felt, and started running. Before long, he came upon a cottage. He didn't stop to think how odd that was- a single, isolated cottage in the middle of nowhere. He was desperate. He pounded on the door.

"Help!" he yelled.

In an instant, the door was thrown open. Standing there was a young blonde woman, no more than eighteen or nineteen, with her hair in Dutch braids. She stared for a moment, taking in the frantic man in a suit carrying an unconscious woman in a ball gown. Then, getting a grip, she moved over to let Mon-El inside.

"Lay her on the couch", she said, with a heavy Dutch accent, "I am Lotte. When did this happen?"

"Just now. We were, um, hiking, and she fainted", Mon-EL said, thinking as fast as he could. "I'm Mike, and this is… Linda."

Lotte looked him right in the eye, sizing him up. "Hiking."

"Um, it's, um, an American relaxation technique. Go hiking in your finest clothes."

He could tell from the way Lotte looked at him that she thought he was an idiot, but she didn't question it further. "You are American."

He nodded. "Yes."

"You don't know about the Avian flu, do you?"

"What?" Mon-El said. He hadn't heard of any sort of epidemic in The Netherlands, if that was indeed where they were.

"I don't know where you are from that you haven't heard about it, but it has broken out in the last two days, all over the globe. Already, it has killed over two million people. Once you begin to show symptoms, you can die in less than a day."

Suddenly, Mon-El felt sick. "What day is it?"

"The fourteenth of December."

No. No, that couldn't be right. He and Kara had been attacked on the twelfth of December. What had they missed? Mon-El jumped to his feet. "We can't stay here", he said, "We... um... we need to be back in America by tomorrow."

Lotte shook her head, moving to block the door. "Look, I do not know what kind of rock the two of you have been living under, but there is a mandatory quarantine. She is infected, she cannot leave my house. And you, you carried her, which counts as extended physical contact. You are mandated to stay inside my home for at least three weeks. Neither of you may leave."

Now, Mon-El was certain that neither he nor Kara had the Avian flu, but of course he couldn't say that. There was only one thing to do. He reached his hand out to Lotte. "Well, Lotte, it looks like we're going to be getting to know each other very well."

Lotte smiled grimly. "It appears we will."

Just then, Kara began to stir. "Hello? Where am I? Where are you? Mon-"

Mon-El cut her off. "Right here, Linda. Right here. It's me, Mike."

Kara looked from Mon-El to the girl standing behind him. "Well, Mike. All I can say is you'd better have a damn good explanation. Start talking."

Heyyyyy! Welcome back to those who know me, and hello to those who don't. The idea for this fic just kind of hit me out of nowhere, so here I am, writing it. Not going to lie, I'm unsure if I'll finish it, but I certainly hope to. I'll give you a warning a few chapters before if I plan to end it with some stupid, fast ending. Until further notice, however, I'll be updating on Saturdays and Wednesdays. Also, for those of you who haven't seen it, please check out my other fic, A Blue-Eyed Little Girl, that I update on Mondays and Wednesdays. Finally, Question of The Day: Who's your favorite young Kara, Malina Weissman or Izabela Vidovic? Personally, I'd say Izabela Vidovic looks the part better, but I really don't know if I could choose. I like both of them! As always, thanks for reading. See you Wednesday!