The Party

AU, Kara is not Mon-El's mentor, James is head of CatCo but he's never met Mon-El, who never dated Eve, Winn as always is adorable

This is part of the #KaraMel Fan Fic challenge, and I think I may have gotten carried away with this as it was meant to be 500-1000 words and sits at nearly 10k, I have split it into chapters as I have a few bits to finish but wanted to get this posted, should all be up by this time next week.

Tropes are enemies to friends and fake dating. So Kara is really very Anti Mon-El at the start far more than the show, mostly because the trope works better that way

Im going to confess I loved this fan fiction challenge and although my beloved #BonKai story and Cross over have been on the back burner this has been good fun, so I may carry on with writing random stories, I have a few ideas in the pipeline.

As always thank you so much for reading

Kara was having a bad day. Her latest article had been returned to her, covered in red pen and the clear indication that it was nowhere near publishable. Forgetting her strength she had landed and broken the heel on her favourite shoes. The worst thing was the envelope on her desk, soft peach in colour and her name hand written in a silver pen, and perfect penmanship. She had an idea what it was, and so put off opening it.

The day didn't get much better, she spilt coffee on her white shirt, and hadn't saved the changes on the offending article, when her laptop turned itself off as she forgot to plug it in and all the changes didn't save. The envelope taunted her.

Wallowing in self-pity, after eating a bag of stale crackers because she forgot to bring lunch, and wasn't trusting her luck as Kara or Supergirl to venture out again.

Finally she decided to brave the envelope.

As expected an invitation to James' 35th birthday, as CEO of CatCo it was a big deal, formal wear. To rub things in it was a plus one invite. She glanced at James' office, she could just make out his shape sat at the desk. A slight twinge of regret waved over her. A few months ago he would have asked her as his date. A few kisses and she came to the conclusion that they were better as friends. She remained confident that she made the correct choice. Yet every so often felt lonely, and wondered was she right. Still there was no going back.

James had a new girlfriend a leggy blonde called Candy, or something like that, Kara had faked interest in the relationship. She wasn't sure why, she didn't want James, she didn't want him to be lonely forever. Maybe it was that she expected to move on first. The dreamer in her longer for her epic romance, her Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. That was more and more unlikely each day that passed kept her more alone.

So she felt more down heartened, so took herself home. Being around people was difficult, as sunny and happy go lucky as she was, she struggled today. Normally she would punch something, but she just wanted to mope around. Just as she was running a bath her phone rang and Supergirl was needed. Changing she flew off.

So she found herself at the DEO, a cold bath at her apartment untouched. Its existence rounding her day off perfectly as things didn't go well as Supergirl either. She rescued one hostage but not before another was injured when a bullet bounced off her and hit them in the shoulder.

It was clear she was going to cry or smash something, so she opted to do the latter. The training room wasn't empty, but her stormy look meant all the DEO agents quickly departed. After demolishing a large cube of solid concrete she was feeling a bit better, and when the Daxamite leapt from the top floor to land next to her she didn't swing for him as she would do.

"Hi" Mon-El smiled, his breezy approach to everything, and super strength had meant he was the one sent by J'onn to check on her as Alex was out in the field. He ran his finger though his short dark hair his grey eyes twinkling, he always looked as if he was up to no good. Kara tended to avoid him other than when they were training. Kara turned to glare at him, then remembered that he was pretty strong as well, she smiled slightly.

"Are you here to train?" she looked him up and down, he was wearing loose jog bottoms and a tight fitting black T-shirt. His normal training clothes.

"Oh yes, fancy sparing? J'onn's been training me" he beamed, he always looked proud, being a Prince meant most things were new to him. According to Winn he had found the washing machine fascinating, and the concept of washing clothes a lot more interesting than any normal person should.

"Bring it on your Highness" she jeered. Her mother would be appalled to learn she was working with the Daxamite Frat boy Prince. She however was delighted to have someone to take her anger out on. He would do nicely, very nicely indeed.

"Mon-El will do" he chuckled as she threw a punch at him, and he ducked, "unless you want to be a Daxamite subject" There was a soft taunting in his tone, he was very aware of her feelings towards his people.

"Yuck Daxam" and she kicked out. He jumped to safety, landing behind her grabbed her by the neck. She flipped him over and he landed on his feet and threw a punch at her. It landed square on the jaw. Both were shocked that he hit her. She retaliated and knocked him to the floor, more aggressively than she had meant. In return he knocked her feet from under her, she fell to the floor and he moved to pin her down. Even though she had a strength advantage over him, he used his body well to immobilise her fully. Pinning her hands above her head with one of his own. She stopped trying to fight him, realising it was a losing battle.

"So what's up?" he casually asked as though he didn't have her pinned to the ground. In a tone reserved for morning coffee with a friend.

"Nothing" she carried on being defiant, trying to wiggle but failing to move at all.

"Clearly something is, I get that you don't like me much, Daxamite Royalty, and all, but something is up." His matter of fact tone just made her more frustrated with him.

"Nothing" she stubbornly insisted, her defiance slipping and a pang of guilt that her dislike of his heritage was so clear.

"Look we are both on this planet, and we are both the closest each other has to our homes. So let's put this silliness we have between our planets aside, and be friends. Tell me what's wrong or we can spar until you get this anger out."

She sighed deeply, and looked up at him, maybe he was right. Maybe he was the closest she would have to her home planet back. Maybe she should try and give him a chance. "I'm having a bad day that's all" She surrendered.

"What happened? Because you look like there is more to this" he indicated the room "than a bad day." Shards of crumpling concrete decorated the room.

"Everything went wrong" She sighed, her body relaxed, no longer even trying to fight his. For two people who hated each other, or should hate each other, they spent a lot of time being overly physical she realised. Weekly close sparring meant at some point each week they were on the floor pinning each other down.

"Like what," he eased his grip and sat down helping her into a seated position, feeling the tension in her body shift.

"Just broke my fav shoes, got coffee everywhere, just everything I touch went wrong," she huffed.

He studied her, "That's not all. I know you. I hear about you all the time, you can deal with most things. Something pushed you too far. You can tell me we are friends now" he smiled broadly, she wasn't sure if he annoyed or charmed her.

"My kind of ex invited me to his birthday party"

"This is a problem?" he couldn't understand why this was a concern. Daxamites tended to have a more open minded approach to relationships.

"I have to attend cos he's my boss, and he's got a new girlfriend and I'm alone" she blurted out.

"So you are bothered by his new girlfriend or being alone?" Mon-El probed her moving to sit next to her.

"Alone I guess," she shifted her eyes to nervously look at her fingers, "My life was meant to be so simple, I really thought I could have everything, be Supergirl, have a partner, have a job, and have friends, and I feel lonely. I thought he was the one." Suddenly she felt relieved opening up to someone who didn't witness the whole James dance that they played for so long. Someone who wasn't friends with James, who just let her have her say.

"What happened?" He looked at her with a sadness she hadn't seen in him before. He tended to be a pretty closed book, always hiding feeling with a joke and a broad smile. He looked more mature with a serious look on his face, more Prince like, compassionate and caring.

"We kissed and I didn't feel the spark you are meant to feel" She had a sad twinge when she remembered how she longed to kiss him, those months of lusting after someone. The spark in the air when they were near as she imagined how his lips would feel, how he would taste. The strange emptiness after when she realised that the fireworks she expected. The passion never arrived. She just felt the same as when Winn had kissed her. Like friends kissing. She no longer had that longing and desire when she was around him.

"It happens" he shrugged, and she started crying he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. It was comforting in a way that was unexpected. She was so powerful and strong, she never needed anyone for protection. Now she suddenly felt very safe in his arms, "What can I do to help?"

"I don't know" she sobbed, "I'm getting your T-shirt wet" she laughed burring her head into his chest. He softly stroked her hair as she clung to him.

"Well do you want this guy? Or do you want to make him see what he's missing or do you just not want to attend the party alone?" He quizzed trying to focus her sorrow.

"I don't know" she replied, and honestly wasn't sure, too many emotions in one day. Bleary eyed she looked up at him, smiling slightly, and nodded, "Thank you, I'm glad I met you" For the first time since he landed on this planet she meant it. She started to forget who he was meant to be, and started seeing him for who he was.

He stood up, pulling her with him, "Right, you clearly need a nice warm bath, some ice cream and pot stickers, I'm not sure if those are together" Earth food still seemed strange to him.

She chuckled slightly into his chest, her arms remained wrapped around him. They walked towards the emergency exit, she stopped slightly not wanting anyone to see she had been crying. He pre-empted her, "We have super speed," he whispered softly, she smiled against his chest. "Give me a minute I need to get my phone and keys" She didn't want to let go. As strange as it was, there was a comfort in his closeness that she didn't know she needed until that second. However she released him.

He dashed off, and returned a minute later, with a hoodie, which he draped around her shoulders and pulled the hood up. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, liking how it smothered her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, returning their closeness. He looked at her and said ready. She responded with a smile. They sped to the exit, she grabbed him and flew him to her apartment.