Hey y'all, wassup? Yeah, I came up with this a couple of months ago, but I am just now getting it written. I don't have a whole lot to say, just that I hope you'll enjoy this and keep with the story, don't just leave it at the first chapter. I own nothing; all rights go to DC comics.

P.S, this is based very loosely on one of the many versions of Supergirl.

It was dark. I was awake, but I could not move or open my eyes. All I could do was listen to people speaking around me.

"The kryptonite… it's just like metamorphic rock! Imagine what they could all do, I mean, green is weak, so what if blue is-"

"Don't jump to conclusions, it may look different, but they could all be the same."

The voices faded out again.

"We were able to find a compatible liver, prep her for surgery."

"Get some kryptonite, or else we'll never cut through her skin."

"She'll need a lot, from the blood samples we got; she's built up a tolerance, being surrounded by it for so long."

The voices faded out again. This was getting annoying. Where am I? Am I in a hospital? What is kryptonite, and what would that have to do with surgery?

I opened my eyes. There were fluorescent lights above me. Ridiculously thin white sheets that never keep anyone warm. Stiff feeling pillow. Soft mattress. Smell of antiseptic and plastic. The beeping of the machines. Yes, I was in a hospital.

I sat up. My body was stiff and a little sore. Then I remembered the voices of the people (they must have been doctors) that I had heard. They had said to prep me for surgery. I pulled up the irritating open back dress and stared at my stomach, which was bandaged.

It was over. I had battled cirrhosis for two years, and now it was over. I had gotten the transplant. I started to sob. I was not going to cry, I had no reason to. All I could do was sob in shock.

Once I had calmed down a little bit, I took a good look around the room. It was…strange. It looked old fashioned, the television looked like the kind of thing that hadn't been used on Krypton in well over a thousand years. Then it hit me. Perhaps I wasn't on Krypton anymore! Maybe the council finally saw that Braniac was lying, that the planet was in danger, and we were on another planet, like Argo. I glanced at the monitors next to me, which seemed louder than normal. I frowned, this technology was ancient, Argo would not use this.

No, because this is not Argo, said a man's voice. I looked to the door, expecting to see someone there. However, the door was closed.

I laughed nervously. Great. I was hearing voices in my head.

No, you are not.

I may believe that if you were not talking to me, I mentally retorted. No reply.

I also stopped to wonder where my family was. I would have thought at least dad or grandfather would have been there. At least one of them. Mom would be taking care of the baby. Of course, grandfather would be busy with the council or arguing with dad. Dad could be working. No, they would have all come. Maybe they stepped out to get something to eat.

I heard people talking outside the room, and I went up against the door to hear better.

"Where did you find her." Asked a man, sounding a little uncertain.

"We found her in the Pacific Ocean, she was found by a team of marine biologists. She had been cryogenically frozen, and the craft she was found had been covered in the kryptonite I showed you, but she was still alive." Another man explained.

"Why weren't we told about her before?" Yet another man asked. His voice was deep and sounded almost angry, but not quite.

"Well, we weren't sure how long she would survive." The second man continued.

"Because of the kryptonite?" asked a woman with a deep alto voice.

"No, we found that she was in the final stages of cirrhosis. We had been scrambling to find a liver to replace her own. Luckily, one of our scientists volunteered to be a live donor when he found his was compatible." the second continued. "Nobody has spoken to her, but she has floated in and out of consciousness."

"What? You mean to say you have some teenage girl in there and she has no idea that Krytpon is-"a fourth man stopped when it sounded as if he had been slapped. His voice automatically made me think of a teenager, it sounded younger and less serious than the others.

"Flash, be quiet." Said a man's slow, deep voice.

I jumped away from the door in surprise. It was the voice I had heard in my head!

"She has been awake for nearly 15 minutes, and she is listening to us right now." He continued. "She understands that the surgery has been preformed, but she does not understand what is happening, or where her family is."

Everyone was silent. What was going on? I sat down on the bed. How had he been in my mind?

I am telepathic. My name is J'onn J'onzz, also known as the Martian Manhunter. J'onn explained in my mind. I am not a native to this planet, like you. I am going to come into your room now, please remain calm.

I looked at the door. But J'onn did not use the door. He walked through the wall and I was given a good look at him. He was green, bald and had orange eyes. He wore a long blue cape, shorts, and boots. He wore a red belt, which connected to straps on his chest that formed an X.

I stood up anxiously. He held out his hand to me. I shook it.

"What is your name?" J'onn asked.

"Lor-El." I whispered.

"How old are you?"

"17."

"Lor-El, you may want to sit down." He said gently.

I did.

"Lor-El, do you know what had been happening when you were frozen on Krypton?"

"There-there was evidence that the core had become unstable. It-it could destroy us all."

"Were you frozen because of your cirrhosis?"

"Yes. I had been moved down on the donor list. I would not have made it."

"Lor-El… the core was unstable, but the council on Krypton did not believe it."

"No…"

"You are one of only five survivors from Krypton and Argo."

"No…"

"I'm sorry."

"No-no it cannot be!" I screamed, rising from the bed. I walked to the wall, slamming my hand against the wood. My hand went right through the wall. I stared at the hole I had created, slowly pulling my hand back through the hole I had created. I stared at my hand, horrified.

"Lor-El… you are on earth now. Krypton has been gone for 28 years, and you have been on earth for the same amount of time. You were found in the ocean a couple of weeks ago, your capsule covered with Kryptonite, stone from Krypton. Earth's sun is yellow, not red, and the radiation it emits has given you powers." J'onn explained gently.

"What do you mean?" I asked hoarsely.

"You see things more clearly; you hear things that most humans cannot. You have super strength, speed, sight, and hearing. You have many more powers, but you will learn how to control them soon enough." J'onn put a hand on my shoulder.

"But what will I do now? This is not my world. My family, my friends, everyone I ever knew, everything I ever knew… all gone." I said, aware of the tears running down my face.

At that moment, I knew there was nothing I could do. At that moment, my heart froze.

O.K, what do you think? This is my second attempt at non-crossover, but I know what I'm doing this time, I'm afraid I pulled the other one out of my butt and didn't think ahead. Also, you may have notice how Lor-El is using really proper English, but anyone who has seen the first few episodes of Superman and heard how Kryptonian's talk, you'll understand. Please review!