Hi guys! Before I share my baby with you, I want to let you know how I hope this fanfic will work. I am known for not having the most consistent updating skills but I'm working on that. So here's the plan.

Firstly, with this story I'm following the events of the series as much as I possibly can in writing and that each chapter will focus on one episode only.

My plan is that every week before/after (whichever works with my schedule) an episode, I will upload a new chapter based on the most recent episode (if uploaded before new episode comes out) or the episode before the one most previously aired (if uploaded after). THIS TO BE SAID, I LIVE ON THE WEST COAST SO I WILL BE USING PACIFIC STANDARD TIME / PST, SO UPLOADS WILL COME AT VARIOUS TIMES DEPENDING ON YOUR TIME ZONE. Because I am starting this story behind, the beginning of this story will start with a mass amount of chapters to make up for the ones that I've missed.

This entire story will be done in Mon-El's POV and will only include scenes of either which Mon-El and/or Kara are physically in the scene. Most of these scenes and their dialogue will be pulled from the episodes themselves and complete credit goes to the show and its cast and crew, but I did want to have some of my own writing in here so I'm adding a few of my own scenes to add my own flare to the story.

Also, to help you with the reading process any immediate thoughts will be in italics...

Other than that I hope you enjoy my story!

****I DONT OWN ANYTHING. ALL CHARACTERS, DIALOGUE, CREDITS AND BASICALLY EVERYTHING BELONG TO THE CW AND THE WRITERS OF SUPERGIRL****

Chapter 1: Welcome to Earth? More like Not So Welcome to Earth...

When Mon-El woke up, he found myself lying in a bed next to a girl sitting at my bedside. As soon as he looked at her, he saw her as a threat. Mon-el grabbed her by the neck and threw her into a large glass panel. Looking at himself, he saw that he was strapped to a mechanical contraption and quickly, he pulled the ties loose as loud booming noises erupted in the room. Hastily, he walked out the room and large guys in black uniforms approached him, all of them carrying very deadly guns. Using his super speed, he ran away from them and managed to fight several of them off. As more of the men in uniforms came running in, Mon-El spotted a chance to get away and ran to the balcony, where he jumped and continued running into the city.

Mon-El ran for a long time before finding something to do. All he wanted is to return home, return to Daxam. Throughout the next couple days, he tried to find ways to reach Daxam but this worlds customs were so different from those on Daxam.

One night while he explored a building, he heard beeping coming from a white band around his wrist. Rapidly, he took the band of my wrist and dropped it on the ground as he ran out of the building, afraid that whatever it is might cause an explosion.

Eventually, Mon-El found myself a somewhat safe place to hide and relax for a little bit, a club ironically. Their drinks are not as good as those on Daxam but they did the job. While he sat at the bar stool drinking some concoction the bartender gave me, he spotted others in the bar using some pretty cool technology. Nothing like he had ever seen before.

Maybe this world has some sort of technology or machine that could help me contact Daxam. I could go home.

He started asking around until he got the answer he needed.

Later that night, Mon-El found a laboratory and luckily, a man was there. He approached him and the small man tried to run away but Mon-El caught him. He didn't mean to scare him but he desperately wanted to contact his home world.

Mon-El was minding my own business, trying to send my planet a distress call when suddenly, this girl came out of nowhere, breaking through the ceiling and tackled him to the ground.

How dare she?! I wasn't doing anyone harm and she decided that she could just barge in on me and stop me?!

Luckily, he was able to toss her aside thanks to his strength and kick her far from him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone" Mon-el said to her as he quickly approached her, ready to give her another hit.

"Sure you don't" she replied as she got back up on her feet.

Rage consume him, and so, he threw a punch. A punch which the petite girl dodged and got the opportunity to get a good hit at him, which sent him flying into a nearby piece of furniture.

"Stay down Daxamite!" she ordered as she stood above me

"You know where I'm from?" I asked her as I too, get up on my feet.

"Yup, and you should've stayed there"

And with that, even more rage flooded his mind. He charged towards her hoping to get one good swing at her but like before, she stopped him and gave him several punches before throwing him into a large metal contraption and he collapsed.

When he woke up, he was in a large confinement space. It was like a cage but it had no bars, just clear walls. Walls, which unfortunately, were indestructible. The girl from earlier walked towards him from the other side of the glass

"You better get used to that view. You're going to be in that cell for a long time" she stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest, covering the glyph which he was sure was from Krypton, the planet of stuck up know-it-alls and the ones who thought they were so much better than them, the Daxamites. "Well, that was quite the first impression you made on Earth Daxamite. Do you always introduce yourself by trying to kill heads of state? How did you find yourself in a Kryptonian pod?"

Man, did this girl ever keep her mouth shut?

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" she asked "Anything"

Refusing to answer her, Mon-El sat in his cell in silence until she started to walk away, which is when he found was the perfect opportunity to start speaking.

"Do they have Zakkarian ale on this planet? 'Cause I could really use some Zakkarian ale" She sighed and turned around before walking back towards his cell "It's been my experience that most of life's problems go away if you bring Zakkarian ale to the table"

"You're not getting anything" she answered sternly as she stopped in front of his cell once again

"Is it because I didn't say 'please'? 'Cause you know on some worlds 'please' isn't even, you know, that big of a thing. Is this not one of those worlds?"

"I'm not surprised you would make a joke of this. Your entire race thinks of nothing but themselves" she said.

Man, she was so judgemental, I hated her. Who is she to tell me about how his race acts?

"And you would know all about my race, wouldn't you, Kryptonian?" I said as I moved to the edge of my seat in my confinement. "Judging by that self-righteous glyph on your chest. Hey, so shouldn't you already have all the answers?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I know how your people fell about us High and mighty, 'enlightened' Krypton, looking down on us lowly peasants ever since you attacked us with no provocation-"

"We attacked you? Is that-" she said, slowly charging towards the glass before stopping herself in her sentence and what he was hoping was her decision to shut up but she just continued talking, or more like questioning. "Why did you send a broadcast to Daxam?"

"It was a distress call" he answered.

He figured if he started to give the bitch some answers she might just leave me alone

"Why were you sending a distress call?"

"Because I'm in distress!" he exclaimed.

She really was stupid wasn't she? Distress call, it's in the damn name. What kind of questions was that?

"Okay? I'm not- I'm not here by choice. I'm just letting my people know I'm alive"

"Ah, okay. So-so if you're marooned on this planet, why are you trying to kill the president?" she questioned, again.

He was about to speak but honestly, he didn't really understand her question

"Sorry, what's a- what's a pres- president?" I ask

"If you thought I punched hard before, wait till you see me when I'm angry." she threatened as she stepped closer to the cell.

He didn't understand why though, he seriously didnt' know what a 'presibent' was...

"Hey, I didn't come here to kill anyone!" he said,which is the complete truth. All he wanted was to get back home, to Daxam.

"Good, because you never will" she replied

Mon-El thought about firing back but instead he just said "Right, and you've already made up your mind about me. So, it seems kind of pointless to keep talking to you" he said to her as he sat down on my bed in his cage "Bye-bye, your highness" and as a joke, he gave her a little bow and decided to just lay down and relax in the cell that he would apparently rot in until he died.

"Oh, that's better" he sighed as he got comfortable. But as she walked away, he say it as it's the perfect chance to annoy her "Oh, hey, I could really use that Zakkarian ale though. Just give a think on it" he finished as she walked away and exited the room.

Good riddance. How long should it take to get rid of her? Seriously, she talked more than anyone I've ever met before.

Once he heard the door shut behind her, all he could hear were his thoughts, which was a good thing because it meany that it was finally quiet, resulting in him resting in my glass cage and eventually, falling asleep.

The next day, Mon-El simply laid on his bed in his cell when the door swings wide open and the self-righteous Kryptonian walks in.

If she starts questioning me again, I might just smother myself with something.

But to stop her from asking the questions, he came up with one of his own.

"So, does everyone in this world have super powers or is it just us?" he asked, genuinely curious about the answer to his question.

To his surprise, the girl walked up to the cage, but instead of opening her mouth to fire more questions at me, she punched some sort of code that opened the door to his cell and walked in. Mon-El stood up, ready to take a beating or beat her but before either one of them threw a punch he decided to speak up

"Uh... What's going on?" he asked confused "I though I was a dangerous killer"

"I don't know you at all" she replied and he thought he heard a hint of regret in her answer. "And it was a mistake of me to misjudge you just because you're from Daxam. You didn't try to kill the president" she said "And I apologize for assuming you did" she says to me in an almost sincere tone of voice "My name is Kara Zor-El, I'm from Krypton And like you, I'm a refugee on this planet. Earth" she introduced herself and stuck a hand out to him.

Kara Zor-El the Kryptonian. He would remember that name. Kara Zor-El, the Kryptonian who finally admitted that she was wrong. But it took guts for a Kryptonian to admit their flaws and he appreciated that so he shook her hand and introduced himself.

"My name's Mon-El" he said and a small, awkward pause happened "So, uh, what now? Can you help me get in touch with my home world?" he asked but he notived the look on her face. And that face, on any world, is known not to give good news

"Uh. You might want to sit down. There's something I have to tell you..." she said and he listened and sat as she sat next to him "When Krypton was destroyed, the debris showered onto Daxam."

"Yeah, I know, that's- that's why I got out of there in a hurry"

Kara struggled a little to find her words before saying "Some of the larger masses struck Daxam's moon, disrupting the gravitational force of the planet."

Where was she going with this?

"Wait, what are you? What are you saying?"

"Uh...Daxam is still there, but it was ravaged by solar storms. It's a wasteland now. Your home... My home... They're, uh... They're gone" she finished.

Mon-El sat there in shock, just trying to take all the information in.

How could this happen? I knew that the hit Daxam took from Kryptons debris was bad but I didn't think it would be like this... My home. It can't just be gone like that. It's impossible.

Mon-El tried to think of anyway that was Kara told him wasn't true but it made sense. That's when he realized that there really is no going back home.

So that was the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm looking forward to writing more chapters for this story. Expect new chapters to be posted soon. Feel free to leave reviews, favourite and follow.

Until next time...

-TheFearlessDreamer