A/N: Hey He-Man followers! I'm posting the third installment of my trilogy one week ahead of schedule. After finishing the last story, I gave myself a month in case I needed it but apparently it looks like I didn't (lol). Thanks to all of you who have read, Favorited, or Followed my first two stories: A Royal Pain, and Son Of Miro. Again, I believe I'm only as good as my last update (I've only been writing fanfic since May 2014) so I hope A Prince's Legacy has the honor of garnering the same warm reception as my first two books.

There's a snippet of dialogue here taken from the Filmation episode, 'Teela's Quest'. I amended it slightly.

I hope you like and enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from any of the characters of He-Man, Filmation, MYP, or anything Mattel. I do not profit from these stories; I just sorta like goofing off and writing about my favorite couple: Adam and Teela.

Cinderella, Elsa, Belle, and Jasmine are characters owned by Disney Corporation and again, no relation/ownership.

Superman is owned by DC Comics, again no relation/ownership.

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A Prince's Legacy

Chapter 1

Everyone gasped.

"Excuse me?"

Adam held the older man's gaze before shifting it to the younger standing nearby.

"I'm his grandson," he repeated, nodding to the older gentleman seated next to him.

Despite the niggling feeling he'd somehow met this man before, Scott frowned at the young stranger. "Son, I've already got six grandkids all accounted for so you've obviously gotten me confused with someone else. You must have bumped your head," he tried to explain away with a wave of his hand. "Or perhaps you've hit the sauce a little too hard?"

"Pop," Leslie whined.

"What's 'sawth'?" David wanted to know, his lisp getting in the way.

Adam looked at the little boy. "I know what sauce is little man, but I have no clue as to why I would want to strike it," he replied in all seriousness.

Jason, David's older brother chuckled prompting Adam to snap his head to him and smile.

Kevin surreptitiously glanced at Leslie and using his index finger, rolled it around his ear, his eyes widening, his mouth forming an "o" shape.

Adam cocked his head to the side, observing him intently. "No, I'm not crazy. Just uninformed," he explained matter-of-factly.

Kevin sheepishly cleared his throat. "Allen—"

"Adam," he corrected.

"Adam," he repeated, "You expect us to just flat out believe you?" he argued. "Some stranger shows up unconscious on my father-in-law's front lawn and gives us some cockamamie story about being our nephew?" Kevin guffawed. "That's bananas!"

The young blonde narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Cockamamie Bananas. What's that, metaphor?"

This time despite herself, Leslie snorted a laugh.

"I like him, Grampy," Jason interjected with a smirk.

The boy and the stranger exchanged smiles.

Steps were heard in the hallway as Catherine entered the living room.

"What on Earth are you all—" she stopped abruptly and gasped as Adam whipped his head to her and held her gaze. "Eyes…," she muttered cryptically.

"Ma'am?" he replied with an expectant gaze as everyone's eyes darted to the doorway then back at the stranger.

Scott furrowed his brow at his gaping wife then turned back to the young man. "Tell me your name again, boy?" he probed.

"Adam. Adam Miro."

"You seem familiar…," the older man trailed off as he looked to Catherine for help. "Cat, didn't we meet that couple last year whose boy went to West Point? Isn't that their last name?"

Recovering, Catherine shook her head. "N-no, it's Mueller."

"May I explain?" the young man asked.

"Please do," Kevin replied sarcastically with a suspicious eye.

"I'm going to show you all something. It's in my pocket. But perhaps you should all sit down," he advised.

At the admonition, everyone's eyes widened in consternation as they drew back a bit.

"Maybe we should call the police," Leslie asked, her voice tremulous.

"Police? Who are they?" Adam asked before his brows shot up in understanding. "Guards? No wait! Please don't call the authorities," he asked. "Well…don't call them yet, anyway," he added. "I'm not a threat, and I'm not crazy. I'm here for a reason." He turned back to Scott who was now eyeing him, a look of confusion on his face.

"Sir, I am the son of Randor Miro and Marlena Glenn."

Everyone gasped as Scott and Catherine went white. After a few beats of stunned silence, Scott stood to his feet, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"Get out."

Adam's eyebrow furrowed in concern. "Allow me to prove it. Please…"

"Now, son. You need to leave."

Adam reached into his back pocket and pulled out what seemed to be a glass sphere. It began to shimmer.

"What the hell is that, a weapon?" Kevin asked in alarm. "Mister, you'd better get the hell out of here now!" He turned to Catherine. "Call the cops!"

Catherine Glenn stood motionless at the doorway, her hand on her chest. Seemingly mesmerized, she approached the young stranger who calmly remained seated, his arm extended, balancing an orb in his palm. It began to change colors.

"Catherine?" Kevin tried.

"What in the sam…," Scott stated as they all stared.

Leslie clutched at her two boys who didn't seem fazed at all, their young eyes glued in fascination to the orb.

Suddenly, a beam of light slowly emanated from the orb and took form. It hovered over the sphere; a six inch tall three-dimensional shape that gradually took the form of a woman.

"My God…," grandpa mumbled, dumbfounded at the technology.

The orb completed its calculations and an image of Queen Marlena stood before them dressed in a beautiful emerald gown and wearing a warm smile.

"Jesus," Scott breathed as he slowly sat back down, sinking into the couch, his eyes wide.

Catherine's mouth dropped open, her body bobbling a bit as Adam's gaze shifted to her. Gesturing with his other hand he asked, "Can someone please watch her? She doesn't appear to be stable," he advised.

As if on cue, she swayed to her left just as Kevin darted over and caught her. He gently set her down on the adjacent living room couch.

"As I live and breathe…," Scott mumbled, his hand over his mouth. His brow then suddenly furrowed. "Is this some sort of tape? Did you record this off of the TV?"

Adam crinkled his brow. "T-Vee?"

Kevin smirked. "Don't tell me you don't know what a television is."

Adam smirked back. "Okay, I won't."

The boys both began to giggle.

Leslie shushed them then turning toward Adam she asked, "If that's really my sister, what is she wearing on her head?"

Adam looked up at her. "It's…a crown."

"A what?" they all repeated with incredulity.

"A crown. C-R-O-W-N," he spelled making the boys laugh again.

"We knew what a crown was young man, we were just flabbergasted," Scott explained impatiently. "Now you mean to tell me that my daughter survived the mission, is alive, and is living in some foreign country as a dignitary?"

Adam stared at him in confusion, then understanding dawning he replied, "No sir. She lives on a planet located in the Pelaitean constellation of the Andromeda Galaxy and is its Queen."

The room erupted in guffaws and exclamations as Scott again shot up from the couch and began to pace, talking to himself as Catherine began to awaken from her fainting episode. Kevin and Leslie argued in an attempt to make sense of it all and during the commotion, Adam smiled at the two young boys who smiled back.

"Can I hold it?" Jason asked.

"Yes," he replied with a smile. "Be careful…use both hands," he advised softly as he gingerly placed the glass sphere in the young boy's hands. As the two boys played with the orb, Adam turned back to the adults.

"Son, I don't know who you are, how you know who I am, or how you got a photo shopped 3-dimensional image of my daughter but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave—"

"Wait!" Catherine interjected causing all heads to turn to her, the room going silent.

"What, dear?" Scott asked exasperated.

"He's telling the truth," she replied as she slowly straightened to a sitting position on the couch.

"Sweetheart…," he sighed in frustration, "How would you know that?"

"His eyes," she pointed out, her voice cracking. "Those are my daughter's eyes."

Adam's eyebrows shot up as all heads snapped back to him to scrutinize his features.

"Woops!" David exclaimed as the orb fell from his hands.

Adam moved and caught it in his left hand before it smashed to the ground.

Kevin made a face. "Sharp reflexes," he muttered in admiration. "Okay, so you're not drunk after all."

Leslie angrily punched him in the arm.

"Hey!"

The corner of Adam's mouth curled into a knowing smile. "My wife does that to me, too."

Leslie snapped her head to him then down to his left hand noticing for the first time his wedding ring. She met his gaze. "You're married?"

Adam nodded. "Almost two and a half months."

Her eyes softened for a moment then quickly turned suspicious. "Do you have any other proof besides this…uhh…film that you're my nephew?"

"Yes." He took out a small item resembling a cell phone and slowly stood. Everyone backed away; his height and build and the way he carried himself intimidating and secondly, they were still leery, unsure as to whether he was telling the truth.

Not wanting to frighten anyone, Adam's movements were slow and even. After punching a few buttons, he placed the disc on the coffee table and directed one end of it toward the bare wall. Pressing a final button, he moved to the side and folded his arms across his chest. "Keep your eyes on that wall, please."

Skeptically, everyone turned their gazes toward the wall with Kevin keeping a wary eye on the stranger.

A shimmering beam of light projected onto the wall as an asteroid field slowly materialized. Immediately, Marlena's voice could be heard.

"Mayday! Mayday! Can anyone hear me? This is Lieutenant Marlena Glenn of the Earth probe Valiant! I've been caught in a cosmic storm and swept off course! Does anyone copy?"

*static*

"Well Marlena ol' girl, you're on your own this time. A million miles from home and stuck in the middle of an asteroid shower! If I don't find shelter soon, I'll be smashed to space dust!"

*alarms sounding*

"My sensors indicate a small planet ahead…no telling what's down there. God help me land this bird. Here goes nothing!"

*the damaged hull makes a crash landing onto an alien planet with Marlena emerging as the image fades to black and re-images to a young wide-eyed boy seated next to Marlena*

"So that's how you came to land on Eternia?"

"Yes, Adam. And I'm glad I can share this with you using Man-At-Arms' memory projector."

"Well you were some pilot, Mother. Hey Mom, what was Earth like?"

"I'm afraid you'd find it boring, Adam. There are no giant green tigers or magical castles. But it's a beautiful place filled with beautiful people…"

The wall went dim as the disc powered down. The room waxed quiet as Adam retrieved the disc and placed it back in his pocket. He shifted his gaze to Scott whose face was ashen. Catherine and Leslie were crying.

After several moments of shocked silence, Scott muttered, "That's not possible. My…my daughter…is alive?"

"Yes, sir."

"And…you're…her son?" Scott continued.

Adam nodded.

"My grandson?" his eyes welled up with tears as his gaze moved from head to toe as if seeing Adam for the first time.

Another nod.

"Wait!" Kevin asked, still wary and protective of his father-in-law. "Tell us something only Marlena would know."

The room once again went silent as all eyes stayed glued on the handsome young stranger. Adam turned to Catherine.

"Mom once told me that one day when she and her younger brother Travis were kids, they were walking home from school when they encountered a few bullies. She was ten, he was six. After following them halfway home shouting threats and taunts along the way, Mom finally got fed up. She turned and confronted them to which they laughed and pushed Travis to the ground skinning his knee. Something snapped inside of her. So she threw her books down and…," Adam stopped as if to strain for recollection.

"Go on," Catherine encouraged with a sniffle, knowing the story.

Adam crinkled his brow then nodded remembering the rest of the story. "She—her words—'kicked the ever living shit out of them'. Feeling shame, she never told anyone but you about the incident. Young girls back then weren't supposed to, again her words, 'behave like boys'. You then encouraged her to be herself to which she credits her accomplishments." Adam gave a small smile. "There weren't many female astronauts back then let alone any who were granted sole command of a starship entrusted with the mission to explore the outer regions of the Milky Way."

Catherine's face again drained of color as she swiped at tears. Everyone turned to her for validation as she glanced around the room and nodded.

Scott inhaled sharply. "If…if this is true…," he trailed off. "Oh…dear Jesus!" he opened his arms wide and embraced his grandson.

Catherine, tears streaming down her cheeks stood and approached Adam in wide-eyed wonderment. She reached for him, he a whole foot taller than her tiny 5 foot 5 inch frame and no match for his height. Adam stooped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he returning the embrace.

Next was Leslie, her hand over her mouth in shock. Her eyes filled with tears, she embraced him tightly as her body racked with sobs. "My sister always says, 'Here goes nothing'," she explained as Adam knit his brow and gently rubbed her back to comfort her.

Kevin approached wearing a sheepish expression and held out a hand, palm up. Adam stopped to stare oddly at it.

"I'm sorry, bro. There's just so many qooks out there…I didn't realize you were telling the truth. Apology accepted?"

Adam continued to look at his hand then met his gaze. "Your hand is empty."

Kevin knit his brow. "What?"

"Are you trying to give me something, or do you want something from me?"

The room burst into laughter as Adam jerked his eyes around the room in surprise.

"They don't shake hands where you're from?" Scott asked amused.

Adam mouthed, "Oh", his expression sheepish. "No. We clasp arms as a show of solidarity unless it's a formal court thing; even then we usually bow to each other," he replied by way of explanation before gladly taking Kevin's hand with a smile.

Something clicked as Scott blinked. "So, if my daughter is a Queen, then you are…," he trailed off.

"A Printh!" David finished.

Adam looked down at the young boy and smiled. "Yes little man, you are correct."

"Do you know Princess Cinderella?" Jason asked excitedly.

Adam quirked an eyebrow. "No, I don't know her. Sorry."

More chuckles as Adam sent everyone a confused look.

"How about Belle? Or Elsa?" Jason continued.

"Or Jath-mine!" David interjected. "She'th got a magic carpet…magic, like your glath ball!" he explained, a lisp hindering his speech.

Adam bit his lip. "Umm…no, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't have the pleasure of knowing any of those ladies."

The room broke into more laughter as Adam observed everyone with keen curiosity.

"Son, those women aren't real. They're characters in a children's cartoon," Scott explained through jovial breaths as he wiped away a tear.

The young man lifted an eyebrow. "Cartoon." His eyes suddenly jumped in understanding. "Do you mean comics?"

"Well, not exactly. They're like…animated comics," his uncle Kevin explained to which Adam mouthed "Oh" and nodded in comprehension.

"Have you read Superman?" Adam asked eagerly.

Leslie's and Kevin's mouths dropped open.

"How did you know…?" he trailed off.

"Superman is my sister's favorite superhero," Leslie interjected, her face crumpled in bittersweet joy.

The young man smiled. "Yes, Mother would share those stories with me at bedtime when I was a child."

The room went quiet. Everyone stopped to ponder that Marlena in fact was still alive and that they were speaking with her son, live and in the flesh. Someone finally cleared their throat.

"Come into the kitchen, Adam," Catherine coaxed. "I need to know everything; Marlena's life, where you live, how you grew up…everything," she stated with purpose swiping at her tears as she wrapped an arm around his waist. "Are you hungry?"

Adam opened his mouth to reply when Scott interrupted. "Honey, slow down…," he stopped and took a breath. "We need to tell the entire family. They'll be here tomorrow for the holiday weekend."

Everyone stopped and stared at one another.

"Are they even going to believe this story?" Kevin asked.

Silence.

"Sure they will Dad," Jason spoke up. "He's a Prince. Everyone knows princes tell the truth."

Adam smiled.