Hi everyone! Welcome to my first Supergirl fanfiction! I absolutely love Karamel, and am peeved to this day what the writers have done to them. Though this fic starts out quite angsty, its intended to be more of an action drama, but I have to deal with the reality of both Kara and Mon-El's emotions. Cat Grant is also back at Catco, as I think its a crime to not have her in the show!

Also an unrelated sidenote: I've written this with a sprained shoulder (rock climbers unite!), so if there are more than an acceptable amount of spelling errors, its because I'm typing with one hand. Please make a note of anything I may have missed, and I'll fix them.

Chapter 1: New Worlds

She didn't have a clue how long she had been standing there. The sobs that had erupted as she watched his pod soar into space had long since stopped, but she couldn't bring herself to move. Moving would mean that she would have to acknowledge that tomorrow she was going to have to wake up without him next to her. Without cuddling into his warm body, and peering into his crystal grey eyes. Eyes like comets. As Mon-El liked to say.

Some time ago Alex had appeared in front of her, but even then Kara hadn't moved. Alex wrapped her arms around her tightly, promising that somehow the alien girl would be okay, but she just stood frozen – leaving her sisters hug un-reciprocated as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. The brunette had tried to nudge her, force eye contact, even against her better judgment tried to dragged her off the field on which her feet were planted – but Kara was stuck in her daze of sorrow, refusing to acknowledge the existence of the other woman.

"I'll be back soon" Alex whispered, giving her a tight squeeze around the shoulders, before disappearing into a work vehicle.

It must have been hours ago. The sun was starting to set, and she was suddenly overcome with the memory of Mon-El's first sunset on earth. He had been so ecstatic, like a child. The earths yellow sun made the sunset look unlike anything he would have seen on Daxam, They hadn't been dating yet, but in his excitement he had wrapped her up in a big bear hug and begged that she would fly them to the roof of a skyscraper so they could get a better look. She had rolled her eyes, but smiled brightly, remembering her first sunset on earth, and happily grabbed a hold of him - sending them both soaring into the sky. Together they sat on the edge of Catco's roof, talking and laughing. It was the first time she hadn't found herself annoyed with the Daxamite. Maybe it was even when she first started to like him.

A choked sob escaped her mouth, and she quickly lifted her hand to her mouth, as if catching the sound would bury it back inside her.

"Excuse me, Supergirl," A hesitant voice roused her from thoughts. "Are you okay?"

Kara turned to look at the young woman who had daringly placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, breaking her motionless stance for the first time in hours. Fresh tears pooled into her eyes, and made her way down her cheeks.

"No." She said simply, as she began to turn and walk away. After a few steps, she turned back over her shoulder and said "If you care about Supergirl at all, please keep this to yourself."

The women nodded, her blue glasses sliding down her nose ever so slightly. "Of course, I won't tell anyone."

"Thank you" Kara whispered, her voice sounding weaker than she ever thought possible, before she turned and leaped into the sky.

OUTER SPACE:

Mon-El breathed in deeply, the tightness in his chest had evaporated almost as immediately as he passed through the earths atmosphere. A wave of relief washed through his body, followed almost instantly by a tide of grief. Kara. His Kara. The look on her face when he kissed her and said goodbye flashed before his eyes. He was the reason her face looked like that. Mon-El squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the tears that were still springing into his eyes deep into his skin with his fingers. Another deep shaky breathe and Mon-El looked around the galaxy, as he absently fiddled with the necklace she had given him just moments before.

"It will keep you safe" she promised, pressing what was once one of her most cherished items into his hands. His breath shuddered. How was he ever going to be able to do this without her?

"Where am I even supposed to go now?" He said to himself, as his pod continued to coast through the galaxy. There were no planets to be seen. He knew the galaxy well, having spent most of his waking life on Daxam, but wasn't sure the current state of many planets. After he had heard that both Daxam and Krypton had been destroyed, he had just naively assumed Earth would be his home forever and never bothered to learn the state of the galaxy that once had mapped his mind.

He sighed, and was about to check to see if the ships navigation might be able to help him, when what appeared to be a worm hole appeared in from of him.

"What the..." He gasped, quickly grabbing hold of the steering wheel, in attempt to move away from the wormhole which was getting closer by the second. Almost as immediately as he tried to steer away, the force of the wormhole grabbed hold of his ship and sucked him into the unknown vortex.

"Well, I hope they aren't evil" Mon-El said aloud to himself, as he leaned to look through his window as if it could help him see what was on the other side of the empty space.

Back on earth:

Kara flew, the wind blowing through her blonde hair gently as she breathed in the fresh air around her. The sun had long set, stars now blanketing the city. As she flew, she glanced up to the sky, wondering if one of those stars was actually her love, on his way to discover a new life on another world.

Her heart ached in her chest as she turned the corner around a building, looking down on the people below. A quiet sense of calm had come over the city, the kind that tends to bring people together only after disaster strikes. She had been watching from a distance, admiring how humans always seemed to be able to turn a dire situation into something beautiful. She turned another corner, finally coming to face the open window of her apartment.

Normally she just flew right in, as quick as possible to avoid being seen by any potential onlookers. Today however was anything but normal. She slowly approached, hand gently reaching out to touch the window pain. He had left the light on. Again. How many times a day did she have to remind him to turn the damn light off.

Had it really only been yesterday morning that she had woken wrapped in his arms, still full of hope that they would be able to concur Rhea and her followers?

Flashback:

Kara let out a sleepy content moan, as she rolled over onto her back, the sun gently blazing through her window and onto her skin. Against her better judgment, she cracked open one eye and looked slowly around the room.

"Hey." A voice next to her said gently, his hand caressing her side from where it was casually draped over her abdomen. Upon hearing his voice, both her blue eyes sleepily fluttered open as she rolled her body into his chest. Mon-El dropped a kiss to her hairline, arms coming to wrap her in a tight bear hug.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, tightening his grasp around her. They certainly hadn't got a lot of sleep – maybe three hours at most. Around 4 AM J'onn had insisted that even aliens needed sleep, and forced the two hero's to leave the DEO and get some rest. The two had been hesitant to comply, worried what Rhea might do to their city while they slept, but now that they were here she wanted to savour every moment. The sun beaming in hit his hair perfectly, almost making him appear to glow in the morning light.

"Pretty good actually" She smiled into him, wishing they could stay here for the rest of the day, that all their problems would just evaporate. "You?"

Silence met her question, and she looked up to see watery grey eyes.

"I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself for this Kara." He shuddered a shaky exhale against her.

"Forgive yourself for what, Mon-El?"

"If I hadn't sent out that distress call none of this would be happening. The fact that the place you love is dying is my fault." Kara pulled back from him, breaking the embrace he had around her before pushing him onto his back and moving to sit straddling his hips. Her fingers curled gently against his chest, as she paused, thinking carefully before spoke her next words.

"It's not your fault Mon-El..." She paused again, her lips pressing together as she tilted her head in thought. "I know how you feel, there have been so many missions, where I've thought to myself, if I just did that one thing differently, this wouldn't have happened. Those people would be safe. This criminal wouldn't be loose...but and the end of the day, criminals are responsible for their own actions, not you. Not me. If Rhea wasn't here she'd probably be off terrorizing some other planet."

"I know, but-" His voice caught in his throat, his grey eyes bearing intensely into her blue ones. Kara truly understood now why he had lied about his identity, if her mother was as evil as Rhea she too would have done everything in her control to cut all ties. She smiled softly, fingers brushing his hair before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His hands naturally came to her hips as she slowly shifted her position from sitting, to lying firmly pressed against his body. Their lips moved together, slowly and tenderly, each movement bringing them closer to the other. His thumbs massaged her hips through the hem of her shirt, as he pressed his hips gently into hers. Mon-El softly caught her bottom lip between his, pulling it ever so slightly and Kara sighed contently into his mouth. Her hands moved to his biceps as she pulled away from him, breaking their already heated kiss. Outside their peaceful cocoon, she could hear the early morning terror the people of National City were experiencing.

"We should probably get going." She said apologetically. Mon-El nodded, an arm coming around her shoulders as he sat up, taking her with him. Kara wrapped her arms around him, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder as they sat in their embrace. Neither wanted to move, to stay safe in their room, but hero's always made the sacrifice.

END FLASHBACK

Kara swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, as her eyes continued to sweep the apartment. His sweater lay haphazardly on the couch. The blanket they cuddled under on was crumpled on the floor. The dishes they hadn't had time to do in the weeks chaos lay abandoned in the sink. His copy of Romeo and Juliet was on the coffee table. There was no way she could go in there, she decided abruptly, before turning and flying away. She wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet, didn't want their pressing or questions. All Kara Zor-El wanted in this moment was to be left alone, so she flew without any clue as to where she would end up.

OUTER SPACE:

Mon-El cluched the side of his seat, desperately – the speed of his pod accelerating from the force of the wormhole with every second. Suddenly he broke through the atmosphere, a planet that appeared to be earth coming into view. Instinctively he placed his hand on his chest, expecting the toxic lead of the earth to take him immediately. Shocked when the pain never came Mon-El, grabbed the steering wheel, bracing himself as his pod barrelled forcefully toward the earth.

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