Kryptonite and Prejudice

Chapter 1
Partiers and snobs

„Who would have thought: a boy from Daxam and a girl from Krypton –working together."
"Why? Is it because you come from a planet of partiers?"
"No, because you come from a planet of snobs."
She tried to look mad, but she couldn't help laughing. He laughed along, but soon put on a serious face.
"I'm in your hands, Kara", Mon-El said and he meant it. She smiled and nodded before she exited the room. He stared after her, confused. He couldn't help feeling a little disgust at the idea of working with a Kryptonian – he was raised that way. At the same time he was really excited at the prospect of getting out and kicking some ass. He decided to get to training again, so he might be able to show off a little in their first one on one session.

The next morning he was woken up by some soft fabric being thrown on his face and the familiar voice of a certain Supergirl.
"Rise and shine, partyboy, we'll be late for work!" she sung.
He picked up the pile of clothes she had thrown on his face and slowly sat up. Blinking, he looked at the garments in his hand. "What is this?"
"This, my man from the sky, is your new identity as a human. Congratulations, you are now an intern at CatCo. Worldwide Media," Kara said and smiled proudly.
"Slow down there, smarty pants, I only understood half of that. I'm a lantern at what?" he asked, annoyed about being ripped so brutally from his well-deserved sleep.
"Not a lantern, idiot, an intern. At the biggest newspaper and media empire in town: CatCo. Worldwide," she stated, with barely less pride than the first time. "Now put this on!"
He took a closer look at the clothes and felt repelled. He was sure to look awful in those. And Kara was still wearing her supergirl outfit. "How come you get to go out like that and I have to wear" – and he actually wrinkled his nose at the plaid shirt he was holding up – "this."
"I don't get to go like this," she said and was gone with a swish and within seconds stood again in front of him, only that she was wearing glasses and very conservative earth clothes. "I'm just that much faster than you," she said, grinning.
"Fine," he grumbled and got up from under the blanket. Kara quickly turned around, embarrassed, when she realised he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
Mon-El grinned sheepishly. "What's wrong, Zor-El, haven't seen anything like this before?" he asked while starting to get dressed. Kara's embarrassment now mixed with anger and her face reddened. "I…have. It's just nothing I care to see, when it's you!" she huffed.
"Relax, I was only joking. Sheesh, you can turn around now, it's safe."
Kara turned around, looking a little surprised. He looked oddly handsome in those nerdy clothes. She looked him up and down, which made him a little self-conscious. "Oh God, it's that bad, is it?" he sighed. Quickly, realising she had been staring, she replied: "Oh no, no. It's fine, you look fine… It's just, that… um… something's missing!" she saved herself by carefully fitting the extra pair of glasses she had brought along on his nose. "There you go! Much better" she said after taking a step back.

He was surprised how busy the streets of metropolis were during day time. The only time he had seen anything of this world had been when Winn had taken him out for what he'd call a drink or two. The streets had been much emptier then and people had seemed more relaxed. Now they seemed to be bustling about, not noticing anyone but themselves in rivers of humans. He already missed Daxam all the time, but being in the DEO amongst people who worked with the other worlds every day, he hadn't felt as out of place as he felt now. On Daxam, everybody took care of each other. Everybody cared for their fellow Daxamites. Hell, his PRINCE gave his own life to save that of a palace guard. Here, he felt lonely. Kara turned around to him, giving him an annoyed look. "Come on, we're going to be late! – In fact, why don't you hold on, I'll speed us there!" Before he could respond she had grabbed him and within seconds they were in an alley next to a tall building. It had felt nauseating and wonderful at the same time – nauseating, because this had been way faster than he could take – wonderful, because he had, in fact, held on tightly to a certain Kryptonian who felt warm and soft and, to his surprise, smelled like heaven.
"You know, you could let go now," Kara stated before starting to brush off her clothes and straightening out her hair.
"Fine," he said starting to fumble a little helplessly at his own clothes, "but let's do that again sometime soon. It was fun!"
"Really? I thought you looked a little green.. well, let's roll!" She started towards the busy street and turned right into the big building that said CatCo. Worldwide Media. They walked into a very small room and just stood there, doors closed. Kara pressed a button. He was about to say something witty when the doors opened and a room full of busy looking people was revealed.
"Welcome to CatCo, Mr. Cobb" Kara grinned.
"What did you just call me?"
She sighed. "We've been over this. Your name is Bob Cobb, you're a distant relative of mine from Smallville, Kansas and you want to see what it's like working in a big city," she hissed quietly at him.
"Y'ok, no need to get all bitchy, this is all new for me, remember. Now where are the cats?" he asked.
"The what now?" Kara blinked at him, confounded.
"The cats! CatCo? I thought we'd be working with cats!"
Kara rolled her eyes. "You really need to learn not to take everything so literally. There will be no cats, the founder of this company is called Cat Grant – that's why it's called CatCo. You'll mostly be making coffee and trying to blend in! Come on, I'll introduce you to our boss!"

When they entered the big office, a man with dark skin smiled happily at Kara, greeting her, and then started to muster him.
"You must be Mon-El," he said. Mon-El looked at Kara, confused.
"He knows?"
"Yes, James is a good friend." Both James and Mon-El didn't seem too happy about that sentence. James, however, held out his hand to Mon-El anyway.
"Nice to meet you, Bob." He said and grinned.
"Good to meet you, too, Mr. …?"
"Olsen. It's James Olsen. You can call me James though, when we're alone."
"Great. Well, good to meet you, James! Kara, can we go now? I feel like theirs is still a lot you need to show me," he said nonchalantly. He saw James' eyes narrow and quickly added, "bye James." Before dragging Kara out of his office.
"What was that about?" she asked when they were outside.
"That? What? No, it's just... I feel like there's so much to learn that I didn't wanna waste time with smalltalk."
"Well, you could be a little nicer to James, he let you work here without any skills whatsoever," she berated him.
"No skills? You wound me, Kryptonian, you just haven't explored them yet," he sneered.
Kara blushed at the suggestive undertone.
"Exploring will have to wait, for now I just need you to keep your head down and not cause any trouble," she answered quickly.
"Ugh, I'm bored already!"
In that exact moment, Kara's watch started buzzing. "Well, it's about to get interesting," she said and sped into the nearest closet with him.
"It sure is!" he replied but Kara didn't hear him, seeing as she had already sped away and returned in full Supergirl gear in the meantime. She handed him a suit similar to hers. "Here, put this on! I'll be back in five for you!" With a swoosh, she was gone.
He changed into the tight suit quickly and waited. He felt something grab him and a few nauseating seconds later he was back in the DEO standing next to a distressed looking Supergirl.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"We have a hostage situation in a café at 14th and Concord Lane," Alex, who had just joined them replied. "Winn is in there."
"We need to get there. Fast!" Kara shouted and grabbed Mon-El.
"We? Kara you can't take him, we haven't run enough tests and he has no experience!" Alex berated her.
"Oh, he's from Daxam, he'll be fine! Now come on!" Kara dragged him outside and put both her arms around him. "Hold on, we're flying there!"
"Yess! I get to fly, I get to fly!" he chanted while he wrapped his arms tightly around her body and she took off into the sky. "OH MY GOD! THIS IS SO COOL!"
"I know, right?" She smiled.

When they arrived at the café, there had been signs of shooting, but at first look, no one seemed to be hurt. Broken glass. Kara scanned the inside. "5 armed men, one behind the counter, two aiming at the people on the floor, two standing on each side of the café aiming at the entrance. You ready?"
"Ready? What's the plan?"
"Plan? The plan is: We kick some ass!" and with that she started into the café first taking away the guns of the men guarding the hostages and throwing them outside, then going on towards one of the guys aiming at the entrance. She was so wrapped up in the action that she didn't notice the man behind the man behind the bar firing at Mon-El. She rounded them up, one by one taking away their guns and then continued to free the hostages. She hugged Wynn tightly, making sure he was ok. When she turned around proudly she saw Mon-El lying on the ground, bleeding and shaking, totally out of it.
"MON-EL!" she lunged towards him. "No, no, no, no…come on…" She carefully lifted him off the floow and sped towards Winn. "Winn, I need to go, I'll see you at the DEO!" And with that she disappeared into the sky.
"WE NEED TO GET OUT THE BULLETS! FAST!" She shouted when she arrived. She put him on the nearest table and grabbed the first thing she could find: a pair of scissors. She had already started to grab the first bullet with them when Alex shouted "Kara, what are you doing, this is not sterile."
"I don't care, Alex, he is going to die if we don't get this out. He seems to be having a similar reaction like I do with Kryptonite! Oh God, this is all my fault!" She broke down crying.
"Gimme that!" Alex said and ripped the scissors out of her sisters hand, continuing the work she had started. "There! All out! Now let's get him to the medical wing!"

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So, since the last episode had left me LONGING for some KaraxMon-El and I couldn't find ANYTHING in the whole world wide web, I just decided to take matters into my own hands and write one myself. Please be kind, English is not my native language (I'm German) and I haven't written anything in 10 years.
Constructive criticism is very welcome though, so: Please review! x