Quick Author's Note: Anything in Italics means they are speaking in Kryptonese.
Barry heard the gasps of shock from the Supers when the pods were opened. He suddenly felt like he was intruding on a personal family moment.
A girl, about 13 years of age, was staring at Clark and Barry. She shifted a little and watched as Kara gently lifted a brown haired baby out of the other pod. The girl looked about ready to jump out of her pod and run to the baby's defense.
Kara smiled at the young child, murmuring a soothing lullaby under her breath.
The young girl looked up at Clark, trying to determine whether he was friend or foe. Her mouth opened hesitantly.
"Who are you?" She asked. Barry frowned at the strange words.
Clark took a deep breath. He glanced briefly at Kara but she was busy with the baby.
"I-I am Kal-El." He said, wincing internally at what he knew was a terrible stab at his planet's language.
The girl's eyes widened and she seemed torn between trying to shrink farther into her pod or rushing to the baby's aid.
"No," She muttered. "That cannot be. Kal-El, he is right there." She looked toward the baby in Kara's arms.
Clark frowned, he'd missed some of the words. He knew what the girl meant, the girl he assumed to be the Kara Zor-El of this universe, but he was unsure of how to communicate with her. Sure, he'd been there when Kara (his Kara) had landed and he'd learned some from Kal X and Kara but, for some reason, it had seemed easier to communicate then. Suddenly all the Kryptonese he knew disappeared and he was left grasping for straws. It was like his mind had been cleared of all trace of Kyrptonese.
"Kara?" He turned to his cousin.
"Yeah?" She looked up.
"I-I can't really…" He gestured helplessly toward the pod with the young Kara in it.
Kara studied the situation and nodded. She walked up and knelt next to the pod, near to the young girl.
"My name is Kara." Supergirl said. "What's yours?"
The girl hesitated a little. "I am Kara Zor-El."
Kara of Earth-38 smiled. "I like your name. What's his name?" She held the child up.
"He-he is Kal-El." The young Kara said.
Kara Danvers smiled. "Here, why don't you hold him?" She placed baby Kal into his older (both actual and physical) cousin's arms.
The young Kara of Earth-1 cradled the child lovingly. She looked up. "How is he Kal-El too? He looks like Kal's father."
Supergirl laughed. "He does look a lot like his father. Not exactly, but very similar."
The girl smiled, albeit a little nervously. "Why are you here?"
"You mean why did we help you down to this planet?" Supergirl clarified. When young Kara had nodded, the elder replied shortly, "We knew you were coming."
"How?"
The more experienced Kara paused, wondering how much she should say now. Kara Zor-El of Earth-1 would certainly have to know everything soon but not at that very minute. "It's very complicated and right now I think we should eat something, I'm famished."
Young Kara Zor-El hesitated.
"We don't want to hurt you," Kara Zor-El Danvers assured the young alien. "We will protect you, I promise. You and Kal-El."
The girl's gaze flickered from the woman in front of her to the man now standing a few feet away next to another dark haired man. She was scared. She was on a new planet and was not sure whether or not she should trust the man who looked eerily like her cousin's father and the blonde woman who reminded her of her own mother.
Barry and Clark had watched this exchange with awe and respect. At first Kara's Kryptonese had been a little hesitant but it had grown as the two conversed.
Barry had caught both of the alien's names, Kara Zor-El and Kal-El. These were Kara and Clark's doppelgangers on Eath-1.
Clark had caught most of the conversation and he was feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt for simply dumping Kara off with the Danvers. He'd apologized profusely about just leaving her there to which Kara, being Kara, had simply said that it all worked out and that she didn't blame him because he had Lois and a job and Superman duties to deal with but he still couldn't forgive himself for that, now more than ever.
"Will you come with us?" Kara asked her younger version. "Both of you need food and a place to sleep."
The Kryptonian youth seemed at a loss. She had no clue what she should do and she wished her mother and father were there to help and guide her.
"El mayarah." The youngest Danvers said softly.
The last female Kryptonian of Barry's universe looked up, a little surprised. Yes, she had seen her family's coat of arms displayed on both the newcomer's chests and, at first, she had felt rage at seeing it and then fear for a reason she couldn't pin down and now…
"Kara Zor-El, I promise that I will protect you and I will be with you." Kara Danvers bit her lip, unsure of how the young teenager would react.
After what seemed longer than Kara Danvers' time in the Phantom Zone, young Kara Zor-El spoke. "I and Kal-El with go with you. We place our lives in your hands."
Supergirl smiled. She doubted that, should something happen that shook the girl's mind, the young Kara and baby Kal-El would disappear as young Kara would try to get her cousin to safety but she was touched that she would trust strangers so willingly. (Although at the same time, she was a little worried and made a mental note to tell young Kara about stranger danger.)
"Kal?" Kara stood up and turned to her cousin. "They're going to come with us."
Barry smiled. Clark stepped forward, ready to help in any way possible.
"Come on." Kara reached out a hand for young Kara.
The young girl stepped gingerly out of the pod, baby Kal still in her arms.
"Can Kal take you?" Supergirl asked.
Young Kara looked hesitantly at Clark, who was smiling warmly. Slowly she nodded.
"Would you like to take Kal-El with you or do you want me to bring him?" Supergirl asked next.
"I will take him, if you do not mind." Young Kara said.
Supergirl nodded. "That's fine. Now, you go ahead with Kal - er - Clark. He'll take you two somewhere safe. There are people there who will help you. They're my friends."
Young Kara nodded.
A minute later only Kara Danvers of Earth-38 and Barry Allen were standing together in the desert.
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