Kara was panicking and could not figure out what to do with Mon-El. He lay in the cell, unconscious, other creatures that were similar to what had attacked Mon-El were around him. Kara was scared. Her last encounter with a Black Mercy was not a pleasant one and should her sister have not been there, it would have ended badly.
-Meanwhile-
Mon-El woke up in a room, red light shining through a window. He had never seen the area before, but knew that the décor were not just of Daxam, but Krypton and even Earth as well. He slowly climbed out of the bed and looked around him.
"How did you enjoy your sleep, Prince Mon-El?"
-Back to the 21st century-
Kara stared at Mon-El's body as it lay on the floor, and felt that she should move his body over to another cell. That would be the best option. Especially since her super-hearing detected footsteps moving down hallways leading to the area.
She moved her fingers swiftly across the keypad as she tried certain combinations. Her head turning every while to check the door if it was opening. Finally, she took a deep breath before slowly remembering the passcode:
5-3-0-1-8
As she keyed it in, she heard a beep. They had reached the area. Kara hurriedly reached in, careful to allow herself not to be touched by the Black Mercies that surrounded him.
Click. The door opened and Imra strode in. She stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed that Supergirl was holding something between her arms.
As she stalked closer, she realised that Supergirl was holding an unconscious Mon-El, but what was on him shocked her.
"Did you... lock Mon-El inside the cell? With the Black Mercies?" Imra looked scared, "Why? Because you both had a fight? You wanted him to die? He loved you so much, Kara."
Kara dropped the Daxamite's body, "Imra, it's not what you -"
"Guards!" Imra yelled.
-With Mon-El (Black Mercy World)-
The Beautiful Kryptonian woman moved up to Mon-El gracefully, as Mon-El noticed that she was wearing a thin white nightdress, as she sidled up to him.
Him being confused was an understatement. He felt a mixture of emotions; shocked, slightly scared, and even in awe.
"Where are we?" Mon-El asked, walking to what he assumed was a wardrobe and pulled the doors open. Pulling out a shirt, he draped it over his shoulders and smiled at how snug it was.
"Kara" smiled at him, "Don't worry, you're safe here. You are on the Bridge between Krypton and Daxam, and our home for the past eight years."
"Eight years?" Mon-El wondered aloud as she nodded, Mon-El suddenly feeling more at ease. The "memory" returning to him.
"Oh yeah! We're married!" Mon-El's sudden "realisation" made "Kara" worry, "You okay, dear? You seem strange this morning."
"I'm fine!" Mon-El said, his expression changing from confused to happy and confident, "I just thought we were on... on... Earth!"
He struggled for the word as "Kara" suddenly changed her expression, "Earth? We grew up on Krypton and Daxam, respectively."
"No, we were fighting the... Worldkiller! B... Bl... Blight!" Mon-El stuttered, holding his head as it started to thump.
"Blight? We got rid of the three Worldkillers already! You know, Reign, Purity and Pestilence," "Kara" clarified.
"Oh... yeah..." Mon-El looked confused.
"Anyway," Mon-El turned, "Let's go for breakfast!"
"Kara" blinked, "O...kay?"
-Back with Kara-
Imra had signalled for the guards as Kara held up her arms. When armed people ran in, they looked at Supergirl and then at the creatures escaping before fleeing from the prison.
"Imra, please -" Kara was cut off.
"Enough with your -"
"AAAH!" A shriek emanated throughout the room, bouncing off the walls, causing Imra to clutch her ears shut.
When she opened her eyes and released her ears, Imra gasped as she saw a Black Mercy, attached to Supergirl's chest, covering the huge 'S' symbol.
-Black Mercy World-
Kara awoke with a start as she saw an unfamiliar room, a familiar figure standing in front of her. She squinted against the light, his smell wafting into her nose as she breathed it in.
"Anyway," Mon-El seemed to turn, "Let's go for breakfast!"
Kara was baffled, unsure of what to make of this strange but oddly familiar situation. She was sure that she had eaten her breakfast and that it was near lunchtime. Confused, she blinked, "O...kay?"
She knew something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. As Mon-El walked, she followed suit. He did not make any sense. Kara also realised something. A red sun hung in the sky! She was on Krypton... or Daxam. Mon-El walked around the huge castle-mansion, where he entered what looked to be a kitchen, which looked familiar.
They sat down as Mon-El asked the House of El's Kryptonian robot, Kelex to serve some food that she could not seem to make out. She decided that it was not Kryptonian, but a Daxamite dish. Mon-El turned towards her, smiling.
"Are you okay, Kara?" Mon-El questioned. Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of white light as she saw flashes of a room - some Black Mercies and an unconscious Mon-El - that she was standing in. A brunette held a gun facing her (A/N: She did, but I just didn't write it in), at the same time, she was yelling for guards.
Kara looked up, squinting at the red light again. Her eyes were not used to it anymore. Her head ached as she felt Mon-El's hand slide onto hers. She pulled it away, using her hand to grab her throbbing head. Mon-El looked concerned. Kara felt a knot tie in her stomach. Something was strange.
Her head began to swim as "memories" filled her head. Unsure of what the flash of light was, Kara simply stated, "I'm fine, I just... feel that something is off."
"Didn't you just convince me that everything was fine?" Mon-El questioned, as Kelex arrived with the food, placing the platters on the table in front of them.
Kara rubbed her head, "Yeah, I guess I did."
She dug into the meal, and her suspicions of it being a Daxamite dish was confirmed, she had never eaten a dish like this on Krypton before. She took a deep breath, her tense body relaxing. She suddenly had a calmer state of mind, as she focused on the exquisite taste of the meal. The Daxamite angel in front of her smiled as she decided it would be best to just enjoy this perfect life that she had.
Just then, a few figures walked in, "Mind if we join in the feast?"
Kara's eyes began to tear up, although she was unsure of why. Her Earth family, consisting of Jeremiah, Eliza, Alex and even Maggie, both women linking hands with a young boy, entered. Next, Alura In-Ze, Zor-El, Astra, Non, Jor-El,Lara Lor-Van and a young boy, Kal-El walked in. They were followed by Mon-El's family, who finally entered, Queen Rhea and King Lar Gand. They moved to take their seats, as if they were already familiar with the place. "Alex" sat opposite Kara, and slid her hand over her sister's, "We adopted this young boy and came through the portal to meet you."
Kara smiled, "remembering" Alex's adoption. They all dug into the meal, enjoying the peaceful, perfect moment that was now. Kara savoured the food, enjoying every sip and every bite.
When they were finished, Kara smiled as Mon-El asked for the dishes to be cleared. Everyone was in a state of calmness. No peril happening anywhere. Alex went into Kara's room to hang out with her sister, and Kara obliged. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, after all(A/N: In the Black Mercy reality as well.).
Kara spent some time "reminiscing" about the past with "Alex", as they laughed and smiled. Then, her Earthen family had to return to their planet, and so they parted ways. The leaders of Krypton and rulers of Daxam, on the other hand, stayed aboard the "Bridge" between the two worlds, as Kara started to wonder when the two rival planets had made up. She was unsure of what was real and not real anymore as she immersed herself in this perfect world, her wondrous surroundings, taking in everything; the sights, the sounds, the tastes, the feels and the smells. Every inch of her body felt great.
Mon-El loved the experience here on the Bridge. Everything was perfect, even Kara. They were extremely happy and Mon-El was glad to have the girl he loved in his arms. Kara was his one true love, and the two planets, Krypton and Daxam making up was his dream come true. It was great, too good to be true. But if it were a dream, he wouldn't be able to think up such a perfect world, would he? He pinched himself and confirmed that he could feel the pain, as well as the fact that he was wide awake.
Kara had found Mon-El, relaxing in his room, reading a book. He squinted, as if he did not understand what it said. Kara moved slowly up to him, sliding her arms onto his shoulders. He arched his head back and grinned at her, as Kara realised what Mon-El was reading was a Kryptonese book, with some random writing in black at the side, some Kryptonese, some Daxamese (A/N: The same language but different dialect).
Kara started, "Thou shall not awaken..."
"...in the hands of the nightmarish dream," Mon-El finished, reading the Daxamese text.
"What does that mean?" Mon-El wondered aloud, throwing a sidelong glance at Kara. She shrugged, before bending over, holding her head in pain.
Kara groaned in pain, the blinding white light seemed to flash in front of her again. This time, she saw herself on the planet Krypton, a woman, Alex, claiming to be her sister. Alura sentenced her to banishment. Banishment to the Phantom Zone. Alex was frightened and sad, tears flowing down her eyes as Kara denied her knowledge of Alex. Guards had grabbed Alex, who was fighting to get closer to her sister. She was sobbing. The word 'Supergirl' snapped her out of her state of mind, as she hugged her parents, who did not allow her to leave. Kara then fought back, reaching for Alex's hand...
A flash of white light again. Something was truly amiss. Otherwise, she wouldn't have strange visions like this. Another blinding light, this time, Kara was on Earth, her loft, when she heard a sound at the balcony. She walked towards it, opening it. Then, something seemed to attack her.
Mon-El had placed a hand on the groaning Kara's shoulders. He looked genuinely concerned, as Kara took a deep breath. Those are not real, she told herself, only this is. She lifted her head, smiling at Mon-El, which led him to heave a sigh of relief. His Kryptonian princess was fine. Kara still felt a knot in her stomach, a gut feeling that something was wrong. Then it struck her.
A Black Mercy.
The Kryptonian creature that made you dream up a perfect world, but in the process crush your chest, until you had died. The creature she had feared for a long time. She had to warn Mon-El.
He had turned to walk out, but had stopped short upon hearing Kara's ragged breathing, immediately rushing over, resting her head on his shoulder. Kara gasped, "Mon-El, wake up."
He did not understand, immediately asking, "What's wrong? Everything okay?"
"Mon-El... Black Mercy... not real... wake up..." Kara stammered, as Mon-El looked at her.
Kara was panting, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. She was scared. Traumatised. She didn't dare look at him while she said those words, for fear that he might lash out at her.
He frowned, "Guards!"
Three soldiers ran into the room, as Mon-El commanded, "Take her to the rulers. She's an impostor!"
Kara cried out in fear, as she felt herself being towed away into the hallways. She yelled, screaming about the Black Mercy influence.
As she was brought before the council consisting of her mother, father, Rhea and Lar Gand, she sobbed. At one corner, Mon-El gripped Kal's hand tightly. Slowly, her real memories flowed in like a river. She knew that she was not in the real world, but a made-up one.
"You are guilty of being either an impostor of Kara Zor-El, or you, Kara Zor-El, are a traitor to Krypton and Daxam. Lying about a Black Mercy is not tolerated here," Alura recited off a card.
"Have you anything to say?"
Kara thought, I have to help Mon-El, as Alex helped me the first time.
She turned towards Mon-El, whispering, "Wake up."
"You aren't real. None of this but Mon-El and I are. We are under a Black Mercy's influence. I am the current, only known survivor of one."
"No one survives a Black Mercy, you're lying."
"i was born on Krypton and sent to Earth at the age of 13. I was adopted by a family, the Danvers. Kal-El, Clark Kent, Superman, is my cousin. He is the hero of Metropolis on Earth, and was sent there as a baby. He was adopted into a family, the Kents. I have a sister, Alex, she cares for me, more than anything. I am Supergirl, hero of National City, planet Earth. I help my sister at the Department of Extranormal Operations, the D.E.O., and you're the leader of the Legion."
"Legion?" Mon-El questioned, a look of curiosity and knowledge in his face. He just needed a push.
"I am Kara Zor-El of Krypton, Kara Danvers of planet Earth, and Supergirl of planet Earth. You are Prince Mon-El of Daxam, Mike Matthews of planet Earth, head of the Legionnaires."
Mon-El blinked, it worked! He ran towards her, wanting to embrace her, but someone pushed him back. Kara screamed, using her laser vision, pushing the guard off of Mon-El. They ran towards each other, a brilliant flash of light...
Mon-El jerked awake with a start. He looked around, and caught sight of Kara's unconscious body in another cell, surrounded by Legion guards. He observed for a while, and Kara awoke as well, looking around in surprise. Mon-El listened, "Kara Zor-El, you are under arrest for kidnapping Mon-El."
Mon-El hit the glass of the cell, causing Imra to turn around, smiling at him. Mon-El frowned, "Kara saved me from the Black Mercy. She herself was affected."
Knowing that it was no use arguing with Mon-El, they backed off, Imra bowing her head apologetically, letting them both out of their cells.
They embraced each other, tears forming in Kara's eyes. Then, Mon-El pulled Kara in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate as they enjoyed it, savouring every moment. They never wished to part from each other as their lips were pressed against each other.
