When the world wasn't ending, Claire often found herself in the company of J'onn Jonnz. Before she resented the green Martian, J'onn would often take his goddaughter on trips to the beach on a bright sunny day or teaching her the history of his planet in his quiet living room. There was a certain feeling that was associated with it for Claire, along with the smell of his antique leather sofa and the pot of mint tea he always seemed to be boiling on the stove top.

"Can you hear me?"

Claire is awoken by J'onn and for the first time since her failed attempt at battle, her vision wasn't blurred or doubled. She couldn't tell what time it was, the curtains were closed and the florescent lights were dimly lit for her pounding headache that came with the head injury. She wasn't sure where she was, but it looked like some version of the DEO, one that she had seen before in pictures.

Claire was taken aback by the young looking J'onn in front of her, and she realized now just how well he had aged over the years. He was sitting on a chair by her bedside, one leg crossed over the other and a book on his lap. Claire tried to make out the title but then realized it wasn't in English. She gave up and sank deeper into the pillows that encompassed her aching body.

"I'm J'onn," he set the book aside on a nearby table and leaned in closer to Claire's bed. "We rescued you yesterday from the fight at Taco Bell. That alien really did a number on you, it's a miracle you even survived."

"Well," Claire laughed sarcastically. "That's the thing about me I guess, I'm just too stubborn to die."

"We had to give you two blood transfusions. One was human A+ and the other, well, we had Supergirl give you a transfusion of her Kryptonian blood."

Claire's mouth went dry as her brain tried to accept the new information. It had all been a blur, she thought she remembered being rocked off to sleep high above the clouds, just like her mother would do when Claire was a child. She had a vague memory of telling someone her alien identity so they could save her life, but she couldn't remember who she told it to.

"How much did I say?"

"Just that," J'onn smiled and Claire relaxed a little. "I tried to look for you in our alien databases, but I couldn't find a single thing about you. So I hope you don't mind, but I ran your blood."

"Like the police do when they're looking for a criminal?"

"I'm sorry," J'onn apologized. "But I needed to know if you were a threat to our earth."

Claire laughed. "Only when I've had too much vodka."

J'onn's look was so sincere that Claire could feel her face going a bright shade of tomato red; she had definitely read the room wrong. Underneath J'onn's book on the bedside table was a clipboard, one with only on sheet of paper on it. She had a feeling he had figured out everything, but she wasn't going to be the one to reveal it.

"The first clue to your identity I received was a match to a man living on the outskirts of town, your father."

Claire snickered and felt heat rising into her chest; even twenty-seven years before she was born her father was still trailer trash living his life at the edge of the city, probably with a recreational needle in his arm and a pipe in his hand.

"I was shocked when I got a hit on your maternal match, though. Who it was shocked me to my core and to be honest with you, I need your help telling me how it's possible."

"Look," Claire tried to wager with her godfather. "Why don't you just let me get out of this bed, I'll grab my things and I'll take off. I'll leave this room so clean you would never have known I was here. Sound good?"

J'onn crossed his arms. "Not in the slightest."

Claire sighed, knowing that pose all too well. "I need to get back to my ship, it's just a block away from Taco Bell. It's cloaked, but I really don't want some asshole teenager discovering it and using it as a vessel for fireworks or something. The fate of the world depends on you releasing me."

J'onn's expression changed and he slowly got up out of his chair. Claire remembered that puzzled look, remembered seeing it on J'onn when he couldn't figure out his next move in chess or when Lena's science went right over his head. The last time Claire had seen this face was when he had picked up Kara's body and brought it back to her house, lifeless, cold and unrecognizable.

"We detected that ship the moment it descended into the atmosphere. That's why we were so close to the trouble you tried to stop. I ordered the ship to be taken back here to the DEO so it could be dismantled and examined for possible threats."

Claire's jaw dropped and she weakly grabbed the pillow from behind her head and threw it at J'onn. It missed by a longshot. "You took apart my fucking ship!"

"I had to, it's protocol."

"You idiot!" Claire hissed. "You've just doomed the whole world! Now I'm stuck here in this stupid year with you stupid people! I'm now doomed to live through 2020 and watch my mother die all over again!"

Claire couldn't understand the rage she was feeling and thought she could feel tears welling in her eyes, although they weren't. A stream of electric blue laser pulsed from her eyes and fried a blooming upright daisy that sat in its homemade ceramic pot across from her. J'onn was both amazed and appalled at Claire's sudden outburst.

"You're from the future then?" J'onn relaxed a little, feeling a bit better about everything he had read on the chart.

"Yes," Claire admitted, seeing no way out of this. Her ship was destroyed and so was her life. She supposed she just had to accept what her life was now and what it was going to be. "An asteroid is hurdling towards earth and it will wipe out the planet. The only way to stop it was to throw a stone that contained Larmatte at it, and it could only be found in 2018 after Reign built her fortress."

"The stone in the gym bag makes sense now," J'onn added, deep in thought. "But if you had it, why didn't you just get back into the ship right away?"

Claire sighed, embarrassed of her actions. "Aunt Alex wanted a chicken burrito from Taco Bell."

J'onn placed his head in his hands and sighed; clearly not all that much had changed with Alex in the future. He looked back to the chart, that puzzled look on his face.

"Who else knows?" Claire asked in a whisper.

"Just me, and I think we should keep it that way."

"I can't see her," Claire mumbled, her eyes making contact with the stark white sheet that covered the lower half of her body. "It's too painful."

J'onn smiled meekly and sat back down with his new Kryptonian acquaintance. "You look a lot like her, it's hard not to notice. I know you said she was dead in your time, and I can't ask you questions as I don't want to damage the future timeline of the universe, but I hope the world finds a hero with you when we fix your ship."

Hope swelled in Claire's chest as she managed a small smile. "Really? You'll fix my ship?"

J'onn patted Claire on the shoulder and looked her deep in the eyes. "For Kara's daughter, anything."

For the first time in a decade, Claire felt as if she could hug the green Martian. Instead, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

It wasn't even half an hour later that J'onn woke Claire from her sleep with bad news. Her ship had already been completly destroyed and would have to be built from scratch. She threw another pillow at J'onn this time, it hit her target in the chest. He had let her be to gather her thoughts and to let the rage boil out of her body.

Claire hadn't felt this angry since the breakup with her boyfriend. She had seen it coming, it was inevitable, but the way it had happened had surprised her. Just like this.

She pictured Lena telling her everything was going to be okay, that they would find a solution. But there wasn't one. Not now, and not ever. Lena had a way with Claire even when Kara and Alex had run out of ideas. From a young age Claire's anxiety had plagued her mind and heart, subjecting her to feel as if someone had swung a wrecking ball through her chest. Lena would sit her on the couch and instead of trying to help her through it with the normal deep breaths and slow breathing, Lena would make a cup of tea and talk about anything but the anxiety.

Right now, that was what Claire needed.

"Hey,"

A soft knock sounded at the door and Claire's head swung up out of her thoughts. For the first time in over a decade, she looked into the eyes of her mother. To Claire, she was visibly younger and the strain of motherhood and not yet plagued her eyes with wrinkles or tiredness. She looked happy, not that she didn't after Claire had been born but here it was a different kind of happiness.

She walked across the room with strength and bravery, of calm and of cool. She looked Claire into the eyes, the same eyes that had been passed down from the Zorel's for generations, and took the hand that was still attached to the IV on the pole.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, and the air left Claire's lungs. It had been forever since she had heard the caring voice and she wanted to savour this moment, but she knew she couldn't. It had to end, and Kara had to leave before she felt the ache in her heart come creeping back.

"Fine, thanks for the blood."

She hadn't meant to come across as ungrateful, but the wounded look in Kara's face told Claire that she had. "I mean," Claire stammered. "Thanks for saving my life."

Kara sat down, reading the room wrong. Claire didn't want to talk to her, it was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to get home to her time, no matter how upside down it seemed now. She wanted to save the world, get into her sweatpants and eat herself into a food coma with endless amounts of Teryaki Udon.

"I have to ask," Kara seemed to whisper, unsure of who would hear her. "I don't understand how you're half Kryptonian. As far as I know, my cousin and I were the only ones who left Krypton before it died."

When Claire was young and still in the market for bedtime stories, Kara had made up a pretty good one to make her feel like there was nothing wrong with being a half-breed.

"My mother, was a Kryptonian," Claire started, not really telling a lie. "When your planet was dying, and I'm presuming before you were sent here, she was sent to earth secretly by her father. He was awaiting a trial for a crime that my mother believed he didn't commit. He helped her into a pod late at night and sent her off in search of a better life. She came here, settled in, and fell in love with the man she worked with at the grocery store,"

Kara was buying it, Claire could tell by her half smile. She continued.

"They met in the produce section. He was in charge of carrots and she was in charge of the different kind of onions. They established a friendship and overtime, they developed a relationship. They got married, had me, and tried to live happily ever after," Claire paused for dramatic effect and also to create a lie; the story never went past happily ever after. "Mom got sick shortly after she had me and there was nothing they could do to save her. My father turned to drugs and I was raised by his sister, my Aunt Allie."

"I'm sorry," Kara whispered. "I lost my Mom too, I know how you must be feeling."

"Oh, I don't think you know what I'm feeling."

Kara blew out a sigh, trying to process the information she had gathered. "And to think there was another Kryptonian walking around on this earth the whole time! I wonder why she never came forward."

"She wanted a normal life, something that she didn't have to hide." Claire said, secretly talking about herself.

"When do you head back?" Kara asked, an idea in her mind.

"Oh, probably not for another couple of weeks. I don't really know what I'm doing here, looking for a fresh start, I guess."

"Game night tonight at my place, what do you say? Alex said you should be good to go this afternoon. Meeting some new people could be just the fresh start you need."

Claire knew she was in too deep, but she also knew there was no going back now. She doubted there would be any 'new' people that she didn't already know, but nonetheless it was something to do while she was stuck in the past.

"What can I bring?"