AUTHORS NOTE: Welcome to Chapter 4 my friends, thank you to everyone who took the time to review on previous chapters! I love you all dearly.

Chapter 4

Red boots hit the hardwood floor of her apartment, as she landed from her flight. Her heart was pounding so loudly in chest that the sound echoed inside her head. The false expectation that he was about to slide into the room, grooving ever so slightly as he listened to the music pouring through his headphones weighed heavily in her heart.

Kara stepped forward, her red cape swishing behind her as she moved. She approached the kitchen counter, a tray of abandoned muffins he had made before all the chaos broke out laying forgotten. Kara reached out, picking up one of the forgotten muffins. Mold. It lightly covered the surface of the baked good, and she felt her lip tremble ever so slightly. He'd made them for her, and she'd never had a chance to try them.

FLASHBACK

Kara Danvers had impeccable hearing. If she zeroed in properly could hear a paper clip dropping on the other side of the city. If she ever needed to know how someone she loved was doing all she needed to do was focus for a moment, and filter out the heartbeat of the person she was looking for among the chaos of the world.

So, when she approached her apartment, it was no surprise that she could hear Mon-El belting Gloria Gaynor before she even hit the elevator to their apartment.

Kara turned into her building, pressing the button to bring the elevator to the main floor. As she listened to Mon-El start to croon "I Will Survive." She lifted her fist to her mouth to hide her amusement as the elevator let out a beep, the doors parting for her.

"Kara dear!" A voice called. "Hold the door please."

Kara turned to see her elderly neighbour, hurriedly making her way towards her.

"Of course Mrs. Soulvini!" The blondes hand reached forward, stopping the door from closing on the lady.

"Thank you dear." She said, making her way into the cubed lift, grocery bags hanging from her wrists.

"Of course." Kara automatically reached forward and took the grocery bags from Mrs. Soulvini.

"Oh thank you dear." The elder smiled brightly.

"Not a problem." Kara answered as the elevator began to make its journey up to their floor.

"You know, I really like your new boyfriend. Mike, was it?"

"Yes it's Mike!"

"He seems like such a nice boy, and it's certainly lovely to see you happy for once."

For once? Kara's eyebrows crinkled and she opened her mouth to protest.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that Kara dear. I just meant that you're such a nice young lady, I'm glad to see you with someone that makes you happy."

"I'm glad as well." She smiled happily.

"The only thing is...that boy has been singing in your apartment for the entire day, and it's very hard to focus on things with all the noise."

Kara stifled back a laugh, as they excited the elevator and made their way to drop off the groceries in her apartment.

"I'll talk to him."

"Don't get me wrong...he's a lovely boy, and has a beautiful tenor voice, but it's very loud to listen to all day long."

"Don't worry Mrs. Soulvini, I'll take care of it." She assured the women, setting the bags of groceries down on the counter.

"Thank you dear."

"Of course, have a good evening Mrs. Soulvini." Kara smiled, exciting the women's apartment and closing the door behind her. Supergirl moved across the hall, pulling her keys out of her purse so she could enter her home. She laughed internally, hearing him sing through the closed door.

As soon as the door opened the singing stopped and her nose was overcome with the aroma of freshly baked muffins. Kara pulled off her jacket and purse, draping them both over a nearby chair.

"Hey babe." She grinned, heading into the kitchen area where he stood dressed in jeans, grey sweater and flowered apron. Mon-El reached into the oven, pulling the tray from the rack with his bare hands before placing it on the counter. As Mon-El untied the apron that was around his waist Kara pushed herself to sit on top of the counter.

"Hi." He said placing his hands on the counter on either side of her, moving his hips in between her legs.

"Hey." She repeated.

"Hello." He said dropping a kiss to her for head. Kara responded by wrapping her arms around him, pulling her body towards him so they were connected at the torso.

"How was your day?" She asked, face nuzzling into his shoulder. Mon-El brought his fingers up to her hair, twirling a blonde lock around in his hand.

"It was good," He placed a kiss on her temple. "Slept, read, made these delicious looking muffins."

"Hmm." She smirked, leaning back into his arms. Mon-El smiled at her, hands planting firmly around her back, before he moved to kiss her with fervour. Kara responded kind, hands coming to the collar of his shirt as their lips moved together.

"Mmmm, Mon-El..." She breathed into him.

"Hmmm...?"

"Which Gloria Gaynor song did you enjoy singing the most?" She spoke into his mouth, lips barely moving away from his own.

"What?" He asked, breaking away from her. Kara grunted in protest, trying to bring his face back to hers. "How did you know I was singing Gloria?"

"Mon-El, I have impeccable hearing." She smirked, trying to meet his lips one more time. He pulled away. "Also...I ran into Mrs. Soulvini on my way up..."

"Oh..." His voice dropped and the blonde smirked, hands moving to the back of his neck.

"She wants you to know that you have a beautiful tenor voice...that she could hear all day long."

"Should I go apologize?"

"You know I think what she really needs right now is some quiet..." She half smiled, bringing him close to her again. "Besides, if you go we can't do this."

Mon-El smiled against her, their noses knocking gently. "That is a very good point."

END FLASHBACK

Kara sadly put the muffin back on the counter, wondering why it was so hard to her to dispose of the baked good. It was not like she was going to eat it.

Breathing deeply, the girl stepped into their bedroom, eyeing their clothes that were still carelessly tossed onto the floor in their exhaustion just days before. She bent over, picking up the grey sweater he practically lived in, bringing it to her face. A deep inhale, and she was overcome by the scent and memory of the one she loved. Gingerly she stripped from her super suit, pulling the sweater over her head. Doused with unexplained comfort, she allowed herself to collapse into the bed that no longer felt like her own.

The blonde reached under to pillow, to pull it close so she could embrace it as she as slept. As her hands grazed the sheets, her fingers caught on the familiar crinkle of paper.

She pinched the unknown object between her fingers, bringing it out from under the covers. The paper was freshly folded, the creases delicate and intentional. Kara's heart pounded in her chest, there was only one person who could've put it there. Mon-El. Nervously she moved to open the paper. In large, clear printing the note read:

You are so beautiful.

Tears welled in her eyes as she allowed herself to sink into the mattress. Fresh sobs poured forth, and she brought her knees to her chest; arms over her face so she could breathe him in.

It was still daylight out, but Kara would give anything for this day to be over, so she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

XXX

EARTH 1

The alien was absolutely infuriating. While Barry had little experience with aliens, they were not something Mon-El was unaccustomed too. So after the first 45 minutes of fighting the weird bird man, Mon-El was annoyed. Barry was currently circling the creature, an attempt to slow his gargantuan steps. Unfortunately it appeared that the creature had the ability to slow time, making, Barry, while still unbelieving fast, struggle to create the wind barrier he was currently attempting.

Mon-El knelt on top of the sky scarper he'd leapt upon a couple of minutes ago, waiting for Barry to give him the go ahead. The alien was starting to wonder if he should jump down and help the flash, instead of just standing on the sideline. Perhaps if they combined their speeds, they would have more success. Mon-El stood up, preparing to jump down, when he heard Barry yell.

"Now!"

Mon-El acted instantly, flinging his body through the air, towards the raging alien. His arm recoiled as he approached, hoping the force of his strength combined with super speed, would knock the bird man back. His fist connected with the aliens beak, and the bird exhaled a ball of fire as he stumbled to backwards. Mon-El fell to the ground, the clothes he was wearing becoming engulfed in the flames.

"Oh geez." Mon-El heard Barry mumble.

"I need water!" Mon-El yelled, and Barry directed him to a nearby fountain without ever breaking from his run. Mon-El forced his fiery body into the air, hoping he was headed in the right direction. As he soared over one building at a time, he saw the fountain come into view and sighed in relief. In another swift leap he landed in the water, laying back to put out the flames. Onlookers started screaming at the sight of his fiery body, but Mon-El stayed calm until the fire was out, more thankful than ever for his indestructible skin. Once he could tell his clothing was no longer smouldering, he stepped out of the small pool.

"Hey how you all doing?" He casually asked the onlookers who were standing aghast, before he leapt back into the sky.

In one swift movement he landed in front of his fellow alien, who crooned a sick smile under his beak. The bird man, dropped to one knee, swiping his hands together then apart.

"Ah, the beloved Prince returns." He said, the mockery heavy in his tone. "Tell me, how does it feel to have betrayed your entire planet? Knowing your people are now left to starve under your mothers hand?"

Mon-El fumed, fists clenched at either side. Barry broke his run, coming to stand next to the Daxamite.

"This isn't working." Barry said, to Mon-El.

"How do you know who I am?" Mon-El demanded, ignoring Barry's comment.

"Because I Voltor, and I know all!" He smiled wickedly. "Just like I know by the time I'm done with your dear Kara you'll wish your mother had killed her when she'd had at chance."

In a burst of rage Mon-El spend forward, ready to take the monster out in one solid hit. As Mon-El changed the creature pulled his fist back, and connected it to Mon-El's chest where it started to glow a deep radioactive purple. Mon-El fell to the ground, wind having successfully been knocked out of him. The moment his body hit the pavement, Mon-El was back on his feet, ignoring the pain that was erupting in his chest.

"I have an idea!" Barry yelled, "Follow my lead."

Mon-El nodded, mimicking what Barry was doing.

"Go!" Barry yelled, and the two men charged the creature, each forcefully grabbing an arm and thrusting the creature backwards. Voltor growled in protest, their simultaneous movement catching him off guard, as his feet lifted off the ground.

"You haven't seen the last of me earthlings!" He yelled, turning to sneer at Mon-El. The alien inhaled, before forcefully exhaling through his beak. Through one of the nostrils of his beak he released a black string, which made its way through the air, before landing on Mon-El's forehead. The parasite curled up on aliens skin, burrowing its self in a spiral shape on his forehead. Instantly Mon-El felt his body weaken and let go of Voltor's arm, body falling through the air.

Realizing the alien was retreating Barry let go of Voltor, before zipping down to catch Mon-El right before he hit the ground.

"Hey guys, what's happened?" Cisco asked through Barry's com, communicating with them for the first time in the fight.

Barry looked down at Mon-El, whose eyes has rolled back into his head, little drops of black blood flowing from his eyes, black foam seeping from his mouth. Barry's fingers brushed the spiral Voltor had left on his friends foreheads

"I don't know he did something to him." Mon-El's body started seizing in his grasp. "He's having a seizure of some sort. I don't know guys."

"Get him back here, right now." Caitlin's voice came into his earpiece. Barry nodded to no one in particular, before grabbing Mon-El and rushing back to Star Labs.

XXX

Morning came with restless sleep, and when the sun rose Kara was already wide awake. The depression that hit her heavily the night before still weighed heavily on her chest, and Kara knew she had to make a choice.

She could lay here in bed and allow depression to take her, or she could get up and start trying to move forward.

Clearly the first wasn't an option. She pulled back the covers to reveal the note he had left her – now stained with her tears. Kara shuffled over to the mirror, checking to see how the alien induced bruise on her jawline was doing. Unlike other injuries she'd sustained it still hadn't healed, leaving a dark purple and brown bruise for everyone to see. What she would do for some cover up at the moment. Never having any sort of skin blemishes meant she wasn't prepared with anything more than tinted moisturizer.

She sighed, trying to cover it. It was no use. Perhaps she'd have to ask Alex for some tips on this. Jumping into her super-speed, she got herself ready for work. It was time to get back to the reality she had been avoiding. Kara took one last look at herself in the mirror before deciding that her attempt to conceal the bruise was completely in vain, before grabbing a cloth and clearing her face on the tinted moisturizer she'd applied. It was no use.

Kara decided she'd rather be human than alien today, and walked rather than fly, her way to Catco. As the doors to the elevator parted and she stepped into the news room a hush came over her fellow employees. People glanced at her forlornly. Kara frowned as she walked towards Snappers office, wondering if they were concerned about the bruise on her face, or if her absence at work the last couple of days had left her jobless and they were all confused at her presence in the office.

As she rounded the corner into Snappers office, she cleared her throat to gain the mans attention. The balding man stopped scribbling notes on the article he was proofing and looked up at her confused.

"Danvers." He all but grunted, "What are you doing here?"

"Well I work here." She said nervously, and the man rolled his eyes.

"Ms. Grant said you had a death in the family and would be off for a few weeks."

Kara's eyebrows crinkled together, confusion written in her eyes. Ms. Grant has said what? Why would she say something like that...unless...

"Yes...of course, it's just..." Kara stumbled awkwardly. "I took a few days off and need to get back to work. It does me no good to sit at home all day and think about it."

"Listen kid," He spoke with strong articulation, "grief is a funny thing. Some days you'll feel great, and want to move on, other days you'll not be able to get yourself out of bed. I don't want you back here before you're ready."

"I'm ready." Kara insisted, and Snapper looked at her above his glasses.

"What the hell happened to your face?"

"I was mugged." She stated the rehearsed lie she'd prepared on the way out the door this morning. Snapped looked at her suspiciously.

"Geez kid." Instead of responding Kara just looked at him, hoping that her lack of response would encourage him to move on. "Oh alright. That food place in the mall, Taste of China is putting together a special based on what Supergirl ordered in the mall the other day. Go talk to them, see how she's affected their business. The world city needs something light and fun after all this alien invasion crap."

"Of course." Kara nodded, jotting his instructions down in her notebook.

"Every news outlet in the city is covering this, so I want an exclusive with Supergirl on what she eats and what it's like adopting a foreign cuisine. We need our own twist. I want it on my desk by tomorrow afternoon."

Kara nodded again. An article on what she had to eat in a day, was certainly something she could get excited about.

"Thanks Snapper." She said flipping her notebook shut and turning to head out the door.

"Oh and Danvers!" He called after her, "make sure to record your interview with her this time. We need solid evidence of your source."

Kara flinched – that would be much harder. She glanced over her shoulder, nodding at him as she left, mind already coming up with ideas on how to fake an interview with herself within it giving herself away. Kara made her way through the office towards the desk where James had been relocated now that Cat has reoccupied her office.

"Hey James." She said leaning her hip against his desk.

"Kara." He looked up at her, surprise at her appearance evident in his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Well I work here." James rolled his eyes. "James, why did Cat tell everyone I had a death in the family and wouldn't be here for a few weeks?"

"You didn't tell her that?" James voice dropped to a whisper to match Kara's.

"No, and I have no idea why she would tell people that. I haven't talked to her in weeks as Kara. I mean I saw her as Supergirl a couple of days ago, so the only explanation is..."

"She knows." James finishes, and the two turned their heads to look into the windows of Cats expansive office. The powerful woman was standing leaning against her desk, giving instructions to the assistant whose name Kara still didn't know. The assistant was nodding vigorously, writing on her notepad.

"Yes. But if she does, why hasn't she published anything," Kara whispered. "Or at the very least said anything."

The two stood hunched over his desk as they talked. Through the glass Cat suddenly made eye contact with the both, causing them to stand and pretend they hadn't just been caught looking at her.

"You need to talk to her."

"But what if she doesn't actually know, I can't just give myself away on a hunch?" Kara looked back through the window, to see Cat shooing her assistant away with the wave of a hand. "Ok. I'm going to go talk to her."

"What are you going to say."

"I uh...don't know. I'll figure it out." The blonde darted away from James and towards her bosses office.

"Good Morning Ms. Grant."

"Oh Kiera, you're back." She responded monotone.

"Well of course I am." Kara said, waiting for Cat to say something about the situation.

"Well good, I swear every time you leave this place just falls apart."

Kara blinked, unsure how to take the compliment.

"Well thank you Ms. Grant." She said un-moving, still uncertain how to deal with her predicament.

"Well don't just stand there Kiera, your articles aren't going to write themselves."

"Right of course." Kara jolted herself into motion. If Cat wasn't going to say anything, neither was she. All she could do is hope to Rao that Ms. Grant would keep her mouth shut. The blonde was about to leave her superiors office, when she found herself wrapping her arms around the lady.

"Thank you..." She said quit enough that even Cat could barely hear.

"Keira..." Kara instantly pulled back, regretting her choice.

"Sorry Ms. Grant. Im just glad you're back."

"Well of course you are. This place was in shambles without me. Now run along."

"Of course." Kara ducked her head slightly as she strolled out of the room, leaving Cat behind- a smirk plastered on her face.

XXX

The air was humid, the light flavor of salt hitting her taste buds as she breathed in the fresh air. Kara sighed contentedly, as she rolled over in bed, hugging the covers into her petite body. Blue eyes fluttered open, and were instantly washed with confusion as they took in her surroundings.

"What the..." the alien exhaled, as she sat up. She looked down at the lacy white night that covered her body. It was unlike anything she'd ever owned. Her eyebrows crinkled together, as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was in her bed for sure, but that was the only thing familiar to her in the moment.

Her bed stood, abandoned in the middle of a white sand beach, turquoise waters hitting the shore. As she scanned the shoreline her eyes stopped on the figure of a man dressed in white shorts and a white linen button up dress shirt. He was standing along the shore, waves crashing over his feet. She would know that figure anywhere.

"Mon-El..." She breathed, throwing the sheets off her body as she stepped into the sand. Despite her need to be close to him she found herself walking slowly, afraid that her mind was playing tricks on her.

"Hey Kara." He said turning toward her as she stepped into the waves, nightgown flowing in the wind behind her. "You look so beautiful."

His hand came to her cheek, pulling her forward so he could place a tender kiss onto her forehead.

"I've missed you." She said, eyes becoming watery. He looked at her sadly, thumb moving to brush away a tear that was making its way down her cheek.

"I've missed you too." He responded, wrapping his arms around her. Kara nestled herself into his chest, hands coming to his should blades. Mon-El massaged her shoulders gently with his thumbs as they embraced, both wishing they'd never have to let the other go. Eventually though Kara pulled back, resting in his arms.

"What happened to you?" She asked, hands coming to his shirt so she could pull the fabric apart to better see the bruise that had formed on his chest. Her fingers grazed the bruise gently as she inspected it.

"Same thing that's happened to you, it seems." He answered, tilting her chin upwards so he could sue the full extent of the bruise on her jawline. He dropped a chaste kiss to her wound.

"What's this?" She asked, her fingers moving to his forehead, brushing the black spiral that had engraved itself in his skin. Mon-El looked confused, bringing his fingers to meet hers.

"I...don't know..." His eyes went hazy, as he tried to remember what exactly had happened to him. "I...I'm not sure what happened. I feel like...I'm not okay though."

Kara frowned at his words, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

"What do you mean...you're right here. Of course you're okay."

Mon-El brought one hand to his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully while the one other pulled her flush against his body.

"But; I'm not sure this is real Kara."

"I know." She whispered against him, allowing herself to soak up his presence. "Where are we anyways?"

The couple looked out over the ocean, hoping they could gleam any clue as to their whereabouts.

"Mon-El look." Kara gasped, clenching his arm tightly. In the distance a dark black figure emerged from the oceans, large body stalking towards them.

"Voltor." Mon-El nodded. Kara was about to ask who Voltor was, when then creature flew out the water, flying in their direction. Immediately Kara and Mon-El broke from their embrace, simultaneously falling into their fighting stances. With a shake of the ground Voltor landed in front of them, as he let out a laugh.

"WAKE UP!" He yelled.

On two separate earths, in two parallel universes two aliens opened their eyes gasping.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Well! Hows that for a cliffhanger? Mon-El and Kara are sharing dreams now? I'd love to hear your thoughts, your kind words motivate me to keep writing, I cherish eat word you write to me!