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Chapter 5:

His eyes flew open, as his body jolted forward. Even though he was gasping for air it felt as though he was suffocating. Mon-El bolted off the bed, the nodes that were attached to his chest ripping as he did, causing alarms to sound from the machines that were monitoring his vitals. As his feet hit the ground, he spun around, accidentally knocking a tray of sterilized tools to the ground. His body swayed, everything seeming to move around him.

"Kara..." He mumbled, as his body collapsed to the floor, an ever present pain growing in his chest each time his lungs expanded. "What the...where am I?"

Alerted by the sudden commotion, Caitlin, Barry and Cisco ran into the room, rushing forward when they saw the alien hit the ground.

"Hey Mon-El, it's Caitlin, do you remember where you are?"

Mon-El stared up at the three faces hovering over him, the memories from the past couple of days flooding his mind. He blinked a couple of times.

"Earth one..." He half stated, half asked.

"Let's get him back to bed" Barry said, looking at Cisco who nodded. The two men stepped forward each grabbing a bicep to help the man up, guiding him back to the bed he'd previously been resting in. Mon-El complied easily, kicking his feet up onto the mattress and lying back.

"How are you feeling?" Caitlin asked, as she pressed the nodes that were previously attached to his skin back onto his exposed chest. Mon-El looked down, eyes widening at the bruise that was forming on his torso were Voltor had hit him. That wasn't supposed to happen.

"I feel...strange. Exhausted, actually." He admitted, lying his head down on the pillow as Caitlin pulled out a small flashlight.

"Well that's not surprising considering what your body's been through the last 12 hours." The doctor pushed open his eyelids, checking each pupil with the light as she spoke.

"This isn't supposed to happen to me. If Kara can throw me at full force into a cement wall and I can get up, this Voltor guy shouldn't be able to hurt me like this."

"Well we've managed to discover some pretty interesting things about Voltor while you've been asleep." The young Doctor explained.

"It's really cool actually!" Cisco interjected from the side, earning glares from both Barry and Caitlin.

"We uh, analyzed that thing that Voltor injected into your forehead." Barry started to explain, causing Mon-El to lift his fingers, fingers tracing the black spiral engraved in his forehead. Mon-El frowned. He hadn't realized before passing out that the alien had successfully injected something into him, yet somehow in his dream state both he and Kara had been aware.

"It appears to be some sort of living organism. We're not entirely sure how, but it was able to penetrate your skin. Are there any types of aliens or substances your vulnerable to?" Caitlin asked.

"Other than lead no, but there are many species out there, and I'm not sure how they would effect me under earths yellow sun."

"Right." Barry nodded along thoughtfully.

"Well the good news is, I was able to engineer an antidote by combining an anti-parasitic with the alien DNA, so we should be able to kill it pretty easily."

"What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that's it's spreading quickly. It appears to be creating some sort of nervous system in your body."

Behind her, Cisco turned on a projector which held two x-rays.

"The first is from last night when you came in." Cisco gestured with a ruler. The image of Mon-El's body looked totally normal, with the exception of his skull, which appeared to be forming veins stemming from the spiral in his forehead. "And this is from this morning."

Mon-El quickly swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. The second picture did not bode well. The black veins had spread, starting in his skull, moving all the way down his neck, through his elbows and were quickly nearing his heart

"Kill it." Mon-El demanded, trying to sound certain amidst the panic he was feeling.

"It's not quite that simple Mon-El." Barry explained.

"Barry's right Mon-El. There are risks." Caitlin continued. "We don't know exactly what this thing is doing to you, so we don't know what killing it will trigger. These new fibres are intertwined with your nervous system, as well your veins. Killing it could kill you."

"What, so we just sit here and sit for it to take over my entire body? Then what?"

"No...but I think we should think about our options..."

"What options? We don't know what that thing is going to do once it takes over my body. For all we know, it could change who I am, or start controlling me. It's too risky to just sit here and see what happens!" Mon-El argued, the veins in his eyes suddenly darkening.

"I agree with Mon-El." Barry said, causing Cisco to nod in agreement.

"Okay...Ill start prepping the antidote." Caitlin said, heading into her lab.

Mon-El closed his eyes, nausea starting to flood his body. The alien brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, pinching ever so slightly as he breathed deeply.

"Oh there's one more thing." Cisco said stepping forward. "We noticed some of those purple particles in your chest wound where Voltor hit you. We extracted them, and they appear to be a type of mineral element not native to earth. Maybe your version of Kryptonite?"

"Daxeode?" Mon-El suggested with a slight smile, opening his eyes slightly, to looked at Cisco as he talked.

"The good news is, I've been working on few fabrics that will be resistant to whatever it is, in addition to lead, that I'll put into your suit!"

Mon-El smiled, despite the exhaustion that covered his face. As he turned his head a fresh trickle of black blood made its way from the corner of his eye.

"I get a suit?"

"Of course man! You're part of the team now!"

"Sweet." He lifted his hand, motioning to fist bump both Barry and Cisco.

"Do you have a name picked out?" Cisco asked. "Coming up with names, is sort of my thing."

"Don't let him pick your name." Barry urged, earning a glare from Cisco.

"Valor." Mon-El, said weakly his eyelids fluttering.

"How'd you come up with that?"

"You know what's really been bothering me about this Voltor guy?" Mon-El questioned, so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the question.

"Hmm?"

"He knew who I am...he called me the prince..." His words were starting to slur together as he spoke, skin transparent and white – a greyish tinge covering his lips.

"Do you think he could have telepathy?" Cisco asked, thinking that's where Mon-El was heading.

"No." The alien swallowed, mouth suddenly feeling dry as he forced himself to inhale as deeply as he could manage. "Because he said, how do you feel knowing you've left your people to starve under your mothers hand..."

"So?"

"My mother. She died in the invasion the day I came here. He'd have to know that if he could read my mind."

"Mon-El I'm sorry." Barry said solomly. When there was no respond Barry looked up to see Mon-El's head flop to the side, tears of black dropping down his cheekbones. All around the room monitors started screaming that the aliens vitals had dropped, his body seizing violently. "Caitlin! We need to do this now!"

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EARTH 38

Kara tapped her pen against her fingers anxiously as she stood listening to Snapper ramble on and on. Ever since she'd opened her eyes that morning something felt off. It began with the fact that the dream she'd had about Mon-El that night was haunting her every breath – and ended with the fact that her sister was currently infiltrating a warehouse where several witness accounts had reported seeing Voltor. Of course the Kryptonian had wished to go herself, but Snapper had demanded her presence at this meeting, and none of her excuses seemed credible to him. So here she stood, listening to the man ramble on and on about alien sightings and Supergirl's ever present failure, while her sister and a team of DEO agents went to find an alien that even she hadn't been able to defeat. Kara cleared her throat quietly, in attempt to bring her attention back to the meeting she was supposed to be participating in.

"She clearly isn't as indestructible as she led us to believe. Wilson, get on this. What is it that's hurting her? Is superman vulnerable to this alien as well, or is it because of their biological differences?" Snapper lifted his fingers, quoting the word biological.

Kara's eyebrows crinkled together, taking in what she'd just heard.

"Are you implying that Supergirl is more vulnerable because she's a woman?" She blurted, her sudden outburst catching the stares of all her employees.

"I'm implying we get the full story, Danvers. Don't go getting all politically correct on me." He glared at her. Kara pursed her lips together – she really needed to start getting at controlling herself whenever the man criticized Supergirl.

"I'm not trying to make this something it isn't, I'm simply trying to point out how ridiculous it is to think that Supergirl has vulnerabilities that Superman doesn't, simply because her name ends in girl."

Snapper stared at Kara over his glasses, and a sudden voice appearing in her coms forced her to be quiet. Taking her silence as his invitation to move on the reporter moved onto the next article.

"Supergirl." The voice which had appeared in her ear spoke quietly. "We need you to get here right now." Kara's back straightened, causing the reporter next to her to look at her oddly. The blonde wanted to ask what was happening, but the number of people standing around her made it impossible. Through her earpiece she heard what could only be her sister yelling orders to their fellows agents. Kara looked around the room, eyes scanning each and every person that surrounded her.

"Supergirl, do you read me?" The voice said again, and the chaos in the background only grew. Kara cursed under her breath. They had assured her this would be a simple recon mission – no contact with the alien intruder. Agents were to infiltrate the building and observe from a distance without being seen. Clearly that had not been the case. She let out a small cough, hoping the sound would notify the agent that she had heard them. There was no good way out of this, so not knowing what this would do to her career, she turned and walked out of the meeting.

"Danvers' where you going?" Snapper called after her, irritation laced in every word. She paused and looked over her shoulder briefly, to see everyone in the room looking at her curiously. Anxiety filled her chest as she took in the confused glances of her co-workers. She swallowed, realizing this was the moment where she might be choosing Supergirl over her career for the last time. Walking out of a meeting was not an option, but at the moment it was her only option.

"Sorry." She said, before turning and sprinting towards the elevator where she pressed the up button so she could head to the roof. In a flash she was in her suit, discarding her clothes in a random pipe where she could retrieve them later.

"I'm on my way." She spoke into the coms, before leaping into the sky.

As her feet hit the pavement in front of the warehouse, her eyes widened. Three of her fellow agents had managed to crawl out of the building, blood pouring from their bodies.

"Have you called for extraction?" She asked, using her super-speed to tie off the gushing wound from one of their arms with his shirt.

"Yes, they're on their way." Kara nodded in understanding before moving towards the building. One thing was clear, this was no longer a recon mission, but a rescue mission – get the agents to safety and get out. She leapt into flight, breaking through the doors of the building. She landed on her feet, taking in the situation before her. At least a dozen agents were scattered throughout the building, half of them wounded and on the ground. His black armoured hand currently had a tight grasp around the one agent she wanted him the further away from. Alex.

"Voltor!" She yelled, causing him to drop her sister to the ground.

"Ah! Our mighty heroine returns!" He splayed his arms apart in an exaggerated greeting. "Tell me Supergirl, how do you know my name?"

Kara frowned momentarily, had he said his name in their first fight, or was is information simply taken from last nights dream? Before she could process the implications of what that meant Voltor was flying at her, and she responded in kind, surging forward in a blur of speed. As the monster moved he expelled clouds of fire from his beak, which she immediately met with her freeze breath. The alien crooned a smile, and stopped coming to land in front of her. When he stopped attacking Kara froze, fists raised in front of her face in preparation.

"I have something to show you Kryptonian. If all goes as planned, call it a glimpse into your future."

Stillness fell over the warehouse, and everyone stood waiting for the next crisis to break out, but instead out of the shadows of the building a small man walked into the room. Alex sent Kara a confused look, unsure what was happening. Kara's eyes scrunched in confusion. She knew this man. His name was Kaz-En. He had been one of the men serving Mon-El's parents on their ships when they had had the most awkward dinner of their lives.

"Kaz-En?" She asked. Alex, who had recovered from being thrown to the ground gripped her weapon tighter, ready to jump into action at the first sign of trouble. Kara gasped as he stepped into the light, he was clearly the same man she had met on the Daxamite ship, but he looked very different. From head to toe his body was covered in what appeared to be black veins.

"It is no longer I, Kara Zor-El." The man said as he came to stand next to Voltor. "For I have been made anew, finally able to see the light."

Kara cast a glance at Alex, tightening her fists by her side. Voltor and Kaz-En looked at each other, before turning back to Kara and speaking as one unit.

"I am now Voltor, just as your prince soon will be, and you also." The two aliens spoke, mouths moving in perfect synchronicity. "You see me as we, but I am but one mind, in two bodies. Will you join my unit Supergirl?"

It took everything in her not to shrink back at his words, but she stood firm and unwavering. "Never."

"That's what I was afraid of." The aliens said, before the two Voltor bodies moved forward in attack, fists starting to glow purple again. The bird alien sent a punch straight into Kara's stomach, but she anticipated it used the momentum of his hit to trigger herself into super super-speed, hurling her body at his, knocking him to the ground. As soon as his body hit the ground, Kara stood over him, punching him in the face repeatedly until his consciousness began to fade. Supergirl turned to see Kaz-En, possessing the same abilities as Mon-El, leaping forward so he could throw Alex into the wall. Abandoning the now unconscious bird-man Kara ran towards Alex, when an explosion echoed through the warehouse, and she suddenly found J'onn standing in front of her.

"Retreat!" The Martian yelled, and agents scattered. Kara turned to Kaz-En, hitting him in the temple hard enough to throw him into the roof, where he hit before falling back to the ground in a limp pile. The heroine turned to her sister, picking the brunette up off the floor. She flew from the building thinking of nothing but getting Alex to safety. Knowing that her sister was safe, the Kryptonian sped back into the building to help recover any of the remaining agents still trapped inside.

Back at the DEO Kara found herself being examined from head to toe by the doctor currently on call. So far everything appeared fine, except the fact that she now had a giant bruise on her stomach where Voltor had hit her. Honestly, the fact that she was bruising was more infuriating than painful, and she was beginning to wonder with more and more urgent energy how exactly the alien was hurting her. It appeared that there was no long term damage being done, which was a relief considering what had happened to Kaz-En. The doctor assured her that they would be doing some tests on the skin particles Voltor had left on her body over night. Hopefully they should have some answers soon.

Kara sighed, as she watched Alex and Maggie through the window of the room her sister was currently being held. Maggie was holding Alex wrist tightly, as Alex explained to her girlfriend what had happened that day.

"How are you doing?" A voice said, and she turned to see that J'onn had appeared next to her. She was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard him approach.

"I'm...frustrated. Worried." She admitted. J'onn nodded in understanding.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest." He suggested, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Alex appears to be fine and so do the rest of the agents hurt in the attack. Winn has been tracking the Voltor's and they seem to be retreating for now. It would do you some good."

Looking back into the room where her sister resided, she nodded.

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This time when Kara closed her eyes, she found herself somewhere different. Though the smell hit her nose the same, and the sand shifted under her feet in a familiar fluid motion, everything looked different. Instead of being on a beach, she found herself overlooking a cliff, the overhang leading to a vast and lush forest. Though the earth was still sand, it was a deep red, as if it should be clay. On this part of the world the leaves of the trees were purple instead of the vibrant green she'd come to know. The wind tussled through her hair as she looked around. Her gaze came to the only consistency on the horizon- her bed placed solitary in the middle of nature.

Kara's heart sped when she saw him – sitting on the edge of their bed. Slowly her feet began to move in his direction, the conflict ever present in her mind. Kara knew it was unwise to allow herself to drown in this. In the hope that she could lose herself in the fictional dream world that was Mon-El. She couldn't help it though. Knowing there was a chance he may return to her in her dreams tonight had made her push through the day, hopeful that her mind would take her here as she rested. Kara Zor-El knew it wasn't healthy, to allow herself to push back her grief, in hopes that he would find her in her unconscious state, but she couldn't help it. The fact that there was a minuscule chance that she could be with him in her dreams made it easier to breath, and that scared her.

Despite this fact Kara allowed her feet to continue forward, eager to feel him beneath his fingers again. As she approached her heart stilled, anxiety flooding her body. She watched as his body shook, face resting in his palms as he cried.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen him cry – Mon-El had always worn his heart on his sleeve. One of her favourite things about him was that he rejected the earthly customs that told him because he was male he needed to be tough.

Quickly she made a sharp turn around the bed, coming to her place in front of him. The blonde dropped to her knees, her hands moving to his thighs, rubbing them comfortingly. His breath hitched in his chest, as he became aware of her presence, and dropped his hands to meet hers. Grey eyes bore into blue comets, and he opened his mouth to speak but was so overcome with his emotions that no words came out.

Kara let out a small tut, shifting her position so she was sitting next to him on the bed. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling his head to her chest so he could fall apart completely. Sobs continued to rack his body, and she allowed her fingers to trail gently up the back of his neck into his hair.

"You're okay." She assured him, rocking them back and forth slightly. As his tears dampened the fabric against her breath she frowned slightly. This was not at all what she'd expected to happen in her dreams tonight, and she was still somehow very conscious of the fact that she was actually asleep. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that Mon-El genuinely needed him in his moment. As they sat there, time seemed to cease and it was just them in this strange world.

Eventually his sobs stilled, and he peeled himself off the fabric of the white dress his cheek had glued itself to during his breakdown.

"Thank you." He said quietly, looking at her tenderly.

"Of course...do you need to talk about it?" She asked, and Mon-El shifted next her.

"It just...hit me. Everything that I've lost since leaving your earth. I know they were awful people, but..." His voice cracked. "My mother and father are both dead, and despite all their faults..."

"It's okay to miss them." Kara assured, lacing her fingers into his. "Its okay to love them."

Mon-El nodded, a fresh wave of grief overcoming him.

"And Rao, I miss you." Kara joined him in his misery, matching his tears with streams of her own. "I miss your heart." He placed a kiss on the bruise along her jaw. "And I miss this face." He kissed her lips, dampening them with his tears. "I miss knowing that I could get through anything because you're with me." His lips moved to nip gently below her ear.

"I miss you too." She shuddered, barely able get the words out. Grief and pleasure combined, leaving her both desolate and filled with want. For a brief moment Kara found herself hating her subconscious for putting herself in such a state. Mon-El pushed her back onto the mattress, hovering over her – mirroring the way he had the first time they had been together. Slowly her rested his body on top of hers, eagerly moving his lips to the nape of her neck.

"Oh Rao." She groaned against him as he nipped and sucked, showing her that he was hers no matter where in the galaxy he lived. He smiled sadly, as he let go of her neck with a pop.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered quietly, his lips meeting hers fiercely. Kara kissed him back, the needs she'd been repressing since the day he left rising to the surface breaking forth with the single movement. Their lips moved together naturally, pulling slightly at each others lips as their tongues warred with each other. She felt Mon-Els desire grow against her, and she quaked her hips against him eagerly. Kara gasped, this was all to real, all to intense and Kara suddenly wondered if somehow this was reality. It took every ounce of control she had, but Kara pushed their lips apart.

"Mon-El." She said breathily as he tried to steal her lip back. It took every bit of mental strength to hold him back so she could ask the question. "Mon-El, I know this is a stupid question and your probably going to say something that makes way too much sense to me because this is all happening in my dream right now-"

"What are you talking about, this is my dream." He cut her off.

"No. It's my dream."

"No Kara. It's mine. I had a fight with Voltar, and he attacked me, and I passed out. I woke up, and something he said was really bothering me. He called me the prince, and asked me how i felt leaving my people to starve with my mother. Then it started to hit me that both she and my father are dead and..."

"And what?" She asked, well aware that this conversation would be moot once she woke up.

"Then I passed out or something and now I'm here."

Kara frowned, that wasn't the answer she'd been expecting. Her heart pounded as she prepared to ask the question she'd wanted the answer to since the day he'd left.

"Where are you Mon? I mean before you passed out." He looked at her softly, hand coming to her blonde waves.

"I-" Mon-El stopped short, the colour draining from his face as he choked on his words.

"Mon-El are you okay?" She asked moving her hands to grip his shoulders as he began to sway above her. The Daxamite swallowed, closing his in attempt to regain some stability.

"Yea-" he tried again, but as he spoke his body went limp, crashing down on top of Kara. Grey eyes rolled back into his head, body seizing violently.

"Mon-El!" Kara pushed him off of her, rolling him into his back. Her hand came to his chest as she knelt beside him onto the bed. Part of her knew that there was nothing she could do until the seizing stopped – the other part yelled his name over and over desperate for him to awaken.

Kara felt a gust of wind over her head, as a dark shadow found its place over her bed. Kara looked up, to see Voltor, flying in circles above their heads.

"What did you do to him?" She yelled, and the alien grinned at her from above, changing his flight pattern. It only took Kara a minute to realize that he was now flying in a spiral, and the Kryptonian moved her fingers to trace the black spiral still located on her boyfriends forehead.

"You're next Supergirl!" He shouted, before darting through the sky and into the forest where he could disappear.

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Kara flung her body forward, awakening by gasping for air for the second night in a row. Her fingers were grasping the blankets so tightly that there were now tears where here hands gripped. She sighed in annoyance, flopping her body back to the mattress so she could catch her breath. Once settled she rolled over to look at her clock. 6:13 AM. Her alarm would go off in less than 20 my minutes, so she may as well just take her time getting ready. Kara frowned as she thought back on the dream she'd just had. Everything had felt so vivid, so real. She knew her desire for Mon-El's return was intense enough for her to dream him into existence, but this was just extreme. Sighing, she pushed back the covers, dropping her feet to the ground where she shoved them into fluffy moccasin slippers.

Slowly she wandered into the bathroom, to start getting ready for the day. The alien looked in the mirror, feeling as though she looked impossibly tired. Her mouth and lips were dry, so she moved her tongue to moisten them, frowning at the taste. She could swear her lips tasted like the salt Mon-El had left on her as he cried on her between their kisses.

Kara rolled her eyes. It's just your imagination, just a dream, she assured herself. Just a very vivid dream that left her anxious, worried and a little turned on. She let out a smaller grunt before moving to grab her toothbrush, so she could get his taste out of her mouth. In a fraction of a second her hair and make up were done, so she moved to her closet, trying to decide what to wear for the day. Her fingers filtered through her clothes, before picking out a pink vintage inspired dress and a light grey cardigan. In a Flash she had changed, and moved to look at herself in the mirror.

Kara smoothed out the dress as she looked herself over, intent on looking her best for the days work. The blonde frowned, seeing a patch of dark skin peeking out from the collar or sweater. Her fingers moved to pull the fabric of the garnet out of the way, gasping at what she saw.

The flesh at the nape of her neck was bruised, swelling deep purple and red in what she could only conclude was a hickey. Her eyebrows crinkled, heart pounding in her chest. What did this mean? Kryptonians weren't supposed to bruise, at least not on this planet, though Voltor had recently proved that it was indeed possible. She frowned, realizing that that was exactly where Mon-El had...sucked..in her dream last night.

"Oh Rao." She muttered, the realization hitting her hard. If the hickey was real, that meant that the dream was real. And if the dream was real, it meant that somewhere in some galaxy Mon-El was in trouble. Which meant that that Kara Danvers' only had one thing she needed to do today.

She needed to find Mon-El of Daxam, and save him.

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