Earth: 31st Century - 3030

The small rescue ship landed several feet away from the crashed pod. When the door slid open Astra lead the way with her three teenage Legionnaires trailing behind her. She took to the air as soon as her boots touched soil and made her way over to the crash site. Smoke billowed up from the crater the small craft had made. She hovered at a safe distance and blew a strong breath to put out any fires and clear the smoke. She called out to Imra to raise the pod from the crater and set it down on even ground and then she landed beside the younger woman. Astra raised an eyebrow now that she could see the pod clearly. What in the name of Rao?

"That pod is Kryptonian." Astra said as they carefully drew closer to the battered and scorched silver one person pod with the distinctively designed fins.

Imra turned her head to look at Astra. "Do you think it's another of your kind?"

"Perhaps." Astra said but she doubted it. She stood back and allowed the young ones to handle the situation. Brainy focused on the pod while Chuck and Imra focused on the man inside. She watched as Imra used her powers to open the broken and shattered dome on the cockpit, and as Chuck approached the unconscious man with a med kit. As soon as the dome was removed the dark haired boy inside began to struggle for breath. Astra came closer and that's when she realized who he was. "He's a Daxamite." She told Chuck. "He'll die if you don't put a breathing mask on him now!" Once Chuck had a breathing mask on the boy she ordered, "Get him on the ship in a tank, quickly!"

The team worked swiftly to get the boy on their ship and into a medical stasis tank. Once he was secure Chuck and Brainy loaded his pod onto the ship. Once the man was stable in the pod, they set off for a medical center. Once they were on their way Imra went to tell Astra and found her standing in front of the boy's tank. "Tia?"

"What the hell was the Crown Prince of Daxam doing in a Kryptonian pod?" Astra asked as her golden brown eyes stared at the boy.

"You know him?" Imra asked.

Astra shook her head. "I knew of him. The Military Guild made sure to keep up to date with the Daxam royals. The Queen was a particularly nasty piece of work."

"Brainy is already working on the pod." Imra said as she turned her focus from Astra to the young man inside. "We'll know more soon. And the medical center is already on standby with the lead allergy cure."

Astra grumbled a bit but then said, "Well done."

When they reached the medical center the young man's pod was transferred to a treatment room where the cure could be administered. Astra told her doctor friend that the boy was a Daxamite, but struggled to recall his name. "Gand." She finally said after a few moments. "The family name was Gand."

Wanting to know more about what this Daxamite boy was doing in a Kryptonian pod, Astra asked Chuck to stick around and monitor the boy, warning him that Daxamites were a race of bullies and hedonist and to keep his guard up should the boy awaken before her return. Then she, Imra, and Brainy returned to their work-in-progress headquarters. While Brainy worked on gaining information from the pod, Astra turned to other sources. She read an article written by Kara about how the Daxamite queen, Rhea, had invaded Earth and how Supergirl and Lena Luthor stopped her and her invasion. Daxam had been left uninhabitable for decades following the destruction of Krypton, the boy must have escaped during the time of Krypton's death, but how was he in one of their pods?

When a cup of her favorite tea appeared in front of her Astra blinked and looked up to find Preya standing beside her and smiled. "Thank you, Preya."

"You look conflicted, Tia." The young teen said as she leaned against the edge of Astra's desk. "Is everything ok?"

Astra sipped her tea and sat back in her chair with a long sigh. She looked into the face of the child she had been raising since she was five years old and hand fallen into the water looking at ships. Preya and Imra, they saw her in a way so few had ever seen her. The only other person who had ever looked at her like that had been Kara. "I am trying my best, Preya, to be a better person for you and Imra, but sometimes that isn't easy. Sometimes old feelings are stirred up and I find myself thinking the way I use to think."

Preya nodded as if she could possibly understand. "Being a better person doesn't mean you have to completely change who you are or ignore the experiences of your past. If something about this boy from Daxam bothers you, there must be good reason, you have good instincts, Tia."

Astra smiled at the girl. "When did you get so smart?"

"If I'm not going to get powers like Imra then I need to be smart if I'm going to be apart of this team someday." Preya said with a warm hopeful smile.

When Brainy arrived with what he'd found in the pod's systems Astra could hardly believe it. It seemed the boy had been pulled through the same distortion that had brought her to the future. Brainy said the pod originated from 2017, during the expulsion of the Daxam invasion. Before that the pod shows, according to Brainy, some very interesting telemetry. The pod was flown from Krypton to Daxam, then from Daxam into space past the Well of Stars, were it ended up getting stuck.

"So much information." Brainy said with his version of excitement. "If I can unscramble the pod's data from that time, we'll be able to learn so much."

Once Astra was able to get Brainy back on track he told her that the pod was eventually able to break free and crash land on Earth, not to long after she'd departed Earth as a matter of fact. A Kryptonian pod crash lands on Earth following the defeat of Non. Kara would surely have looked into it. This boy could possibly have known her niece. Heading back to the medical center Astra checked in with the doctor. The lead allergy cure was working well. They had moved the boy from the medical tank to a bed. Astra ordered he be restrained. When asked if that was really necessary she reminded the doctor that the last time there was a Daxamite on Earth they tried to take it over.

The first thing Mon-El noticed after realizing he was still alive was that he was restrained. Instantly his fight or flight instincts kicked in and he began to struggle. He didn't even bother to take in his surroundings or take stock of his health, all he knew was that he was restrained and he needed not to be.

"The bands around wrists are power inhibitors." Astra said from where she'd stood watching the boy. "If you continue to struggle against the restraints you're going to end up hurting yourself, Prince Gand."

Mon-El stopped, his breath come in short huffs. Taking a moment he finally focused on himself, on how he felt, and sure enough he was powerless. Turning his head towards the direction he'd heard the woman's voice, he narrowed his eyes to see who had spoken to him. When he saw her, his eyes went wide and there was a soft intake of breath before he said, "Alura?"

Astra snorted softly as she stepped further out of the shadow in the corner of the room where she'd stood. Her hair was pulled back, making it a bit harder to see her distinctive white stripe until she was closer. "It has been a very, very, long time since someone mistook me for my sister."

"Astra." Mon-El growled and began to struggle again.

"Take it easy Daxamite Prince." Astra told the boy. "You really are going to end up hurting yourself."

"Where am I?" Mon-El demanded.

Astra looked into the boy's eyes as she spoke, trying to get a proper feel for him. How big of a threat was he? Was he a threat at all? She was trying so hard not to fall back on old viewpoints but it really wasn't easy. Old intelligence reports floated around in her memory. While the Daxam prince had never done anything wrong per say, he never really done anything at all but party and bed anything that moved. His father had been an apathetic king, but Rhea, she had always been a cause for concern. Was this boy more like his father or his mother? "Earth."

"Impossible." Mon-El replied, tugging at his restraints again. "The Earth's atmosphere is full of lead. I'd be dead if I were on Earth."

"You would be dead." Astra told him. "If there weren't a cure. I think the question you should really ask is when are you."

"When?" Mon-El repeated, a frightened and confused look passing quickly over his face. He stopped struggling and just stared at Astra with wide eyes.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Astra asked him. Mon-El wasn't very forthcoming. So Astra decided to just skip ahead. "Your stolen Kryptonian pod was pulled into a time distortion. You're currently in the 31st century."

Astra knew from experience that accepting the fact that you've been hurled through time a thousand years wasn't easy to wrap your head around. If this boy were anyone else she would have given him time to process, but she had questions and she wanted answers. "How did you end up in a Kryptonian pod, Daxamite?"

Mon-El was in shock. 31st Century? He was so focused on that bit of news that he was responding to Astra's questions before he could stop himself. "Supergirl." He replied. "She put me in the pod to save me from the lead bomb."

It was years of experience and training that kept Astra from reacting. It made sense that the DEO would have the pod following it's original crash to Earth. "Why would she do that? Your people were invading her adoptive world."

"That was my mother." Mon-El said, finally snapping out of his shock. "Not me, I had nothing to do with that!"

"Why should I believe you?" Astra asked, her voice firm and threatening.

Mon-El narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm not the bad guy in this room, General. How are you even here? Kara told me her aunt was dead."

"I got better." Astra replied with a smirk.

There was distrust on both sides. Mon-El was the Daxamite prince. The poster boy for everything Kryptonians saw wrong in the people of Daxam. Astra was the Kryptonian terrorist who had betrayed Kara. Astra would have been perfectly fine turning him over to the government, but for some strange reason Imra and Chuck were set on changing her mind. He was like them, they'd each said in their own ways. The last of his kind, lost and alone, ripped from his old life and the people he knew. Imra even said, "Supergirl saved his life, Tia. That must mean something."

Astra grumbled and griped, and tried to go on her instincts about the boy and not old prejudices. "Fine." She eventually agreed. "I'll take responsibility for the Daxamite, but if proves to be an issue I will put him in one of those old cells in the sub basement and forget about him."

For the first three months after his release from the medical center into the Legion's custody all Mon-El did was try to find ways back to Kara. He ignored everyone who tried to tell him it was impossible. He even managed to convince the Coluan to help him. That just ended with a completely destroyed pod, another stay in the medical center, Brainy on Astra's bad side and Mon-El in an all too familiar cell. He was miserable.

When Mon-El had first told her that he and Kara had been a couple Astra had had a hard time believing it.

"Why?" Mon-El had asked her. "Because I'm from Daxam?"

"Yes." Astra had answered honestly. "But also because Kara's first crush had been the daughter of an artist, a clever girl, smart and kind. Even as a girl she favored intelligence, compassion, bravery, and creativity when choosing her friends."

"And you think I'm non of those things?" Mon-El said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well," Astra replied. "You are a Daxamite."

Mon-El groaned and threw up his hands before storming off after shouting. "You're just like she was in the beginning!"

But as Astra watched the boy twist himself inside out trying to get back to her niece she couldn't help but feel bad for him. Mon-El loved Kara, in his own immure way, she could see that. But it was unfair to both of them to keep allowing him to run head first into the brick wall that was the idea of him going back. She needed to convince him that it was time he move on with his own life. So after a week in the cell she let him out and took him to the same library she'd gone too when she'd first arrived.

"What are we doing here?" Mon-El asked as he stepped into the small media room and watched as Astra closed the door.

"A thousand years have passed from the time you left." Astra said gently. "Kara lived her whole life without you, Mon-El. If you were to go back now it would change it all for her. I want you to think about Kara for once, not yourself. And when you're finished, if you still want to go back, we'll put real effort into it."

For the longest time Mon-El just sat there. He didn't want to know the truth. But in the end he missed Kara and just wanted to to see her face, hear her voice. So he looked her up. Kara Danvers married Lena Luthor. He reads interviews where Kara talks about Lena as if she'd found Krypton reborn in the dark haired woman. They have children, a son and a daughter, and grandchildren. Picture after picture, video after video, Kara looked happier than he had ever seen her. It gave him a lot to think about.

Of course he would have to sober up before he did any real thinking. After Astra took him back to LHQ, Mon-El look off and didn't come back for days. When he did he was in a drunken stuper.

"Mon-El!" Imra rushed forward to keep the young man from toppling over as he walked through the door. She and Garth had been on their way out to a pop up retro movie screening when Mon-El stumbled his way inside. She managed to catch Mon-El, stumbling under his weight until she used her powers to catch them both. "Are you alright? Where have you been? We've been so worried!"

Garth crinkled his nose and made a face. "He's drunk off his ass, Imra. Drop him on it and let's go before all the good seats are gone."

Imra shot her ginger haired boyfriend of nearly a year a look that said she would do no such thing. "Help me get him to his quarters before Tia sees him like this."

"No way." Garth replied, crossing his arms in defiance. "He made his bed, Imra, now let him throw up on it and lay in it."

"Garth Ranzz, so help me Rao, if you don't help me right now…" Imra threatened.

Garth threw his hands up in defeat. He knew that tone of voice. Imra had learned it from Astra and even though it didn't have quite the same effect on him as their leader's, it still made him give in. He helped Imra get Mon-El to his quarters but was less than gentle when tossing him onto his bed. "Now can we go, please?"

"We can't just leave him like this." Imra huffed at him.

"Imra." Garth groaned. "Seriously?" She shot him another look and he growled. "Fine. Stay here and play nursemaid to loser boy. I'll see if Chuck wants to catch that movie with me."

For most of the night Mon-El was simply too drunk to function but as dawn approached he became a little more coherent between bouts of vomiting. Falling onto his bed after returning from this bathroom he moaned as he said, "She had an amazing life with the love of her life who wasn't me." Tears welled in his eyes as he let himself fall over until his head was in Imra's lap. "I can't take that away from her. I can't go back. I can never see her again."

Imra did her best to comfort him. "You'll have a good life too, Mon-El. After the pain fades and you're ready to move on. You'll see."

Mon-El mumbered. "Not worth it."

"You wouldn't be here if Astra didn't think you were worth something." Imra told him. "No matter what people say, I don't actually have her tied around my finger. If she didn't think there was something, no matter how small, worthy in you, you wouldn't be here no matter how much I tried to persuade her."

"She hates me." Mon-El mumbled into Imra's lap.

"Not as much as she use too." Imra teased as she combed her finger through his hair. "I think you're growing on her."

Imra had been right. Mon-El was growing on her. After accepting that his life was here and Kara's was in the past without him, Mon-El readily accepted the challenge of moving on. He'd come to her, thanked her and asked for her help. She agreed. Astra had seen something in the boy and now that he was ready, she was willing to dig that something up and help turn Mon-El into a man he could be proud of.

"Are you ready?" Astra asked Mon-El as they stood together with a few of the others in a training room.

Mon-El nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Astra nodded and when Mon-El raised his arms she took off the bands that had been inhibiting his powers. "Then lets being. Show me what you got, my boy."

Mon-El smiled and even after Astra kicked his ask he was still smiling. Kara had tried to give him purpose, but it had been her purpose. Astra would show him how to find his purpose for himself, she would help him find what he was meant to do in his life. And he would always be grateful to her for that, and Astra would have one more person who looked at her as if she were someone worth loving and respecting.