Chapter 5
J'onn had let them borrow his ship and the two were now piloting toward the coordinates the message had given. Kara had been quiet and Mon-El wondered what was going on inside her head. He reached over and put his hand on top of hers.
"This could be very dangerous for you," she said suddenly. They both knew that even though Krypton and Daxam were no more, that didn't mean the prejudices died with them.
"If I was worried about that, I would have stayed home," he told her. That made her smile. Hopefully, if they really did meet someone there, then they wouldn't try something. Of course that was a big hopefully. Winn had said there were no signs of life. It had been five years since the message.
"There is a lot of stuff rolling around in that head of yours. I can hear the gears grinding," Mon-El said, noting that they were still at least an hour out. Instead of sending a verbal confirmation to Winn, the former Daxamite punched in a coded message.
"Yes there is. While I am hopeful that they survived, I have this fear that we'll find nothing. If we could have saved them and…"
"You can't think like that. Five years ago, you weren't even Supergirl. Besides, both you and Clark were under the impression that you had lost everyone. The only reason you had occasion to bump into Kryptonians was because of Fort Rozz crashing on Earth. It wasn't until recently, you could have even entertained the idea," he cut her off. Kara only nodded. Still he could tell that she wasn't satisfied with his suggestion. He understood the feeling. He would have done anything to find his family back when Daxam was falling apart. It was only when he discovered his mother's ulterior motives and that she'd murdered his father that he no longer wished to be near her.
Kara was in a similar situation. What if her father was still alive? What would she do if he was? Expose him for the person they discovered he'd been or try to bury the hatchet? Personally, he'd wanted to use that hatchet on the man for harming Kara and for almost destroying a planet full of innocent people. Thoughts like that, however, reminded him that he still had a ways to go before being the man that Kara needed and deserved.
"You talk about my gears grinding. I can hear yours from over here," the blonde chuckled.
"Seems to have become a habit since I met you," Mon-El teased.
"How's it going?" Winn's voice came in over the radio. Apparently, he wasn't thrilled with the coded message.
"Good so far. Just about forty-five minutes to go," Mon-El replied.
"All righty. Now for a little bad news. Communication is about to go down. The satellites will be moving out of range and then we won't be able to talk for about ninety minutes. Good luck," and with that they were completely alone.
The next forty-five minutes passed quickly and the rock came into view. It looked like there was a domed city on the surface and Kara picked up the radio. She quickly tried a Kryptonian greeting but there was no response. Mon-El put on a recording of a greeting that Winn had made up. It had included all the languages from the recording. Still nothing. They repeated the process a few more times but they still got no response.
Kara heaved a sigh. There were too late. Mon-El looked at her and knew that it was just killing her. He wished he could do something but there was nothing that could be done. Just as that thought left his mind, a tractor beam shot forth from the dome and latched onto them. Both of them turned their focus to what was going on in front of them and then they quickly looked at each other. It seemed like they were heading to the surface, whether they liked it or not.
To Be Continued…