Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl, Superman, or Valor

Story Title: The Traveler

AN: I received a comment or two on the format of this story, so I will be trying a new format, starting with this chapter.

Chapter 5

DEO Headquarters

Mon-El was released from the med bay the next morning by Eliza. Eliza agreed to stay on with the DEO after J'onn asked her to because of all the work she did with Mon-El and the knowledge and expertise that she had regarding aliens and medicine. She agreed in order to be closer to her children.

Clark had begun to train Mon-El the next day and the two were currently in a specially made room that J'onn designed using steel walls reinforced with dwarf alloy. The walls were indestructible, even for a Kryptonian; unfortunately, the items within the room were not, so after a few broken pieces of equipment J'onn had everything removed except for a few free weights and a few reinforced concrete columns that were to be used like punching bags.

Kara walked down the hallway to the training center. After Mon-El's third day at the DEO J'onn had removed the extra level of security, which irked the Girl of Steel. This guy was an unknown; she couldn't trust him. She reached the training room, stopping when she saw Alex looking at a large display monitor on the wall showing Clark and Mon-El training.

"What's going on?" Kara asked.

Alex smiled. "Clark's training him to use his strength and powers."

Kara walked to her sister's side, watching the monitor as Clark placed his hand on the concrete column showing Mon-El the differing levels of strength that could be used based on the situation. He showed Mon-El the everyday action which was a strength level comparable to a human and then the levels needed to protect himself from potential threats. Clark explained his role as Superman, his job as a reporter, and what it meant to be Clark Kent as well as Kal-El, aka Superman.

Kara and Alex listened when Mon-El asked if he was going to be a hero. Clark didn't have an answer for him, which seemed to disturb Mon-El. He asked questions about going outside and exploring this world. He seemed very anxious to do that. Kara was suspicious straight away. Alex frowned at the look on her sister's face.

"Kara what are you thinking?" Alex asked.

Kara frowned at the question. "Don't you think its suspicious that he is so interested in the world, wanting to go out and explore?"

Alex shook her head. "He's been inside this building for three days now and who knows how long he was in that pod. The one thing that I've learned about Mon-El in the past three days is that he is overly polite, naïve in many ways not unlike my sister, and he has a real problem with being inside; locked away from the rest of the world. I think the Traveler is a good name for him. He wants to explore and see new things. I don't see the problem."

Kara glared at the screen as her sister spoke. "This amnesia story seems far fetched to me. How do we know it's not just some game to find out about our defenses? I don't trust him."

Alex turned around, poking her finger into the S on her sister's chest. "Kara Danvers, what you just said makes you sound like a certain General Lane in my opinion. Just because Daxam was the bogeyman in Kryptonian bedtime stories does not mean that this young man here is a spy or some agent sent to find our weaknesses. Have you even sat down to talk to him? No, you've only stood on the sidelines and watched him, like some kind of stalker." Alex was breathing heavy after her rant.

Kara was completely taken aback by her sister's words and tone of voice. "Alex, none of you know anything about Daxam. You don't know what they did to Krypton or how they abused their own people. No, I will not trust him."

Alex turned and stalked away; however, she stopped a few feet away from Kara. "Kara, I never thought I would truly say or mean this, but I'm very disappointed in your behavior and I know that I'm not the only one." She stormed down the hallway, other agents in the vicinity giving her a wide berth.

Kara took a few deep breaths to control her anger and emotions. She ignored the concerned looks on the faces of the DEO agents nearby. First Clark now Alex. Was she really being paranoid? She looked back at the monitor, Clark, and Mon-El were laughing about something. They seemed like old friends or siblings, it made her heart hurt. How could they trust this man so easily? She turned and walked away in the same direction as her sister, but her destination was out of the building. She headed toward the balcony, flying off into the sky, doing her best to try to clear her head.

For two days Kara avoided the DEO, but she couldn't avoid the call from J'onn. "Hello J'onn," she answered. "Yes, I can come in tomorrow morning. Okay, see you then." She turned off the phone and sighed. He just wanted her to come in, nothing regarding her argument with Alex.

DEO Headquarters – the next morning

J'onn, Clark, and Alex sat in the conference room. J'onn folded his hands in front of him on the table top. "So, Mon-El's training and acclimation to Earth are going well I hear."

Clark smiled. "Yes, he's a quick learner and his powers are coming along well."

"Good, Alex report," J'onn ordered.

"He has the same powers as Superman and Supergirl, although his strength has the potential to exceed both of them. Right now his speed and strength are at the same level as Superman's. He has freeze breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, invulnerability, and super senses."

J'onn nodded. "What are his differences? Weaknesses?"

"We think he can fly, but we have not tested that yet. His sense of direction and memory are off the charts. Kryptonite can cut his skin if sharpened into a bladed weapon, same as lead."

"Lead?" J'onn questioned.

Alex nodded. "Lead seems to be a Daxamite weakness, but we believe his weakness to it is similar to his weakness to Kryptonite, if sharpened into a blade it can cut his skin. Once in his blood stream like Kryptonite, it should have the same effects as the radiation has on Superman and Supergirl but at a reduced rate."

Clark smiled, proud of Mon-El. "In other words J'onn, he has all of our strengths and our weakness is reduced for him, besides the lead weakness of course."

J'onn smiled. "Well, how is he acclimating to Earth's customs and information?"

Alex laughed. "Well, he's doing a great job, still has trouble with the vernacular."

Clark smiled at her statement. "Yeah, still figuring out slang. Like, how does a song blow or suck, it's just a song," Clark mimicked a question that Mon-El had asked him about a day ago. Alex chuckled.

J'onn even smiled at the example. "Well, that's something he'll need to learn from experience." J'onn looked between Clark and Alex. "Is he ready to go out in the world. I know he's getting stir crazy staying at the DEO?"

A knock on the door interrupted the meeting. "Come in," J'onn answered.

The door opened to reveal Winn Schott. "Sir, is it time for me to join the discussion?"

J'onn gave a pointed look at the young agent before his gaze settled on Alex. "We are ready for you Winn," Alex said. "Take a seat.

Winn walked the rest of the way into the room, eyeing J'onn warily because the curious expression on the DEO Director's face showed that he had no idea why Winn was there. Clark was amused by J'onn's annoyance and curiosity.

"I asked Winn to join us J'onn. He came to me recently saying that he needed to move out of his current apartment. I was thinking…" Alex began to explain.

J'onn sighed audibly. "You were thinking that Winn and Mon-El could be roommates," J'onn finished for her. He had figured it out quickly. Clark wasn't surprised. The Martian was highly intelligent. "It does make sense. Superman has to return to Metropolis tomorrow, so he needs to be around someone that can help him settle in. I assume you are okay with doing that Agent Schott?"

Winn smiled. "Yeah, I get along with Mon-El just fine." J'onn narrowed his eyes. "He will be my responsibility, sir."

J'onn nodded. "Good, so Alex, do you already have a place for them to stay?"

Alex ran her hand through her hair. "I do, but…"

"I sense something that I'm not going to like," J'onn cut her off.

Alex frowned. "Well, there is an apartment in Kara's building, actually the floor above hers. It was available and the rent was within the DEO housing allotment range."

Clark looked at Alex dubiously. "Have you spoken to Kara about that?"

Alex wore a sheepish expression. J'onn knew what that meant. "You haven't had you?" J'onn questioned.

"J'onn, I didn't know how to tell her. You know she's not the biggest fan of Mon-El's," Alex explained.

J'onn shook his head. "She needs to know." A knock on the door broke the group away from the discussion. "Come in." The door opened to reveal Supergirl. "Kara, have a seat, I was just getting ready to tell everyone that I called you here to discuss Mon-El.

Kara perked up. "What has he done?"

Alex frowned. "He hasn't done anything wrong."

"Quite the opposite really. Mr. Schott here and Mon-El will be moving in together. We have an apartment picked out for them," J'onn explained, sending a pointed look at Alex that told her to tell Kara after the meeting.

Kara's frown deepened. She looked over at Winn. "You're okay with that?"

Winn smiled, not understanding Kara's concern. "Mon-El's a great guy. He's naïve of course, but he's smart, polite, kind, and adventurous. I think we'll get along fine. We have here at the DEO."

Kara shook her head. "We can't trust this guy. He's playing all of you. Don't you see that?"

Alex and Clark were both about to argue, but J'onn raised his hand to stop them. "Kara, I understand your concerns, but I didn't bring you here to argue about what is already settled and done. I brought you here because Superman will be going back to Metropolis tomorrow and I will need you to take over Mon-El's training in the use of his powers."

Kara's eyes widened. "I can't do that."

"Why not?" Alex asked. Barely controlling her temper.

"I can't trust him," Kara defended.

Clark shook his head. "He's a good guy Kara. He's here on a strange planet with incredible powers. He needs your help, not your paranoia."

Kara was about to argue, but once again J'onn raised his hand. "No arguing, you're going to do this, but first I want you to go to his room and speak to him, get to know him like the rest of us have over this past week. Give him a chance," J'onn said. Kara knew it wasn't going to end well if she argued against everyone in the conference room. J'onn smiled. "Besides, if you are right, and he isn't what we think then you will be there to stop him."

Kara looked up into the Martian's eyes. "Okay, I'll do it."

Two hours later – Mon-El's DEO Quarters

Mon-El sat on his bunk. The room was rather empty, a door on the far side led to a small bathroom. He had a metal table on the wall across from his bed with a metal chair. A flat screen hung from the wall in the corner of the room.

A knock on the door alerted the young man to his visitor. "Come in," he said. The door opened to reveal Supergirl. Mon-El stood up at the sight of the superhero. "Hello, you can have a seat. He rushed and pulled out the metal chair from under the table, turning it so it faced his bunk. "Please have a seat.

Kara closed the door behind her before walking to the chair and sitting down. Mon-El sat down on his bunk across from her. "I came to talk to you."

Mon-El gave her a curious look. He had hardly seen Kara Zor-El since the day he woke up and when he did see her she never spoke to him. He had wondered what he had done to offend her. He had asked Clark, Winn, and Alex, but they all said that he had done nothing and that was just how Kara Zor-El was around new people. He didn't buy those answers then and he still didn't now. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?"

"Can't I come to see how you're doing?"

"I've been here for several days, this is the first time you have come to see me. I thought I had offended you in some way."

Kara felt bad, but she quickly shook that feeling off. He was just trying to get under her skin; make her feel sorry for him. "I've been busy, you know, being Supergirl can be a busy job."

Mon-El nodded. "I've seen you on the visual communications device," he said as he pointed toward the television.

"You mean the television?" Kara asked with a smirk.

Mon-El blushed, his cheeks turning pink, making Kara realize how cute he really was. "Yes, the television. I'm sorry, still trying to learn the vocabulary."

Kara nodded. "I assume Clark has told you that he's going back to Metropolis." Mon-El nodded in understanding. "I will be taking over your training."

Mon-El smiled. "I really appreciate everything Clark and the DEO has done for me. I look forward to training with you."

Kara forced a smile. He was polite, as overly so as Winn had said. "Well, I won't be easy on you. You'll have to try your hardest. No slacking off." Kara said as she stood and walked to the door. "I will meet you in the training room at ten in the morning."

Mon-El stood up when Kara did. "Before you go, can I ask you a question?"

Kara nodded. "Go ahead."

Mon-El wore a sheepish expression. "Winn and I will be moving into a place outside of the DEO this evening. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind joining us this evening, maybe help us move in, so I can learn a little more about you. We haven't really spoken much." Kara frowned. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought."

Kara smiled. His rambling was cute. Could somebody really fake that type of awkwardness, she thought. "I'd be okay with that."

Mon-El smiled. "Good, I'll have Winn use his communicator to contact you with the time."

Kara smiled. "You mean you'll have him use his phone to call me?"

Mon-El blushed again, his cheeks even redder this time. "Yeah, he'll call you," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassed by his slip up.

Kara smiled and nodded before opening the door and leaving. She closed the door; a broad smile stretching across her face. Two agents walked past her giving her strange looks. The smile melted off her face as she hurried down the hall. Could she be wrong about Mon-El? Kara frowned as she walked to the balcony. Now she had her chance to find out.

AN: Stay locked on target more to come.