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Story Title: The Traveler

Chapter 8

Mon-El raced out of the DEO Headquarters, not even knowing where he was going until he stopped in front of an unknown structure; the sign on the door indicated that it was a bar, the name said, "Outworld Bar", it was a name that he remembered somehow. Then the memory appeared. Alex told him about an alien bar. Where aliens could go to get a drink and feel not so alone on this alien world. He opened the door and walked inside. The bar was darker than he imagined, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the low light. He walked to the long wooden bar top before he sat down on a stool, his hands folded in front of him.

An African-American bartender approached him. "I haven't seen you here before," she said.

Mon-El forced a smile. "The name's Mon-El."

"My real name is M'gann. My Earth names are Megan Morse."

"Nice to meet you M'gann."

"Nice to meet you Mon-El," she said as she shook his hand. "So, what can I get for you?"

"Well, I don't really go to bars, but I want something to make me forget my troubles."

She smiled, but it was a sad smile. "I can't make you forget forever, but I can get you something that will make you ignore whatever is bothering you, at least for a little while." She took out a bottle from a cabinet below the bar top. "I take it with a name like Mon-El, that you're Kryptonian?"

Mon-el nodded, not wanting to explain the hybrid thing. "So, you are?"

M'gann smiled wider. "I'm a Martian," she said.

That earned a surprised look from Mon-El. "I have a friend; he's a Martian too."

M'gann's eyes widened. "You know J'onn?"

"Yes," he replied as he leaned forward to whisper. "I sometimes work at the DEO."

M'gann nodded, smiling at the way he whispered, looking around like he was a spy or something. "The DEO is known around here," she whispered back.

Mon-El's cheeks reddened. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I'm used to hiding that fact."

"No problem, here," she poured his drink before taking it over to a corner booth; Mon-El followed her. He sat down, both hands on the glass. "Don't worry, it won't explode." She smiled as she walked away, leaving Mon-El staring down at the yellow liquid in the glass. He lifted the glass, taking a small sip of the liquid. It was bitter at first, warming the inside of his mouth before slowly going down his throat, it burned going down, but once it was in his stomach it caused a warm feeling to spread throughout his body. He settled down in the booth, letting his mind relax and avoiding thoughts of the terrible day he had.

Mon-El never noticed the alien that was staring at him. The being looked human, but its eyes flashed red for a moment, revealing that he was clearly an alien. He tapped a small round object that was silver in color with a red flashing light in the middle. The light flashed slightly before an image of a young man, probably eighteen years old stood with a red uniform on. The alien looked at the image and then over to Mon-El. The alien smiled, finally realizing what or who he had found. He got up, leaving some cash on the table before exiting the bar.

As the alien walked away, a green-skinned man stared at the alien, a broad smile on his face. He looked back over at Mon-El. "It appears my friend that you haven't thwarted my plans after all." Just as he whispered that to himself a familiar blond entered the bar; she was dressed as Kara Danvers and not as her alter-ego. The green man frowned as the girl walked through the bar. The green man stood up quickly exiting the bar before anyone noticed him.

Kara looked at the bar. M'gann nodded in Mon-El's direction. Kara saw him, her heart began to race. What was she going to say to him? She steeled her resolve before walking to Mon-El's booth and sitting across from him.

Mon-El was finishing the last of his drink as Kara sat down. "Hey, y-you l-look like a fr-friend of mine," he said, his words slurred because of the potent drink.

Kara frowned. It was not like Mon-El to drink. "Are you drunk?"

Mon-El chuckled, accidentally crushing the glass in his hand. "Oops! Good thing I drank it all."

Kara sighed. How was she going to talk to him if he was drunk? "Mon-El, about earlier, I just wanted…"

"You're… n-not here," he began as he pushed the broken glass onto the floor. "To hit me a-again are y-you."

Kara frowned. Her heart breaking once again at the fearful look in his eyes and the quiver in his voice. "I'm so sorry Mon-El. I don't know what came over me."

Mon-El stared at her. "What did I… ever d-do to you?"

"Nothing, you've always been so kind to me."

"Bartender," he yelled.

M'gann sent him a glare from the bar. "Another round for me and my… friend here." M'gann looked at Kara; she nodded in agreement. She needed a drink as well. This day couldn't have been more of a disaster for her.

M'gann brought two glasses of the yellow liquid over. "Try not to break this one," she said as she grabbed a nearby broom and swept the mess from the floor. She walked away nodding to Kara to be careful.

Mon-El picked up his glass, holding it up for Kara. "To heroes," he whispered. The way he said it made Kara flinch. She lifted her glass before she downed the whole thing in one gulp.

Mon-El just stared at her. He took a big sip of his but didn't down it all. "That was quick."

Kara leaned back in her seat. The liquor burned her throat before flooding her body with warmth. She leaned forward, her face hovering over the table before she tried to focus through her glass at Mon-El.

"How do you feel?" Mon-El asked.

"Floaty… but not floaty."

Mon-El chuckled. "Yeah, this stuff is great," he replied before he downed the rest of his glass.

Kara placed her palms flat on the table as she stared at Mon-El. "You have pretty eyes."

Mon-El's face turned red. He stared back at her eyes. "Your eyes look like comets."

Kara smiled. "Comets are floaty," she said before making swooshing noises sending her hand flying around in demonstration of a comet.

Mon-El laughed. "I like comets."

Kara blushed. "I like your eyes."

They both leaned forward looking into each other's eyes. Their faces were only a few inches apart. They just stared at each other before Kara leaned the rest of the way forward and kissed Mon-El. Mon-El tensed at first before he returned the kiss. They broke apart a moment later, both smiling.

"You kissed me," Mon-El observed, making Kara roll her eyes.

"Yep," she replied. Mon-El smiled before he leaned over in his booth and fell fast asleep.

Kara leaned her elbow on the table before she placed her chin in her open palm.

Just as she did that Alex and Maggie entered the bar. Alex taking direction from M'gann before finding her sister leaning on her arm on a table, two empty glasses in front of her. Kara turned to look at her. "Hey, you look like my sister."

Alex frowned. Maggie had to stifle her laugh with her hand. "Oh my god, Kara Danvers drunk. We better get a picture of this." Alex took out her phone and snapped a photo of her little sister.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "That's terrible."

Alex chuckled. "Hey, I need the evidence. No one's going to believe this."

Maggie nodded. Kara was no longer looking at them as she had fallen asleep on the table top. A small amount of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, it's gross."

Alex was about to sit across from her sister before she saw the body lying on the bench. "Mon-El," she said in surprise.

Maggie looked at the man asleep on the bench. "Are they?"

"No, she was looking for him. It wasn't a good day for either of them."

Maggie nodded. "We better get them out of here."

Alex motioned for M'gann to come over. "Yeah, wow… they are lightweights."

Alex and Maggie chuckled. "They don't drink much," Alex replied.

M'gann nodded. "Clearly, what do you need?"

"Can you help us get them in the back of my car?" Alex asked.

M'gann smiled. "Sure, I'll take Mon-El. You two take Kara."

An hour later back at the DEO headquarters in the med bay. Alex and Eliza were standing in front of two beds. Kara and Mon-El were both fast asleep.

"I can't believe you found my sweet Kara in a bar," Eliza said, her voice a mix of shock and disapproval.

"Come on Mom, she's not always so innocent."

"Mon-El too, he's such a sweet boy."

"They had a bad day."

"What happened?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too," J'onn said as he walked into the med bay.

Eliza frowned. "It appears that Alex and Maggie found Kara and Mon-El at the alien bar, both drunk."

J'onn looked at Alex for clarification. "That doesn't sound like either of them."

Alex nodded before going into the whole story, even the part where Kara had slapped Mon-El. That part was especially painful for Kara to tell her sister after Alex had found her in the artifact room. "Yeah, Kara was pretty torn up about it. M'gann said that Mon-El came in first, started to drink, said he had a bad day that he wanted to forget. Kara came in a little while later and joined him."

"I wonder if they worked it out."

"Worked out what?" J'onn asked.

Alex and Eliza both looked at J'onn like he was joking. "You don't see it?" Eliza asked.

"See what?" J'onn replied.

Alex laughed. "They like each other."

"Of course they do," J'onn replied.

Eliza put her hand on the Martian's shoulder. "They like each as more than friends, J'onn."

"Wow, men really aren't observant," Alex said, earning a smile from Eliza and a glare from the Martian.

J'onn rubbed his temples. "When did this happen?"

Alex smiled. "It was bound to happen. I think Kara finally figured out that Mon-El was a really good guy and a lot like her."

Eliza nodded. "My little girl here is finally growing up. She has a crush on him. That's for certain."

J'onn sighed. "How can she train him if they're together?"

"They're not together, yet," Alex replied. J'onn gave her an annoyed look.

Eliza frowned at Mon-El and Kara, focusing a little more on Mon-El. "Alex, we don't know anything about Mon-El's background. The way you said Kara described his reaction to her slap is familiar."

"In what way?" J'onn asked.

Eliza stepped closer to Mon-El, moving a few hairs out of his face like a mother would do with her own child. "It's like he subconsciously remembered. Like he had been slapped before."

Alex walked to the other side of the bed, looking down at Mon-El in concern. "Are you saying that he was abused as a child?"

J'onn's expression morphed into one of disgust. He looked down at the young alien before him. "Could something like that remain even after his memory loss?"

Eliza wore a sad expression. "Only if the experience was longstanding. The abused would have been ingrained throughout his childhood." She looked up a small tear slipped down her cheek. "He would have been beaten a lot and for a prolonged time period."

J'onn shook his head. "You found no evidence of abuse in your physical examination."

"J'onn, he is from an alien race with advanced medical techniques and equipment. I believe the abuse could be healed and covered up."

J'onn began to pace back and forth. "So, you're saying that Mon-El has been abused from childhood and then the injuries were quickly healed to hide the evidence?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Eliza replied.

Alex shook her head. "What kind of monsters would do that to a child?'"

J'onn shook his head. "Unfortunately, the answer to that question is lost, along with Mon-El's memories."

AN: Stay locked on target more to come.