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Story Title: The Traveler

Chapter 10

DEO Headquarters

Alex rushed through the hallway of the DEO searching for J'onn J'onzz. She stopped at the conference room door; the last place she hadn't looked. She opened the door, her eyes widening at the prone form of the Martian Manhunter, lying on the table. She rushed to his side, shaking him carefully, not sure what was going on.

J'onn groaned as he opened his eyes. His mind spinning from what he just felt. He felt a hand on his shoulder; he looked up and forced a smile when he saw Alex. "What happened?"

Alex frowned. "You don't remember?"

J'onn shook his head. "I was in here on a conference call. I finished and stood up when a sudden pain in my head hit me."

"I'm calling my Mother," Alex said before she picked up the conference room phone, calling Eliza in the med bay. She had a brief conversation with Eliza before she hung up. "She'll be here in a minute."

J'onn tried to stand up, but he stumbled; Alex grabbed his shoulders and eased him into the chair. "You're not going anywhere until Eliza takes a look at you."

J'onn nodded his head spun when he did that. "Yes, I think I'll sit for a bit."

Eliza rushed into the room. A bio-scanner that Winn and his team invented in her hand. She rushed to J'onn's side, using the scanner to check J'onn's brain patterns. She frowned as you looked at the readings.

"I don't like that look on your face Mom," Alex said.

Eliza forced a smile as she looked at J'onn. "You've suffered a psychic trauma."

"Was it an attack?" J'onn asked worriedly.

Eliza shook her head. "No, something else, I've never seen readings like this before."

Alex sighed. "Just something else to add to our list."

"What was that?" J'onn asked.

Alex frowned before she went into the discussion about the blackouts and the computer virus. J'onn's eyes narrowed when she talked about Brainiac. "I will contact Superman. We're going to need him for this."

"What about Kara?" Alex asked.

"Call her, we're going to need both of them," he replied.

Eliza stepped toward the door. "J'onn," she said. The Martian looked up at her. "Be careful and report any strange sensations that you might have."

J'onn smiled. "Eliza, I will let you know, I promise." She smiled before she walked out of the conference room.

Just as Eliza left the room, Winn appeared in the doorway. He was sweating and his eyes were bigger than normal. "J-J'onn, Alex, I-I n-need to…" he stopped, trying to catch his breath.

"What's wrong Winn," Alex said, concerned for her friend. He took a few deep breaths. "Just take it slow."

Winn nodded. "There's a ship, heading straight for us, it's huge."

"What kind of ship?" J'onn asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I don't know. Our databases have no record of this ship," Winn replied.

J'onn's mind reeled with possibilities until a very dark thought came to mind. "Can you track its course, where it came from?"

Winn nodded, looking down at the datapad in his hand. "He read off the coordinates."

J'onn's eyes widened. Alex felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. "What's going on J'onn?"

"Those coordinates," he began. "They're from Mars."

Winn shook his head. "The ship doesn't fit any Martian designs that we have on record."

"That's because it isn't Martian," J'onn replied.

"So, whose ship is it?" Alex asked.

"I don't know, but I understand what happened earlier," J'onn said as he began to pace the floor. "That ship attacked Mars. I was hit with a wave of psionic backlash. Many Martians died, the white Martians, but still, the deaths of so many beings from my world hit me hard." J'onn's eyes widened as he remembered. "M'Gann," he said. Alex's eyes grew big. "I need to see her, make sure she's okay." Just as he said that the door to the conference room opened. Eliza was there with M'Gann. Eliza helped the Martian sit down. "M'Gann, are you okay?"

M'Gann looked up at J'onn. "They're dead," she said.

J'onn sat down beside her and held her hand. "M'Gann, what do you mean?"

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "They're all dead J'onn. All the white Martians. Every living thing on Mars is dead. It's a dead world."

J'onn's eyes widened. They glowed red for a moment, stretching out to search for other Martian minds; he couldn't find any. Only M'Gann and him; the last two beings of a now dead planet. His eyes began to tear up as well before he pulled M'Gann into a hug. She cried into his shoulder. The memory of his own people's demise making him cry as well. He had hated the white Martians for what they did to his people, but now that they were gone, he didn't feel the hate anymore, just the sorrow for a now dead world.

Alex, Winn, and Eliza left the room; they didn't want to interfere in this private moment. Eliza had a few tears roll down her cheeks as her daughter hugged her. Winn left the room walking back to the control room. He needed to find Clark and Kara; they needed to know what happened and what was going on.

Three hours later at the DEO Headquarters

Superman and Supergirl sat in the conference room; Alex had filled them in on what was going on. They were both stunned at the attack on Mars, at the genocide.

"So, we have an unidentified ship that just set orbit around Earth twenty minutes ago. A ship that attacked Mars killing all of the white Martians," Kara said, repeating part of what Alex just told them.

Superman frowned. "In addition, the computer virus attacks the power plants and the attacks were reminiscent of Brainiac."

J'onn nodded. "Yes, it appears we have two problems."

Winn shook his head. "What if these events aren't separate?" All eyes were on him now. Winn gulped at all the attention. "They could be connected."

"He's right, this seems way too coincidental," Alex agreed.

A call came over the intercom. "Director J'onzz," a voice said over the intercom.

"Go ahead, this J'onzz."

"Director, we have received communications from the orbiting ship. They wish to speak to you."

J'onn looked around the room. How did they know about him? "Patch them through."

A static noise echoed through the room before it cleared up. "Is this J'onn J'onzz, the green Martian?"

"This is J'onn J'onnz, who am I speaking to?"

"I am Commander Sodam Yat of the Daxamite Royal Guard." Everyone around the table looked at each other in stunned silence. The Daxamites were still alive.

"Commander, why have you come to Earth?" J'onn asked.

"We have come looking for the heir to the Daxamite throne, his name is Lar Gand."

Kara's eyes widened, remembering the conversation with her Mother's hologram.

J'onn frowned. "How do you know he is here?"

"A white Martian bounty hunter identified him on this planet. We only seek to bring him back to his people."

Everyone around the table knew that the Daxamite commander was talking about was Mon-El. "Yes, he is here, but he goes by the name Mon-El, his memories were lost during his travels, a malfunction of the hibernation systems."

"I see," Sodam Yat replied. "We must set up a meeting. A place that is secure. The Queen wishes to see her son."

Kara and Clark both exchanged concerned looks; they knew that the part of Mon-El that was Daxamite was from his father, not mother. This was his stepmother and possibly the cause of his recently revealed trauma.

J'onn's frown deepened; he could see the troubled expressions on the faces of Kara and Clark. "We will locate Mon-El; I mean Lar Gand and send you the coordinates and timing of the meeting."

"That is fair. I look forward to your communication," Sodam Yat replied before the connection ended.

Winn stood up quickly. "You got to be joking; we're just going to turn Mon-El over to them. You know that Queen is the one that probably abused him."

J'onn sighed. "We have a potentially hostile ship in orbit around the planet. We have good reason to believe they killed the white Martians. We do not need to provoke them."

Winn fell back into his seat with a defeated look on his face.

Kara was nervous. Were they really going to hand Mon-El over to them? "J'onn, when Mon-El first arrived I visited my Mother's hologram and asked her about Daxam. She read off the reports, but then I asked her about any connection to our family." She looked at Clark. "She said that Aunt Lara worked in the diplomatic corps and that she worked on Daxam at a time, traveled there pretty often. She said that Aunt Lara visited with the Prince and that she reported on him. She even showed me a picture. He looked only eighteen when Krypton was destroyed if it is Mon-El, then more than just the memory malfunctioned; the pod allowed him to age."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Clark asked. Kara could tell that he was hurt by the secret.

"I didn't think it was Mon-El. I didn't know there was a connection. I had a memory Clark, one from the day before the destruction of Krypton. I remembered a red ship landing near Jor-El's home. I was there with Aunt Lara and you when you were just a baby. A young man exited the ship. He was dressed in a red flight suit. I believe it was the prince and now, I believe it was Mon-El," Kara replied, trying to keep her voice even, not wanting to show she was scared, afraid to lose Mon-El.

Clark rubbed the back of his neck. "He knew my Mother?"

Kara nodded. "I believe he did. I understand now. He escaped Daxam, trying to get away."

"Because they abused him," Winn added.

Kara nodded. "How can we send him back to that J'onn?"

J'onn exhaled. "I don't know. Let's set up the meeting. Maybe we can reason with them." Kara looked doubtful. "However, whatever we do, Mon-El needs to know the truth. We can't keep this from him."

"I'll tell him," a voice said from the doorway. Eliza stood in the doorway with her hand on the door handle. "He trusts me J'onn. I can explain it to him."

"How much did you hear?" J'onn asked.

"Enough," she replied. "He needs to decide for himself. He's not a prisoner J'onn. He'll make up his own mind about where he wants to go and who he wants to be."

J'onn nodded. The look on Eliza's face told him that he wouldn't win this argument. "Alright, Mon-El will decide."

Four hours later outside the fortress of solitude

Clark put his hand on Mon-El's shoulder. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Mon-El sighed. "I need to face my past Clark. I need to do that so I can move on."

"I understand Mon-El, but this is a past that you don't remember. A life that's as foreign to you as life on Earth was when you first woke up," Clark replied.

"Mon-El, Clark's right. No one is forcing you to do this," Kara added.

Mon-El sighed. "I need to know."

Clark nodded before he grabbed the dwarf alloy key and raised it toward the door. The door to the fortress slid open. The robot known as Kelex appeared. "Kal-El, Mon-El, and Kara Zor-El, I was not expecting you."

"No worries Kelex, we have a meeting scheduled here with some representatives from Daxam," Clark reassured.

"Daxamites cannot be trusted," Kelex replied before he realized that Mon-El was there. "All except for you Mon-El."

Mon-El forced a smile. "No problem Kelex. I don't remember Daxam or Krypton. It's all a clean slate for me."

Kelex moved out of the way allowing the three to enter the fortress. "Kelex allow the teleportation of one individual to enter the fortress in approximately five minutes," Clark ordered.

"Yes Kal-El," Kelex replied before he disappeared further into the fortress.

Clark, Kara, and Mon-El walked further into the fortress before they stood in the middle of the fortress's main hall. A flash of light erupted just a few feet in front of them. A woman dressed in black armor and wearing a black crown stood before them. She had dark hair that flowed down her back and her dark brown eyes narrowed at the sight of the two Kryptonians dressed with the House of El symbol on their chests. She looked at Mon-El before an almost predatory smile crossed her lips.

"Hello Lar, it is I, your mother, Queen Rhea."

AN: Stay locked on target more to come.