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Story Title: The Traveler

Chapter 14

Kara Danver's Apartment

Kara stood in front of a mirror wearing a pink dress, turning around, craning her neck to look in the mirror as she moved around. She stopped looking at herself. She frowned before she sighed in resignation. She zoomed away from the mirror, returning only a few second later dressed in a long flowing black dress before she zoomed off again. She repeated the process until she stood in the mirror in a red dress. She put her glasses on and stared back at the mirror. She frowned for a moment before she heard a knock on her door.

She rushed to the door and opened it; standing in front of her was Mon-El, dressed in dark blue jeans, a blue, buttoned-up shirt with a black jacket over it. He was wearing his glasses and his dark hair was combed to the side. She was a little dumbstruck at how good he looked. She shook her head slightly before a broad smiled crossed her face. "You're early," she said.

Mon-El smiled at her nervousness. "Well, hello to you too."

Kara frowned. "Hello, you're early, I'm not ready yet."

Mon-El stepped closer, reaching forward and touching one of her princess curls. "You look ready to me and beautiful."

Kara blushed before she stepped away from him to let him come in. Mon-El walked into the apartment, his smile widened as he noticed the blush on Kara's cheeks. Kara closed the door behind him. Mon-El turned around and smiled as Kara stared at him with her hands on her hips. "You do look beautiful," he said.

Kara put her hand over her mouth; she almost giggled. She cleared her throat. "Thank you, you look very handsome."

Mon-el blushed a little. "Thank you. So… where did you want to go out?"

"You mean you haven't planned a place for us to go out?"

Mon-El paced nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, worried that he blew it. "I've never actually done this before."

Kara's blue eyes widened. "You mean a date?"

Mon-El nodded. "Yeah, not on Daxam, not in the future, and certainly not here."

"Oh Mon-El, what am I going to do with you?" Kara had her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Mon-El stepped closer, placing his hands on her hips, making Kara's skin tingle. "I know one thing," he said before he leaned forward and kissed her, making Kara stand up on her tippy toes to deepen the kiss. They broke apart a few seconds later. "Yeah, so good."

Kara' cheeks became beat red. "I know this little Italian restaurant around the corner."

"Sounds good to me."

Kara opened the door; Mon-El stepped out, his eyes never leaving hers. She closed the door and the two walked down the hallway, Mon-El grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers as they walked out of Kara's apartment building.

They entered the restaurant a few minutes later, taking a corner booth with a window that looked out at the city. It was dark out now, but it was still warm even though the sky was clear.

Mon-El smiled across the table from Kara before he turned and looked out the window. "It's a beautiful night."

Kara followed his gaze. "Yeah, you can see some stars, even with all of the city lights."

Mon-El nodded his smile slipping away as he stared at the sky. "In the future, the sky is clearer, less light pollution." Kara waited for him to continue. "I always loved the stars, on Daxam they were the only company I had. I'd look up at the stars and dream about all of the people on the planets that circled them. I wanted so bad to be out there, exploring the universe, meeting new people, learning about new cultures. Lara… I mean my mother, she would come see me, not as often as I hoped, but more than anyone else did. She would tell me about Krypton, about the other inhabited worlds. That was the reason I escaped, not just to be free of my prison, but to see the universe. My mother, she knew what I wanted; I just wish I could have saved her, could have known who she really was." Mon-El wiped a tear that slipped from his eye.

Kara's eyes watered; her heart ached for him. She listened to Mon-El talk about his past. She reached across the table and took his hand in hers. She rubbed comforting circles on the back of his hand. "Hey, you're not alone now."

Mon-El looked away from the night sky. He looked at Kara, his blue-gray eyes shining with unshed tears. He could see the reflection of water in Kara's blue eyes. "When I escaped and came to Krypton. I didn't know what to expect. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. Do you know what scared me then?" Kara shook her head. "I was scared that I would be sent back to Daxam, that they would find me, and bring me back."

"Oh Mon-El, you never have to fear that again."

He nodded. "I know, it's just, I remember that time so clearly. I met Jor-El and I didn't know what to expect, but he was so nice to me." Mon-El tightened his grip on Kara's hand. "Would he have been that nice, if he knew who I really was that I was his wife's child from a previous affair? That I was this hybrid freak of nature."

Kara squeezed his hand back. "Do not talk like that. You are not a freak. You are perfect just as you are." Her brow furrowed. "Uncle Jor-El was a good man; he wouldn't have judged you; none of us judge you because of how you were born."

Mon-El looked down at their intertwined hands. "You really think that don't you?"

"I do, so does everyone else that knows you."

Mon-El pulled his hand away; Kara frowned. "That's just it; none of you truly know me. You know Mon-El, the amnesiac, not Valor. I was eighteen years old when my pod was found by the Legion. I lived in that future utopia for six years. I'm not the Mon-El that you all came to know. I have been the leader of the Legion for three of those six years. I traveled the universe, protecting it from evils that none of you could imagine. I got my fill of exploration. My fill of learning of new people and cultures. My absolute fill of seeing all the evil in the universe."

Kara just sat there stunned; she listened to everything he said. "You don't want to explore, become an astronaut?"

Mon-El frowned at the question. "I thought I did, but that was the naïve child, the eighteen-year-old that woke up in the future, not the hero, the leader that explored the universe and defended it."

"So, what do you want to do?"

Mon-El looked out the window again. "I found my true calling in the future and maybe I can continue that here. I want to protect people. I want to protect this world."

Kara smiled. "You can certainly do that."

"I want to join the DEO fulltime, protect this world from threats. I know those threats are out there and they will eventually come here. When they do, they are going to find a surprise. They are going to find that Valor is here, waiting for them."

Kara grabbed his hand again. "He won't be alone. I'll be there along with the others."

Mon-El smiled before he looked around the restaurant. "I think we better order; we're getting some strange looks."

Kara chuckled. "Let them look, I'm here with my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend, huh?"

Kara blushed. "I just assumed."

Mon-El raised his hand to silence her. "Of course I'd love to be your boyfriend Kara." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, before letting go. Kara smiled, her cheeks turning redder.

DEO Headquarters

Mon-El or Mike Matthews walked through the DEO headquarters; he wore the same black uniform as other agents and his glasses. The agents of the DEO knew who he was, but his disguise was needed. He was an agent now, but also Valor. He walked to the main control table in the middle of the control room; J'onn was standing there looking at a display on the tabletop.

"Mike, how is your first day so far?"

Mike smiled. "Alex put me through some tests at the gun range and in the red sun room." J'onn nodded in understanding.

Just then, Alex walked in, rubbing her back, sending a glare toward Mike.

"Is there a problem Agent Danvers," J'onn asked, a smirk playing across his face.

Alex's eyes narrowed. "You knew, didn't you?"

J'onn frowned, but Mike could tell it was forced. "I have no idea what you mean."

Alex crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You know damn well what I mean, Director. You sent me in to test him," she said as she pointed toward Mike. "Knowing damn well that he's a ringer."

Mike's brow furrowed in confusion. "A what?"

Alex turned to him, her glare unceasing. "A damn expert in hand to hand, and a dead-eye shot."

J'onn smiled. "Well, I knew he must be trained in some fighting; he's a Legionnaire, remember?"

"How can I forget?" she asked rhetorically.

"What's wrong with your back?" J'onn asked worriedly. He was smiling internally, a little payback for mocking him about Kara and Mon-El.

Alex took a deep breath to calm her anger. "It comes from being thrown on the mat, repeatedly."

"Mike, you can't be too hard on her," J'onn quipped.

Mike smiled. "I was in a red sun environment. I can't help it that your best hand to hand fighter isn't in my league or Legion." That last part was full of sarcasm.

Alex reached for her gun, ready to shoot the alien; she knew it wouldn't hurt him but it sure would make her feel better. "Alex," J'onn warned.

"It wouldn't hurt him," she replied.

Mike covered his faced with his fist, trying his best not to laugh at the situation. "Maybe, I can train you, show you some thirty-first-century moves."

Alex shook her head, muttering under her breath as she walked away.

"Wow, sore loser, huh?" Mike asked.

J'onn rubbed his brow. "Yeah, you could say that."

"So, Boss, what do you have for me today?"

J'onn smiled. "Well, I need someone to go to the Fortress of solitude to meet Superman and help him clean up some of those Daxamite weapons from the great hall. The soldiers were removed and… the body of the Queen… was handled."

Mike was lost in thought. "Yeah, good riddance to her." J'onn gave him a concerned look. "No problem J'onn, I'll meet Clark there."

Mike walked to the balcony, a few of the agents watching him as he touched his Legion ring, his body was covered by the golden light until he stood before them in the uniform of Valor. He gave J'onn a salute, smiling at the other agents before taking off into the air.

Valor poured on the speed but he didn't fly north; he flew straight up until he was in space. Once in outer space, he poured on the speed, even more, dropping down into the arctic only seconds later, touching down softly. A broad smile on his face. It wasn't every day that he could open up, pour on the speed, and travel in space. He walked toward the fortress, it's white walls reflected the sun just like the snow around it. He reached the door, picked up the key with ease; the door slid open, revealing the interior and a rebuilt version of Kelex.

"Hello Kelex," Valor said.

"I am Kelex Two, Mon-El."

"Good to meet you Kelex Two. Can you tell me where my brother is located?"

"Kal-El is in the great hall, awaiting your arrival."

"Thank you," Mon-El replied before he walked into the fortress, stopping when he saw his brother moving some debris.

"Need a hand, little brother."

Kal-El put down the equipment and smiled. "Nope, just finished moving this thing."

"J'onn said that you needed a hand."

"Well, maybe I just wanted to see you."

Mon-El smiled. "Okay, I'll bite, what's going on?"

Kal-El or Clark sighed. "I hear that you and Kara…"

He didn't get to finish. "You heard what about Kara and I?"

Clark rubbed the back of his neck. Mon-El smiled, it was a nervous gesture he did; he wondered if the two of them had inherited that from Lara. "I heard from Alex that you two were dating."

Mon-El smiled. "Yes, is there a problem?"

"No, I was just surprised you didn't tell me." Mon-El stepped toward his brother. "Kara didn't tell me either."

"Maybe we were concerned you wouldn't approve."

Clark put his hands on his hips. "Of course I'd approve. You two mean a lot to me and I want both of you to be happy."

"But…"

"No buts, I just…"

"What's going on Clark?"

Clark sighed. "Lois and I broke up."

"What?"

"Yeah, it was a mutual thing; she's too concentrated on her career."

Mon-El frowned. "She doesn't want a family?"

Clark sighed. "We don't even know if that's possible, but yes, she doesn't want kids."

Mon-El stepped up to his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Clark. I truly am."

"I love her, but it's just not enough."

Mon-El pulled his brother into a hug, rubbing his back. They pulled away a few moments later. "Hey, don't be so upset. As Winn says, there are more fish in the sea."

Clark rolled his eyes. "Yeah, taking advice from Winn again. I thought you learned your lesson."

Mon-El laughed, making Clark laugh as well. "I have, it's just sometimes I want to make him believe that I still need his advice."

"You're a good friend."

Mon-El put his arm around his brother's shoulder. "Come on; let's go to the alien bar in National City. I bet you M'Gann has something that will make you forget your worries." Mon-El led his brother out of the great hall. "Besides, I might be a good friend, but I'm a much better big brother."

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