Chapter 8

"Are you guys sure about this?" Mon-El asked; glad to be back on Earth but not so sure about leaving the containment unit, which had been furnished with the comforts of home, or at least a home that could fit inside a large Plexiglas box about twelve feet by twenty feet. Winn had explained all the ins and outs of both the suit and the containment unit but most of it had gone over his head.

"The suit is only temporary. Harrison and I are working on something that will be permanent," Doctor Milo didn't want to get into too many details just yet, especially if it didn't work.

"Ok. I'm guessing you guys haven't told Kara I'm back," Mon-El gave Winn and the doctor a look.

"That will be your job, but I need your help first," Superman walked into the room. Both Doctor Milo and Winn quickly left the room to get back to work, leaving them alone for the moment. Mon-El swallowed hard. If this was the "I'm the cousin and I'll beat the crap out of you if you hurt my cousin" portion of the program, he knew that Superman would kick his ass.

"Whatever you need," the Daxamite smiled slightly.

"Would any of your mother's troops try to exact revenge for her? Did they have contacts on Earth?" Clark wanted to know. They were no longer alone as J'onn walked into the room but the Daxamite was no longer concerned about who was in the room, just who wasn't.

"Ok guys now you're really scaring me. What happened after I left? Where is Kara?" Mon-El asked. Inwardly, Clark smiled. The Daxamite had already proven that he would sacrifice anything for their adopted planet and for Kara and it was good to see it hadn't changed.

"We need answers first and then I promise, we'll explain everything," J'onn spoke up.

"Her generals might try something but to be honest, this is the first time in almost thirty years that Daxam is no longer under my mother's thumb. Maybe they are enjoying their freedom? As for contacts on Earth, I can't have been the only Daxamite to first land here, but I suppose, I'm the only one left," Mon-El had a faraway look on his face like there was something else he was trying to remember but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"But they had access to Kryptonite, right?" Superman pressed.

"They did… Guys, no more screwing around. What the hell happened while I was gone? Where is Kara?" He was starting to lose his patience.

"Put the suit on and I'll explain. Clark, you had better get moving," J'onn said. The Kryptonian nodded and was about to leave when Mon-El said,

"Thank you both for bringing me back."

"Just don't make me regret it," Clark winked and left the room. He had to get to Miss Grant before she realized that Kara wasn't there.

"Yeah that doesn't make me nervous at all," the nervous laughter from the Daxamite made J'onn chuckle. He quickly went about explaining the situation. Needless to say that Mon-El wanted into that special suit as quickly as possible.

"I'm going to open the decontamination room, you come out and if you start feeling off, you run back into the unit. If I have to, I will bring Kara to you. Don't play the hero, she'll never forgive me if you do," J'onn told him as the Daxamite finished zipping up the suit.

"Trust me. She's worth dying for but I won't leave her. I never wanted to but I had no choice," Mon-El said as the Martian poked the buttons to let him out of the containment unit.

"I know and trust me she knows. She's been in a pretty bad place for a while," J'onn admitted as the door hissed and opened. Mon-El walked out of the room and stood there trying to assess his surroundings and how his body felt.

"So…" the Martian prodded.

"No feeling like my veins are full of acid," Mon-El said.

"I think we're starting off on a good foot then. Come on," J'onn jerked his head toward the room's exit and they headed out.

"How does Winn do it?" Mon-El wanted to know as they neared the lab.

"What do you mean?" The Martian asked.

"I mean he knew what size to make this thing. To the point where, other than it being a little sweaty, I'm not uncomfortable," the Daxamite was thoroughly impressed.

"He made Kara's outfit," J'onn just threw that out there.

"And I will be having a talk with him," Mon-El smirked but the smirk disappeared when he saw Kara lying on the bed in the lab. She was sleeping and Alex had fallen asleep in the chair next to her. Mon-El touched the redhead on the shoulder and she stirred. There was some confusion but then she smirked.

"You look like you should be walking on the moon," she chuckled.

"I'll take it," he chuckled back.

"Alex and I are off to see the engineers. They have something," J'onn smiled and with that the two left the room. Mon-El sat down and took Kara's hand in his. He hated to wake her but he wanted to tell her he was here, that at least part of their odyssey was over. However, he didn't have to wake her. She gave his hand a squeeze and slowly opened her eyes.

"You sound like Darth Vader," she couldn't help but laugh and unfortunately, immediately regretted it.

"I do not. Hey how'd you know it was me?" He asked.

"Yes you do and super-hearing, remember?" Kara smirked.

"I really do need to have a talk with Winn and yes, I remember," he smiled.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"You're the one who got shot. How are you feeling?" Mon-El wanted to know.

"I've been better," Kara admitted.

"I know we've been over this but please tell me that you're going to take it easy. I like you in one piece," Mon-El's concern was hard to deny.

"I like me in one piece too, trust me. I did promise Lena we'd do lunch today, before all of this happened and I can't blow her off," Kara told him.

"Well maybe you need to borrow my suit while I take a shower. I'm sweating to death in this thing," he said. Kara studied his face, glad to have it back in her line of sight, but also concerned that he was looking very pale. She reached for her call button and pressed it hard – so hard that she could hear the casing cracking under her thumb.

"What's going on?" Doctor Milo asked.

"I'm a little lightheaded," Mon-El admitted.

"I'd say that's love but I'm guessing the unaccounted for sweating is the problem," Milo cracked a joke before calling for assistance.

"Get Mon-El back to the containment unit and start him on an IV drip. The suit is making him sweat too much. I'll get Winn," the doctor ordered. Quickly, the assistants whisked Mon-El away and Milo ran off to get Winn, leaving Kara alone.

To Be Continued…