Chapter 12

By the time they reached the DEO, Kara was her usual self. Both Alex and Maggie were glad to see it but both of them ordered her to stay at headquarters while they went out looking for Ben Hill. A tactical team, led by J'onn, was already waiting for them when they came back. Everyone made sure Kara made it into the building before they took off.

Kara made her way upstairs and found James and Winn waiting for her. They pulled her in for a hug, glad to see she was ok.

"We're heading out to help the team but we wanted to see you first," Winn told her.

"Well I appreciate that. Apparently Mon-El is climbing the walls," Kara smiled slightly.

"He wasn't the only one, trust us," James smiled at her.

"I appreciate it guys but please be very careful out there. I have no idea if body armor holds up to these bullets. I wish I was out there finding this guy," Kara was upset that she'd basically been forced to stay put. She wanted to be out there hunting this guy with every fiber of her being and everyone knew that but there were bigger consequences at stake here. One well-placed bullet and there would be no more Kara and then the world would be in danger. Especially if this Daxamite managed to kill Clark as well. Earth would become a target for invasion, since it would no longer have Kryptonian assistance. While both she and her cousin had been sent to Earth to protect each other and the planet, their demise, could lead to its destruction. Kara hated thinking like that. Earth had managed to get along without them before but that had been before it was just more than a blip on the radar in another galaxy. Now, because of their presence, Earth was on a larger stage and more exposed. The Daxamite invasion had been proof of that. If Mon-El's parents could track one transmission from halfway across space to find their son, then anyone with malice in their hearts would certainly hear of the Kryptonian demise and think the planet was ripe for the taking.

"Time to let the humans and the Martian go to work," Winn winked at her.

"We know that you want to be out there helping catch this guy. We'd love to have you out there too but we all would rather you be safe. Besides you need to read this article, I sent to Snapper. I tried to make it sound like you as much as possible," James smiled and handed her a flash drive.

"James…" Kara didn't know what to say.

"Now go see Mon-El before he has a heart attack," Winn told her. Both he and James headed off to join in the search for their Daxamite shooter. Kara stopped at the lab and handed Doctor Milo and Harrison Wells the syringe with the lead poisoning cure in it. They promised to take a look at it and let her know something as soon as they could. She thanked them and then moved into the room where Mon-El's containment room was. She found his pacing the floor. Surprised he hasn't worn a hole in it, a little joke to herself.

"There you are," he heaved a sigh of relief and went up the Plexiglas barrier, putting his palm flat against it. Kara moved up to the barrier and put her hand in the same spot on the other side of the Plexiglas.

"I'm fine. The team went out to look for Ben Hill. That's not his real name though is it?" She asked.

"No and to be honest, I have forgotten it. His face is one that I will never forget though," he admitted. Kara gave him a confused look. While Kryptonians and Daxamites aged slower thanks to the yellow sun, Ben Hill was slightly older than both of them and would still look different in his mug shot from the last time he'd seen him.

"As I told Alex and J'onn, his Uncle Roxxas was killed in a very public manner. Roxxas was holding a rally and his nephew was up on the stage with him. The crowd was whipping up into a fervor and soldiers were sent in to break it up. Suddenly a shot rang out and Roxxas dropped to the ground. He'd been shot through the forehead, his blood got on the younger boy. For a long time that image was burned into my brain. When I got older, I found drinking helped to get rid of the images, even if for a little while. So I started to drink and party and…"

"Run around with girls…" Kara supplied and he nodded.

"Anything to get rid of the images in my head," Mon-El said.

"How did you get rid of the images?" She asked, wishing she could hold him in her arms.

"The destruction of the planet and having an uncertain future kept my mind distracted. I hadn't noticed that they hadn't come back until that moment I was back out in space. Alone and floating, my mind wandered. Something made it pop back into my head," Kara could tell that he had been struggling with this. Still she wondered why he hadn't told her about it. Of course, it was part of his old life and perhaps it was just something he preferred not to bring up. It was something they could worry about later.

"We think we have something," Doctor Milo said as he and Harrison Wells walked into the room.

"What exactly?" Kara asked.

"Well in order to make this work, Mon-El is going to have to exit the containment unit and actually start to have symptoms. Once we inject him, it should work fairly quickly. The question is, does it hold forever or will he need injections on a regular basis?" Wells explained.

"How fast will it work?" Mon-El wanted to know.

"Only way to know is to test it," Milo told him. The Daxamite swallowed hard and then went to the exit of the unit. Kara moved over there and helped him out of the safe haven. Almost immediately, he began suffering the symptoms of the lead attacking his system. Kara grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze while Doctor Milo injected the serum into his weakened skin. Within moments, he stopped convulsing and looked at Kara.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Pretty good but now what?" Mon-El wondered.

"We wait and be ready to shove you back into the containment unit if this serum doesn't last long," Doctor Milo said.

"I'm going to get back to the lab," Wells told them.

"What if this doesn't work as a permanent thing?" Mon-El was nervous.

"We have another option…" Milo trailed off.

To Be Continued…