Part Two - Reset - Chapter 11
I can't upload tomorrow so I'll do it today.
A few months later
"Thank you," she said softly. "For everything: For staying, for making breakfast, and for being here."
Mon-El turned to her, his eyes soft and warm. "I'll always be here for you, Kara," he said. "No matter where or when I am."
Kara felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at him, the realization of how much she truly loved him hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Without hesitation, she reached up and kissed him, a soft and lingering kiss that spoke of all the emotions that she couldn't put into words.
Kara woke up with a start, her heart racing as she tried to shake off the remnants of her dream. It had felt so real, so vivid, and yet she couldn't remember ever experiencing it in real life.
In her dream, she and Mon-El had been in Alex's kitchen, enjoying breakfast before they had to part ways. They had shared a tender, heartfelt kiss, and Kara had felt a rush of emotion that left her breathless.
But now, as she lay in her bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and disorientation. Had that really happened, or was it just a figment of her imagination? All of the dreams these past couple of months cannot just be a coincidence.
Kara tried to push the dream out of her mind, but it lingered like a nagging feeling in the back of her head. She couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to it, if maybe she and Mon-El had shared a moment like that and she just couldn't remember.
The uncertainty was overwhelming, and Kara felt a sense of anxiety and apprehension that she couldn't explain. She didn't know what to do, or who to turn to for answers.
The Legion had finally tracked down their target, a notorious criminal who had been evading them for weeks. Mon-El led the charge, determined to capture the villain and put an end to his crimes.
They found him holed up in an abandoned factory, surrounded by his henchmen. Mon-El signaled his team to take positions, ready to strike at his command. The villain was cornered, and victory seemed within reach.
But as Mon-El was about to give the order to attack, he heard a familiar sound - the distress signal from a nearby spaceship. He recognized the code as belonging to a Dyralian, a refugee he had helped to escape from the destruction of his planet.
Without hesitation, Mon-El broke formation and rushed towards the ship, leaving his teammates to deal with the criminal. He thought he could handle both tasks, but he was wrong.
As he entered the ship, he was ambushed by the villain's henchmen, who had sneaked up behind him. They caught him off guard and knocked him out cold.
When Mon-El woke up, he found himself tied up and surrounded by his enemies. He realized too late that he had made a grave mistake, leaving his team exposed and vulnerable.
He struggled to break free, but the ropes were too tight. He watched helplessly as the villain and his gang made their escape, taking valuable resources and weapons with them.
Mon-El cursed himself for his foolishness, knowing that his error could have disastrous consequences for the Legion and beyond.
Kara fidgeted in her seat as she watched Esme play with her toys. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been building up inside her since the little girl had mentioned Mon-El's name.
"Hey Esme, do you want to go to the park?" Kara asked, hoping to change the subject.
But Esme had other ideas. "Who's Mon-El?" she asked, looking up at Kara with her big blue eyes.
Kara's heart skipped a beat as she struggled to find the right words. She had been so careful to keep her Mon-El dreams hidden from everyone, especially from Esme.
"Why do you ask?" Kara said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Esme shrugged. "I don't know. I heard you say his name in your sleep. You said you loved him."
Kara felt a lump form in her throat as she tried to keep her emotions in check. "That's just... gibberish, Esme. I don't even remember my dreams," she lied.
Esme didn't seem convinced, but thankfully she didn't press the matter any further. Kara let out a sigh of relief as she and Esme headed to the park. But her relief was short-lived.
Kara sat down on a bench while Esme ran around and played with the other children. She couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness wash over her as she watched the kids having fun with their parents.
Kara thought about how she wished things had turned out differently with Mon-El. She wondered if she'll ever find someone she'd care for as deeply as she did for him. As these thoughts raced through her mind, she barely noticed Esme come back to her, tugging at her sleeve.
"Aunt Kara, are you okay?" Esme asked, her eyes filled with concern.
Kara forced a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought."
Esme looked at her skeptically, "Are you sure? You seem sad."
Kara's heart sank as she realized how perceptive Esme was. She wished she could hide her feelings better, but she knew it was too late.
"I...I'm just missing someone," Kara admitted, unsure if she should tell Esme the truth.
"Is it this Mon-El person?" Esme asked, tilting her head to the side.
Kara hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest, "Yes, he is...he was someone very important to me. But he's not here anymore."
Esme nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, "Okay, can we go to the swings now?"
Kara smiled and nodded, grateful for Esme's distraction. And everything seemed brighter, that was until Kara spotted a family posing for a picture with their kids, and for a brief moment, she saw Mon-El's face superimposed on the father's.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the image, and focus on pushing Esme on the swing. But the image lingered in her mind, and she felt another pang of sadness and longing
Kara tried to push the thought away, reminding herself that Mon-El is gone and that she needs to move on. But as she watched Esme giggling and having fun, she couldn't help but picture Mon-El playing with Esme, and the pain of constantly losing Mon-El comes flooding back.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but her heart felt heavy, and the park suddenly seemed a lot emptier than before.
Finally, as the day drew to a close, Kara found herself back in her apartment without Esme, alone with her thoughts. She sat on the couch and let out a long, deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside of her.
But Kara felt hollow and empty. She felt like she was suffocating, like the weight of the world was pressing down on her. She tried to distract herself, to focus on her work and her duties as Supergirl, but even that didn't help.
It was no use. The incident at the park, and the feeling that came with it, wouldn't let her go. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking out at an endless sea of uncertainty.
Mon-El was seething with anger as he trained alone in the Legion's gym. He couldn't believe all of the mistakes he's been committing, like letting the bad guy get away all because he had let his guard down for just a split second. He had been replaying the events over and over in his head for hours now, trying to come up with a way to make things right.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and frustration. His punches were becoming more forceful, and he didn't even notice the pain in his hand until he heard the snap.
In his anger, he hit the metal wall with his bare hand, not realizing the force he was exerting, the pain was excruciating.
Winn heard the commotion and rushed to the gym, finding Mon-El clutching his broken hand in agony.
He let out a string of curses as he cradled his injured hand, frustration and anger boiling over. Winn quickly intervened, guiding Mon-El to a nearby chair.
"Let me see your hand," Winn said, gently unwrapping the boxing tape and examining the damage.
Mon-El winced as Winn prodded the swollen and bruised knuckles, "It's broken, isn't it?"
Winn nodded, "Yeah, it looks like it. You're going to need to take it easy for a while."
Mon-El let out a bitter laugh, "Take it easy? How can I take it easy when I keep making mistakes left and right? How can I even face the Legion?"
Winn placed a comforting hand on Mon-El's shoulder, "You made a couple of mistakes, we all do too. All the time. You'll learn from it and do better next time."
Mon-El shook his head, "But what if there isn't a next time, Winn? What if I can't redeem myself?"
Winn squeezed Mon-El's shoulder, "You will, Mon-El. I believe in you, so does the team...and so does Kara."
Mon-El's heart ached at the mention of Kara's name. He frowned.
"I'm sorry, Mon-El," Winn sighed, after noticing his mood go from anger to sadness. "I shouldn't have mentioned Kara."
Mon-El looked up at Winn, surprised. "It's okay, Winn. You didn't do anything wrong."
Winn shook his head, "No, I know how hard it is for you not to see her. I didn't mean to bring up any painful memories."
Mon-El took a deep breath, "It's not your fault, Winn. And honestly, I appreciate that you're trying to help. It means a lot to me."
Winn nodded, "I just want you to know that you're not alone. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together."
Mon-El smiled weakly, "Thanks, Winn."
