While Kara was galavanting with the USS Prometheus, Mon was in a small apartment in Metropolis that Kara wasn't aware of. As was his paranoid custom, Mon established safe-houses around the world where he would store weapons, supplies, and Kryptonite. As per usual, Brainiac 5 always managed to track him down.

Mon noted Brainiac 5 buzzing his door. "Shit," he realized. He went over the video screen that acted as a peephole. "What do you want?" Mon asked annoyed.

"May I come in? It's important," Brainiac 5 requested.

Mon let Brainiac 5 in and allowed him to play a video of Dr. Gibon on the Solaris space station at Proxima Centauri. "I can't imagine what you might be thinking, getting a message like this," he began.

"Already bored," Mon said impatiently.

"I apologize if it sounds melodramatic...," Dr. Gibon continued.

Mon started playing on his phone, completely disinterested. "I need your help. I need you to come to Solaris and join us. It's what the spirits want. They want more minds to feed off. We've asked the spirits if we can leave...and they said no. That's why you're getting this bizarre request. You're the ideal candidate to join our cult. I'm sorry I can't elaborate further. So, I hope you come to Solaris, Prince Mon. I think you need to. I wish I could tell you more about this...but people are listening," he said as he put a tinfoil hat on his head. He then signed off.

"What the actual fuck?" Mon wondered.

"You can imagine the distress I felt at watching this video," Brainiac 5 said.

"Yeah, bullshit," Mon rolled his eyes. "Just send some security forces, arrest and beat their ass, and drag them back to Earth."

"I did. I lost contact with a human security detachment as they approached Solaris. They haven't returned," Brainiac 5 replied.

"What about the ship's AI?" Mon asked.

"The crew shut it down," Brainiac 5 said. "I am confident that if you board the ship, you can negotiate their safe return."

"I don't negotiate, I kick ass. Also, why would I care about these moronic humans?" Mon asked.

"Kara had trouble on her space adventure. Perhaps, you can do better," Brainiac 5 baited.

"I know you're playing me, Barney, but you're right," Mon smirked.

Mon took off on a Charon shuttle and arrived at Proxima Centauri in 1.5 days going Warp 4. The shuttle docked with the Solaris space station. The space station, itself, was in relatively close orbit with the star. From the station, one could see the star's surface and flares. Upon entering the station, Mon noted how well-lit it was and that everything appeared to be chrome. Going into inspection mode, he couldn't help but notice a blood trail on the floor and on the wall of an airlock. Finding this slightly suspicious, Mon followed the blood trail down the hall, up a ladder, onto the second deck, and into the medical bay. He noticed some bloody gloves on the floor. Looking around some more, he found the morgue which was continually cooled below freezing. There, he found two bodies.

The first body was Dr. Gibon who apparently hung himself. The other body was blasted full of holes and was a bloody mess. Mon then noticed a bloody handprint on the ceiling of the morgue. "Well, that's weird," he noted.

Mon then sensed for anyone actually alive on the station and found a total whacked-out stoner scientist at his computer named Dr. Snow. "Mon, is it?" he asked casually.

"Prince Mon-El to you," Mon scolded.

"Right, sorry about that, Mon," the stoner scientist apologized. "I'm Dr. Snow."

"Is that your real name?" Mon asked skeptically.

"It's actually more of a nickname...because...I...snort a lot of cocaine," he admitted.

"Gotcha, whose blood is that leading to the lab?" Mon questioned.

"Yeah, blood, about that?" he nodded. Mon simply stared at him waiting for an answer. "Katarn," he said finally. "Security forces showed up and popped his ass."

"Why?" Mon questioned.

"He ran away from them," Snow recalled.

"And Dr. Gibon?" Mon asked.

"Yeah...suicide," Snow replied.

"No shit. What happened to the security forces?" Mon asked impatiently.

"They...sort of...disappeared," Snow shrugged.

"Yeah, how?" Mon questioned.

"Exactly. Don't know," he said.

"Where is Dr. Gordon?" Mon asked.

"She's in her room and I would not go in there if I were you," Snow warned.

Mon went to Dr. Gordan's room and knocked on her door. "What?" she asked annoyed.

"What happened to Gibon?" Mon questioned.

"Didn't you ask Snow?" she deflected.

"I'm asking the fucking questions here, sweetheart. What's your version?" Mon demanded.

"There isn't any version," she denied. "He killed himself."

"Why? For funsies? Why haven't you come home after you were ordered to? What did you find?" Mon asked.

"Who do you represent?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'm Mon-El, Prince of all Insane and I'm here to salvage this mission. Don't make me abandon this ship and everyone onboard," Mon told her off.

"Until it starts happening to you, there's no point in discussing it," she spat and then closed her doors.

Mon considered busting down the door and giving her a good ass-whopping but the situation at hand slightly intrigued him. He then noticed Kon running around on the second floor above him. "What the hell? Kon, what the fuck are you doing here? Hey, get back here," Mon said to him.

Mon chased Kon down on the second floor only to find that he vanished. Mon sensed for his energy but found nothing. Annoyed, Mon went back to Snow.

"I saw my son running around on this ship. How is that possible?" Mon asked him.

"I think that's why you're here," Snow nodded.

"I'm conducting a formal interview with you and Gordon. If I don't like what I hear, I'm beating both of your asses and sending what's left back to Earth," Mon told him.

"Yeah, alright," Snow sighed. "How much sleep do you get?"

"Depends, what of it?" Mon asked impatiently.

"If I were you, when you go to sleep, I'd lock the door," Snow advised.

"How ominous. Get your ass to the conference room," Mon ordered.

Mon finally sat Snow and Gordon down for a briefing. "I was trained in physics. I was sent here to assess the economic potential of Solaris as a viable commercial property or potential energy source. I was still compiling data when this shit started happening," Gordan began.

"Did you run any tests on the air, food, and water?" Mon asked condescendingly.

"I checked it fifty times. Nothing," Gordan replied. "I've got depression, bouts of hypomania, primary insomnia, suggestions of agoraphobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, shock, fatigue, denial."

"Looks like you almost have a blackout on your BINGO card," Mon said insensitively.

"I know," Gordan agreed.

"What the fuck is going on around here?" Mon asked.

"Hallucinations of people from your past, present, and future. It's some crazy shit," Gordan said.

"Well, let's all go home and call it a day, shall we?" Mon suggested.

"Yeah, no. I'm going to beat this thing," Gordan said adamantly.

"What about you?" Mon asked Snow.

"Yeah, well, I would kill to get back...literally kill...," Snow said and then lost his train of thought.

"Well, okay then," Mon rolled his eyes and went back to his room.

Mon listened to some of Dr. Gibon's philosophical nonsense on the TV monitor, kept his door unlocked in the hopes someone would attack him, and then went to bed on a very uncomfortable futuristic foam mattress bed. In his dreams, he was back on Planet Mon before its destruction. He dreamed of when his mother and father met for the first time. Rhea exited the train and Lar followed her and tracked her down to a bar. There, they got drunk as fuck, and then Rhea agreed to go to Lar's royal apartment, started making out, and then made love in the Insane tradition. As Mon was forced to see these scenes, he tossed and turned violently.

Mon awoke in a cold sweat. "That was weird," he noted. He then felt feminine fingers on his neck. He eyed his mother, Rhea, looking intently at him. She was much younger, the same age as him, the same age when she first met his father. "God damn!" Mon shouted, freaked out. He got out of bed and got distance between him and her.

Mon then turned back to see Rhea still in his bed smiling and giving him crazy wide eyes. "I'm awake, aren't I?" he realized.

"Yes," Rhea said sweetly.

"How are you here? You're supposed to be dead," Mon said to her.

"How do you mean?" Rhea asked confused.

"Where do you think you are, right now?" he asked her.

Rhea looked around at his quarters. "Some kind of space station," she guessed.

"If you're really my mother, you'll be able to describe my apartment on Planet Mon," Mon said to her.

"Dark, very dark, no paintings, no pictures anywhere. Your fashion sense sucks, Mon," Rhea chided.

"When did you first meet father?" Mon demanded.

"On a train," Rhea recalled. "Mon, I'm so happy to see you. I love you so much."

"Well, that's a lie," Mon said resentfully.

"Don't you love me anymore?" Rhea asked him.

"I've assessed the situation and I'm leaving," Mon said to her.

"Where are you going?" she asked confused.

"I have to return some DVDs to the crew," Mon said as he bolted.

"No!" Rhea shrieked at him.

Mon and Rhea fought over the door briefly. It was then that Mon realized he could not just see and hear her but feel her as well. "What the fuck is your problem?" he asked her as he slammed her down on the bed.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Well, get back to me when you do," Mon said gruffly.

"Why are you so distant from me? Can I come over and sit next to you?" Rhea asked.

"No, back off," Mon refused.

With some careful manipulation, Mon lured Rhea to the airlock. Once she was inside, Mon locked the door behind her and then jettisoned her into space despite her protests. Mon then went back to his room, locked the door, barricaded the door, and went back to sleep. In his next dream, Mon saw his parents argue about political bullshit in an Insane department store.

"So, no one's opinion counts but yours?" Lars asked her.

"Yeah," Rhea confirmed.

"That's Insane," Lars approved.

"This is Insane," Rhea said as she put a dress up to his chest. "How about I be the husband and you be the wife?"

"Did you show the engagement ring to your father?" Lars asked.

"Yes, and he liked it," Rhea replied.

"The man doesn't give compliments very often so that's something," Lars noted.

"You trying to say my father's an asshole?" Rhea asked accusingly.

"When are we going to get married?" Lars asked impatiently.

"When you're strong enough to avoid me beating your ass to death during the ceremony," Rhea said simply.

"Stop joking," Lars scolded her.

"I'm not joking," Rhea stared him down.

Lars chuckled amused, not taking her seriously. "If you keep putting this off, I'm going to stop asking," he threatened. "How long will it take to meet your standards, fifteen, twenty years?"

"Try ages," Rhea teased.

"Bitch, we're getting married this month," Lars said assertively.

Rhea eyed Lars with arousal at his boldness even if he was nothing in power level compared to her. "Would we need to invite witnesses?" Rhea asked.

"Of course, otherwise no one would believe it," Lars replied.

"For your sake, keep it private," Rhea warned.

Mon, in his bed, tossed and turned as he saw his parents naked in bed eating noodles. "I used to have an imaginary sibling that I would fight with every so often. Now, progressively, my mother would stop communicating with me. She only communicated with my imaginary friend, and we didn't have conversations anymore. I mean, admittedly, she was certifiably Insane. But that was a rather strange way to grow up."

"That's pretty fucked up. I would never do that," Lars promised.

"I know that," Rhea smiled.

Mon awoke as he felt fingers on his head. "Holy shit," he awoke with a start, ready to kill.

"It's me," she said to him.

Rhea lay in bed next to her adult son and examined him. "When did you get that?" she asked of one of his scars.

"Just before I came here," Mon said vaguely.

"Was I with you?" Rhea asked.

"No, you were long dead," Mon told her.

Rhea got on top of him and looked him in the eye. "I don't actually remember anything. I only remember you. Was I ill?"

"You were...a psycho bitch that needed to be put down," Mon admitted.

"How long have we been apart?" Rhea asked.

"A few years or a thousand years depending on your point of view," Mon replied.

"Were you alone?" Rhea asked concernedly.

"I got married with kids and I have a collection of colleagues I wouldn't necessarily call friends," Mon said.

"Was that difficult?" Rhea questioned.

"Yes," Mon admitted.

"Did you think about me?" Rhea asked.

"Every day," Mon nodded.

"What is that out there?" Rhea asked referring to the star out the window.

"Proxima Centauri," Mon pointed out.

"I don't remember how I got here," Rhea admitted.

"That makes two of us," Mon mocked.

"Did I come here with you?" Rhea asked.

"You're some kind of hallucination or entity that found its way into the space station," Mon told her.

"So, I wasn't here yesterday," Rhea realized.

"No shit," Mon confirmed. He then went over to his computer. "I'm going to put on some pornography. I hope that's not awkward for you."

"I'm not the person I remember," Rhea said befuddled. "I'm really trying to understand and these strange thoughts keep coming into my head, and I don't know where they're coming from."

"Bask in the chaos and confusion of the situation," Mon advised.

"I don't think I can live with this. I don't remember things. I think I want to kill myself," Rhea said anxiously.

"Need any help?" Mon offered.

"Mmm...hmmm...right," Rhea nodded her head.

"Look, I'm going to leave now. You stay here," Mon ordered.

Mon had a conversation with Snow over the situation. "Yeah, I was surprised when you used the airlock but you deserve to be as freaked out as you were," Snow said.

"It's an energy construct that looks and feels like the person we know and I tried to get rid of it," Mon said defensively.

"I wonder if they can get pregnant," Snow said.

"What the fuck?" Mon thought he misheard.

"You know...your mom...getting pregnant...here," Snow suggested. "Like what if we get Gordon and your mother pregnant? That would be some good shit right there, mysterious shit but good shit. It would solve everything. That's my plan. What do you think?"

Mon gave him a WTF look but quickly recovered. "I'll have to give it some honest thought."

Mon called in Gordon and Snow to discuss the possibility. Instead, Gordon hijacked the conversation. "Alright, enough hypothesizing. What is it?" Gordon demanded.

"Sub-atomic particles...stabilized...by a Higgs field," Snow suggested.

"That sounds like bullshit," Mon mocked.

"I tried," Snow shrugged.

"Well, let's cut all critical ship functions to create a negative Higgs field and bombard them with Higgs antibosons," Gordon suggested.

"What if we're wrong?" Snow objected.

"Let's find out. We take our findings back to Earth," Gordon said enthusiastically.

"Or...or...or...you're also one of them and you're trying to fuck us," Mon said paranoid.

"Wait...what? I'm a human being," Gordan said defensively.

"How can we know that for certain?" Mon asked.

"How do we know you're real?" Gordon shot back.

"You'll know I'm real when I blow up this ship," Mon said obviously.

"You're being manipulated," Gordon told him.

"As far as psychological warfare goes, this is weak sauce," Mon said dismissively. "Now, we're all going back to Earth now."

"What if you accidentally transport one of those things to Earth and this starts happening on a mass scale," Gordon protested.

"First, I don't give a damn. Second, I think it's unlikely. The star is the source of these beings," Mon theorized. "You leave the star and the constructs will cease."

"How can you know definitively about a construct you don't understand?" Gordon scolded. "No one is going back. We're all going to die here." She then left the room in a huff.

Mon followed Gordon into the lab. "Using a high-energy proton accelerator and a matter phase modulator and by adjusting the tuning frequency I can get an enhancement of Higgs antibosons at 90 gigahertz and an almost pure beam at 160 gigahertz. I used it on mine," Gordon told him.

"And?" Mon questioned.

"They disappear, back where they came from," Gordon theorized.

"Unless you're one of them and you're trying to drain the station of its needed energy supply," Mon said.

"I'll do it when you're asleep," Gordon threatened.

"Then, I won't sleep," Mon told her off.

In his quarters, Mon had a conversation with Rhea. "I come from your memories of her. I'm not a real person," she realized.

"Well...no shit," Mon agreed.

"I'm a bitch because that's how you remember me. My voice sounds the way it does because that's how you remember it," Rhea said.

"I'm not in the mood to relive my past. I refused to join you because I was pissed off you killed father and tried to control me. I don't feel I should have done anything differently," Mon said to her.

"But am I really Rhea?" Rhea wondered.

"Who the fuck knows?" Mon shrugged.

"Just let them use the device on me. Then, you'll be free of me," Rhea said.

"No," Mon denied.

"You can't bring me back to Earth. Do you really want to be trapped here?" Rhea asked.

"I'm going to restore some Insane order to this station. I will not fail," Mon said stubbornly.

That night, Mon got woken up by Rhea being all seductive on him. He felt paralyzed and half-awake. "This is so wrong," he said to her.

"If I'm just a construct, what does it matter?" Rhea asked.

"Can't you take a different form then?" Mon asked her.

"Like your bitch wife?" Rhea spat.

"Okay, I'm going to leave now," Mon said and then exited his room.

Mon met up with Gordon who was tinkering with the AI system in the morgue. Mon casually tore open the ceiling revealing Snow's dead body. "Well, how about that?" he mused.

"I knew it," Gordon shook her head dismayed.

"How long do you think he's been dead?" Mon asked.

"Hard to say due to the cold," Gordon shrugged.

Mon went back to Snow to chew him out. "What's your deal, asshole?"

"He attacked me. Within the first thirty seconds of my existence, he tried to kill me with a knife. So, I killed him first. But you see, this is an incredible opportunity. I'm a gift," Snow said.

"I think we should use the Higgs device on him," Gordon suggested.

"If you do, you'll drain the fuel reactors and the space station will fall into the star. We're already a lot closer to it. You can't escape to Earth even if you wanted to," Snow told them.

"Dude, I thought you were cool," Mon shook his head disappointed.

Mon went back to his quarters one last time and met up with Rhea. "I know you're not really my mother but this has been very therapeutic in a weird way," Mon said to her.

"Everything between us is forgiven," Rhea assured him.

"That's exactly what I needed to hear," Mon said pleased.

Mon then exited the room and met up with Gordon. "I'm going to give you a fighting chance before I blow up the station."

"Use the Higgs device on me if you doubt me," Gordon said to him.

"That device may not even work. It could be just a ruse to lower our energy reserves," Mon said.

"So, you'll kill me?" Gordon asked shocked and appalled.

"The only thing that is certain is that I am Insane, therefore I am," Mon told her. "I'll give you a good headstart."

Gordon rushed to get to the docked Charon shuttle to escape. Mon waited a good moment and then destroyed the entire space station in a flash of light with no one escaping. Mon then teleported back to Earth.

Earth

In the Fortress of Solitude, Mon met up with Brainiac 5. "Are you sure this is a good idea? It may reopen old wounds?" Brainiac 5 warned.

"Those wounds have already been reopened," Mon said, referring to Solaris.

"Very well," Brainiac 5 said and then handed him a Kryptonian key chip.

Mon placed the key in the computer and immediately a hologram of Rhea appeared before them. "What is the nature of your inquiry?" she asked. Mon sighed at seeing his real mother's face from his memories.

"Nothing," Mon said and then turned to Brainiac 5. "Thank you," he said sincerely. Upon staring at his mother's face, Mon shed a private tear and then turned the hologram off.

Author's Notes: Rhea being killed by lead poisoning was a rather cheap way to avoid CW Kara taking any responsibility for her death. By having AOS Kara kill Rhea directly, it complicates things between her and Mon. Unlike CW, AOS Rhea does show up every so often in flashbacks and whatnot. She also makes an appearance in AOS Season 7.