AN: So sorry this took so long! I was busy developing characters in this other thing I'm doing. Now I do a disclaimer. It's not mine. I'm borrowing the bold parts from WritersBlock039 . Have fun reading!

As soon as they were told they were taking a break, Alex walked out, heading to the control room.

"We haven't gotten any calls from Slade," Ruby told her from where she was sitting.

"Is that good or bad? No bad calls, but no good calls," Alex said, looking extremely stressed.

"Alex. Calm down. Why don't you go call him?" Laurel said.

"Thanks," Alex walked out to go call Slade.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Slade, how's it going?"

"Well, she's been switching between brooding, plotting, and attempting to go on murderous rampages, so we know who she takes after. Well, I guess we already knew, with the amount of leftover mirakuru from me in her DNA that makes her attempt to go on murderous rages."

"I'm just hoping this episode will pass quickly. She really wanted to be here for the viewings. After she found out about them," Alex said.

"Her episodes don't usually last more than two days. I have to go, make sure she doesn't try to stab someone. Mainly me or herself."

"Bye Slade," Alex said softly.

----

Alex walked back into the control room.

A small blur rushed up to her, "Is Rose okay?"

"She's okay Rebecca, don't worry."

"I'm not worried. I just... miss her," Rebecca shrugged. "Alura, I'm lonely!"

"I'm here," Alura said, making Alex jump.

"Where did you come from?" Alex muttered.

Alura hugged Rebecca and said, "Let's go do something!"

"To the vents!"

"No, you're grounded. No vents," Laurel said.

"Wha- mom!"

"No arguments."

----

"Okay, now that we've all had lunch, and tried to prove our various cooking skills by setting things on fire-" Pointed look towards Kara and Moira. "-we can continue."

Samantha Arias

Sam stood over a pot of boiling water, rolling her head around, wincing slightly. "Mom?" Ruby asked from the island. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah," Sam responded after a moment. "Yeah, babe, I'm fine. You wanna set the table? This won't take long to cook."

Ruby walked over, and Sam walked over to the pot to put the pasta in, stopping for a moment and staring at the boiling water. She looked over her shoulder to make sure Ruby wasn't paying attention before slowly dipping her hand into the water.

"Don't dip your hand in that water!" Caitlin said, going, full doctor.

She pulled it out to find nothing wrong with her hand at all. She made a fist just to make sure, but her hand was completely fine.

"You... didn't get burned. I-" Caitlin just sighed.

"What kind of Alien are you I wonder?" Kara said.

"She could be a meta," Barry pointed out.

"Mom?" Ruby asked, and Sam turned to her. "Can I watch a movie tonight if I finish my homework?"

"Um," Sam said slowly, looking down. "You know what, I just realized I have to go back to work for something. Can you go over to Tess's for dinner tonight?"

"Mom, do I have to?" Ruby sighed.

"That's what you sound like," Laurel said to Rebecca.

"Uncalled for!" Rebecca said.

"Ruby, this is not a discussion," Sam narrowed her eyes. "You're going to Tess's."

"OK," Ruby whispered, leaving to find her stuff, and Sam looked back down at the pot of boiling water in shock.

Winn Schott/J'onn J'onzz

Winn was walking through the D.E.O. when he caught sight of a familiar face walking around, looking confused. "Hey!" he called, seeing the man turn around. "Hey, Mr. J. You, uh, looking for something?"

M'yrnn looked relieved to see him and walked up. "I would like to find the b'rahh alcom."

"Oh!" Winn snapped his fingers. "Oh! You know, I've been brushing up on my Martian. B'rahh . . . library!" M'yrnn frowned, and he winced. "No. Bathroom!"

"You know Martian? J'onn said.

"I'm rusty, but yeah," Winn nodded.

"To relieve myself," M'yrnn nodded.

"You don't know where it is?" Winn asked in surprise. "Haven't you been here for, like, three weeks?"

"And four days," he confirmed. "Precisely."

Winn stared blankly at him before pointing past him. "Yeah, it's down the hall, around the corner, third door to your left. We really, really should put up signs," he muttered to himself.

"May I go?" M'yrnn asked.

That really made Winn stare. "Yeah," he said, surprised he had to ask.

"Thank you!" M'yrnn smiled in delight, walking off.

Winn watched him go, then shook his head and turned around. "OK," he nodded, heading back to the main room.

"Shut down those systems so there's no possibility of infiltration," J'onn was ordering when he walked in.

"Yes, sir," an agent responded.

"Um, boss," Winn hurried up to him. "Hey, can I chat with you for, like, a hot sec?"

J'onn looked up from his tablet and raised an eyebrow. "A hot sec?" he repeated.

"Late 2010's slang," Rebecca shuddered.

"It wasn't that bad!"

"Yes, it was."

"Oh, my God, never mind," Winn sighed. "Listen, your dad just asked me for permission to use the bathroom."

"Yeah, well," J'onn passed his tablet on to a passing agent. "He's still getting used to things around here."

"Sure," Winn nodded, understanding that. "But it was kinda like the way he said it like he was a prisoner or something."

"Well, he was a prisoner for over three hundred years," J'onn reminded him.

"Exactly why I think that you might wanna take him out," Winn told him. "Like, into the non-D.E.O. world."

J'onn blinked, then said slowly, "I run a complex and highly sensitive government operation here."

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Winn sighed, slumping against the centre console.

Kara flew in suddenly, landing in the middle of the room. "Winn? I got your message."

"Yes!" Winn perked up. "Yes, of course. So, I'm not really quite sure what to make of it, but I thought you guys should see this. This is an incident that happened this morning."

"What is it?" J'onn frowned.

"So, the city sent out an exploratory team to investigate the effects of the submarine attack, and you can see they found something strange in the bedrock, so they went to check it out," Winn pointed to the screens overhead, playing a video feed. "And . . . "

J'onn narrowed his eyes, seeing what appeared to be a spacecraft of some kind fired at the submarine, shorting the camera out. "It got attacked," he said in surprise.

"Oh, that can't be good," Kara winced.

"Yep," Winn nodded. "I mean, luckily, their emergency systems kicked in and they made it to the surface, but they could have easily just been taken out."

"What else can you find out?" J'onn asked.

"Oh!" Winn straightened, typing on his computer. "The USGS geothermal scans, we can pull up one of those to find these coordinates." Kara and J'onn turned to the screen, blinking when they saw the red scan that showed up. "OK," Winn said slowly, standing up. "Well, I can tell you two things right off the bat. One, according to the rock layers, that ship has been under there for about twelve thousand years. And two, whatever metal it's made out of, is not on the periodic table."

"The metal could be Alien," Agent Danvers said.

"Yeah... you deal with Aliens on a daily basis. Why do you always look so concerned when something alien happens?" Rebecca questioned.

"I... actually don't know."

"I'm smart!" Rebecca beamed.

"Yeah. We know. You spout random facts often enough," Malcolm said. "How do you know the person who discovered blood groups but not your own!?"

"I don't know. I was bored. Besides, you know my blood type, so it's fine," Rebecca shrugged.

Kara and J'onn shared concerned looks before turning back to the screen.

Kara Danvers

"OK, slow down, slow down," Winn hurried to catch up with Kara and J'onn as they walked down the sidewalk. "We're getting close, we're getting close . . . " His tablet rapidly started beeping, and he stopped. "Wait. No, hey, wait . . . " He moved around a bit before stopping. "OK. Ship should be right under us."

"OK," Kara nodded, turning to them. "All right, stand back. Everyone, stand back!" she shouted, then turned around. "I saw Clark do this once."

"Really? Bright daylight?" Clark questioned, making Kara blush.

"Get back!" Winn added as Kara twisted her body.

"Wait!" J'onn held up his hands, and Kara looked over her shoulder, confused. "Wait, wait. There's a way of doing this without destroying public property. Let's go."

"Yeah, but why do it the boring way when you can do it the fun way?" Rebecca said, earning her the usual glares.

"Aw, man, I wanted to see that," Winn pouted, running after them. "Awesome."

J'onn led them between buildings, then nodded and put his arms around their shoulders. "All right."

"What are you doing?" Winn blinked, Kara wincing as J'onn pulled them in tight.

"This might feel a little weird," J'onn warned.

Red light warped over them, and Winn screamed as they fell through the ground. "Oh, no!" They landed inside the ship, completely black except for a few lights. "Oh, God, that was horrible!"

"Shh!" Kara hissed.

Winn quieted. "That was amazing! Can we do that all the time, please?"

"Two different reactions there," Cisco laughed.

"No," J'onn said shortly, turning on his flashlight.

"OK," Winn nodded, not arguing.

Kara led the way further into the ship, coming into a command room of some kind. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a vertical tube lit up orange-gold, the silhouette of a figure inside. "Is that a person?" Winn asked in shock.

"Looks like," J'onn nodded.

"Creepy," Alura said.

Kara examined the rest of the tubes, then pointed to the far side. "There's an empty one."

"OK, that's not creepy," Winn gulped. "Not at all."

A whirring noise made Kara look up, then footsteps made her turn. She saw a shadowy figure approach with a blaster raised, and her eyes lit up threateningly. The figure shot at her, and Kara quickly raised her arms, deflecting the shot upwards. "Don't shoot!" she shouted as J'onn raised his own gun, Winn taking cover behind them. The figure demanded something in a language Kara didn't know, but she guessed what it meant. "We're not here to hurt you," she told him.

The figure finally came into the light, and Kara froze in a mixture of shock in disbelief when she saw his face. "Kara?" Mon-El breathed, lowering his gun.

Kara froze. "Mon-el."

"You couldn't have warned us?" Agent Danvers said.

"We weren't allowed," Laurel shrugged.

"Since when does that stop Ms Annoying over there? What is she doing?" Agent Danvers pointed to Rebecca who was playing with her stuffed birds, making them pretend to talk to each other.

"Don't insult my kid. I will kick you, I swear to god," Laurel warned her, as Agent Danvers looked at Rebecca.

"I didn't want to tell," Rebecca shrugged.

"Seriously?" Agent Danvers said.

"What? I didn't want to. I'd like to play with my birds now please," Rebecca said, looking around.

Malcolm nodded, which prompted her to start playing with her birds again.

Kara could only walk forward as if in a trance, Mon-El actually dropping his gun as she approached. J'onn and Winn exchanged shocked looks as Kara reached out, putting a hand on Mon-El's shoulder, then the other. Verifying that he was, in fact, standing right in front of her, Kara let out her breath in a whoosh and hugged him tightly, feeling him reciprocate almost at once.

She may be in love with Oliver now, but Rao was she happy Mon-El was alive.

Kara Danvers

Alex burst into the medical bay, skidding to a stop when she saw who was lying in bed, Kara sitting next to him. "Oh, my God," her eyes widened. "Oh, my God."

"I know," Kara nodded.

"It's Mon-El!"

"I know," Kara repeated, a small smile on her face as she turned to Mon-El, who smiled slightly at her. "You're back."

"Wait a minute, how are you breathing," Alex frowned, turning to the others. "How is he breathing?"

"Magic," Rebecca said, doing jazz hands, and then making an upset face as her birds dropped to the floor.

"We don't know," Winn shook his head.

"According to the samples taken this morning, the air should still be toxic to Daxamites," J'onn added.

"It should be," Lena nodded.

"That's incredible," Kara turned to Mon-El, smiling wider.

"Did someone cure you?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, and what was that language you were speaking on the ship?" Winn asked.

"Saturnian," Mon-El answered, still sounding slightly groggy.

"That's a language?" Cisco said in shock.

"But . . . there's life on Saturn?" Winn's eyes bugged open.

"Why did you fire on the divers in that submersible?" J'onn asked.

"I didn't," Mon-El answered simply. "I heard the ship's defense system activate, though. Is everyone OK?"

"Yeah, they got out in time," Kara confirmed.

"That's some ship you got there," J'onn walked forward. "I've never seen anything like it."

"It's, uh . . . " Mon-El scoffed slightly. "It's alien."

Kara frowned, knowing that. "Who's in the other chambers?" J'onn asked.

"Just passengers," Mon-El brushed off.

"What's with him?" Kara said.

"All will be revealed- dammit!" Rebecca said as she dropped her birds again.

"No cussing!"

"You cuss!"

"I'm the mom!"

"Are they dangerous?" Alex pressed.

"No," Mon-El shook his head, and Kara narrowed her eyes slightly. Months of being with Oliver and being with his team had taught her valuable instincts. Now something like a warning bell was going off in her head . . . Mon-El wasn't telling them everything. "They're, um . . . they're like me."

"Why did you wake up and everybody else is still asleep?" Winn asked.

Mon-El sighed, nestling back in the bed. "I'm sorry, guys, I was in hypersleep, and it's all, um . . . it's all very hazy right now, so – "

"So you don't remember anything about the other passengers?" J'onn raised an eyebrow.

"There will be plenty of time to ask questions," Kara held up a hand, though she was itching to ask her own. "He really needs to rest." When no one moved, she made a shooing motion. "Come on!"

"Right!" Winn jumped up, patting Mon-El's leg. "Good to see you, buddy."

"Yeah, it's . . . great to have you back," Alex gave Kara a concerned look.

Kara just smiled reassuringly at her. She could handle her ex. "I look forward to our debriefing," J'onn gave Mon-El a pointed look.

"Enough," Kara playfully shoved J'onn out the door. When she was sure everyone was gone, she turned back to Mon-El. Oh, this was . . . what was this? On the one hand, she was happy Mon-El was back. Of course she was – she had thought she had sent him to his death for so long! But on the other hand . . . she didn't feel as happy as she thought she would be. So she said the only thing she knew for sure. "I missed you."

"Me, too," Mon-El told her with a slight smile.

"It's been . . . " Kara tilted her head back and forth trying to find an adjective, then sighed. "Rocky." Yeah, that worked. Lian Yu had had a lot of rocks, Kryptonite was rocks . . . rocky was a bit more literal, but it worked. "Seven months of not knowing."

"Rocky?" Dig said in disbelief making Dark Archer and Thea burst out laughing.

"Seven months?" Mon-El repeated, surprised. When Kara nodded, he let out a shuddering breath. "I tried to send a message, so many times, to tell you I was OK, but I couldn't. I tried."

"It's OK," Kara assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me all about what happened later."

"Kara," Mon-El began.

"Because I have a lot to tell you, too," Kara gave him a look. "And I know my story, at least, will probably drain you."

"Well, you would think," Rebecca said sarcastically.

"Rebecca!" Laurel said, making her shut up. She knew when she was on thin ice at least.

"No, Kara – "

"So get some sleep, and we'll exchange stories when you wake up," Kara finished, squeezing his shoulder slightly.

Before Mon-El could say anything else, Kara stood up and left the medbay. As soon as she was out the door, she leaned against the glass and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Kara?" Winn asked carefully from where he and Alex were standing.

"Believe it or not, my number one concern is not Mon-El right now," Kara said.

"What is it?" Alex asked.

Kara opened her eyes and looked at her. "How the hell do I explain this to Oliver?"

Both were quiet. "Yeah, that would be my number one concern, too," Winn admitted.

Samantha Arias

Sam still couldn't believe she was here, and she had been driving for at least half an hour.

She finally stepped out of her car, walking up the driveway to the house at the top of the hill. She stopped for a long moment, then finally braced herself and knocked on the door.

"Where's that?" Ruby asked.

"My adoptive mothers," Sam said.

"Coming!" a voice responded.

Sam watched an older woman with white hair walk up, only to freeze when she saw her. She slowly opened the door, and Sam tried to smile at her, but found she couldn't. "Hi, Patricia," she said.

Her adoptive mom stepped back, and Sam walked into the house, letting her close the door behind her.

Samantha Arias

"So, it's just you?" Patricia asked as she poured drinks that night. "You didn't bring, uh . . . "

"Does she not know my name?" Ruby asked a little hurt.

"Ruby?" Sam scowled when she didn't finish.

"I've never met the girl," Patricia defended herself.

Sam winced a little at that.

"So I don't think you should expect me to keep her name straight."

"Well, you kicked me out for having her," Sam raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you'd wanna meet her."

Ruby flinched a little.

"Who kicks their kid out just because their pregnant," Quentin shook his head, making Joe nod in agreement.

"No, you made your choice," Patricia shook her head. "You had to know that there would be consequences."

Sam scoffed, hugging RUby close to her.

"I was a kid!" Sam protested.

"You know as well as anyone that the moment you become pregnant, you're not a kid anymore," Patricia countered.

"So I didn't deserve a support system?" Sam challenged. "Married adults have children all the time. They need their parents."

"I would have just been a crutch for you," Patricia shook her head.

"You were my mother!"

"And I always wanted what was best for you!"

"So you just let me leave?"

Patricia sighed. "That's not what I wanted to have happen at all."

Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Do you know how hard it was for me to come here?" she asked quietly.

"Well, when why did you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You're unbelievable," Sam scoffed. Patricia just held out her hands in a helpless gesture, and Sam sighed. "Some things have been happening."

"What things?"

"I guess I was just wondering if, growing up, if I ever did anything strange," Sam shrugged.

"What do you mean by 'strange?'" Patricia smiled slightly.

"I don't know," Sam shook her head. "Did I fall? Like, fall and not get hurt? Did I ever lift anything really heavy?"

"No," Patricia shook her head. "No, nothing like that."

"Nothing?" Sam repeated.

"No!"

Sam sighed. There went that path. "OK, uh . . . well, maybe you could help me find something out about my birth mother."

"Well, why do you wanna know about her?" Patricia asked, seeming nervous about the question.

Sam shook her head. "You know what? Just forget it. Sorry I bothered you." She turned around and walked towards the door, only to stop. These . . . things were happening to her, and the only person who could possibly know anything about them was behind her . . . and she was just going to walk away? She braced herself, then spoke again. "I was at a press event. Someone had a gun. They fired it into the crowd. A lot of people got hurt." She turned around, walking back towards Patricia. "I got home, and I found a hole in my coat. Found a little piece of metal, a bullet. It was completely flattened. I got shot and it didn't puncture my skin. I got shot and I didn't feel it! How could I not feel it?" Patricia took her glasses off, chewing her lip. "Patricia, what is happening?" Sam asked in a shout, her voice wavering with tears.

"She knows what's happening," Sam said in realization.

Patricia looked at her for a long moment before nodding and seeming to come to a decision. "Follow me," she said, heading for the back.

Sam watched her go, then walked after her.

Samantha Arias

Patricia led her to the shed out back and turned on the light, leading her towards something huge covered by a tarp. Sam slowly walked over to the tarp and pulled it off, her eyes widening when she found a spacecraft of some kind underneath it. "You ask about your birth mom," Patricia said. "I lied. I didn't adopt you. I found you, in this."

"That's a Kryptonian pod," Kara said.

"Moms from Krypton? Cool," RUby said.

"How were you kept under the radar the entire time?" Agent Danvers wondered.

"I – " Sam closed her eyes, trying to take everything in. "I just . . . I don't understand."

"No, I didn't either," Patricia admitted. "I didn't know where you were from, or who left you in this thing, or why. And you just . . . you looked so damned helpless that I took you home."

"Were you ever gonna tell me?" Sam asked.

"I swore that I would tell you when you turned eighteen, but you were gone by then," Patricia nodded. "And I thought, well, maybe that's better. That you would be better off out there on your own without knowing."

"Yeah, cause that would end well," Sam said sarcastically.

"That I'm an alien?" Sam stared at her.

"Sam, I just wanted you to have a normal life," Patricia told her.

Sam turned back to the spacecraft, gently touching the side of it. Lights activated at her touch, and Sam watched them run all the way to the front of the craft. From the front popped up a crystal-like stick of some kind, glowing with power. Sam hesitantly pulled it out of the craft, and everything went dark again. She looked at what she held in her hand, torn at what to do.

Kara Danvers

Kara stood outside the medbay, watching Mon-El sleep. She didn't react when she heard footsteps behind her. "It's unreal," James said as he joined her, a smile on his face. "I still can't believe he's here."

"Yeah," Kara agreed, chewing her lip.

James tilted his head, then said lightly, "Not so sure about the beard, though."

Kara giggled. "Well, I'm a bit biased."

James's smile faded slightly. "Have you called Oliver yet? Let him know that he's back?"

"No," Kara shook her head. "No, I'm waiting to hear what Mon-El has to say. He's been a little . . . a little distant."

"Yeah, but you never know what he's been through, you know?" James nodded. "Maybe just give him a little time."

"And once I know, I'll call Oliver and let him know," Kara nodded, a fond smile forming on her face. "Gives me enough time to prepare for his overprotective boyfriend mode."

James smiled. "You know, I watched you two last year," he nodded between Kara and Mon-El. "I'd never seen you more happy, and I know that he would never do anything to hurt you." Kara bit her lip, wondering where he was going with this. "But then here came these vigilantes from another universe that were nothing like Barry, and Oliver . . . " He shook his head. "I wish you could have seen how immovable he was to you when you were hurt. Mon-El was determined to be the best he could be for you, but Oliver's devoted to you through and through, and to be honest, I think he's made you smile more than Mon-El ever did. He may be overprotective, but it's his way of showing you he cares." He put an arm around Kara's shoulders. "And if Mon-El expects everything to go back to normal and insists on it being that way, I'll be right there behind you and Oliver."

Kara sped over and hugged James. "Thank you.

Kara looked up at him, shocked. "Really?" she asked quietly, tears in her eyes.

"Really," James smiled, nodding. "If you feel Oliver's the one for you now instead of Mon-El, that's where I stand. Even if those righthand men of his you call brothers terrify me, I can see who makes you happy. And if happy can't be used to describe what I see between you and Oliver, I don't know what happy can describe."

Kara smiled widely, tears streaming down her cheeks now. James held out his arms, and Kara fell into them, burying her head in his shoulder as he comforted her. Of all of her family and friends on Earth-38 she had worried about when she and Oliver started dating, James's opinion was the one that had concerned her the most. They had dated for a short amount of time, and there had been a small part of her that thought he still had feelings for her. To know that he was wholeheartedly behind them now . . . it meant the world to her.

She could only hope Mon-El would understand when she told him she loved another man now.

"That's gonna be awkward," Rebecca muttered.

"Stop it," Laurel hissed.

"What? It is!" Rebecca shrugged.

"You're being annoying!" Laurel said.

"Really?" Rebecca said in confusion like she honestly didn't get how she was being annoying.

"Do you seriously not get that?" Moira wondered from where she was sitting.

"Yeah, I'm being annoying?" Rebecca said in confusion.

"I told you," Malcolm turned to Laurel who shrugged.

"Told her what?" Oliver asked.

"Rebecca has Aspergers," Malcolm said.

"Not proven!" Rebecca protested.

"Seriously? Are we gonna go over that again?" Alex groaned. "You count bullets, while they're being shot, and have almost no knowledge of how to act in a social situation. And you hide stuffed birds everywhere!"

"Um, first of all, uncalled for. Second of all, do you not count bullets? You should."

"No one else has that much focus."

"Third of all, those birds are my friends," Rebecca informed her. "And you're wrong! And now I'll be hiding my birds in your life. Everywhere."

"Please don't do that."

"Too late."

AN: I've been bingeing Archer which gave me the idea for the bullets thing. I'm assuming she's been around guns. I'm not saying Rebecca has Aspergers, which is what Malcolm was saying, but... She honestly doesn't get how she comes off as annoying if you look closely she has hyper-focusing moments, which is more ADHD, but she probably has that as well, and as I said, she counts bullets while their being shot and can recognize guns, meaning she knows how many bullets someone has left. I got that off of Archer, but it was interesting. Anyway, what I'm saying is she almost definitely has a type of Aspergers.