Survivors

Chapter 9: The Martian and the American Jedi

Jeremiah walked into his living room seeing the new normal in his house. Alex and Kara, laughing and rolling a ball between them while Kal chased it and Eliza typing away happily on her paper, detailing her latest research project, at her desk in the back of the living room. Despite the lack of excitement that was associated with the task her smile was obvious, listening to the two girls playing with the baby. Tomorrow the furniture for Kal's room would be delivered and she would no doubt throw herself into the preparation of his nursery. Kara would no doubt use her horrible sleeping habits to stand protectively over him several times a night, until Alex or he dragged her back to bed.

Now he wondered if the new normal would be shattered.

"Dad! Come have a seat. Kal is pretty good at throwing the ball when he can catch it." Alex told him excitedly.

"Yeah, he looks like a regular major leaguer already."

The man knew what he was about to do was probably not fair but the blonde had become too integral to his family to take a chance of her running. He wouldn't lose her or the baby and she needed to understand this. Picking up the little boy, who actually clapped when he saw Jeremiah, his new favorite play partner, the man took a seat in the recliner, keeping both arms secure around him.

"Everybody, we need to have a family meeting." He switched off the TV, while Eliza rose from her desk, noting her husband sounded a bit...worried. No, she knew his eyes. He was very worried.

Once he had everyone's attention he began.

"Kara, you took an oath not long ago. You are a part of this family, you both are. You said you would not leave. If you had to leave, we all left. Remember?"

"Yes." the blonde told him, beginning to get very nervous. She could hear his heart racing and it did not escape her attention that he had Kal wrapped in both arms on his lap. "Kal, come here." she tried.

"He is fine where he is. I need you three to listen."

Seeing he had their complete attention now and Kara didn't look as if she would jump out the window in the next few minutes, he began.

"Kara, do you know the planet Mars? We looked at it the other night."

"Yes" she replied.

"I have learned that three hundred years ago, there was life on the planet. Aliens to us, who were wiped out in a war with another species on the planet. I do not know all the details, but I was approached by a person working for a Martian."

"A Martian? Like Marvin the Martian with his ray gun?" Alex asked. Seeing the look on her father's face stopped anymore attempts at levity. "My bad, go on."

"This man came to Earth three hundred years ago and is the last surviving Martian, he believes. He is a shapeshifter and has assumed human form and identity, currently as an Admiral in the Navy. I spoke to a man today who said he and his team work for this Martian and their job is to beat an organization called the DEO to crash sites or possible alien sightings and rescue those who mean us no harm, like you Kara. Once they do this, the Martian has safe areas set up around the world, hiding places, even communities, where these aliens live, safe from those looking for them."

"Kara isn't going anywhere. She is ours." Alex told him immediately.

"I know that Alex. Can I finish talking and then we can all talk? Kara, are you doing okay?" he asked, noticing the blonde's eyes were wide and darting around, and her hands were fidgeting.

"Yes. I swore an oath. I will not run." she grudgingly admitted, though the thought had crossed her mind, a few ways she could get Kal from Jeremiah and leave before whoever this Martian was came after his family.