A Million Reasons | K. Danvers ✔

[45] Prince Of Daxam

• May 23, 2017 (Mon-El staying at the Kents' residence) •

Clark kept his word and looked after the Mon-El situation himself. Since he couldn't persuade Bruce to adopt him because it was more than clear that the man had enough children on his hands, probably more than he could handle even for him to take in an adult alien as well, so by the end of some deep thinking, Clark offered Mon to come and live with his family.

He had been kept under strict observation by the YJ for two days but by then they had all reached an agreement that the alien from Daxam had no malicious intentions.

Daxam had been deteriorating and would have exploded just like Krypton had done so years before and Mon-El took the option of escaping via spacecraft. Crashlanding on Earth wasn't part of his plan but now that he was there, he was learning to adapt to the situation.

Along with him, the others were also learning to adapt to him.

They didn't know what kind of a person Mon-El was but so far, he hadn't caused any extreme havoc. He had light brown hair and dull blue eyes and though he physically resembled a human, he probably had powers beyond the reach of an average human and was much more like a Kryptonian instead.

Naturally, they thought he would have a better bonding with the Kryptonians, namely Clark and Kara, but then they learned that Daxamites and Kryptonians held a lot of prejudice among them. Their planets had literally been at war with one another at some point in the past.

But as Connor wasn't technically a Kryptonian despite having the abilities of one, Mon-El thought it safe to befriend him. Agreeing to stay with the Kents had also been a decision he wouldn't normally take but he had no other option so he reluctantly gave in.

However, just one day with the warm and loving Kent family made him realize that it was a good decision indeed. So Mon-El decided to bury all the prejudices and start afresh with his newfound friends on planet Earth.

"You said Kara is coming too," he was in Connor's room while the latter was teaching him how to play video games.

"Yes, by dinner."

"Okay," he mumbled, trying to focus on the game but was visibly distracted.

"Why are you so enthusiastic for her to come?"

"I want to apologize," he put down the controller, blue eyes connecting with Connor's, "I reacted terribly when we first met."

"You know what they say on Earth," a teasing smirk tugged upon Connor's face, "the first impression is the last impression."

"Ah, that's terrible..." He sighed, looking quite disappointed.

"Why? Did you wish to leave a good impression on her?" Conor put down the controller as well, after easily finishing off Mon's player in the game, "or am I missing something here?"

"It's not like that," he looked away, "I feel bad that I almost killed her."

"Oh come on, she's a Kryptonian. You can't kill her that easily," Connor remarked.

"If only I had been a little more aware of my surroundings, I would never have done that."

"Don't worry. She'll come here tonight and if you apologize, I'm sure she will accept it. Fr all I know, she must have forgiven you already," he tried to reassure him, patting his shoulder lightly, "our Kara's like that. Nice and sweet."

"That's... Great, I guess."

"Stop overthinking. Everything's gonna be fine." But then Connor shrugged nonchalantly, "besides, you don't have to worry about leaving any impression. That has been done already by someone else before you."