A Million Reasons | K. Danvers ✔

[82] The Return Of Mike Matthews

• January 04, 2018 •

Brainiac had woken up before Imra and as he was a humanoid, he had healed much faster. With his abilities of being a twelfth-level intellect and having knowledge about the technologies of the future, he became Tim's prime target to learn about the 31st Century.

So Mon was no longer being plagued by the eighteen year old tech wizard who was currently interrogating Brainiac about what the future technology was like. As expected, he had given Brainiac a nickname as well and kept calling him Brainy though the latter didn't seem to mind it.

But Tim wasn't so satisfied with the results of his thorough investigation. It seemed as if he had set up quite an advanced image of the world of the 31st Century but Brainiac's explanation had not met up with his over-the-top expectations.

"So you guys don't have smartphones anymore, I feel like that's a downgrade," he had frowned in disappointment when Brainiac told him they no longer used phones to communicate.

With Tim occupied, Mon returned to the med bay where Kara was keeping watch over Imra. He knocked yet again to let his presence known and she nodded in affirmation so he stepped in. He stopped beside the bed Imra was lying in and checked the vitals displayed on the screen.

Kara had never before seen him that concerned for anyone and deep down it was a nice feeling to see him care for his partner so much. Back when she had made the decision to let Mon go rather than Zach, she had been worried that he might never be able to move on. But seeing him love and care for another person put her anxious heart to rest as well.

She knew it wasn't her fault that he fell for her and she couldn't return his feelings because her heart had already belonged to Zach. But Mon-El was a nice person and he had improved himself a lot. She wanted him to have the best in life.

And so far, she was relieved to see that Mon had moved on and by the way he was concerned for Imra, it was evident that his feelings for her were genuine.

"Thanks for looking after her," he spoke up, "I'll stay here now."

She could see it was his way of telling her that she could leave if she wanted to.

"It wasn't a problem," she replied, "how are you feeling?"

"Much better. I hope Imra wakes up soon too."

"She will," she reassured him, "I feel like she'll wake up any moment now."

And Kara was right because she had been observing Imra for a long time by then and she knew the woman was no longer in that deep comatose state. The slight movements of her fingers twitching indicated that she was trying to wake up.

Mon had sat down on the chair beside her bed and tentatively took her limp hand in his own. His eyes lifted to meet Kara's, waiting for her to say something.

"So you're part of the Legion now," Kara awkwardly mended the conversation, choosing that topic because she wanted to know what Mon had been through in those years he had been away from them, "and here I thought you didn't want to be a hero."

"I still don't," he admitted honestly, "but I figured out one very important thing. Once you start to save people and help them out, it feels more like a responsibility rather than a choice. I would never choose to be a hero but I feel responsible for it somehow."

She smiled because she knew that feeling very well. It was what Clark had taught them that they were lucky to have abilities an average human did not and it was best if they used their abilities for a greater benefit.

"You remember how you used to say you were trying to come a long way from being a shitty person?" She spoke up and it took him by surprise at first but he chuckled, recalling that he used to say it quite often. "I feel like you've come far enough. You're no longer a shitty person. Not even one percent."