The Daxam Four (Legends of Superflarrow)

Chapter One

So this got out later than I thought it would. I thought writing part of another episode was gonna be easy, but then I had to figure out where to start, what parts to write, when everything goes south . . . and then one of the dryers downstairs wasn't working, so that was another hour of my time wasted.

Well, I finally got this finished. :) This is part of Supergirl episode 2x17, "Distant Sun." It's where things start to go south for our favorite female Kryptonian.

Enjoy!

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Now

April 2017

Outside a bar that looked completely normal on the outside, twin shimmers of light appeared before becoming humanoid figures. The dark-haired woman, clothed in black with a simple, dark metal diadem on her head, looked up at the building in disbelief. "This place?" she asked her husband.

The man, clothed in black as well, looked at the beacon in his hand. "These are his coordinates," he confirmed.

The woman scoffed. "He cannot seriously expect us to – "

"I doubt he would have called us here unless he didn't have a choice," the man held up a hand. "Please."

She stared at him, then sighed. "This had better be important."

The man nodded, and together, the two of them walked into the bar.

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Mon-El looked up from where he was getting drinks from the bar when he saw the two walk in. "So this is how they entertain royalty on this planet," the woman sniffed in disdain, looking around.

Mon-El took a deep breath, then picked up the cocktails in front of him and walked over. "Mother," he nodded. "Father."

"We were glad when we received your message," Lar Gand nodded in response.

"Hey, Mon-El!" He turned when he heard an alien behind him call his name. "Can I grab a pint?"

"I'm not working," he shook his head. "You can check with Rhonda, though."

When he turned back to his parents, they were looking at him in a mixture of confusion and shock. "You work here?" Lar Gand asked. "As a servant?"

"I'm a mixologist," Mon-El corrected. "It is an artistic profession in the medium of preparing alcoholic beverages, and it is very honorable."

Rhea scoffed, looking around. "I don't believe anyone in this hovel does anything important."

Mon-El looked around, making sure one of the booths in the back was still open, before sighing and turning back. "It's not anyone here you need to be concerned about."

That instantly got his parents' attention. "Is this about the Kryptonian?" Rhea raised an eyebrow.

"Keep your voice down," Mon-El hissed, turning and walking back towards the booth, knowing his parents were following him. "Kara's a hero to so many people here." He sighed, setting the drinks down and sliding into the booth. "I couldn't just teleport up to your ship, that would be suspicious. Right now, the people seeing you here, they probably think I'm confronting you about the bounty placed on Kara's life."

"And what are you really doing?" Lar Gand raised an eyebrow.

"Telling you that the bounty isn't going to work," Mon-El said bluntly. "She's strong – so much stronger than I thought she ever would be."