Capítulo 41: Supergirl ~ Reign ~ Part One
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When Sam woke in the morning, she gasped and shot upright, finding herself tangled in her sheets. The last thing she remembered in her dream was searing red beams of light . . .
"Mom?" Ruby ran into the room, eyes wide.
Sam panted, looking up at her daughter. "Yeah," she swallowed, holding her forehead.
"I heard you scream," she said worriedly.
"I'm sorry," Sam sighed, closing her eyes. "Sorry, I had a bad dream."
"I thought you'd wake me up when you got back from your trip," Ruby told her.
Sam frowned, looking up at her. "What trip?"
"Where you went yesterday," Ruby answered.
"I didn't go on a trip, Ruby," Sam shook her head. "I'm here."
"You said you were going somewhere," Ruby insisted. "To get answers. That something wonderful was gonna happen."
"I said that?" Sam asked in confusion. When Ruby nodded, Sam sighed. "I don't know what . . . " She shook her head. "I'm tired. I've just been so tired. Come here," she held out her arms, and Ruby crawled onto the bed to hug her. "Hi. Hi."
"Hi," Ruby smiled, curling into her.
"What time is it?"
"Eleven." Sam blinked, surprised, turning to see her clock. "Yeah, you slept in."
"It can't be eleven," Sam looked at Ruby, completely serious. "Because it's pancake o' clock!" Ruby giggled as Sam tossed the covers off, standing up. "What do you want, chocolate chip or banana?"
"Both!" Ruby shouted, running after her.
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"It's a long story," Mon-El looked around the table.
"Well, seven years is a long time," Kara pointed out.
Mon-El conceded the point with a nod. "Strange as it may sound, the 31st century is actually not that different from today."
"What, better smartphones?" Winn asked curiously.
Imra blinked in confusion. "What's a phone?"
"'What's a phone?'" Winn repeated, grinning widely. "Oh, the future's
"Well, technology has developed beyond imagining," Mon-El nodded. "But, at the end of the day, it's still in service of communicating with each other, and entertaining each other . . . and also killing each other. In this day, or in a thousand years, conflict is constant, but so is strength."
"And that's where we come in," Imra nodded.
"So what are you?" Alex tilted her head. "Soldiers?"
"The governments were overwhelmed by violence, by chaos," Imra answered. "Mon-El organized us, and we banded together to help Earth's leaders keep the peace, at home and in the stars. We call ourselves the Legion. And . . . " She smiled shyly at Kara. "We exist because of you."
Kara did a double take. "Because of me?" she repeated, pointing at herself.
Imra nodded in confirmation. "You inspired me," Mon-El nodded. "So, when I founded the Legion, I chose to use you as an example of what we could be, of what we aspire to be."
"When I learned about your life and work and your compassionate fight for justice and your devotion to protecting others, everything just crystallized," Imra smiled. "Your example gave my life purpose. I can't express how much it means for me to meet you in person."
Had Kara been meeting her ex-boyfriend's wife over four months ago, she would have been uncomfortable with the words. Now, she just gave a small smile and nodded back. "Thank you."
Alex smiled, patting Kara on the shoulder. She was proud of the steps Kara had taken to adjust to having Mon-El back in her life, even if it was just back at the D.E.O. She still tried to avoid him, and Imra at times, but she was slowly starting to relax. Of course, things had gotten more tense since Team Arrow had split, but at least she wasn't void of emotions around the two aliens from the future.
"So," Winn smiled. "A legion of superheroes. Ha!"
"Sounds formidable," J'onn remarked.
"Well, not nearly as formidable as another group from the past," Mon-El shook his head.
"Another group?" Alex blinked, surprised.
"Yes," Mon-El nodded. "I can't say much, because it clearly hasn't happened yet, but there was another . . . I wouldn't call it a legion."
"It wasn't known as a legion, at least," Imra shook her head.
"But it was composed of several heroes," Mon-El nodded. "Not all of them alien. In fact, most of them weren't aliens at all."
"Huh," Winn mused thoughtfully. "Sounds like Earth-X."
"Let's not go there," Kara winced.
"Sorry."
"But you said not nearly as formidable?" Alex turned back to them.
"No," Mon-El sighed. "The future has some bad things happening."
"Yeah," Imra agreed. "The darkness is spreading."
"What's that?" Kara asked in concern. "What do you mean?"
"Well, my team and I were on a mission," Mon-El began. "And, uh . . . we got into some trouble. Our ship got knocked into one of those disruptions."
"A wormhole?" J'onn asked.
"Yes," Mon-El confirmed.
"We crash landed back on Earth twelve thousand years ago," Imra explained.
"So you traveled back in time by accident?" Alex clarified.
"Which is exactly why we couldn't just go home," Mon-El nodded. "So we went into cryo-sleep and set the ship to wake us up when we returned to the 31st century. But then the torpedo hit the ship, and damaged the ship, and that's when I woke up. But do you think we can fix it?" he looked around. "Can you help us get home?"
"We'll do everything in our power to help," J'onn nodded. "But for now, settle in."
"You might be here for a while," Alex nodded.
Mon-El nodded back, and the three D.E.O. members walked off. Kara fidgeted slightly, playing with the ring on her finger, then Imra smiled at her. "If anyone can help us, it's you."
Kara blushed slightly at that. "Thanks," she nodded, then cleared her throat. "Uh, everyone's coming over to my apartment for a holiday party tonight. You guys are welcome to join, if you like."
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