[DEO Headquarters — July 2017, 10:15 AM]
The man who walked through the DEO's doors looked like a ghost.
Mon-El stood at the back of the command center, watching as Jeremiah Danvers—missing for over a decade, presumed dead, actually held prisoner by Cadmus—stepped into the harsh fluorescent light and stopped.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Alex screamed.
It wasn't a word—just a raw sound of joy and disbelief that echoed off the walls. She launched herself across the room, crashing into her father with enough force to stagger a normal man. Jeremiah caught her, held her, his face crumpling into tears.
"My girl," he whispered. "My beautiful girl."
Kara was next, joining the embrace with superhuman speed. The three of them stood tangled together, crying, laughing, all the words that couldn't be said coming out as sounds instead.
Mon-El watched from the edges, sick with knowing.
He remembered this episode. Remembered the joy of reunion, the hope of restoration, the eventual revelation that Cadmus had turned Jeremiah into an asset. The man hugging his daughters wasn't entirely the man who'd disappeared—something had been added, something had been changed.
But looking at them now...
Eliza arrived within the hour, having broken every speed limit between Midvale and National City. The reunion that followed was even more emotional—a wife seeing her husband for the first time in fourteen years, touching his face like she expected him to dissolve.
"I never stopped looking," she said through tears. "Never stopped believing."
"I know." Jeremiah kissed her forehead. "I know you didn't."
The medical teams ran their assessments. Physically, Jeremiah was remarkably healthy for someone who'd spent over a decade in captivity. Some scarring, some signs of stress, but nothing that suggested the kind of trauma extended imprisonment should cause.
That, too, was wrong.
Mon-El caught J'onn in the corridor outside the medical bay, pulling him into an empty room.
"Be careful with Jeremiah."
J'onn's expression didn't change, but something sharpened in his eyes. "Explain."
"Cadmus doesn't release prisoners without conditions. They've had him for fourteen years—more than enough time to turn him into something useful." Mon-El kept his voice low. "I don't know specifics. But the fact that he's here, now, healthy and whole when they could have killed him at any point... there's a reason."
"You know something."
"I suspect something." The distinction felt important. "Watch him. Verify his story. And don't let the Danvers' joy blind you to the possibility that Cadmus sent him here for a purpose."
J'onn studied him for a long moment. Whatever he saw in Mon-El's face seemed to satisfy him.
"I'll be careful." He paused. "Does Kara know?"
"No. And I'm not telling her until I have something concrete." The thought of shattering her happiness made his stomach turn. "She deserves this moment. Even if it can't last."
"You're protecting her."
"I'm giving her time." Mon-El's jaw tightened. "But if Jeremiah is compromised, if he's here to hurt this family... I'll do whatever it takes to stop him."
"Even if it means being the one who destroys their reunion?"
"Even then."
J'onn nodded slowly. "I hope you're wrong."
"So do I."
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The celebration continued through the evening. Agents who'd known Jeremiah before his disappearance came to welcome him back. Stories were shared—some painful, some funny, all colored by the impossible miracle of his return.
Mon-El stayed at the edges, watching.
Jeremiah moved through the crowd with easy warmth, shaking hands, accepting hugs, answering questions about his captivity with practiced vagueness. He was good—whatever Cadmus had done to him, they'd prepared him well for this moment.
Too well, maybe.
At one point, Mon-El found himself alone at the observation window, staring out at the city lights. The loneliness hit without warning—a hollow ache that had nothing to do with the current crisis.
He had no family to reunite with. No parents who would cross galaxies to embrace him (well, no parents whose embrace he'd want). No childhood home to return to, no memories of simpler times when the world made sense.
The Danvers had something precious. Something he would never have.
And he was going to have to be the one who questioned it.
"You're quiet tonight."
Kara appeared beside him, her face still flushed with joy. She looked more at peace than he'd seen her in weeks—the weight of the Daxamite crisis temporarily forgotten in the glow of her family's restoration.
"Just thinking." He managed a smile. "Your dad seems like a good man."
"He is." Her voice caught. "He really is. I forgot—or maybe I made myself forget—how much I missed having him around. When he disappeared, I was still new to Earth. Still learning what family meant here." She leaned against him. "Having him back feels like... like a piece I didn't know was missing suddenly clicking into place."
Mon-El wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close. "I'm happy for you."
"But?"
"No but." The lie tasted bitter. "This is good, Kara. Your family deserves this."
She studied his face for a moment, that perceptive gaze that saw more than he wanted her to see. But tonight, with her joy too bright to question, she let it go.
"Come meet him properly. He's been asking about you—apparently Alex has been talking."
"Nothing too embarrassing, I hope."
"She mentioned the chicken suit."
"Of course she did."
They walked together back into the celebration, into the warmth and light of a family reunited. And if Mon-El's smile didn't quite reach his eyes, no one seemed to notice.
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