『Meet the Danvers』

In her sleep, there was nothing but darkness. No dreams, no nightmares. It was like she was in a blacked out room with undefinable borders. She couldn't see where the room ended, but it clearly had walls. Nothing went on forever, even the universe came to an end.

"What's her name?" A older woman's voice could be heard. Someone she didn't recognize spoke. She sounded motherly, friendly, someone who cared for others. She was sagely almost, a scientist perhaps?

Her eyeballs moved around beneath her eyelids, processing her own thoughts as she took in the voices from outside her mindspace.

"I'm not sure," It was Kal-El's voice. She remembered it from when he had called out the elitist house she had come from.

It was clear that he didn't know who she was, because she was born far before him. She had also been forgotten by Kryptonian society for over a decade before her parents ejected her from the dying planet.

She could feel someone's breath brushing ever so slightly against her face. Whoever it was, they were closer than anyone else around her. Heka would open her eyes partially as her exterior sense of self began to return to her.

She found her hands were folded over her chest, she was wearing new clothes, soft clothes. Her straitjacket was sitting on a nearby wooden chair, that was painted white, though she saw a pale green due to seeing a bit of the ultraviolet spectrum.

Her eyes rushed around the room, ignoring the new faces at first, even the one that was breathing over hers.

The place seemed peaceful, from the sounds outside it was either remote or suburban, a development that wasn't necessarily found on the urbanized planet of Krypton. She could hear and smell the sea, so they weren't far from where she had crash landed in the sand.

It was clear she had landed and as she thought about her landing, her head throbbed.

Heka's brow would wince slightly in pain until she narrowed on the older woman in the room. She was clearly human, there was nothing extraordinary about her appearance. Her mere assumption was correct as she was then given some details about the individual in front of her.

『This is Eliza Danvers, a widow, mother of Alex Danvers and adoptive mother of Kara Zor-El. She is a Bio-Engineer and someone who helped Kal-El explore and understand his powers. Although you are not part of his family, he might have brought you here to live out a safe childhood.』

Heka's nose scrunched up slightly at the last part. A safe childhood? Her eyes looked towards Kal El who was now giving her his full attention.

"So what is your name, Kiddo?" He'd ask with a grandiose smile across his lips and his hands on his hips. He literally looked the part of the Hero. He had a charismatic look to him, but there was a lot of hurt behind his eyes.

It was clear that the life he lived now, was far from safe.

"Heka of the House of An." She stated as she sat up, looking over the striped greyish white and blue sweater dress that lined her body. It was clear a female dressed her, likely one of the teens which were eying her from the other end of the room.

"Wait... You're Heka?" The voice was none other than Kara. "You were put in the Kryptonian stasis prison when I was two years old... How did you even get off of Krypton?!"

Heka looked over at Kara, her eyes flexing slightly in annoyance as she was immediately reminded of her parents burning along with the rest of the planet. She had left a full hour before Kara had launched. Yet here this girl was, asking questions that should be irrelevant.

"My father and mother broke me out during the chaos, when the Prison lost power. When I thought I was finally being brought back home, they stuffed me in a symbioship and sent me here..." Her voice clearly shook given this answer, Elize didn't like the kind of confrontation Kara had pulled, but didn't say anything. She wanted to hear this as well.

Both of Kara's brows raised as she felt remorse from verbally aggressively demanding the answer as she had. She looked away slightly and fiddled with her hair. "Oh... I'm sorry..."

Heka's gaze went over Kara for a few moments before locking on Alex. The way the girl was looking at her was as if she was taking in an odd eyed black cat. It wasn't that she didn't feel the same, it felt like she was being adopted by a family without much of a choice on her part. She knew nothing of this world, even though she could just learn about it through her own eyes.

"Hm..." Her eyes then moved back to Kara who was seemingly depressed now.

She was an emotional creature, that was for sure. Yet she could feel that she was curious and just tempted to fight crime, like her cousin. "Since you know my name, what're your names?"

Heka was smiling genuinely all of a sudden, and even though they had been watching her sleep since superman had brought her there, many of them were shocked.

They had just heard her parents were likely dead, along with the rest of Krypton. Yet here she was, easily smiling as if to distract herself form that very fact. Maybe it was just her way of grieving?

"My name is Alex Danvers," There was an immediate response from the only female brunette in the room. She seemed excited to have another person come live with them, or at least the prospect of it.

"Kara, Kara Danvers~" It seemed Kara immediately changed after seeing the smile across her lips. It may have seemed like it was a silent acceptance to an apology without words having to occur.

Her eyes then looked towards the widowed woman, a single mother of two girls. Heka was curious of how this was going to go down. She would be one of those people who randomly just appeared randomly, getting an Earth Identity. The idea to her was weird, unnatural and above all not exactly lawful.

"I'm Eliza Danvers, I am friends with uh... Superman," she gestured towards Kal-El with her hands, but Heka's eyes didn't follow them to the man steel.

They remained on the bio-engineer, the scientist, which had helped the Kryptonian in the past.

"Nice to meet you all," the longer she smiled the less genuine it began to appear and the more tired her cheeks mentally became.

The smile vanished within a few seconds and her face became relaxed, almost unreadable, but she wasn't hiding any of her less direct expressions.

Eliza clasped her hands together with a soft smile across her lips. "In that case, supper is almost ready. It's Breakfast for Dinner." Her voice was tenderly, she seemed to be enjoying this.

Sniffing the air, her senses finally broke through the smells of the coast.

She could smell the pancakes, the dozen or so over easy eggs, sausage and buttered biscuits. Heka's jaw almost came unhinged due to the amount of saliva developing in her mouth and weighing it down. Swallowing hard, her eyes then glared as she locked her eyes on Kal-El.

"No, sorry Kiddo, can't stick around. I got a job to do." Superman winked at her before walking towards the door with his superior and heroic posture. "See you around~" With that there was a sudden whoosh of air and he was gone through the window, flying high into the clouds above; vanishing from sight.

"More for me then," Heka scoffed as she rolled her eyes and pressed herself into the sofa she was on.

Kara laughed quietly as she heard Heka speak of there being more for her. It was clear that two Kryptonians could take in plenty of food. Though their photosynthesis allowed them to live on without much needed sustenance, it was clear they were still gluttons and didn't gain weight from it either.

Heka snickered to herself hearing Kara's laugh, then looked over at Alex who was shaking her head slightly.

Slowly she stood up from the couch and padded on over to the white wooden chair, picking the straitjacket up and staring at it.

This material hardly ripped at all, not even damaged in the slightest, from her nose dive into the beach. It was made from the same material as superman's cape, making it relatively hard to tear or shred, it could stop bullets.

Ideas were running through her head, ideas pertaining to vigilantism much like that of superman. However, leaving your enemies alive was always a bad idea... Her idea of Justice, wasn't the same as Superman's, it wasn't Hope.

While the Ancestors of the House of An stood for Integrity, Justice and Law. She herself had no real interest in it other than the fundamental idea of honor she was raised with and her own iron Justice.

It was clear to her now that she had come to abandon what her House stood for, following her unjust incarceration on Krypton.