Arias Guatemala in Earth-9 Jeremiah Danvers was brought here to live and to stay after the mission to terminate a particularly dangerous alien went the way it did.
Jeremiah stayed with J'onn as kind of a willing captive. Exchanging himself for not only Hank Henshaw's life but his freedom. He asked J'onn to not only let Hank live but let him go.
He's a captive in that he cannot escape but his life is otherwise perfectly normal. Basically he has every liberty except liberty himself.
This is the best version so far I have found for what, if it was real, would be one of thier favorite memories. I think this says something in a sharper and more distinct way. It just gives a different tone or attitude to a memory.
Elana is a half human and one-have of an entity called FIRESTORM. Martin Stein is her nuclear mate. They basically stumbled into Arias and now Martin, Jeremiah and Elana are having a most revelatory conversation
"But from what you've told me your father was human. Though he must have died." I said patiently.
“That's where the word and thought of being a freak comes in.” Elana said coldly. “That I am half-human, not other than human.”
“Your ire seems self-directed.” Martin observed.
“It is. I can't get around it. It freaking sucks. It doesn't usually bother me this much but it still sucks.”
I looked at Martin and he glanced back at me. Neither of us understood her. The question was which of us would ask for clarification.
“Forgive me for being dense but why is being a 'half-breed' less than normal?” I asked eventually.
“There are only a small number of species my people are allowed to join with. My mother was considered a rebel and anarchist anyway but was disavowed for lack of another word because she came here to find a mate. Sounds separatist and elitist right? She thought so too. Her drive to challenge the preconceptions and assumptions of our culture made breaking this particular practice -breaking away from our culture to pursue love on equal grounds- the most natural thing in the world for her. I was one year old when she learned the truth. It had nothing to do with racism or superiority in any fashion. Our genetic-Enkaren genetic make-up is such that there are only a handful of species we can procreate with and produce a healthy child...or a child at all. It's a matter of the organs being in the wrong places and serving different functions than they 'should'. Contradictory building blocks and 'instructional data'. Outside of literally 4 other races, most blended offspring would die a horrible death by the age of five. Human DNA is relatively compatible to ours. Either that or far more resilient than the races in our 'neck of the woods'. " Elana ran her hand down her shoulder, placed her palm flat over her heart, lungs, stomach and around her throat, as if pressing on her windpipe. She tapped her knee, her collarbone and her rib cage. "With me, everything works. Nothing works well as it should. Enkarens have no issue with humans and I have would have no problem being half- human. Being half-human and half Enkaren is what sucks. But it's also glorious."
“Yeah. If you were entirely Enkaren, we would have kept you in that cell.” I whispered.
“And your biological humanity allowed you to save my life...every day since we met.” Martin said regret and remorse filling his voice. Mixed if possible with a little self-disgust. “No wonder you didn't want to talk about this!”
(A few days later)
"Jeremiah. Hank Henshaw is a much better man than you would have known. I can say that much with certainty." I looked at her, genuinely surprised.
"You've kept in contact all these years?"
"Well no, but Xavallens don't tend to lie without a damn good reason and I don't know what reason Nikita would have to back him so completely unless she actually agreed with him."
I am fairly certain my face went white.
“My own people's language, the official language on my home-planet, the first Earth language I learned wasn't even English. I landed in a very ethnic community. Not diverse but...you can take a guess.”
“Chinatown in San Francisco.”
“Nail on head. I should tell you, at least a little of my being 10 degrees off is that I don't value hitting the nail on the head as far as convention. only communication... expression.”
“Which is why Jean has you do the introductions. You don't claim either world but you understand them both...I take it.”
“There is that.” A deep voice said from the doorway. “And she sees beyond sight in a way I have never encountered before.”
“I...ah..” I stammered at the giant green man standing in front of me. “I realize you have no reason to trust me but you can believe me when I say I am glad to meet you.”
“And I you, Jeremiah. What is your surname?”
“Listen, whatever else is going on, I don't doubt your intentions. And I hope to prove mine. Starting with what a friend of mine would have called 'proper introductions'. I'm Jeremiah Danvers. For my part, you can consider me a friend.” I offered him my hand.
For a moment the alien I took to be Jean Jones looked at my hand as if he didn't know what to do with it. Then he straightened himself like a solider and offered his own right hand. “I am...J'onn Jo'nzz.”
"So Sarrin said she was to take me on a walk down the main road. Am I correct in thinking that was actually out of her own head?"
"Yes...But she said it that way to illustrate to you that I was alright with it. Sarrin can be...more direct than precise sometimes."
"I'm getting that impression." I said with a smile. "Let me wash up, I'll come with you." I thought I saw a sad look in Jean's eyes as I turned around to wash up in the bowl Sarrin had brought to me. I understood why as soon as I saw Sarrin give a slight bow to him and duck out of my room.
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