Baby Boom

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice and/or any and/or all concepts and/or characters. It all belongs to DC Comics and Cartoon Network. I am a mere Fanfiction author. With far too much time on her hands and no social life.

Rated: T

Author's Note: This was inspired by a piece of artwork on and one of the comments. Also by the thought such as this; Cadmus did not think of Superboy as a person, they still don't actually, he is a weapon. Something to be used at their whims. Used and then stored away or destroyed when he had fulfilled his worth. Why would they teach him anything about a normal life? Like what sometimes happens when a man and a woman do the horizontal hula without taking any of the proper precautions. Answer: They wouldn't. And I don't exactly see M'gann knowing too much on the subject herself, except maybe about the basics of Martian reproduction, least of all about her chances with a Kryptonian clone. Besides, who would explain the facts of Life to Superboy? Superman's being a Super-dickhead, nobody's stupid enough to tell Batman that they've been doing the naughty right under his nose if he, by some miracle, already doesn't know. Red Tornado only knows the science behind it all; Green Arrow…yeah let's not go there. Flash? He'd probably say it all really fast to get it over with. Black Canary would probably be able to handle it if she was told to and Aquaman might be able to as well but if nobody knows that Superboy doesn't know nobody can explain it to him. Moreover, of the Young Justice? Robin's too young and would probably start stammering, Kid Flash…another let's not think about it. Artemis would probably confuse the poor boy. Aqualad might be able to if forced to…so enjoy the story…

Part One:

M'gann had been sick before. Sneezing and coughing and maybe some throwing up if it was really bad. However, right then she was beyond miserable and the fact that their mentors were conversing in a huddle didn't make her feel any better.

For seven mornings in a row she had lost her morning meals to the toilet. On the eighth day, that day, she was forced to submit to a physical as Conner had called in Red Tornado. It went smoothly enough until suddenly the other adults began arriving, each doing their own examination of her, and still nobody had told her what was going on. In fact something so big was going on that Superman had made a rare appearance and had scanned her with his X-Ray vision. And then the Leaguers had huddled together, talking silently as her uncle blocked her telepathy.

Suddenly she paled; the all too familiar sensation of stomach acid burning up her esophagus appearing; immediately a small bowl was given to her by Conner. He had heard the all too familiar bubbling of her digestive juices and knew what she was going to do. She gave him a grateful little smile and puked into the bowl before handing it off for him to empty.

"Superboy…" Superman began as the adults broke their huddle. He knelt to be eye level with his clone.

"My name's Conner," Conner bit back.

Superman blinked before starting again, "Conner, did the-did Cadmus ever teach you how…how most people are made and born?" It was rare to see the Man of Steel stumbling over his words.

"No…" Conner replied stiffly. M'gann's eyes widened and she looked to her Uncle questioningly.

"Have you, have you and M'gann been-?"

"Have you deflowered my niece?" J'onn asked.

"What'd'ya mean?"

"Have you had sex with her?" Dinah asked simply, being blunt.

"Oh. Yeah."

"Uncle," M'gann spoke quickly, "I am not supposed to be fertile for years. What's going on?"

"Something had made you fertile," J'onn replied gently, understanding her confusion. Martians were not supposed to be fertile until decades beyond her age, "something in the atmosphere probably and I am afraid that you are…" he let her fill in the rest; a hand came up to cover her mouth.

"But he is not one of us," she mumbled, "how is this possible?"

"A surprising number of races are genetically compatible," Batman spoke, almost sounding gentle if not totally mad, "and this is the League's fault as well…thinking that something like this was impossible…leaving two teenagers alone…what was I thinking….?" He put his head in his hands; he should have had a protocol for something like this, a protocol to prevent this actually. And not one but twenty or more.

"What are we going to do?" Aquaman asked.

"The laws of our kind." M'gann began; J'onn nodded, "There is no choice…"

"What's going on!" Conner demanded, totally in the dark.

"You've knocked her up!" Dinah laughed.

"I haven't hit her!" Conner replied angrily, enraged that she would even suggest that he would do such a thing to M'gann. Anyone else, but never M'gann.

"No, no, Conner," Aquaman soothed, "M'gann's in the family way…"

"In the way of what family?" Conner was so confused.

"She has a bun in the oven." Flash tried.

"No she doesn't. She's not allowed to bake! And why would that make her sick!" his patience was waning. Quickly

"She's in the club." Green Arrow offered.

"What club? Did someone drug her?" By god, if Wally or Robin had given her anything…

"She is with child," Red Tornado intoned.

"There're no kids around here! Why is she sick?" Now they were just doing this to piss him off. He was sure of it.

"She is pregnant…" Batman finally spoke.

This word was new to Conner, "Um…Can I go get a dictionary?"

The group groaned.

"Conner," M'gann spoke softly, "we're having a baby…"

He was confused even more, "How…we don't have a pod or anything like…"

"She is the pod Conner," Superman stepped in, "People are not born from pods like you were. They are born of women."

"How?" Conner did a quick scan of her and saw that in her gut two strange and tiny somethings were nestled, "That doesn't look like a person at all…"

"You're going to have to tell him Clark," Batman rumbled, "it is your responsibility…"

With a heavy sigh Superman nodded and pulled Conner from the room.
Fifteen minutes later Conner came rushing back in, apologizing to M'gann and begging for his life to J'onn.

"Are you going to take responsibility of your actions and the consequences?" J'onn asked quietly.
Conner drew himself back up to his full height, "I am not Superman."

His meaning was clear.