Randa: We apologize to everyone that follows us...
Wonton: Not that there are too many...
Randa: However, we've recently been entranced with the YJ anon meme.
Wonton: This is my story, not Fire's, even though he's usually the one doing all of the writing.
The moment Kaldur was finally in Mount Justice, all he wanted was to make his way to his quarters. However, the sounds coming from the open hall told him that there was company, and as the leader of the Young Justice, he couldn't ignore it in favor of nursing his broken heart. When his gaze fell upon Batman as he entered the room Kaldur steeled himself for a mission briefing. Though as he took in more of the scene, it seemed more as if Batman was merely waiting for Robin and Kaldur relaxed.
Slowly the mountain began to empty, first Batman and Robin, and then Wally, followed shortly by Black Canary. Soon only he, Megan, and Superboy remained. Kaldur sank into one of the couches, not even bothering to pretend to read a book. Oddly enough the background noise consisted of Megan humming, a tv sitcom, and Megan's occasional bell like laughter. For a moment he felt content with his friends, but his mind soon drifted.
Without the distraction of his surface friends his mind brought to him a picture of Tula, beautiful, red haired, green eyed, Tula. His heart began to ache, for in this picture his mind provided, her slim form was marred by an extra hand upon her waist. Kaldur could not begrudge Tula, he still loved her, and he could not hate Garth for being there when he himself was not, Garth was his brother. But he was afraid. Afraid to be left alone. Afraid to be left behind.
His chest filled with cold and his breathing picked up. Kaldur was scared of this foreign feeling. A sharp gasp and a clatter of metal broke him out of his minor panic attack. Immediately his eyes opened, his mouth following moments after to question after the Martian girl. He was beat to it by the girl herself.
"Hello Megan!"Her trade mark phrase passed her lips shakily. "You have to put the oven mitts on before you grab the tray."
But even Superboy, who was surprisingly sitting a lot closer than Kaldur could remember, could see through her flimsy excuse. "You have the oven mitts on already." He stated with slight confusion.
Kaldur stood quickly and went to help her clean up the mess, but the girl just shooed him away. "I made the mess and it won't be hard to pick up." And to prove her statement the cookie sheet floated back up to the counter, and then the broom and dustpan went about their job.
"I do apologize M'gann." Her doe brown eyes widened and then shook her head almost violently.
"Never, never, never! Apologize for how you feel." She said vehemently, yet somehow still as sweet as a school of minnow. Kaldur smiled at her.
"Well, it will be for the best if I retire now." He bowed his head to the red headed girl. "Goodnight M'gann. Goodnight Superboy." He called through the window in the partition.
As he walked toward his quarters, Kaldur's thoughts once again turned to Tula and Garth and their new relationship. So quickly was he caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear the footsteps following him. His friends were leaving him behind, No longer could Kaldur return home, return to the Academy and pretend that nothing had changed.
Once again the cold started to spread through Kaldur's chest, so he quickly shook his head and turned his thoughts to his Queen and the coming birth of the heir. That was a good topic. New life was always a joyous occasion. An heir to the throne most especially so, but, then again, an heir meant that in a few years his King would no longer have need of him. This new child would most likely take Kaldur's place as the new Aqualad or Aqualass.
The remnants of the cold in his chest again began to spread. In his slightly irrational state Kaldur could not see his irrationality. His limbs began to feel heavy and his breaths were sharp. However, his mild panic attack was stopped in its tracks when a pair of arms. The arms were thick and heavy, but warm, oh so warm. One arm was wrapped loosely around the front of his neck and shoulders. The other was clutching possessively around his waist. Kaldur shuddered, having, for the third time that night, come so close to the edge of a swirling abyss.
As the fog of his panic lifted, Kaldur noticed he was standing in the center of his room. He had most likely been standing there for quite some time without realizing. Kaldur leaned back into the warm warm warm embrace as his senses came back to him. Eventually, a soft whisper of a breath on his ear had him tuning in to the word being spoken to him.
"Kaldur." The voice was soft, just as the whisper of breath suggested. Reluctantly, Kaldur pulled himself out of Superboy's embrace.
"Yes, Superboy?" Kaldur turned to look at the taller boy taller, broader, stronger, warmer.
"I learned from that show Megan was watching, that hugs help cheer people up." He said awkwardly. "Megan wanted to follow you up to see if you were alright, but I said I would. I kind of wanted to see if hugs worked."
Kaldur forced a small smile. "It helped a great deal Superboy. Thank you."
Kaldur made to turn away, but an peculiarly gentle hand stopped him. " I learned some other things to help."
The smaller boy nodded indulgently, but froze when a pair of lips met his. Kaldur froze for only a moment warm, warm, warm. He pulled away slowly, not wanting to hurt Superboy's feelings. "That's not something you do…"
"I know" Superboy cut him off. "I care for you differently than I do the others. I don't want to kiss any of them. Maybe to Megan's forehead, but not to her mouth."
Superboy was a little slow and shy as he moved in this time. Kaldur hesitated, not wanting to lead the other boy on, but not wanting to break Superboy's heart like his own was broken. Nevertheless, the moment Superboy's warm, strong, warm arms were once more wrapped around him in an embrace, Kaldur melted into the kiss. Superboy was not Tula, most likely the farthest thing Kaldur could get. The dark skinned boy could be okay with that, especially since Superboy chased the cold away.
Once the kiss broke, Kaldur pulled Superboy to his bed. The moment they were comfortable, Kaldur with his head on Superboy's shoulder and wrapped securely in the larger boy's arms warm, warm, safe, Kaldur fell into slumber. No traces of the cold in his chest remained, although there was a small tug in his heart that replaced it.
Wonton: I wanted to write- "And to prove her statement the cookie sheet floated back up to the counter, and then the broom and dustpan went about their job most Fantasia like." But remembered that Kaldur probably hasn't seen that movie.