A/N: Another chapter and another commission, I hope everyone is enjoying the story. Let's just get to it.

Tag(s): Wet-Dream, Body-Inspection.

Words: 7580

Chapter 2

Light from an overhead lamp bleeding through the thin membrane of her eyelids, M'gann's mind was slowly coming back to her. The thick cobwebs clogging her thoughts made everything seem slow and dizzy, so it was several seconds before she was even aware enough to stop and question her current situation.

The first thing she noticed was the bed, soft and firm under her back as she lay sprawled across the cotton fibers. Thinking about the bed itself, an unnatural fondness for the inanimate object bloomed within her breasts as it cradled and wrapped her in its comforting embrace. Turning her head, her hair shifted and splayed across her feather stuffed pillow, still warm and inviting from her slumbering body heat.

Had she been sleeping? The thought came strangely and almost mirthful, as though such a thing was even possible. Barring injury or something taking a great deal of prolonged concentration for her powers she had no need of such human requirements for another four hundred and fifty odd years. She did like to pretend on occasion when alone at night and she had the time to wonder about her friends and their long periods of fleeting consciousness. Smiling, the thought that she might have actually succeeded played on her humor.

Once her mind was almost fully awake, she performed a careful inspection of her body just to be sure. Shifting her limbs and rolling her joints nothing flared up or demanded her attention. Likewise, the mental pounding of a stressed psyche was also absent, meaning she'd done nothing to warrant any such hibernation. As far as she could tell there was nothing to worry about.

She rolled back into her bed as though she could fall back into the numbing embrace. After all, if she'd fallen asleep once she was eager to see if she could really adopt the human leisure. On her side, her hand reached out to grasp for more of the warm covers trapped under her body, only to freeze when instead of feeling a dark cotton comforter her fingers came into contact with something else entirely.

It was soft, warm, and most importantly, alive; if the obvious breathing her hand could feel was anything to go by. Her face tightened and her hands moved to grope the strange texture of what she realized was in fact a human being. Fast asleep and not ready to change that anytime soon, he simply laid there, his chest rising and falling peacefully with the even pace of his breath. That's when she heard a soft hmm escape from his throat. Recognizing the sound, M'gann couldn't put it off any longer and forced her green orbs to open against the bright light. Blinded for a brief moment, she eventually blinked the dancing spots away and stared at the teammate sleeping in her bed.

And that was all she did for the next several minutes. Looking him up and down, she couldn't fathom how he could have ended up in her bed as he was, much less why. He had his own bed to sleep in after all; and would have a lot more room without having to share it with her. Contemplating this there was something else that didn't seem to fit the picture. And it was only after giving her friend a long hard look that she noticed the ginger speedster was in fact completely naked.

Her eyes widened and her head craned back in surprise when she made the realization. Rather than offended however, curious would have been a more accurate label for what she felt. When learning about earth culture from her uncle, he had been quite clear about their tendency, no, obsession with covering their bodies. Martian's were different in that regard; having no genitals and little in the way of secondary sexual characteristics their bodies were as open and freely visible as their minds and thoughts. Because of this, she found herself somewhat tickled by the idea of finally getting to see just what it was they were so insistent on keeping hidden.

Still touching Wally's chest, she drew her fingers in random patterns along the pale freckled skin, paying careful attention to the texture and sensations from her own hands as they traced along the small waves of his ribs just under the surface. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the pale pink nubbins standing out as his nipples atop each of his pectorals. They looked odd and she found something close to a giggle starting in her throat. She managed to keep it from growing any further, but her face broke into a fascinated grin. Truly she felt like she was a small child seeing the surface of her home world for the first time all over again.

Questions still danced in the back of her mind but she pushed them away, far too intent with taking advantage of her opportunity to examine her teammate's body. She was still a little groggy, and knew she should start working out how this strange situation had come to be. But this was a very rare chance to closely observe an aspect of humanity her TV sitcoms had certainly refrained from touching on. And she allowed that impulsive aspect of herself to take full control.

The first thing that came to mind was the question of just why humans were so concerned with hiding their bodies. She could understand necessity due to biological limitations in the case of those living where the weather was less than hospitable, but this was something that spanned the entire planet, not just the colder regions. Maybe it was because she didn't fully understand what it was she was seeing, but M'gann found Wally's body beautiful in a strange and alien way. Thin and wiry to be sure, but there was no denying the layer of compact muscles that corded around his lithe form. It created almost a sculpture effect that few fifteen year old boys could manage. And then of course, there was that.

A new light came to life in M'gann's eyes when she looked towards the flaccid tube of flesh between the boy's legs. Facing up, it laid across his toned stomach, its helmet shaped head just inches from his navel. Appearing to be soft from what she could tell, at the base of the shaft she could see his testacies and scrotum which were resting comfortably low between his thighs. And above it all was a sparse nest of red hair just a few shades darker than that on his head.

It was a shame, M'gann thought to herself, that human culture revolved so much around clothing. She had decided rather quickly that their forms were much lovelier when they could actually be seen.

As if waiting for her to come to these very thoughts, a slight shift in posture caused her breasts to shift against her chest, which, considering she'd never had breasts to begin with certainly drew her attention.

Sure enough, looking down she found herself just as naked as her friend. Or rather her form was currently that of a naked human female. Sure, her default disguise had what appeared to be a pair breasts, but bereft of clothing she would have looked like a green human sized Barbie doll. She'd never had the opportunity to study the human form or learn enough about their surprisingly complex biology to make anything so detailed. And yet, right in front of her, err, below her, she could clearly see a perfect set of rounded mounds hanging from her chest. Right up to a pair of her own nipples standing confidently from her body.

'Are they… heavier?' Her brow furled at this and sure enough her entire center of balance was out of whack. For whatever reason, they were larger and far denser than she remembered making them. In the back of her mind she knew that breasts were mostly made out of fat cells, only she had no idea what a fat cell was, despite apparently being able to form them within her body at will. What on earth had happened the other day?

Her mind was clear enough by this point to at least try and focus. Sitting up in her bed, she pushed aside the strange combination of mirth and worry that was slowly shifting more towards the latter. She didn't like her memories being affected, especially when whatever happened also affected her physical form. After all, what if what happened were to happen again? And what if this time her shift wasn't so subtle? What if she reverted completely? Actual fear spiked through her mind for a moment, clearing away the last of the sleepy fog. Her face clenched into an expression of concentration as she focused her attention inward, sifting through her memories looking for an answer.

What was the last thing she remembered? If she was going to recollect what she'd lost she needed to know where to start. Suddenly, the voices of her teammates came floating forward, echoing in the core of her mind.

"Me and – here were discussing –." It was feint and choppy, she could hardly make sense of the words. "We just wanted to know who you'd – if it came to a – with that –." Artemis' voice came through, but it didn't sound like anything that pertained to her current situation. Though it did raise one question, just how much had she forgotten?

'M'gann.'

The voice came from nowhere, almost breaking her concentration. Different from a memory, the voice actually seemed to be spoken. To her. Almost exactly like it would have been spoken back on mars.

'God, M'gann.'

This time it was louder, clearer. For a moment she could have sworn it was her own thought. Thankfully, the form of the thought as well as it's language was different enough from her own to distinguish it as alien. She couldn't place it, but it was human, and… it did seem familiar.

'M'gann, right there!'

Louder still, the unmistakable tone of Wally's voice shouted through her mind.

She flinched back from her meditation, green eyes snapping open once more. Gasping, she turned towards the sleeping boy only to find that he was in fact still fast asleep. Asleep, and having a particularly pleasant dream if his smile was anything to go by. Under his eyelids, she could see his eyes darting around wildly, endlessly glancing around his mind's vision.

Her own eyes narrowed and she stared at him carefully. Wally, as far as she knew, lacked any form of telepathic abilities. She knew he shared the same extremely unique perspective as the hero he idolized, and that for many it could almost appear precognitive in nature, but hyperaccelerated perception and thought was nothing like telepathy no matter how you looked at it. With this in mind, it took only a moment for her to connect the dots and realize that she was actually hearing him dream.

Rather than calm or ease her concerns, it did just the opposite.

Newfound worry flooded her system, this time centered on guilt. It had been an accident, she hadn't meant to or done it on purpose, but her teammates had made it very clear how they felt about her just speaking to them through their minds. As a result she made a constant effort since to refrain from falling back on what had once been a normal part of her life. A toll to be sure, it would have been like her asking them to communicate by passing notes to each other. But fitting in had always been her priority, even if it meant sealing off what was basically one of her senses.

Feeling the tether connecting their minds and assuming that she must have slipped up in her slumber; M'gann quickly moved to pull back her mental tendril. Only to realize…she couldn't.

Touching a person's mind with her own was as physical a thing as touching their shoulder with her finger. It was a sensation unique to that individual. Well, she could still very much feel Wally; in everything that made him, him. Trying to pull back and preserve his privacy, she found the presence of her projected mind wrapped around his consciousness as though she'd tied it into multiple complex knots. As a result, there was nothing to stop the flow of thoughts and images from pouring through. Before it had been like breathing, something that worked without notice or focus, but the moment she had paid attention to it, the connection switched from passive to active, his thoughts, becoming her thoughts.

She saw herself, which was a surprise in of itself. While she wasn't as oblivious as to mistake his interests in her, for it to be to the point that she even appeared in his unconscious thoughts? That was more than a little unexpected, and rather than pull away, her curiosity once again got the better of her, urging her to look closer at his minds warped perception of herself.

Poised above his face, her eyes were closed while her mouth was stretched open as it released a series of strange, almost animalistic noises. From grunts and moans to sighs and airy cries, she was rocking back and forth, moving in and out of his vision in a way she'd never seen humans move before. This combined with the overall desirous emotions permeating the drive of Wally's base consciousness made for a very confused martian.

As his emotions touched her mind, a strange sensation bloomed between her legs, one startling enough to warn her from staying any longer. She tried again to pull away, yanking harder this time for all the good it did. She might as well be trying to lift the back of her shirt to try and carry herself. There was simply no leverage, nothing to move. Never having encountered anything like this in her forty eight years of life, the general sense of unease that had been simmering beneath the surface of her consciousness gave way to fear.

Why couldn't she pull away? Why couldn't she break the connection? Having already strained herself, she dared not go any further less she risk damaging either herself or her teammate. The best she could do was direct the added sensory information towards the back of her mind, compartmentalizing it to focus the brunt of her mental energy on solving the problem.

Unfortunately, Wally had never been one to be ignored. Even when doing her best to respect his privacy, his thoughts were as loud as he was and trying to ignore them was like trying to ignore someone yelling in her ear. It was demanding, powerful, almost as much as her own thoughts. A startling thought if ever there was one. What would happen if his conscious grew louder than her own within her mind? Was that even possible? The longer she sat there the more questions and concerns she found forming. And without a single answer for her troubles.

'What was he dreaming about?' Truth be told, she was looking for a distraction by this point. Anything to stall the building panic that was beginning to squeeze her throat shut.

Without meaning to, her attention drifted back to his content expression, the same one that was seemingly growing more pleased with each passing minute. Then, her eyes shifted lower, distracted by sudden movement. Stifling a gasp, her eyes widened to find the innocent, even cute, organ she had been admiring mere minutes ago awake and engorged into another shape altogether.

A pink dusting spread across her cheeks as she stared at the pillar of flesh almost in disbelief. Still resting against his stomach, it was now much larger, and redder, making it almost unrecognizable. Uncle J'onn had briefly explained at one point the mating habits of earth creatures, mammals in particular and how they differed from those of mars, so she had a good guess at what was happening even if she didn't understand why.

It was the closest to shapeshifting she'd seen displayed in humans and she couldn't quite look away. At the same time, the thoughts pouring into her brain took a turn, becoming clearer and much more vivid. Soon the glimpses and shots of her moaning face began to animate into a flowing series of images. One that depicted her… kissing Wally?!

Sure enough, Wally's dream focused quite a bit on her lips moving against his own. However, unlike in Hello, Megan! where the human custom appeared to be sweet and affectionate, within the depths of Wally's mind they appeared to be devouring each other's faces.

Long sensual caresses, their lips opened and closed against each others to invite the wet smacking of damp flesh. Her red lips settled naturally between his pale pink pair, her nose nuzzling against his while she drew his bottom lip between her own, suckling the rough chapped skin as though to heal it. As shocking as this might have been, none of it was as startling as the sight of their tongues desperately intertwined as though their lives depended on it.

Sometimes inside his mouth but just as often inside of hers, the twin pink muscles writhed against each other, both trying to find a way to reach just a little deeper into the others throat. Eyes widening despite staring into nothing, her attention was focused solely on the X-rated film playing inside Wally's mind featuring the two of them. As if that wasn't bad enough, things only continued to progress as she watched their actions become more and more physically heated.

Kissing, touching, him touching her specifically, running his hands along her sides, cupping her bottom and squeezing it being only just the beginning. She suddenly got a much better view of her newly developed breasts as she watched her red haired teammate groping them, kissing them, even sucking on them at one point. The sensation between her legs only continued to grow worse, sending odd shivers up her spine and down into the lower regions of her belly. She couldn't look away as the same tongue she'd just seen trying to lick the back of her throat now circling the dark green peek of her puckered areola.

She stifled a noise in the back of her throat, groaning weekly her eyebrows drew together wrinkling and creasing her forehead as new sensations started spreading through her body. Suddenly compelled to fidget, her clasped fists pressed down against her lap, shifting her soft green thighs and pressing them together to suppress the building sensations.

The scene changed again and M'gann hated how much her attention focused on the new image. She'd never felt this way before and had certainly never been so drawn to such odd behavior. Her subtle request for a distraction seemed to have come back to bite her, as she could no longer look away.

If she was taken aback by the sight of Wally sucking on her body she certainly wasn't prepared to see her dream avatar return the favor. Though, rather than enjoying the flavor of his own chest, her tastes seemed to lie somewhat lower on his body.

Her face was leveled with his swollen member, the flesh was hard and bulging in her delicate hands as she pressed it against her own cheek. Wally must have enjoyed the sight quite a bit because it was some time before the picture changed again. When it did, M'gann could only stare in bewilderment at the sight of her own lips parting to accept the swollen red mass of his cock's head into her mouth.

And she only continued from there. Deeper and deeper into her mouth his length disappeared until the tip of her green nose came to a stop against his nest of pubes. Stuffed to capacity, her jaw was stretched widely to accommodate his girth. Not that she seemed to mind. In fact, opening her eyes to stare up at Wally, there lay a kind of pleasure that few could claim without chemical aid. The girl in his dreams loved it, making M'gann wonder if the act could really bring earth women such pleasure. Unbidden, she couldn't stop her eyes from slowly tracing towards the same hardness still resting against his belly, pulsing with the beat of his heart and, unknown to her, matching the same throbbing that echoed between her own legs.

This… hadn't come up in any of her uncle's talks about earth or its customs. Nor had she seen anything like it on any of earth's television broadcasts. However, she couldn't deny the pleasure Wally seemed to derive from the act. Both inside of his mind and out.

Fast asleep, his body shifted every now and then with his expression clenching in need. Meanwhile down below his erection beat with the increasing pace of his heart, twitching with every few beats causing it to bob off of his body. Sweat, heavy and ripe from the night before it came back to life as newfound perspiration broke out across his skin leaving M'gann to simply stare and marvel at what was happening.

She knew that this was something she wasn't meant to see, she couldn't explain it, but everything about this had a certain feel to it, one that in her mind screamed of taboo. But even if she was able to look away, there was something about the image that kept her from doing so. The quality of the picture became too fresh and sharp, too well defined. As smart as Wally was, his imagination wasn't that good. He was a thinker, and had an excellent memory, but he had difficulty actually visualizing something on his own. As someone who lived in other people's minds it was easy for her to tell the difference. But then, that could only mean that this wasn't a dream. But rather… a memory.

His hips were starting to roll into the air while an image of herself on top of him sprang to life. Different from before, she could see his penis, hard and long, disappearing between her thighs again and again. As if to taunt her, the pressure she'd been feeling before also increased, creating a phantom pleasure that she couldn't shrug off. Swallowing against her throat, M'gann anxiously moved to open her own legs. Sliding her fingers over her stomach and hairless mound, what she found was like nothing she'd ever imagined.

Folds of skin, intricate and delicate. In her mind she could see the sexual organs as clearly as though they were right in front of her. Vulva, outer labia, clitoris, everything. That's when it struck her, that apparently she'd woken up with a fully functioning female body, one apparently capable of even having sex with a human.

This was more than just developing breasts, this was quite elaborate and required a firm understanding of human physiology that she simply didn't possess.

Unless, did she?

Sure enough, sifting through her memories the raw information was right there on the surface of her thoughts. Including such things as the stages of sexual arousal, the various customs that were associated with mating, not to mention a detailed understanding and map of a female's sexual organs. It was all inside of her brain, like it had been implanted without her knowledge of how.

Her breaths became shallow, and new found panic took hold of her. Naked in a bed with her back to her equally nude teammate she curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Eyes flickering around the room, her brain was moving mountains to try and reclaim the memories that had been taken from her. Emerald green orbs quickly locked on a crumpled and stressed book thrown haphazardly to the floor. One page in particular stood out, a grid of numbered weeks and days were displayed. There, a single day was circled in bright red marker.

Her breath stopped. It took a few moments for her brain to register what she was looking at. Then widening, her eyes flashed as her old worries flew out the window.

'My bonding, I was preparing for my bonding!' The dangers of which were more than obvious to her in regards to her teammates.

Clenching her eyes, she mentally braced herself against the pain and aching sensations her uncle had warned her about in the coming months prior to her joining the team. It was supposed to be overwhelming, all consuming, so that the individual aspects of her personality would be shed to better accommodate and attract whoever she found to match her unique self. Most worryingly however, was that he'd also warned about her powers becoming unstable.

Suddenly the prospect of breasts and the new addition between her legs was much more frightening. Could this simply be a symptom of that instability? Would she lose control of her disguise form altogether? The image of her natural self, white and monstrous by anyone's definition flashed through her mind rendering the poor girl numb. That's when she remembered the hyperactive, and very fast boy sleeping right beside her.

He'd tell them all. It wasn't a question, just an aspect of Wally's personality. If he could be the center of attention Wally would do almost anything. Perhaps even expose the truth about her origins. Maybe if she talked to him, told him how important it was to her to keep that part of herself hidden he would relent. But that was only if she was actually fast enough to stop him before he ran screaming from the room.

It was a prospect she didn't find all that viable, and was even less desirable.

She clenched her body once again, willing it to keep its shape. Bearing down against the ensuing transformation, she must have sat there for a good number of minutes before realizing that her fears were unfounded. In fact, testing her body, she soon realized that she lacked all of the symptoms she was supposed to be experiencing.

M'gann found herself feeling relief, as well as a good amount of fear over this. Better to face the devil you know, and all of that as Wally would put it. There was no mistaking it however; this was the week she was meant to go through her bonding period. She even remembered preparing for it. Wait… she remembered getting ready for it? Then what happened afterword? The gap in her memory once again grated on her nerves. And feeling a sudden spike of pleasure from her and Wally's connection most certainly didn't help her attempts at concentration.

"Ah!" Wally's gasp filled the room. And turning over to sit up, M'gann had a front row seat to the sight of his ridged manhood growing tense before releasing a fresh wave of essence across his stomach and groin. She could feel something similar in her own body, exploding from her crotch carrying such a physical euphoria that she couldn't quite understand it. It was like all of the sensations she'd been feeling up to that point came to a head, collecting in that one moment before flooding into the rest of her body. The building pressure of his dreams had finally reached its peak, and M'gann was forced to suffer through the brunt of his release.

The white substance flowed from his tip in powerful bursts. Reaching far at first, soon the lines of cream lessened till only a few drops leaked from his tip. At the same time, the vision of his dream also came to an end. An image of M'gann's body melting before his eyes demanding his thoughts before the shapeless green mass consumed him entirely.

M'gann flinched, the strength of his mind once again threatening her individuality. Irritated, and a little embarrassed by her apparent inability to do something as simple as breathing, she gave a futile tug on their connection with the equivalent of a mental pout, like a child kicking a brick wall out of frustration. The similarly brick and mortar like structure of their bond held fast however. And she was once again forced to wonder as to why their minds were so deeply intertwined. Glaring at the boy's sweaty face and turning back towards the discarded calendar, the truth of her situation swept over her like a foreboding wave.

She repeated the gesture, glancing from the calendar, then towards Wally and then back again. Doing so several times, each pass simply further emboldened the truth that she refused to admit. That somehow, in the confusion and stress of bonding, she'd attached herself to an earthling, a human. And that the reason she couldn't disconnect their minds was because they were now one and the same.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head even as she knew she couldn't deny it. With new found urgency, she willed her mind as far from Wally's as possible, a vain attempt if ever there was one to erase what had already been done, what she had done. But it was futile, and eventually even this last feeble attempt was given up.

"No," she repeated, this time in defeat.

There was no hollow ache in her chest, no notable stress in her abilities or in keeping her current form. There was nothing that was notably attributed to a young martian's first bonding. Adding more as evidence was her waking up naked in bed with her teammate, their minds impossibly linked. So much so that she could actually feel his pleasure as he dreamed of their night together. And most incriminating of all, she'd seen herself at the end of his dream, losing her physical form and molding herself into his body to complete the bond.

The things she'd seen in Wally's dreams, they had actually happened. It wasn't just some random dream or desire; it had been a replay of the previous night. They'd mated, which was as close a human could get to the experience of joining oneself to another for the rest of their life; such as martian would. Unable to fulfill his end of the experience to the fullest due to his species limitations, he'd joined her with the only method he could, and had entered her body just as she'd eventually entered his. Her instincts and memories had blurred the divide between their species, guiding his body while shepherding his thoughts in how to participate in the bonding with her. Had this not been herself and was something she had heard about or read it would have been astounding for such a thing to be possible. Being that it was her however, she found no sense of wonder of fascination.

She could see that the live rendition was now over and she could sense that his higher brain functions were now at rest, meaning if she wished to she was free to inspect his memories without it interfering with his thoughts or the dream itself. Which is exactly what she did, human customs and personal wishes be damned. If they were truly bonded it was just as much her mind and her memories as they were his. Delving deep into his brain without regard or curtsey she was on a mission to find the answers she was looking for. Mentally she could feel the serrated claws of her hands shredding through his mind, through the amassed collections of memories and knowledge that was and was not her own. Pausing, her nostrils flared and eyes narrowed, their whitish glow taking on a distinctive red hue.

Her thoughts and memories had always been neatly organized to make it quick and easy to search through them. It wasn't exactly the same way most from her world would, but it was her mind, and her system just worked better for her. That being said it didn't take long for her to locate the 'foreign' thoughts within. Massive in scale, it was nonetheless woefully disorganized, only further adding to her irritation. The memories she was seeking should have been easy to find, it had only been the previous day after all, but everything was clustered around words, labels. Humans were primitive, she knew this, but she had no idea that their ability to remember was equally primitive.

For her memories all she had to do was focus on when they happened, even within a broad span of time she could quickly narrow down where it was, but with Wally everything was lumped together by what she could only guess were topics.

It was little wonder the people of earth struggled to remember anything.

Finally she managed to find what she was looking for, mentally scoffing at the 'labels' his mind had attached to the memory.

There she saw herself, out of breath and fidgeting as bad as she'd ever been. Their altercation in the hallway was filled with a myriad of emotion as he went from concerned to aroused, to hopeful. The fact that she'd been the one to place her lips upon his was not lost on her. Nor was she able to ignore the fact that she'd been the one to drag him into her room.

She watched what followed, sick to her stomach and horrified without the imposed arousal. It might have been a few months, but she wasn't a newborn, she could tell the difference between the emotions that were her own from those that were not. She watched as her body changed and filled as his mind desired. How she had drank from his knowledge, absorbed it, then alter, from the consistency of her breasts, molding and forming her new endowments from their previously generalized state to as they were now, followed by the blossoming between her legs that quickly conformed in following suit. She watched her behavior morph to fit his fantasy, becoming lustful and needy. She even watched her own desires leave her to fulfill that of his own, urging her into opening herself to him both through her mouth and through her new womanly flesh. All of which followed a graphic image of her legs spread around his waist with his entirety forced deep into her body.

It was too much for her to take. Knowing that she'd been bonded to Wally, seeing the odd and humiliating proof before her very eyes; without meaning to her mind responded to her rise in temperament by attempting to forcibly remove the incoming flow of mental energy. Sending a burst of her own power though the connection. Rather than severing it, the result became a wounding echo that left both sorely in pain.

Wally's eyes snapped open, his lustful slumber finally ripped away by the sensation of an ice pick being driven into his brain's core. Scrambling, it lasted only for a moment leaving a soreness to manage while he floundered for his surroundings. Even with his enhanced comprehension, it was a moment before he recognized his nudity; as well as the unfamiliar room, and bed on which he was lying. A second longer, and he finally found his eyes landing on the naked body of his green teammate still curled in on herself on the corner of the bed staring at him with inconsolable horror.

He blinked wildly, rubbing his soft orange locks in an attempt to alleviate the suddenly pounding headache that was still echoing through his skull. Coughing, his recollection of the night was much more clear than his friends was, and a lecherous smile worked its way onto his lips. He took his time admiring her naked body, starting at the soft green cheeks of her backside and thighs, then moving up her form until his gaze came to focus on her breasts for a moment, before finally reaching her face, only to freeze at seeing her expression.

"M'gann?" Sleep was still tugging at his mind, but he responded with fair clarity. Ignoring the mess he'd made on himself, he immediately moved to see if something was wrong with his new lover. In the blink of an eye he was crawling towards her, one hand reaching out only to be locked in place when an overwhelming command was shouted into his brain.

'Stay back!'

He winced; clutching his head like it had just taken a blow from a hammer. It was still strange experiencing telepathic communication and the unease it brought was still as sharp as the first day he'd met the green skinned girl. His concern dipped a bit to make way for displeasure.

"M'gann, what did we say about-?" but he never got to finish.

'Stop talking!' Her voice screeched inside his head once again. 'Stop thinking! Just, stop! God, I can… I can hear it. I can see it! Just make it go away!' Almost too loud for him to understand, Wally's mind struggled to make sense of what was going on. To the point he almost missed her as she continued. But clutching his head, more thoughts that very clearly weren't his own started to pop up.

'No, no please no. I don't want this. This can't be happening. I don't want this.' More subtle than the mind numbing force that assaulted him before; Wally quickly figured out that this time he was actually the one reading her mind. Thoughts that she didn't mean to share with him or broadcast the way she was. And with those thoughts was carried the undeniable fear that permeated the young martian's entire being.

Linking minds from an early age, martian's learned to separate the sensation of external emotion from their own with relative ease. Wally on the other hand was completely new to the experience, and was thus entirely susceptible to the confusion of feeling twice the normal amount of emotion. In this strange setting it was all too easy to give into the sensation, feeling her fear and taking it for his own. Projecting it back onto her, the single emotion continued to build until it actually shorted out the connection between them.

It was like getting hit on the funny bone, sharp and tingling. Numb for but a moment, both were given enough time to untangle themselves from each other and regain their separate identities. However, mentally weaker when in comparison to his green teammate, a new sensation in his brain was forced awake from the stunned connection.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Another ice pick to the brain, this one didn't go away. And in fact twisted while Wally struggled to keep his head from splitting open. Reaching out for his friend, his posture crumpled across the bed into a mass of twitching pain.

Forgetting their situation for but a moment, M'gann broke from her reverie watching the redhead fall on his face. Knees tucked under his body, the cords of his back bunched into a tight knot under the stress. Seeing this, M'gann was consumed by concern for her partner, as well as the drive to protect him if she could. Motivated by their connection, she couldn't stop herself from lunging to his side, kneeling next to the bed she laid a calming hand on his brow, caressing the length of his sweat dampened locks. Whatever comfort her touch brought was immediately forgotten at the sound of his loud exclamation of pain.

"W-what's wrong, Wally?" But her stammering went unanswered in the strained gasps and groaning that fell from his lips. In all her time lamenting the fact that she'd bonded with a human, she'd never taken into consideration the possibility that it could hurt him. This oversight continued to plague her as she watched the boy's condition worsen.

As if the pain wasn't enough, Wally was still stuck dealing with the confusion of hearing her thoughts and feeling her emotions. As a young teenage male, he'd often fantasized about what it would be like to read women's minds. Though compared with reality he quickly decided it wasn't as great as he'd imagined. Especially when her entire mind was flushed with panic and the image of him doubled over in pain. But in that panic and concern was also a refuge. And before he could stop himself he found himself throwing his mind deeper into the comfort of her consciousness, burrowing deeply within the comforting lull of her compassion.

The difference was immediate. M'gann could feel the invasion and flinched accordingly even as she fretted over his twitching shell. Rather than spit him out like a bad bite of dinner she was forced to accept him and offer what little comfort she was able to provide, even if it meant exposing even more of herself in the process.

And it did. His mind slithered up their connection like a serpent piercing her innermost self. There, he was privy to thoughts and emotions even she couldn't fully grasp. Especially when faced with caring after him, and what he found… was not what he'd been expecting.

He could still feel it. Past the pain and past the panic of his own heart, he could still feel the unbearable emotions lingering in the back of M'gann's mind. All of which focused on him. More information flooded across his mind, answers and explanations to his confusion. More and more words etched themselves, changing to something he could understand, concepts and meanings translating across language and culture. During the bond her stressed and base thinking had only been able to offer sparse bare bones meanings, exact and direct but lacking context and substance. Suddenly, he began to understand, at least in part, what actually happened the night before. And this news chilled his heart enough to break it.

She was afraid, so afraid and all because of him. There was no mistaking the sharp regret that lanced through him like a cold bucket of water. Able to see the situation through her eyes, it was obvious now what he'd thought had been a wonderful night for both of them, had been his own indulgence. In fact, if what she was feeling was anything to go by, it was worse than disappointment.

He'd taken advantage of her without even knowing it. And in a way, this was even worse than the mind numbing pain forcing him to curl against himself in a desperate hope for relief. He'd taken advantage of her, and forced her into something that he still couldn't quite understand. In those final moments before the darkness of oblivion took him, a kind of ache of his own panged deep in his chest.

"M'gann!" he gasped, fighting to manage even that much past the now skull splitting pain, "I'm sorry." With the last of his energy spent he finally collapsed into the young martian's trembling arms.

Her eyes widened and her heart stopped. Opening her mouth, his apology was forgotten almost as soon as it was uttered as she struggled to understand what was going on. All of sudden, his mind had just cut out, and all the pain and panic disappeared like air in a popped balloon. Leaving only the faintest impression of consciousness to prove his life was still intact.

M'gann blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden well of urgency inside of her body. She needed to save him. She needed to make sure he was okay. She needed to see his eyes open.

'But… what if they didn't?' A small voice in the back of her mind whispered deviously.

She gasped at the thought and was immediately grateful that Wally wasn't awake to hear it. And yet, she couldn't deny the part of her that seriously wondered if she had an option here. After all, this was entirely Wally's fault. She'd even heard him acknowledge it right to her face. If he hadn't been there, if his mind hadn't been so compatible than she wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't be bonded at the young age of forty eight, and she'd be free to live her life with Superboy as she pleased.

And that was the biggest issue. Superboy. She was going to lose him over this. She was going to lose the perfect boy to make this human life of hers perfect. If Wally just went away the bond would be broken and she'd be free to live her life as she pleased. She might not be able to bond again, but she wouldn't be tethered either.

It wasn't a nice thought, even if it was. Unfortunately, even in this dark mental state she knew she couldn't cost her teammate his life for her own selfish reasons. No matter how wonderful a daydream it made.

The compulsion in her body took over and this time she didn't try and resist. Losing control of her own body, her eyes widened as she moved to stand from the bed with her hands outstretched towards his prone form. His body began to levitate with little to no strain on her mind. Turning towards the door with her face set into a grim expression, she prepared herself for the fallout that would no doubt follow. But like it or not, she'd been bonded to Wally and it was her responsibility to protect him when he needed her. Just as she had when his unconscious and prone form had been left to drown in the pool on their last mission, her body moved on its own.

Without a second thought, she stepped towards the door.

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