AN: I was tempted to throw in quotes by Lady Macbeth into this but I restrained myself, but I couldn't help play a slight homage to the myth of Hermaphroditus...only slightly. As always, this is un-betaed. In my defense, my beta hooked up with Conner before dying mysteriously...I just can't seem to remember what happened...

Chapter 4: Megan Please, Can I Bleed Just Once?

"What? What the do you want now?" Megan shoved Artemis, confident in the belief that the archer and the clone wouldn't make an issue out of her behavior. If they did…another telepathic attack could be easily performed. "Looking for another pity-party about your past? Wah wah."

"Megan…I'm so sorry, but I need to talk to you," Artemis' voice tremored, her heart racing enough for Conner to hear its irregularity.

"Why is Artemis afraid?"

"Nothing, Conner. Right, Artemis?" the Martian spat at Artemis, watching her flinch. "I guess we need some girl time. It will take a couple seconds."

Acting meanly allowed Megan to finally feel...free and powerful. She had eased away from her nice behavior, only retuning to it when she was flirting with Conner or manipulating the team. Conner and Artemis were hers to control anyway, so Megan felt safe in disregarding her typical happy facade when around the.

"Okay. Artemis, you should see Black Canary or Red Tornado about your irratic heart condition. Its pulse increases whenever you're around Megan."

"Conner, leave us alone," Megan pointed at the door, watching as the clone obeyed without question. Later, she needed to enter his mind and redefine what he was allowed to say. Hopefully, his mental defenses remained weak. "Now, where were we?"

Megan remained standing, watching as the archer paced throughout the room for several minutes, trying to speak, but stuttering and giving up.

"I don't have all day."

Artemis stared back at the Martian, no longer walking and trying to find the resolve to confess. Impulsively, without regards to the already visibly irriated demeanor of the Martian, she shouted, "I killed Wally and hid the body."

"That's what you wanted to tell me? Hmmm…shocker! Oh no! I'm sooooooooooo shocked and offended. What ever will I do? Go justice!" Megan snickered.

Artemis's eyes widened in surprise, her lips flapping before she finally said, "And you're okay with it?"

With her arms opened slightly in a gesturing embrace, Megan stepped closer to Artemis, enveloping her in a hug. The Martian placed her head closer, her lips almost touching the sensitive skin of the blonde's ear. Passing seconds felt like hours to Artemis, who fully felt the heat of Megan's breath gently flow into her ear.

"You're my best friend, Artemis," Megan returned to acting cheery, hoping that the change in her behavior might cause some interesting reaction. The Young Justice team was like a reality show far more interesting than any she had seen on the Mount Justice TV. Her team needed someone like her to stir their emotions and provoke them even if it was only Conner and Artemis she controlled...for now. Megan's power was absolute; Artemis could keen on to the Martian and try to kill her, but the blonde's mind was now hers to control. Artemis Crock and her malleable mind were far more interesting toys to play with than anyone on the team besides Conner.

"Thanks, Megan. I'm sorry that I've been mean to you since I came on the team."

Megan's eyebrow rose, pondering Artemis' erratic behavior. The Martian had fiddled with the archer's mind too much; the blonde acted uncharacteristically. It could prove to be advantageous: Artemis was an easy suspect for Wally's death.

"Oh, Arty. I can call you that right? I'm so glad we can be friends."

Megan inched her mouth closer, gently whispering into Artemis' ear. She was close enough to hear the faint beating of the archer's heart and her graceful breathing, which had slowed down from earlier.

"I just needed to tell someone," Artemis choked out a sob, turning her head to rest against Megan's.

"I'll always be there for you," Megan's grin widened as she concentrated on Artemis' mind. Her telepathy had done a shoddy job at changing Artemis' mind; it couldn't be fixed that much. Oh well…

"I'm a killer, Megan. I needed to admit it. If there's anyone who bothers you, I'll do anything to keep our friendship."

"Oh...Artemis," Megan cooed, wrapping her arms around Artemis in another forced hug.

Wally's body might be found within the week, which would only result in her uncle J'onn coming to do a mental evaluation of the team. Megan needed to forget what she had done; perhaps she could live a life of purity free from concerns about Wally if she turned her powers on herself.

The Martian laid back on her bed, concentrating on breeching her own mind. J'onn had warned her against using telepathy one herself, but he had mentioned that some members of her race - the most powerful - were able to do it without harm to their minds.

Megan was that powerful; surely, her control over Conner and Artemis signified the raw, untamable energy that strengthened her telepathy. Even if Conner had periodic fits of not saying quite the right things she wanted him to and Artemis was reduced to a tear-flowing trainwreck, she had been mentally strong enough to change them. She had to be able to change herself...

Darkness greeted her as she walked around in her mindscape: an indefinable darkness without smell and anything solid to guide her. Solid ground didn't exist here, but she still somehow was able to walk. Megan didn't understand many things about the mindscape, for J'onn had restricted her from learning about it until she was older.

She didn't need J'onn. She didn't need her team. She only needed herself. Megan's mind was more terrifying and grand that any magic the team had seen. Although Megan couldn't do parlor tricks like Klarion and Abra could perform, she could tame legions of followers. Magic couldn't enslave the human race, but a morally lax telepath could...

Megan saw something ahead, breeching the darkness. It was red - a deep blood red - and it started to lash out of the spot and splatter itself around the dark. Her mind pulsed, feeling violated as the redness overtook the black color of her mindscape. Megan closed her eyes, waiting for the unknown red entity to stop. Pain shot through her brain, sewing its way through its cells as she felt like screaming. In her mindscape, her mouth opened, but no sound could be heard.

Eventually, the redness and her pain abrubtly stopped, causing Megan's eyes to jet open. Before her, a person stood in the infinite redness. He slowly sauntered over towards her, but the Martian didn't move.

Wally West was in her mind and she had not created him here. This time, Megan screamed, but her voice rung out, echoing though her mindscape.

This Wally was fully sentinent and felt too independent to be a memory.

"Trying to erase what you did? Tsk tsk, beautiful."

"Wa-wally? Megan gulped. "I'm so sorry..."

"You're not and shouldn't fake it to me."

Megan glared at him, but Wally still stood confidently. "Well you're dead. I don't need to say anything to you. You're just something...my mind made?" Megan's shout dissolved into an unsure whisper, afraid of what this Wally could do to her.

Maybe J'onn was right to tell her to never use telepathy on herself...

"He was right, kitten" Wally purred. "Oh...he was so right. I bled for you, so you could get your clone. He's nothing but an inferior copy of Superman. And I'll keep bleeding for you. You'll never forget me. Look at your hands."

She looked down, noticing the red stains contrasting with her green skin. Temporarily distracted, her former teammate jumped at her. Her head beat upwards, unable to move away quickly enough, but she braced herself for the impact. When Wally slammed into her, his body began dissolving into hers.

"Oh Megan! Let's never part," Wally chuckled as his head began fusing with hers. Eventually one being emerged: a monstrous hybrid of the two. Her skin was a checkered mix of Green Martian and ginger flesh, utterly grotesque by her standards. Despite her new appearance, Megan still maintained control of this body. She couldn't sense an additional will competing with hers.

The Martian laughed, trying not to acknowledge the issue. This was only her mindscape; she was attacked by a rogue memory. She could return back to waking life, open her eyes, and be on her bed in her old body at any time. Everything would be normal even if Megan had to grind the jagged pieces of her life back together. Conner was waiting for her; she couldn't fail him and their love now.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting nothing but darkness. She had returned to her room and felt proud despite that she had failed to erase her memories of killing Wally. J'onn could always be manipulated; he had displayed a suspiciously strong sense of kinship towards her despite that she had only seen him a handful of times before she had joined the team.

Megan's body lay back in the sheets, which lingered with a faint warmth. Megan closed her eyes, grasping onto the sheets to draw them over her...

This wasn't her bed. These didn't feel like her sheets...Megan switlfy sat up, looking around. Her breath choked out shakily.

She was in Conner's room, but why? She hadn't told the clone to grab her while she was was supposedly 'sleeping.' Something wasn't right...

The Martian's green hand snaked down her stomach, resting inbetween her legs...her mind's projection of Wally couldn't be real...

"Thankyou," she cried out, feeling the absence of a bulge. Something about not having functional male anatomy seemed funny to her. A bellowing cackle ripped from her mouth, lasting several minutes as she heaved back and forth on the bed. Her mind's Wally couldn't do anything. Tonight, she would venture into her mind again.

"Megan. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

She sharply turned her head, pulling her hand back up shamefully. Kaldur stood in Conner's room, glaring at her with unabashed menace. Their eyes locked, taunting each other into revealing what the other knew. The image of Wally's death returned to her, forcing Megan to break eye contact as she thought of the speedster. Megan quickly returned to staring at Kaldur, but unlike before, the Atlantean appeared with rotting flesh splattered with blood.

Just like Wally...

"Where is Kid Flash?"

AN: Should Kaldur live or die? After this chapter, Megan won't be stable. At all. She'll be angry and sloppy.