A/N: I do not own Young Justice

"Megan," I gripped her shoulders, shaking her. "Megan."

At first, I just let it go. It was just noise, maybe she couldn't sleep. But there was a crash; I knew something was wrong.

I had heard her have nightmares before- when she would toss and turn and shiver and whisper nonsense. Then one night I woke her up- smoothing her hair from her face. She woke up and just started to cry. I'd lifted her into my arms without thinking. When she calmed down, her eyes held mine, and she said two words: "Don't leave."

And I didn't. I stayed there next to her; she had fallen asleep pressed against my side, with her cheek and her palm against my chest, and my arm protectively around her. She drooled in her sleep- leaving a small puddle where my heart beat under her; but I didn't care. Because the way she looked at me when she woke up- like I could fix anything, like I could be her everything- I knew things would never be the same: I would never feel this way about anyone else.

So from that night on, if she stirred, I would go be with her, and she would be still. And, for once, I would be still too.

But none of that matters now. I stopped searching for that stillness when I walked away from her, from us.

She had told me they were dreams about Mars, the wars, her old life. It had been painful, but she told me. I would bet she never told La'Gaan. I almost knew he had no idea how little she slept at night.

But tonight was different- it wasn't the quiet restlessness that was normal for her. Something was wrong.

When I opened her door, my mouth dropped.

She hovered, in the middle of the room, with everything- literally everything- books, her laptop, her blankets, perfume bottles, everything but her bed- spun in quick, uneven ovals around her. But she was asleep, shivering and trembling, but asleep.

I ducked through the cyclone surrounding her, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Megan?" I shook her, just enough to get her attention. "Megan."

Her eyes snapped open. Everything dropped to the ground with a thud. Her breath came in heavy, ragged bursts. "C-C-Conner?" It was about twenty degrees too hot in here.

"Megan," I repeated. She looked from me to the cluttered floors to the blank walls, blinking and frantic. "Megan." I said, taking her chin between my thumb and finger. "Megan," I said, more gently this time. "What happened?"

She stared at me, large, intent eyes. "I don't know." She said through a shaky breath. She had that look like she was about to cry. "I don't know what's going on."

In spite of everything that had happened between us, I believe her.

So instead of leaving her to start crying alone, or grilling her about the disarray around her, I pulled her toward me, instinctively. We sank to the floor. I leaned my head back. I might regret this in the morning; for now, I had more to worry about. Like what was going on with her- because it was more than just stress.

At first, I ignored it. Like when I had accidently read his mind last week. Was it last week? I didn't know. I couldn't keep the days straight.

But it had gotten progressively worse. For the last few days, I hadn't been able to go into a room without hearing every thought from every person there. I couldn't tell the difference between what was actually being said and what wasn't. I hadn't slept, not since the night he had left me in the med bay. Not really, anyway.

And now…

"Megan," Conner shook me gently. "Megan."

My eyes shot open. A spinning pile of stuff toppled to the ground. I gasped. It was like I couldn't get any air into my lungs. "C-C-Conner."

"Megan."

My eyes darted over the room. I was in my room. I had been dreaming. I had been dreaming. But of what? What's going on?

"Megan," he took my chin in his fingers, guiding me to focus on him, his blue eyes fixed on me through the dark. "What happened?"

I had no idea. And that scared me. "I don't know," I said. "I don't know what's going on."

He didn't hesitate to pull me into his arms. I was so glad that it had been him first. That he didn't puncture me with questions r demand answers I didn't have. Instead he allowed me to settle into his familiar embrace. Where it was warm and he smelled like peppermint and soap and I could forget, just for a little bit, what had fallen apart between us, what was falling apart around me now.

"I'm so tired." I said, half conscious, without thinking.

"I know,"

Mercifully, I fell asleep after that.

She murmured in her sleep, in Martian, I think. I nodded off for a little bit too.

I scooped her off the floor, her knees over my arm, her arms loose around my neck, to deposit her on her bed, while I attempted to undo some of the wreckage. She'd broken a lamp; its glass bulb laid sprayed across the floor. I stuffed the drawers back in their slots, placed her now dusty cookbooks back on their shelves.

Then I found it- a photograph, from years ago.

The sound of her sitting up lurched in my ears.

"You still have this," I said.

Light pink blush flushed in her sage green cheeks. "I must have- forgotten about it."

It was from one of our days on the beach- right at sunset. She had her arms over me, with her cheek pressed up against mine, and a smile that could put a power plant out of business. I set it down on her desk- not telling her I had the same picture, turned faced down, in an otherwise empty drawer somewhere.

"What happened last night?" I asked her again.

"I'm not sure."

I stared at her, waiting for more.

"The other day," she started slowly, like she needed to find the nerve. "You told me to talk to someone."

"Right."

"I haven't."

It wouldn't be the first time she hadn't listened to me.

"Because the only person I could really tell is you."

She paused, waiting for my approval. Do I give it to her? I should have kept my distance- but what difference did it make now that I'd abandoned it? So I nodded at her to go on.

"It's happening again."

My eyes widened, then narrowed. "Since when?"

She shook her head. "Conner," her voice dropped. "I think I need help."

A/N: I know, this update took forever. My greatest apologies. It shouldn't happen again.

The plot should be coming to a stew... hopefully! And I'm just now realizing that this is going to be fairly short (around ten chapters). A huge thank you for reading. If you would like to review, that would be really great=)