Silence couldn't be this loud. M'gann had looked up the definition; an "absence of sound or noise." The body of Marie Logan was silenced, but still her spirit seemed to haunt the poor white Martian. Every time she moved, even breathed, Marie Logan's voice blared in her head like an orchestra of foghorns. "Why didn't you try harder? Why didn't you save me? How could you have let me die? How could you do this to Garfield? Murderer!" Ms. Logan's silence couldn't have made the shape shifter any more deaf.

"M'gann," the alien looked up at the sound of Connor's voice, as she looked up "Murderer!" screamed in her head. She flinched. "M'gann, it's just me. It's Connor." M'gann looked up again only to be interrupted, "How could you?" The haunted girl suppressed a flinch as she walked over to the comforting arms of her boyfriend, each step providing the voice of her the original Megan.

"She's gone but she's everywhere," said Megan sadly. Connor stroked his beautiful girlfriend's hair.

"It's not your fault M'gann. You did everything you could to save her," said the kryptonian.

"Did I? I could've done more," she murmured to Connor. "I could've sent her out first, I could've put a protective energy bubble around her, I could have used my telekenisis to send the bomb away. I could've called the bio ship to protect her. I could've-"

"No M'gann. You couldn't have done anything," her boyfriend cut in. "You did everything you could. You didn't give up on her. You were amazing, holding onto hope against all the odds." She heard her boyfriend's words, but none of them seemed to ring any truth in her ears.

"Connor," said the sobbing ginger.

"Yes M'gann," he replied.

"Hold me."

"Every day of my life." Y

(Yes. I realize that Connor isn't exactly Mr. Sweet, Nice guy. Just go with it)

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That night at dinner everything was extremely awkward. It had been a week since Marie Logan's death, and the news still rocked the cave. On top of that, Artemis had been skillfully trying to avoid Wally ever since the kiss that apparently meant nothing to him.

Wally watched as the girl he used to hit on did nothing but play with the Chinese take out Robin had ordered, since it was obvious that M'gann was in no state to cook. He didn't blame her. Nobody was really eating his or her food, not even him…well mostly.

Eventually everybody cleared out, Garfield was first to go, leaving after staying for about fifteen minutes. Zatanna was second to leave, followed closely by the Boy Wonder. Wally couldn't help but think, "Go get her," as Dick chased after Zatanna. Kaldur and Artemis soon left after. Oddly enough, Superboy and Miss. Martian were the last to leave the table, besides Wally himself. Each step looked painful for M'gann. All the happy, bubbly energy that he used to see was gone. Superboy put a protective arm against his girlfriend. Wally wondered, "Will I ever love someone that much?" He hesitated to ask himself the second question that was forming in his head, "Will someone ever love me that much?"

"According to Artemis, nobody ever will," thought the young speedster sadly. "You know what, what does she know? How much does her opinion even count for?" Before Wally knew what he was thinking, he heard himself whisper, "Everything."

"Where the hell did that come from? Never mind, just some sort of weird brain-malfunction." All the while, he still couldn't help but hear Kent Nelson's voice in his head; "Find your own spitfire, one that won't let you get away with nothing."

Finally, the redhead cleared his plate, placed it in the dishwasher, and ran the dishes. That's when he got his brilliant idea.

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"Megs?" The green Martian looked up to see Wally West standing in her doorway. She managed a step towards him until her brain squawked, "How could you do this to Garfield?" The guilt too much to bare, she collapsed back down on her bed.

"Well, I know I'm not your boyfriend, but I thought I was still worth getting up for," joked Wally. M'gann let out a soft, half-hearted laugh, but instantly regretted it. "How can you laugh well I'm dead?" Sorrow grimness shrouded her once again. "Hey, guess what I brought?" The green skinned girl didn't move, fearing that she'd hear her adopted mother's voice again. "Cookies!" This made the Martian look up. Instantly, she heard the voices, but the smell of homemade cookies helped her suppress them. "I knew you weren't feeling well enough to make them yourself, so I figured somebody ought to make them for you." M'gann smiled for the first time. "Now, they may not be as good as yours, but they were made with lots of heart and super speed."

"Thank you Wally," said the shape-shifter. "But I think Garfield's the one that really needs these."

"I plan on bringing them to him, but you know, I figured that I should be a gentlemen, giving the lady a cookie before the man," said the speedster. He quickly ran over to M'gann's bed, sat down, and offered her a cookie.

The Martian and the runner both took cookies, clinking them like they were wine glasses. As she took a bite out of it, she instantly regretted it. She started choking as she spit them out. She was about to apologize profusely to Wally, she knew he must have worked hard on them, but he did the exact same thing. "Those were nasty," said Wally.

"No, not that bad Wally. They were just…unique," said M'gann choicely picking her words.

"No, they tasted worse than crap," said Wally. "Like I wouldn't dare try to give Gar any of these, they'd just make him feel worse!" Miss Martian laughed. For the first time in two days she laughed without feeling any guilt or hearing the original Megan's voice. Everybody had been too serious around M'gann, not that she expected any different, but having Wally joke around with her was exactly what she needed.

"This is the first time in two days I've laughed without any guilt," said M'gann. Wally suddenly got intensely serious.

"Maybe you should give them to Beast Boy. Make him laugh too," she suggested playfully. The green-eyed boy relaxed. "Or if nothing else give him a different emotion other than regretful sadness." As she said it, the green skinned girl suddenly remembered that she had been feeling the same thing just a few moments ago, and instantly went back to that place.

"He doesn't have anything to regret," said the speedster seriously. "Neither of you do."

"Thank you Wally," said the Martian sadly. She leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips.

Unknown to either of them, a certain blonde archer had been watching from the doorway's window.