A/N: Hey guys, and welcome back to the eleventh chapter of Amnesiac! R&R and all that stuff whenever, too. Now on to the mail!

patattack: It is a shame that they didn't include Starfire somewhere in YJ. Like I said, sorry about the ending on #10, I know it was weird. So, I guess I should say thank you for sticking with me through my weird cut-offs and stuff.

Zatanna Carrile: Well, here's the next chapter! Hope you like.

KellAnn54: Yeah, I guess that wasn't really a good excuse. I'll try to be different, so it'd be great if you could help me out.

Guest: I think I fixed what you were upset about, but if I didn't, please tell me and maybe include explicit instructions.

Guest: I would love to know what your reason is.

Anyway, on with the show! KF! Could you please do the disclaimer for me? I give you cookie if you do!

Kid Flash: Sure! She doesn't own anything. Now where's my cookie?

BTW, here's a warning about this chapter... there's underwear.


Superboy's eyebrows shoot up, nearly disappearing into his hair line. Robin's mask widens and Kid Flash's mouth drops open. Aqualad raises a solitary eyebrow and Miss Martian looks, dare I think it, almost a bit miffed. As my smile melts, they remain frozen and my eyebrows knit together. Apparently, smiling at Superboy isn't something that's usually done. Then a thought hits me.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking," I say, suddenly feeling self-conscious, "could I bathe or wash up somehow? I feel slightly unclean now that I know I've been unconscious for a straight week."

"We did get you cleaned up after we-" Kid Flash stops abruptly as I raise my eyebrows, "I mean, Miss Martian and-and Red Tornado did… This isn't going to sound right no matter what I say, is it?" I shake my head in reply.

"What I meant is you're technically clean," he mumbles, dropping his head.

"While I appreciate the fact that I'm clean," I pause, fighting a blush, "I'd still like to make sure that I'm bathed to my standards." I look down for a moment to try and lessen the heat in my face and I take in my bare legs. "And maybe some pants could be arranged as well, if you would be so kind."

"Hello, Megan!" Miss Martian exclaims, hitting her forehead with the base of her palm, "I knew we were forgetting something!"

"Yeah, you aren't wearing much more than a hospital gown under KF's sweatshirt are you?" Robin smirks.

I pinch the sweatshirt's fabric. "Unfortunately, no. When I woke up, my clothing situation was… inconvenient to say the least."

"I apologize." Aqualad says, "We did not expect you to wake for a while, especially while we were gone."

Robin turns his attention to Miss Martian. "Hey, Miss M, you think you could set her up with some of your organic Martian clothes?" he asks.

"Sheesh, Rob, she could probably fit in your clothes." Kid Flash interjects, seemingly over his earlier embarrassment, "Hey, we finally found someone as small as you. It's a miracle." A sarcastic smile spreads across his face.

"Whelmed, KF, whelmed." Robin replies, "I guess it's just whatever our mystery guest prefers."

"Um, well, I'm not really picky." I shrug, "I don't mind."

"Oh! I have the perfect outfit in mind!" Miss Martian squeals, "It'll look so cute! Let's go!" She jumps out of her seat and snatches my hand, yanking me off of the couch.

As she pulls me out of the room, I hear Robin cackle, "I'll make sure to keep my spare clothes on back up if cute doesn't work out!"

We rush through the large open area in front of the tubes where I had first run in to everyone and then we head down one of the hallways. Miss Martian is actually flying a few inches off of the ground now, moving quickly as she chatters on about clothes and colors, with me barely keeping up behind her.

A surge of dizziness makes me stumble. "Miss Martian!" I yell.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Miss Martian exclaims, turning around, "I forgot you're still recovering. Are you all right?"

I pull away from her, leaning over with my hands on my knees to try and make the hall stop spinning. "I think so." I say, my voice raspy, "I'm just a bit light-headed."

There's the staccato slap of feet, a strong breeze, and then Kid Flash gently grabs my arm.

"Of course you're light-headed," he scolds, "you've been unconscious for an entire week. You haven't exercised and we don't even know when the last time you ate was." He helps me straighten up. "Well, except for whatever you threw up earlier I guess, but that's beside the point. You need to take it easy!"

"I. Am. Fine." I annunciate slowly, "And you can let go of my arm now." Kid Flash looks at the hand holding my arm for a bit, as though he forgot he was still clamped onto my arm, before slowly letting go.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks.

I tilt my head slightly and give him a look of 'I'm-positive'.

"Okay, okay!" he says, throwing up his hands, "Just… just try to be careful, okay?" He stands there until I reply with a short 'Alright.' and then runs off down the hallway.

I listen to his footsteps fade as I turn back to Miss Martian, a soft sigh escaping past my lips.

"Let's keep going." I wave my hand down the hall. "Though perhaps at a more relaxed pace."

We move in silence, myself walking and Miss Martian floating just above the ground. I can feel Miss Martian's curious looks and every time I catch her gaze on me she whips her head forward again, acting as though she hasn't been looking at me at all. By the time we reach our destination not a word had been spoken and I'd caught Miss Martian five times. She wasn't being very stealthy about it.

We enter what I assume is a kind of dressing area or a locker room and through another doorway I can see shower heads in a tiled room.

"You can undress here and hop in the shower while I go grab a towel and some clothes, okay?" Miss Martian chirps, then she rushes out of the room at top speed and I'm alone.

I pause for a moment, listening to an echoing giggle Miss Martian had left behind before I shrug and start to strip off what clothes I have on. The sweatshirt comes off and then I undo my hair, letting the strands run through my fingers before settling around my shoulders and back. Next, I stretch my arms behind me to figure out how to get this paper gown off. I find a row of snaps going down the back and start unfastening them. Once the last snap is undone, the thin fabric slides off and bunches into a pile on the floor.

"Oh, thank goodness," I breathe. You wouldn't expect that having undergarments would be such a relief, but it is. The relief is short lived though when I spot the scar spanning my stomach.

The thin band of grayish skin stretching from my right rib cage to the edge of my left hip.


Eh? Eh? Connect the dots time! So sorry about all the weird cut-offs in my chapters, just tryin' to keep things around 1,000 words. Anyway, stay tuned for more! Oh, and thanks to all you guys who are favoriting and following this story! You're awesome!