Okay, hopefully with this heavy lifting out of the way, the rest of the 'Nesting-verse' will be easier. Making up comic book genetics and alien reproduction is hard. You'll have to forgive me if it's a little short. I started this chapter about a week after the first one. I could have made this the last installment and fit the rest of the story into this chapter, but I'm trying to get better at making suspense.

Also, I'm a sucker for Reviews.

It probably doesn't live up to expectation, but here it is.

-B

"Wow. Who would have thought those Sex Ed classes I taught back home would have ever been useful?"

"Thanks for helping us out with this, Kara."

Supergirl smiles. Her teeth are bright like sunlight, just like her hair. It's a Kryptonian thing. M'gann and Conner have been learning all about Kryptonian things.

Because of the mass of a infant Kryptonian, the mother has to gestate the young for around eleven months. However, young Kryptonians are completely powerless and thus require plenty of sunlight to inspire the photosynthesis-like process of feeding.

"They probably used aritificial sunlight on this one. Heat lamps with a mixture of UV rays and atmospheric gases similar to our home planet."

They're very lucky to have Kara. She is the only living Kryptonian with any knowledge of their reproductive habits or biology. Because of her they have a diagram of what M'gann should shift her reproductive organs to look like. The more natural method of Kryptonian reproduction anyway, not a birthing matrix. That would probably be easier, but replication could leave space for error.

That, and they'd rather make babies the fun way and not just stick some DNA in a giant microwave and have an instant baby.

She doesn't know about the eleven-month gestation though. It takes a large amount of concentration to change herself on the cellular level. Keeping herself like that for a year would be exhausting, if not impossible.

Which worries her.

They actually can't wait to get to the fun part; conception. It's the preparation that is making both potential parents nervous. In fact, M'gann isn't getting much sleep and it's showing on her performance in the field.

'Miss Martian. We need you to establish a mental link.' Aqualad says.

The Bioship hovers over a compound hidden in the meadows of Nevada. Word is that Vandal Savage is running some kind of crime den out of Las Vegas and this is where he's keeping his spoils. His spoils are super powered individuals instead of other precious commodities like cash or drugs. Batman's instructed them to gather intel only. If there are captives being held, they'll end up ignoring Batman's orders.

After another minute of radio silence, Kaldur grips a thick shoulder.

'M'gann!'

'Huh? Oh. Yeah. Okay.'

Kaldur looks at his half-conscious teammate as she trudges away to camoflauge herself and infiltrate the compound.

'M'gann. You're still visible.'

'I am? Thanks, Aqualad.'

Kaldur keeps finding her awake and watching episodes of Dallas. Sometimes he'll find Dick or Artemis accompanying her. Gothamites are used to late nights. M'gann however, is used to at least five hours of rest in a forty-eight hour period. Lately she's been running on two. Her appetite has been poor as well.

"You're not going to be properly fertile if you keep depriving yourself like this." He says.

"I'm a living being too! Why does everyone care more about my hypothetical offspring's health than mine?!" She snaps.

Kaldur's eyes widen a little. Clearly the lack of food and sleep is grating on her nerves as well as sanity.

"M'gann, I did not mean to imply-"

"I know you didn't Kaldur. I'm sorry I snapped."

She curls into her body further and Kaldur hesitantly reaches a comforting hand to her hair. He pushes the odd-textured strands from her paler-than-usual face and begins to massage her third eye.

The noise she makes it something between a click and a whimper. Conner told him about how sensitive her telepathic centre is.

"M'gann. Take your brain off the hook. All will be well, it is okay to rest."

"Did you know that Fallopian tubes do not remain static?"

Artemis goggles her green friend and looks frantically for an exit to this conversation.

"They wave around like those dancing men in used car lots."

The blonde cannot help but sputter and snort at the information.

"You mean to tell me that my reproductive organs are like wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tube guys?"

"Yup."

"Apropos of...?"

"Me growing some this morning."

Artemis nods slowly, "Congrats?"

"Well, now's the fun part."

"Copious amounts of sticky sex?"

"Hell yeah. Death by snu-snu!"

They share a high five (something M'gann was excited to try back when she first came to Earth). Artemis massages her hand afterward. M'gann always slaps too hard.

"So you want us to leave the cave for what... four hours?"

"Minimum."

Kaldur winces at the implication and considers telling them to just rent a hotel room. He thinks of the potential damages and withdraws the idea.

"I'll see if Batman needs us to clean up an graffiti. Or maybe the Riddler's in town."

"With our luck we'll be stuck with a C-Lister like Killer Moth or Cluemaster." Dick interjects.

"So take the kids for some laps or ice cream or something." Conner suggests, leaning against the breakfast bar.

"Batman did leave us a credit card."

A zip of light has a rambunctious Wally colliding with Dick. The inertia has them toppling over the back of the sofa. Wally waggles his eyebrows.

"Did someone say 'Orange Mocha Frappucinos'?"

"No."

"I heard it."

They pause in their potential snarking at Wally when they hear a crash come from deeper in the cave. Immediately, they go into fight mode at the thought of another Red Invasion or potential attack from The Light.

"Conner! My mucus looks to be the right consistency!" M'gann calls from the other room.

Superboy watches his comrades expressions range from amusement to light horror. His grin spreads wider than the Joker's as he leaps to their bedroom in a single bound.

He maps her inconsistencies with his hands. Freckles more like scales than spots, or how the bones in her fingers never feel quite fragile enough to be human. M'gann exhales below him, her eyes shiny and bright as he spreads and enters her again. She bites her lip with the force to break human skin. He presses his mouth over hers to bring her warm tongue against his.

It isn't long before he finishes again and collapses against her shoulder.

"I need to nap for maybe a day."

"So much for that Kryptonian stamina."

"I'll stamina your face in a second. Just let me catch my breath."

M'gann gives an airy laugh and runs her fingers through the sweaty strands of his hair. He hums appreciatively at the attention. The affection turns contemplative. He can feel it twinge in his mind.

"You're having bad thoughts." He says.

She hums and he feels the shift of five digits turning to two. Regularly, he wouldn't mind and find her comfort with him soothing.

"M'gann, you're shifting."

She looks so tired as she pales and her eyes widen. Her breath slows and she gets that look of concentration usually reserved for Psimon and hard recipes.

He stays awake with her until the others return.

"How are we going to know if the eggs take?" Dick asks.

"Six to twelve weeks." M'gann sighs.

"That's a long gap."

Conner soothes her by brushing his fingers through her hair. The look he gives Dick is one of terror.

"Believe me, we know how long it is."

The cave is restlessly quiet for the next few weeks. No one wants to disturb M'gann. She's been crankier than ever and prone to little telekinetic tantrums. Artemis has been playing moderator while Conner spends most of his time on missions or breathing into paper bags.

Coming back from missions he receives the brunt of M'gann's rage.

"Running around playing hero while I'm stuck here incubating your spawn." She seethes.

"Nice to see you too, M'gann." He grunts.

M'gann snarls and he can see more gum than usual. Her nostrils flare and fade into her face. Conner feels dread drop the bottom of his stomach out.

"M'gann? Don't lose control! Just breathe, what can I do?"

He walks toward her, but she hisses and scrambles backwards. With a speed previously unknown to her, she flees deeper into the cave. Conner follows, listening with superhearing for the skittering sound of her claws on rock.

The room she leads him to is the previously unoccupied weapons storage locker. Since May, M'gann has been redecorating it to resemble a cross between an ant hill and the set of Hello Megan. Needless to say, the room looks bi-polar. A bi-polar room that M'gann is currently oozing extraterrestrial life all over.

Conner reaches out towards her hopelessly. She doesn't even seem to be moving consciously. It's fascinating to him. She's laying eggs. He guesses that her genetics are making a compromise on their joint-DNA experiment. (Not that he's ever going to tell his future kids that they were an 'experiment')

He retreats to the kitchen to fetch some ice chips. This is what people do with pregnant women on TV anyway. He feels helpless. When he returns and tries to feed his girlfriend the ice, she makes rasping noises at him and pushes him away with her mind. Instead, he just sits in the doorway, chewing on ice as he watches her pace about before laying more eggs.

A few hours later Conner hauls their mattress from their bedroom and gently leads an exhausted M'gann to it. She's changed back to her humanoid form and watching the ceiling with wide eyes. It's eerie to see her unconscious with open eyes. There's a small knock on the door. It's Artemis. He can tell by her breathing patterns. A broken nose in her youth has led her to wheeze out of one nostril.

"Come in." He says.

She pushes the door open, "We caught some of the commotion on the cave's monitors. Is M'gann okay?"

"I think she's just tired." He tilts his head to the rest of the room.

Artemis looks at the eggs with scrutiny. She's fascinated by them. They look more like pupae than the avian forms she expected. They're all held together by a thin olive membrane. She looks for movement of dark shapes inside. Nothing yet. She turns to Conner who looks equally lost as he strokes M'gann's hair.

"She got really cranky and then gave birth. Sex Ed did not prepare me for this."