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Everything slowly settles back in to a sense of normality after my adventure into the canteen, J'onn leaves me to my own devices more often, the league interacts with me in their down time and the two women of the league have taken me out on their shopping trips.

I even had a week off the tower to stay at my new home. It was during my stay at home that I noticed I was sleeping more than usual. My body is constantly craving rest, small activities tire me out and I keep dozing off at random places.

This is the reason why Diana find me curled up on the swivel chair at the monitor room.

"Are you unwell? "

My blurry vision focuses on regal Princess as she makes her way over to my chair before laying a hand on my forehead.

"I'm just tired, Diana. "

"I have some tea my mother sent me, perhaps it will chase away the weariness, would you like some? "

My nod is met with a smile and a helping hand pulling me out of the chair. She talks about the origins of the tea, retelling her mother's stories and the times she had made the drink to cure her ailments.

Stepping into Diana's room is similar to being transported to another world. Her bed is covered in soft furs and pillows. Gold plated armour both decorative and battle hardy are hung on the wall across the bed. Between the bed and her armour wall is a view much like the one from J'onn's room but she has used a rich red curtain to frame her view. Ancient oak dresser drawers and chests are artistically arranged next to an ornate corner table and cushioned chair. Everything in her room screams royalty.

"Have a seat, "she gestures at her bed.

I sink into her covers, the bed impossibly soft as it presses under my weight. While I run my hands through the soft furs, Diana pulls open a small emerald chest. Tinkling glass bottles are placed on her table followed by two dainty cups.

It is relaxing to watch her carefully measure out the tea powder and pour it into the cups. She sets a flask to boil water and uncaps another glass vial, pouring out a few drops of liquid into our cups. The scent of water lilies floats across the room.

She finally pours the water just shy of boiling and hands me a cup. The scent of the tea alone is relaxing and we quietly sip at the liquid. I had expected medicinal teas to taste bitter but Diana's concoction has a mild sweetness to it and warms my soul.

The peace in the room is disturbed by her comm. piece going off as we settle our cups.

"Thank you for the tea, it was wonderful. "

"You are welcome to it anytime, I will be visiting my mother soon and I shall get you a set of your own. "

She graces me with another regal smile as I thank her and make my way out of her quarters to J'onn's.

I crawl into J'onn's bed and fall asleep only to be woken by J'onn's large body pulling me into his embrace.

'You're back early from your mission, I take it was a success?'

'Yes, everything went well, no one was hurt.' His answer echoes in my mind as he tightens his arm across my waist.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder and falls asleep, his thoughts revert to the Martian language and I watch, fascinated by the sounds and symbols in his dreams before succumbing to sleep myself.

A baby dragon flies across the sky, green in colour with red eyes and sharp claws. He turns in the air before flying down to land in my arms. The ferocious looking creature latches its mouth onto my breast suckling to draw milk from me.

I bolt upright in bed, my hands flying to my stomach. A strange chill running through my body, my mind connecting dots I didn't see before. I am constantly tired, I eat more, I sleep more and I can't seem to stay awake for long periods of time. I am carrying another being inside of me...

It's sometime before J'onn's voice pierces through my thoughts and I notice that he's been calling out my name both verbally and mentally. His large hands cup my face, trying to get my attention but all I can think about is the possibility of this going wrong. We are not of the same biology, this shouldn't even happen. The fact that it has indicates a very possible outcome of a miscarriage or a deformation.

'I'm with child, J'onn...'

The Martian freezes, his hand slides down to my stomach as if to feel his child being formed inside me. His eyes are transfixed on my, expression somewhere between horror and fascination.

As the resident doctor, J'onn is equally aware of how biology and compatibility works between species. The last time two distantly related species crossed, a mule was born. Not that I have anything against mules, but mules are sterile and unable to reproduce on their own. When the genetic code is even slightly altered, it results in drastic effects. If this child were to be born, would it survive? What would it look like? Whose genetic code would it take after? Would it be green? How would the eyes even form with our two extremely different visual receptors?

The fear of the unknown is overwhelming; I can feel tears gathering in my eyes. This will not be easy for us. We run the risk of giving life to a new life or of losing the child during the gestation period.

"J'onn... What do we do?"

For the first time since I've known him, J'onn looks terrified. He bolts off the bed and lifts me into his arms with as much care as one would take lifting a glass filled with water to the brim.

Oh no.

He's one of those males isn't he?

One of those well-meaning men who panic at the thought of their pregnant wives moving, lifting or even walking about on their own for fear of their wives falling or injuring themselves.

I'm caught between tears and hysterical laughter! I did not expect J'onn J'onzz, the very picture of serenity, to be one of those men.

He rushes me to the hated infirmary and places me gently onto the bed, before I can protest, a thick blanket is draped over my feet and J'onn pulls up the ultrasound machine. He changes the machines sensor head from its usual to the gynecological ultrasound wand. The whole setup looks downright frightening.

The fear is not in the least bit helped by my stoic Martian's fluid movement across the med bay.

J'onn locks the med bay door and slides a stool up to my bed. His voice in my head is a lot calmer than his nearly trembling hands.

'I am going to insert this inside you and scan for a developing foetus.'

At my wide eyed stare, he finally takes a deep breath and brushes his thumb across my cheek.

"It is not designed to hurt, little one, you will not feel even the slightest of pain."

With those words whispered across the air, he presses a kiss to my forehead and releases my hand but the calm he imparted is short-lived when he requests permission to shift the hem of my dress up to my waist.

The calm dies a quick death when J'onn shifts my underwear to the side before pressing the tip of the terrifying looking ultrasound wand at my opening. I was relaxed exploring J'onn's alien anatomy but I'm nowhere near relaxed with this simple scan.

Like he had promised, it didn't hurt at all when he slid the wand into me but it did knock the wind out of me when the tip of the wand pressed up against my cervix. The medical atmosphere around me and the knowledge of why I am currently laid back on a medical bed with an ultrasound wand pushed inside me is slowly eating away inside my mind.

I'm panicking as J'onn adjusts the angle of penetration to detect any sign of life inside me but all of that comes to a screeching halt when the monitor detects a small ball of cells floating inside me. It's impossible to call it a baby. Even the word foetus doesn't fit. It's a very small mass of cells shifting and multiplying inside of me.

We are lost in our own thoughts, looking at the tumbling little ball of possibilities. It could grow into a baby boy or a baby girl. He or she could be the start of a new Martian/Human race. J'onn and I could be a family. Our child could have the best of both worlds.

Or, the foetus would not be sustainable on earth's atmosphere. He or she could simply die upon exiting my body.

'J'onn...' his eyes close against the view and a soul weary sigh escapes his lips. When he looks back at me, his eyes are swimming in emotions I can't even begin to decipher.

He gently removes the wand and sanitizes the equipment and I adjust my clothing to serve their function of covering me. There is a lot we have to discuss and there is no one we can ask for expert advice on genetic inconsistencies. We will have to face this together on our own.

When I make to get off the bed, J'onn rushes over to place me carefully onto the floor, "You must take care," he wraps his arm across my back, "this pregnancy is not natural. We do not know how your body will react with the child's development."

I can sense J'onn's worry, see his line of reasoning and I have to admit that the possibility of a positive outcome is slim to none but my hand travels to my stomach, my imagination running with it. A child.

J'onn guides me to the teleporter pads,

'Let us go home and discuss this, yes?' His red eyes stare into mine while calling out loud.

"Batman, two for teleportation to H1."