AN: Hi everyone! I'm super sorry for the delay! I had this idea the other day and I decided to run with it! It's a little different than previous chapters – I decided to focus a chapter on M'Gann and Superboy and how they might explain their absences from school. Hope you enjoy! :) I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.

Season 1, Episode 11: "Terrors"

Superboy & Miss Martian
Mount Justice
September 13, 18:32 EDT

M'Gann and Conner stood in the center of the cave, flanked by Aqualad, Red Tornado, and Martian Manhunter. All eyes were on Superman and Batman as the latter assigned them their first solo mission:

"This past fourth of July, four ice villains staged simultaneous attacks. Mr. Freeze, Icicle Jr, Killer Frost, and Captain Cold were all easily apprehended. Perhaps too easily. Cold and Frost were immediately sent to Belle Reve Penitentiary, a Federal Prison designed to house super criminals. The 17 year old Icicle Junior was sent to juvenile facility, Mr. Freeze to his usual cell in Arkham Asylum. But Freeze petitioned the court to be declared legally sane, and Junior sued to be tried as an adult. As a result, both await transport to Belle Reve – which seems to have been the goal all along, and I'm sending the two of you in to find out why.

"Who inside the prison will know their true identities?" Aqualad asked uncertainly.

"No one," Batman answered shortly, "We can't be certain the prison staff isn't compromised."

M'Gann exchanged a look with Superboy. She didn't need to read his mind to know that they were thinking along the same lines.

This was a big undertaking, a serious mission – but they were ready.

Ready to prove themselves. Ready to show the League that they had what it takes.

They had only one question:

"But, Batman… what about school?"

Conner Kent
Happy Harbor
September 18, 12:00 EDT

The dismissal bell rang throughout the crowded classroom of Happy Harbor High School, prompting a sudden rustling of papers and jostling among students as they rushed to the door. Mr. Carr spoke loudly over the clamor to make himself heard,

"Remember everyone, your papers on Rhelasia are due next week! Mr. Kent –" he said quickly as Conner made his way to the door, "Can I have a word?"

Megan glanced at Conner uncertainly, who shrugged,

Go. I'll meet you at lunch.

Conner and Mr. Carr watched Megan disappear out the door. When it swung shut behind her they turned to face each other,

"You missed our lessons on Indonesia this week."

Conner shrugged,

"I was sick. I had a really bad cold."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mr. Carr said with a frown.

Conner stayed silent, staring at his teacher expectantly until he cleared his throat,

"Well, Conner, I called you aside because when you didn't show up for class this week and you didn't call out, I tried to get in touch with you or your family to make sure you were alright," He shuffled through some papers on his desk, "But when I had a look at your registration forms I noticed that you didn't have any emergency contacts listed."

"Any what?" Conner asked brusquely.

"Emergency contacts. Someone we can call if there is an emergency."

"Just call the Justice League," Conner said shortly.

"Most people put their parents or guardians…" Mr. Carr said after a brief pause.

"Oh."

Conner shifted uneasily. Who could he put? Definitely not Superman. Maybe Batman? But he didn't know his secret ID. He lived with Red Tornado –

"John Smith," Conner said, recalling Tornado's civilian ID, "he's my… guardian."

Mr. Carr quickly scribbled the information on Conner's form,

"Thanks, Conner. I'll bring this to the office so they can add it to their records."

"Can I go now?" Conner asked impatiently.

Mr. Carr nodded, smiling slightly,

"You sure can. I'm glad you're feeling better, Conner. I'll see you next week."

Megan Morse
Happy Harbor
September 18, 15:18 EDT

Megan Morse hurried down the path to the football field, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Her cheerleading team, the Bumblebees, were all waiting on the pitch, talking and laughing amongst each other. As she approached, however, their voices died down and they gradually fell silent.

"Megan!"

Megan turned. Karen Beecher was striding over to her, pom-poms held in her tightly clenched fists,

"Where have you been, girl? You haven't showed up to practice all week!"

Megan bit her lip,

"I'm sorry! I haven't been myself these past few days, I really –"

"You can't just ditch on us with no notice! You're a part of a team now!"

"I know, and I'm –"

"We need time to teach you our sets so you're ready for the first game!"

"I know, I –"

"Not to mention we have to start working on new cheers and routines for this season!"

Megan folded her hands and stared at her sneakers,

"I know and I am so sorry. I – I understand if you want to kick me off the team."

"Cut her some slack, Karen" Wendy Harris said, suddenly emerging from the huddle, "She just moved here – it's only her second week, and she just joined the team! She needs time to get settled, starting at a new school is hard!"

Karen considered her, her expression softening,

"I know, but we haven't practiced all week, Wendy! The first game is in –"

"We'll catch up!" Wendy interrupted, "We're the Bumblebees! It's what we do! Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, right?" She asked, nudging her playfully.

"I know you're upset," Megan said, "But I promise I'll catch up! I won't go to sleep until I know the routines by heart, I'll practice every day –"

"Alright, alright!" Karen said, swatting the air impatiently, "I was never going to kick you off the team!"

"You weren't?" Megan asked, her spirits lifting.

"Of course not! I just wanted to make sure the Bumblebees are your number one priority. They are... aren't they?"

Megan bit her lip and discretely crossed her fingers behind her back,

"They are – I promise."

AN: Please excuse Superboy's cold pun, and M'Gann's comment on how she "hasn't been herself" – I couldn't help myself! I know these past two chapters have strayed from the norm, but the next will be right back on track! Don't forget to review! :)