Chapter 1; Welcome to Smallville

Slowly Morgan opened her eyes. What had happened? Something big, loud. Also painful, very painful. Crushing glass, she could remember. Her head was aching, and so was her side. She felt a bandage around her chest and above her left eye was a big plaster. She took a deep breath and looked around. Where on earth was she? This looked like a boys room, with the army posters on the wall and a rock band on an other wall. She sat up in the bed and looked around. The sun was shining, and a small sunbeam fell in the room. Over the chair Morgan saw a large red shirt. Could she? Why not, perhaps it was laid down especially for her. That would do, she thought. She was still wearing her black tight, which was –surprisingly- whole. The rest of her clothes were all heavily damaged and she could not walk around with them. She got out of bed, very slowly, and put on the red shirt. It was huge! It nearly reached her knees. The one who owned this shirt was probably around 6'2, Morgan thought, at least 6'2. She was a proud 5'5, so it was not a big surprise that the shirt did not fit.

Morgan opened the bedroom door and looked around. This was an pretty old house. Probably a farm or so, completely made out of wood. Morgan walked down the stairs and walked straight in the kitchen. There she saw a few people sitting. Her heartbeat raged up. An elderly couple, a red haired boy, a boy with black hair and a darker boy with white hair. Although, boys? They were probably a few years older than her. Around their twenties, and she still called them boys – the irony. Morgan stopped when she was down the stairs. The older woman smiled.
'How do you feel, girl?' she said friendly.
'Just fine, ma'am,' Megan lied, at least she was polite!
'Do you want something to eat, to drink? A cup of tea, perhaps? With some toast?'
'No, tea would be fine, ma'am,' Megan said friendly.
'What's your name girl?' the old man asked.
'Morgan, sir, Morgan O'Sullivan,' she replied.
'Irish?' he said with a smile.
'Half,' Morgan smiled, 'mom was Canadian.'
'Have a seat girl,' the man said friendly and freed a chair for her.
'There you go,' the old woman said and placed a cup of tea before Morgan. She slowly started to feel a little light in her head.
'I'm Jonathan Kent, and this is my wife Martha,' the man smiled, when he woman said down, 'These are Dick Grayson, Kaldur Nixon and Wally West.'
'You do know you're wearing Conner's shirt, do you?' the red-haired boy named Waly said smiling.
'No, I did not,' she said to him, 'I-I though it was laid down for me to put on.'
'You can wear it,' Mrs. Kent said with a wink.
'Thank you,' Morgan said and took a sip of her tea. Delicious, real grandma tea.
'Do you know where you are?' Kaldur asked. Morgan shook her head.
'Do you know, why you're here?' Dick asked. Again she shook her head.
'I remember something loud. Uhm,' as she made a dropping gesture with her hands, Morgan searched for words, 'Falling. Breaking glass, but nothing in particular.'
'Well, you were in a building which collapsed,' Mr. Kent said to her, 'and you were brought here to recover.'
'Alright,' Morgan said and nod, it made sense. Somewhere. Right?
'Do you want to call your parents, or so?' Kaldur offered.
'I don't think that's possible. They're both dead, you see,' she smiled a bit nervous.
'Where were you living before…this?' Dick asked. Morgan almost hated him for asking.
'On the streets,' for a moment it was silent, 'Why are you here?'
'Our parents are friends with the Kent family,' Dick said, 'and they thought it would be safest for us to stay here.'
'With the earthquakes and so, right?' Morgan said, almost happy she could remember something.
'Indeed, you remember?' Kaldur asked.
'Yes, I remember, just not much of last night.'
'Morgan, dear, it was not last night,' Mrs. Kent said, 'it was over three weeks ago.'
'Three weeks,' Morgan gasped, 'In whose bed have I been sleeping the entire time?'
'That would be Conner's,' Wally giggled. Morgan placed her hand before her mouth. First she stole his shirt and now she apparently also stole his bed for the last three weeks!
'I'm so sorry,' Morgan said to the couple, 'I'll sleep somewhere else! I don't want to keep him away from his bed!'
'We'll take a look,' Mr. Kent smiled and winked.
'But,' Wally began.
'But, nothing Walter,' Mrs. Kent said sever, 'matter closed.'
'Can I help with anything?' Morgan asked when Mrs. Kent began cleaning the table.
'You go outside and enjoy the weather, you too boys,' she smiled.
'Thank you, Mrs. Kent,' Kaldur smiled and stood up, 'we'll show you around, Morgan.'
'Thank you, Mrs. Kent,' she smiled.

Morgan had been right, she was on a farm. A pretty big one. It looked like she was surrounded by mountains and cornfields. She sun was shining and with the wind it was a pleasant temperature. She looked around and took a deep breath. It was beautiful! She could not remember ever seeing something so fresh.
'Didn't expect did, didn't you, beautiful?' Wally giggled.
'Call me beautiful again,' Morgan looked at him fierce and even turned partly before him, 'and I'll pull your fucking tongue out!'
'Wow,' Wally said wide-eyed.
'I'm sorry, it's just…from the streets, I guess,' she said and looked to the ground.
'Nah man, it's cool, we're cool. You're going to love Conner, trust me,' Wally smiled.
'Conner - I'm wearing his shirt. And I sleep in his bed, right? Where is he, actually?'
'He..uhm, he's just. Well, he,' Wally said, thinking out loud. Kaldur looked at Dick and he nod.
'I know where he is,' Kaldur said.
'Are you sure?' Wally said doubtful.
'What, you make him sound like he is some sort of monster,' Morgan said.
'Well, let's say it like this,' Dick said, 'Conner isn't really a people person, you know?'
'And he lost his girl, because of-' Wally began.
'You know, the earthquakes,' Kaldur quickly intervened.
'O, I get it,' Morgan said, even though she knew Wally was going to say something else and the boys were talking to quickly, following each other so fast – she really had to pay attention.
'He's in the barn,' Dick said and sighed, 'like always.'

'Conner, hey Conner, come down,' Kaldur yelled in the barn, 'Morgan wants to meets you.'
'Conner, I can hear you,' Dick said, 'come down, man.'
'Why?' Morgan heard someone say. She knew that voice, or not?
'Conner,' Morgan began and stroke her hair behind her ears, 'I just want to thank you for letting me sleep in your room and, uhm, I'm wearing your shirt, I hope you don't mind. So, thanks again for letting me sleep in your room.'
'Don't thank me,' the voice sighed.
'Why not?' Morgan said and stepped deeper into the barn, 'I slept for more than three weeks in your bed. The smallest thing is to thank you.'
'You don't even know me!' the voice said, she could hear frustration all over.
'Does that mean I can thank you?' she challenged him.
'Just go, alright,' he sighed. Morgan said nothing, but she remained where she stood and faulted her arms. Wally sighed and rolled with his eyes.
'Come on, Morgan, let's just leave him,' Kaldur said. Morgan looked at him.
'Fine,' she said and followed them.
'See you later, SB!' Wally said and waved.

'SB?' Morgan asked Wally while they were walking through the cornfield.
'O, yeah,' Wally giggled, 'It's just a joke. Between us.'
'Of course,' Morgan said, not understanding.
'So, how old are you?' Dick asked.
'Dick! You can't ask a lady that!' Wally said.
'Is he always like that?' Morgan said with a sigh and a desperate look.
'O, you have no idea, Morgan!' Kaldur laughed.
'O God,' she laughed, 'But I'm seventeen. And you guys?'
'I'm twenty and so is Conner,' Kaldur said, 'Wally's nineteen and Dick is seventeen.'
'Where did you say you were from, again?' Wally said, over interested.
'Nowhere, really,' she smiled, 'but the last few years I've lived in Gotham City.'
'Really? I already thought you looked familiar!' Dick said before he could stop himself.
'You're from downtown GC?' Morgan said surprised.
'Not really, but I had some friends there,' Dick quickly said.
'I see,' Morgan said, 'so you believe that not all people from downtown GC are bad?'
'Not all of them,' Dick said with a smile to Kaldur.
'You guys,' Morgan smiled, 'I really don't get you!'