Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.
Annemarie hid herself away from the crowd. She shivered and looked around like a lost puppy. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowd for her godfather. She wished she could find her way home. The girl kept running away from the truth. Let's face it she didn't want it to be true. She was just a four year old girl who'd lost her family.
Conner ran after the little girl. He kept her insight, even though she was in the middle of the crowd.
"What's your problem boy?" one irritated man asked.
"Sorry sir," he replied. "I need to catch my little sister. She got mad at our mom and ran off."
The lie came to Conner's lips naturally.
"Oi! Johnny boy! Little lass on your right!"
The man running a newsstand grabbed Annemarie's arm and held her there. Conner thanked the man and ran over and said, "You shouldn't have run away like that. The others are very worried."
Conner lifted Annemarie into his arms and thanked the man who'd stopped her. He carried her away and took her aside. He kneeled down and looked at her.
"I'm Conner. What is your name?"
"Annemarie."
"Well Annemarie," he said. "You're going to come with me. We're going to help you. You'll be safe from the mean lady. Your brother is on his way to the doctors. The doctor will fix him up and everything will be all right merch ifanc."
Conner realized she probably didn't understand the last part.
"Young girl," Conner said. "That's what merch ifanc means. It's Welsh, my friend taught it to me."
"Welsh?"
"It's a language," Conner said. "Now why don't we go home?"
"I don't gots one no mores," Annie said. "Momma and Dadda are gone."
"Yes you do," Conner said. "I'll share my room with you. You'll be my little girl. I'll take care of you and I'll help you. You're going to be fine."
Annemarie looked up at Conner with big eyes. He opened his arms and the little girl ran into them. She hugged Conner and Conner returned the hug, but more gently. He lifted her up and began to walk away. Annemarie shed one last tear before closing her eyes.
Something about this made him think of Superman. Superboy was basically his son correct? Why was it so easy for him to accept Annemarie when Superman couldn't accept him? It showed a flaw, that Superman wasn't perfect. Superboy thought about it on the way back.
Superman was going to be angry with him, Conner just knew it. Megan….well, he didn't know how'd she react exactly. She might tell him she was very worried and accept Annemarie on the spot, or she might freak out at him along with his….dad.
If Conner could even call him that.