A/N: I do not own Young Justice

If I got any more sympathetic stares, I might have collapsed. I walked in, the room went silent. The murmurs stopped, like if they kept talking I might shatter. I wrapped my hand around my elbow, tipped my head toward the ground, and walked through the kitchen. Please stop looking at me; please stop looking at me.

"Megan,"

Gar. I couldn't remember ever being so thankful to see him. "Hey," I said, unable to suppress a smile- a real smile- when he threw his arms around me. He looked up at me with huge green eyes.

"How is-"

Before he could finish, I gave him a slight shake of my head. He closed his mouth, his smile gone.

"Noted."

'I can't imagine-'

'She must be so-'

'I wonder if she's-'

"What are you guys talking about?" I said. The room went silent. A lightheaded buzz filled my temples.

The team gave me startled, puzzled looks. Even Gar's eyebrows folded together. Conner had just slipped in the room. He stood in the doorway, his blue eyes narrowing at me. What just happened?

Nightwing exchanged a glance with Gar. "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes narrowing behind his mask.

My hand raised to the buzzing in my temple. I nodded. "Hello Megan," I said, quickly brushing it off. "I probably just need- a break."

Nightwing gave me a nod. "Get some rest Megs. Try to stay whelmed."

I returned with a less than graceful smile, Patted Gar on the head, and stepped out. But I wasn't alone.

I followed her from the exit, down into an empty hall where the lights were on too bright and the air was too cold. She knew I was behind her- she had to- but she ignored me anyway. I took her wrist, giving her a slight jerk toward me.

"Conner,"

"What was that?"

Our stares locked. Her lips pursed. Months ago, she would have told me without even asking. But this wasn't then. Anything I wanted from her, I would have to request or demand. "What happened out there?" I said, my eyes narrowing at her.

"I don't know," she said, in a fragile voice that almost made me feel bad for cornering her. "I'm just under a lot of stress." She said, her eyes still trained on mine. "Please let go," her wrist was still firmly in my hand. If she'd wanted to, she could have pulled it away.

My jaw tightened. She could sell that 'stress' excuse to Nightwing, but I knew her better. She trembled- just a little, just enough for me to feel it in her wrist.

"Please," Her wide eyes blinked at me.

Reluctantly, I dropped her arm. She didn't rush off, though, just looked at her shoes for a second. "I'm just under a lot of stress." She repeated. It had to be more for her benefit than mine.

"Megan," I said, rubbing my hand behind my neck. "Whatever just happened out there- whatever's going on you should tell someone," I pulled my fingers into mine because, I don't know, she just looked like she needed it. "It doesn't have to be me. But it should be someone. Nightwing, Wally, Gar-" Her eyes came back up to mine. "Anyone."

She nodded, connecting her hand to her wrist. "Thanks, Conner." She paced down the hall.

"You're welcome," I said, by the time she was already gone.

"So- you two have been spending some time together."

"Gar," I said without turning. If I had been paying closer attention, I would have known it was his footsteps coming up behind me.

"Are you guys-"

"No,"

"So the two of you-"

"No."

"Do you think that-"

"No."

"Did you even know what I was going to ask?"

"Didn't have to."

Gar liked Lagoon Boy about as much as I did.

He frowned. "She still likes you."

"So I've heard." Why does that keep coming up?

"Do you still like her?"

"Doesn't matter." I said, more to convince myself.

"So you do?"

I didn't answer. It was too complicated for an answer. And even if I could, like wasn't the right term for it. But he wouldn't back down. That kid could be as stubborn as me sometimes. "I still care about her okay?"

A smile lit his face like a firecracker.

Before he could get any ideas, I cut him off. "Look out for her for me will you?"

His brow creased. "Is she okay?"

I couldn't tell him his sister might be on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. For all I knew, she might have been right, maybe it was just stress and I was just being overly critical.

"Just- look out for her alright?"

He nodded at me, slowly.

It wasn't that I needed him to. I had a feeling I would be looking out for her enough for the both of us.