A/N: So I know… I'm basically a good for nothing… I've actually had this chapter written for a long time—it's getting around to posting that's been killing me. So, finally, here it is (my greatest apologies for the Ridonculous wait).
I do not own Young Justice.
Had I been too hard on her? No—there were some lines between right and wrong that just shouldn't be blurred. But then, it couldn't have been easy to make the choices she did—even if I thought- knew- she was wrong.
Alright that was one thing—but me, my mind. That was different. Completely. How could she? I'd been looking for an excuse to forgive her, but how could I? I loved her. I could have excused anything for her: not that…
And then there was La'Gaan.
Was there any going back after that? How could there be?
But at the same time, I wanted to: I wanted to forgive her. When you love someone, like I loved her, that doesn't just go away; it stays with you. I'd always love her. We just wouldn't be together.
Which is why I was seeking her out. Because we'd talked and talked and talked without getting or giving any answers. She was strong, and I was stubborn—some things just don't change.
Even when everything else does.
There were three places she would be. She wasn't in her room, and she wasn't with her uncle, so that left one.
"Any changes?" I said.
"Nightwing said he showed some signs of activity last night."
She wasn't as jumpy, but she was just as on edge. She tucked her hair behind her ear, crossed her legs. she was literally sitting on the edge of her seat, with her fingers clutching the plastic on the sides of her. I pulled up a chair next to her, got to her level.
"Is it—helping? Working with your uncle?"
She shrugged. "Sometimes. Others…" she sighed, shuddering. "It's worse." Her arms folded around herself. "How's Gar?"
"He's asked about you." I said. "You should see him."
"I will."
We didn't look at each other. For a long time.
"I would have gotten over it eventually. You knew I would have. I was upset with you but it couldn't have lasted forever." I said, fast, before I lost the nerve. "So what were you thinking?"
Her eyes closed. A breathe coursed through her chest. She knew what I was talking about. "I wasn't." A tear rolled over the curve of her cheek. She wiped it with the back of her wrist. "I'm so sorry, Conner. I'm so sorry. I can't stop being sorry."
"I could have forgiven you." I said. "I'm sorry I made you think I couldn't."
"Could you still?"
"I don't know." I loved her, but she wouldn't look at me. "What does it matter? You've moved on."
"Conner," she sighed. There was a pause where I just glared at her while she stared at the floor. "What did you expect?"
"I don't know," I said, digging my fingers through my hair. "I guess I just always thought, you'd come back to me."
She sucked in her lower lip, like she couldn't respond to me.
"Do you love him?" As long as I was saying it, I might as well have said all of it.
It got her attention.
"I care about him." She said.
"Do you love him?" I needed to hear her say it.
"No." She said after a second.
"Then why are you with him?" I snapped. I didn't have a right to be jealous but I was—jealous and angry and frustrated.
"Because he wanted me when you didn't."
I reached for her hand. Her fist loosened in my palm. I got so close to her I could feel her breathing against my lips. She was so close—so close. And I realize, I'm thinking about it, about wanting to kiss her. Another tear ran down her face. I resisted the impulse to smooth it off. "I didn't agree with you. I was—I am—upset," I said. "But I never stopped wanting you."
Her lips parted, but she didn't get the chance to say anything. Because we'd both turned to the sky rocketing vitals next to us.
I am happy. I am.
I was happy. But not the way I should have been.
"La'Gaan," I said. I threw my arms around him as he gasped awake. But more out of relief than affection.
"Angelfish," he said weakly as he fell back into the pillow behind him.
I didn't know what to say. I looked from him, to Conner. Conner—I couldn't even remember what I was about to say to him, not with the shock.
"Chum."
"La'Gaan."
I hadn't expected them to suddenly become friends. But I hadn't expected them to immediately pick up the hostility again either. I should have—Conner being so stubborn and La'Gaan being so jealous.
"Did I interrupt something?" he said; feeble as he was, he had energy to try to get under his skin.
Conner's jaw tightened. "Actually—"
"Conner—" I said, touching open fingers on his wrist. My eyes pleaded with him to let it go—just this once. He bit his tongue. In spite of his temper, he did what he could to avoid upsetting me—he still did.
La'Gaan glanced from the place where my hand touched Conner's wrist, up to his blue eyes. La'Gaan tilted his head, adopted a sarcastic glint in his eye. He smoothly snatched my fingers from Superboy, into his own hand.
"La'Gaan," I said quietly, before he could say anything. Unlike Conner, he ignored me.
"Hope you've taken good care of my Angelfish." He sat up, reeling me into his arms. It didn't feel right—and it was more than the fact that he was using me as a competitive pawn. It was the gap—the past however many days he hadn't been there, while someone else had. "But I can take it from here."
Hot blush filled my cheeks. My eyes still pleaded with Conner to let it go. Just for now. He was about to walk out, I could see it in the rigid cast of his blue eyes. But Nightwing and Cassie and Robin and Gar and everyone else flooded into the med bay before he could make an exit.
I swallowed a dry, cold clump of sanitized air through my mouth. This is too much.
"LB, you're awake. I—"
'She must be so—'
"Do you know what—"
'I wonder if he—'
"When did he—"
Everything blurred—words, thoughts, sounds, images. My thoughts wouldn't join together at all.
"Megan?" Nightwing put a hand on my shoulder. "Megan, are you alright?"
I nodded, half delirious.
"Megan, do you know when—"
"Excuse me," I said, lurching up and away from La'Gaan. Striding to the door. I made it to the missions' room, before everything went blank.
A/N: Dun dun dun! Haha. Just kidding. I'm sure it's not really that dramatic. When I first wrote this story, I wasn't going to wake LB up (because honestly, who likes him? No offense, if you do) but that kind of seemed a little like a cop out, so I bit the proverbial bullet and had him rise and shine.
Again, so for the wait=/ please, let me know what you think! I'd love to hear from you.