A/N: It's a miracle. I'm updating again. In a timely manner. Three in a row! So crazy! I think it's because I'm in that crazy-sad-excited state I get into when I'm about to finish a story. But you don't care about my psych-self-diagnosis. On with the show!

I do not own Young Justice.

I woke up slowly. There's too much light in here. I winced as my eyes attempted to open. Dry sanitized air stuck in my throat. A slender tube delivered fluid to the vein in my arm, and sensors adhered to the top of my chest. I clamped my eyes shut again, willing the unnatural white light to go away.

"Angelfish," his webbed hand stroked my cheek. I breathed; relief, and disappointment, flushed through me as I opened my eyes.

"La'Gaan."

From the other corner of the room, Batman and Uncle J'onn whispered to each other.

"You alright Angelfish?" he scooped my fingers into his, his brow furrowed.

I'm not. I knew that. But for whatever reason, I didn't want to tell him that. I blinked, then nodded quickly, amplifying the dull ache in my head. "I'm alright," I coughed. "Just lost it… for a little bit."

"Lost it?" he said. "It was like you went totally insane." He smirked, shaking his head.

"Thanks," I said, forcing the corner of my mouth up as I said it because the way he said it… I don't know. It bothered me.

"You know," he said, more serious than usual. "You can tell me anything."

I could—but I couldn't. more specifically, I wasn't sure that I wanted to. I half nodded, but I really, really didn't want to talk about it. not while it was still so fresh. So I changed the subject—like I always did. "What happened," I attempted (and failed) to sit up. That widened his smirk. "What happened to you, while you weren't here?"

I slid my hands back to my lap. But he followed; his hand encased mine, locking his fingers in mine with a possessive grip.

"All I could think about was—"

He was talking but I wasn't listening. I just kept swallowing and swallowing and wishing it wasn't so dry in here. But the truth was there was so much space, so much he'd missed, while he wasn't here. Things I couldn't explain or connect to him. Questions I asked myself. And of course the recent incident that I couldn't explain—not to anyone. Except…

"Can I," there couldn't be any reversing this statement. Was this really where those questions I had to ask myself led? "Talk to you?"

Yes. It was. I had to start being honest. If there was ever going to be a wakeup call, this was it. So, I could start now.

He frowned, midsentence. "Of course Angelfish."

"Not until we speak with her," Batman and Uncle J'onn stepped forward. They waited for La'Gaan to step out. I shrank. What am I going to say to them? All of them.

"Wow. Just—wow." It was all Gar could manage to say. He would open his mouth to try to speak, just to repeat the same phrase.

It was the two of us waiting, from a distance, in the kitchen. The fridge hummed; the toaster buzzed while Gar almost burned yet another pair of strawberry Pop Tarts. I turned off the toaster before it set on fire.

"You might want to try cooking something different." I said, indifferent to the fact that toaster pastries were probably all he knew how to cook.

"Did you know?" He asked, plopping scalding rectangle on a paper plate.

"About?" I said. I knew what he was talking about—but I thought I'd give him a chance to change his mind. For both our sakes.

"About her being all…"

There wasn't really a word for it.

"You know," he shrugged. "That," he pointed in the direction of the missions room.

I paused for a second before nodding. "I knew." I said, pouring a half full glass of orange juice down the sink, watching it cycle down the drain. He frowned. "I didn't think everyone needed to know," I shrugged. It had been her business, and I still felt protective of her.

He nodded at me. "You think she'll be alright?"

I almost smiled. "She's stronger than you'd think."

He almost smiled back. "Yeah, I know." we let it get quiet again. "So… are you going to go see her?"

Of course, that was complicated. Like most things between us. La'Gaan woke up. She didn't need me there anymore. But after the time he'd been absent, I couldn't tell what was my place and what wasn't.

"You should," Gar said, before toting his half burned Pop Tarts back to his room.

I sighed, shaking my head. Gar had his own agenda. But I went, after waiting for the next morning to come around. I went early. La' Gaan wasn't a morning person.

She was still asleep, her head tilted to the side so that her bangs spread across her pale green skin. I wrapped my hand around hers, gingerly. My thumb stroked along the back of her hand.

"Conner," she murmured, her eyes half closed.

"Hey Megan," I said.

Her hand squeezed mine a little lighter. She rolled up to a sitting position, pulling her knees under her chin. It was all we said for awhile.

A/N: Another short chapter—they probably will be, from here out. There's only a couple left=( just to warn you guys.

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