A/N: I do not own Young Justice.

"So… how are you…"

She threw a look at me that I wasn't really expecting.

"I almost destroyed the cave. It kind of gave me a massive headache."

"Fair enough." I said.

A wry smile tipped the corners of her mouth up, amused but humorless. She stared at the IV, dripping fluids into her arm. She paled. Machines around her beeped, informing us every second that she was alive. Quiet enclosed us, as usual.

"Do you remember anything?" I wasn't sure what to ask, but all the silence and beeping was getting under my skin.

She shook her head. "How's Gar?" a look of disappointment covered her already distressed features.

"Hungry," I said. It was weird, being the one who had to lighten the mood. But it was true and I didn't need to watch her frown any more. "He can't cook anything without you."

She almost smiled.

I thought about getting closer to her, but with La'Gaan up and about again… something just told me that wasn't going to be an option.

"He was the one who told me to come see you." It was misleading. I hadn't thought about it as I said it, but I did it on purpose.

"He told you to?" I knew the hurt that settled on her face. I should back track, shouldn't back track… I didn't know any more. She winced as she tried to wrap her arms around herself, digging the IV needle further into her slender arm.

"Careful," I blurted out. I reached out to still her wrist, just to retract my hand while avoiding her eyes. Sometime, I was just going to have to accept that no matter how any of this worked out, I would never stop protecting her. Which was probably why she was laying in the med bay. "I was going to come. I needed a push."

She nodded; again, quiet.

"So—do you and Lagoon Boy go back to being the happy couple?"

It wasn't resentful, even though he had a right to it. I tucked my hair behind my ear, swallowed. I wasn't exactly sure what to say. His brow knitted at me.

"What makes you say that?" I said softly.

He scoffed. "Isn't that how you sell yourselves?"

"We're not selling anything." I tugged at my fingers, licked my lips, searched for time to find the words.

He gave me a look—a knowing smirk. "Alright." He said with a shrug.

"Why do you do that?" I said before I could filter it back. I forced my eyes to meet his. "If you want to say something," my voice dropped. "Then say it."

He hesitated, like he was going to avoid it. "You know how I feel about him. You know I don't think you have feelings for him." He paused. "And you know how I feel about you."

Hot pink blush rushed to my cheeks. It flustered me. I hadn't been prepared for that. "Conner," I choked out.

"But it doesn't matter, because it doesn't bother you that you're in denial or that he's a jerk, or even that—"

"Stop," I held up my hand. Tears fogged my vision. The pain from everything he was saying stung along my skin. "You'll be happy to know," I desperately gulped down the swell in my throat. "That I ended it." I said. "And that the League has put me on probation until further notice."

His face softened to a guilty shade. "Megan," he said. "I didn't—"

"Just go," I said, pulling back my hand, in spite of the way it stabbed the IV needle farther up my arm. He blinked at me. After everything we'd been through, I was surprised at how much this hurt me. "Just go."

He lingered out of the room.

When he was gone, silent and alone, I let the weight of all of it crush down on me, and I cried.

So again, I found a way to make myself the bad guy. It's something I've gotten good at. At least now, I'd gotten better at apologizing too.

They had let her go back to her room the night before. Her door was open, but I knocked on the side of the wall anyway. She glanced up from the books she was organizing into boxes.

"Conner," she said, quiet and formal. She went back to placing the books into the cardboard walls of the box in front of her.

"Megan," I said, keeping my distance in the doorway. "I—" I exhaled. "I'm sorry."

She looked up at me, then back to a pair of empty palms. "It's okay." She said softly. "You were right," she chewed her lower lip.

We breathed. My temper was no secret—especially not to her.

"I had to start being honest eventually." She said. "I told him that," her arms curled around herself. "Not that it helped at all."

I nodded. I didn't need to know. It wasn't my business. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad. That I wasn't just slightly hopeful. The sad, tired look in her eyes though, made all of it taste bitter.

"And the probation?" I asked.

Her head hung lower. "It's—it won't matter." She sighed, smoothing her hand along her forehead.

My brow creased. "What are you going to do?"

She stood, taking a single step closer to me. "I've made some choices that I shouldn't have," she bit down on her lip. "It just seems like…" she shook her head. "Things would be better, if I could just get a fresh start."

"You're leaving?" I said. "You're just going to go?"

"It worked, for Wally," she said. "I don't want to have to make any more questionable choices. There's so much I'm already sorry for."

I didn't get angry though. For the first time, I realized how much I never wanted her to go. I took her hands in mine.

"You don't have to leave."

"Conner," her eyes twined in mine. "This isn't my dream world where all of my problems get fixed in twenty-two minutes." She said it with a defeated tone that made me feel guilty. "This is me waking up."

"We could get through this, together." I smoothed the hair away from her face. She caught my palm and brought it to her sage green cheek.

"Maybe," she said.

I tilted my forehead against hers. It had been so long since I had kissed her—since I'd sincerely considered touching my lips to hers. But now, I wanted to. I missed her. I missed her so much already.

"But not here," she whispered shakily.

How could I let her go, now, again? How could she just leave? It was a choice: forgive her, or lose her, permanently, all over again.

A/N: It's drawing to a close! Major sad face! But, there's one chapter left—no, I'm not going to leave you hanging like that.

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