A/N: Soooo, my birthday is on Friday, February 8. And like...*shuffles awkwardly* I think somebody writing a fic for me would be great. Nothing too long or anything, I just want something written about my favorite couple in honor of my fifteenth birthday, ya know? Besides, I could read it and disect it and learn from more experienced writers. Please? Anywho, this chapter is where some shit starts going down...All leading up to the pure "holy shit"-ness that is in the next chapter. Be prepared, my loves.

Oh, and for "jessica499499"'s review for the second chapter...Your first sentence made me happy. The stuff you wrote in paranthesis, oh my gawd. Please, write me a story like that. I don't think it's been done for this shipping yet and it would be the best birthday present ever. Seriously. You are a freaking genius.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

"I can't." She shook her head, turning on heel to walk away. "Not again, I can't do this."

"M'gaan, please. Your uncle isn't here and you're the only person we trust to do this. Look, I know that the thing with Kaldur was difficult but..." Dick placed his hand on her shoulder to stop her from leaving. "You've seen him. We can't just stand by and watch him betray his race."

Miss Martian glared hard at the floor, the gears in her head turning. She couldn't do it. She would just make everything worse than it already was. She would break him the way she broke Aqualad and it would ruin everything. And this...situation was completely different from with Kaldur's. At least with him she knew what she had to do. She went into his mind knowing that she had to repair what she broke. But with Jaime, she had no clue. Who was to say that she could do anything to help anyways? She would probably have no effect on what the Scarab was doing to Jaime. She shook her head again, this time faster, and shoved Nightwing's arm away.

"No."

"And if it was Gar?"

She halted her stomping towards the zeta-tube, her eyes wide and her breath caught in her throat. Everyone in the room was watching intently now, Beast Boy too since the mention of his name, and the numerous pairs of eyes on the arguing duo filled the temporary base with tension. He didn't really just play that card, did he? Was he really that desperate? Hot, flaming anger boiled inside the White Martian as she slowly pivoted to face the masked vigalante in his covered eyes.

"That is completely different."

"No, it isn't." He replied as he crossed his arms. "Him and Jaime are both young and-"

She stepped foward, almost ramming into Nightwing with how close she got. "But Garfield doesn't have a homicidal bug attached to his spine!"

"I don't see why this is such a problem-"

"What if I go in there and I can't come back out?" M'gaan pressed her small hands against her old teammate's chest and pushed him, though he barely moved. "What if I get stuck? What if I screw him up even more? I can't control my powers, Nightwing! I just might make it worse! I might not even help, anyways. We have no idea what's going on!"

"That's alot of what if's-"

She shoved him again, this time harder. He stumbled back a bit, but stood his ground. "What is wrong with you? I'm scared to do it and you're still trying to pressure me?"

"He's scared too! Terrified and tortured-!"

"I can't!" She went to push him again, but his huge, calloused hands wrapped around her thin wrists and held them in place.

"Don't. Interrupt. Me. Again." He threw her hands to her sides. "You are being selfish by not helping him, M'gaan. We're heroes. It's our job to help those who need it."

"Why are you so focused on helping him right now, anyways?" Miss Martian rubbed where her old friend had grabbed her, surprised that he had actually managed to hurt her. "Shouldn't you be so busy stopping the invasion to pay attention to the rest of us?"

Not this bullshit again...Dick glared at the Martian's freckled face. She was purposely avoiding his gaze now, the anger that was in her just moments before seemed to have dissappeared, and now she was that shy, awkward girl that had joined the Team years ago. That girl would have done everything in her power to help Blue Beetle. This girl...she was different. Colder. Secretive. Dick didn't like it, but he couldn't exactly blame her. Everyone from the original six had undergone changes, some way more than others. But they all had one trait that had been there since the very beginning. All of them, every single one of his 'friends', were sure that Dick Grayson would become a cold, heartless creature known as the Batman. That trait had ruined his relationship with Zatanna, lost him a brother, made Aqualad go to Black Manta, broke Connor's trust in him, made M'gaan angry at him, distanced Artemis, and murdered the bond with his best friend.

What the green girl infront of him didn't understand was that he noticed how close he had become to being like his 'father'. He didn't want that. To be the Batman. Yes, he was extremely busy trying to stop the apocolypse, but he did take the time to stop and do something else. Do something that kept him sane and human. It just so happened that one of his favorite things to do that kept him sane was watching how Bart Allen and Jaime Reyes interracted. Not stalking, merely observing.

They were obviously best friends and were practically attached at the hip. There were many times when Dick would notice that one of them would get up to quickly go do something, and the other would unconsciously follow, hovering around their best friend until they were done, and then return to what they were doing. It was intresting. They would laugh hard at something the other said, maybe an inside joke, and they would hang on to eachother until they caught their breaths. They would cuddle, He's just keeping me warm!, on frosty nights and Bart would make hot chocolate like Iris taught him. When Jaime would do his homework in the base, Bart would actually sit still and wait patiently until the Latino was finished. Everywhere Jaime went, Bart would follow like a lost puppy. Anywhere Bart went, Jaime would be clearing the way for him to go through.

Dick was going to fight hard to make sure Jaime was okay, just so he could go back to being Bart's other half. Because if it had been his best friend in that situation, he would have wanted somebody to do the same.

"We need him on our side if we want to win this war." He stated. "And I'll be damned if we lose him because you are too afraid to cooperate."

Liar.

Are you-?!

In your head? Yes.

Nightwing stared at M'gaan with wide, fearful eyes. She had heard everything.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes, but anyone could see that it wasn't geniune. "I'll do it."

A/N: I did not mean for M'gaan to be a bitch at the beginning, but I was trying to show how much the whole thing with Aqualad scared her. The next chapter though...Holy crap. As I was writing it I was just...I don't know, afraid of how evil I was being? Seriously, shit gets real. Soooooo, leave a review! I really need feedback to keep me going and being 'praised' kinda makes my day. Again, please please please leave a review and tell me what you think!