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Mount Justice4:16 am – June 16, 2015
She waited until he was asleep.
It was always easier when they were asleep. When the conscious mind was at rest and the subconscious took over. His mind knew her, she had touched him intimately like this many times over the years, she was welcomed inside readily, his subconscious putting up no resistance to speak of. It did not take her long to find what she was looking for; recent memories were almost always near the forefront of a person's mind –even while dreaming.
She found their most recent argument, and the one before that, and the one before that, a cherished bout of make-up sex –that would have to go too, it wouldn't do for him to remember making-up without remembering the fight that had prompted it, another fight after that… Little by little she worked to eradicate all evidence of the source of animosity in their relationship. She had to work quickly; thanks to his kryptonian blood he only slept a few hours each night, her window of opportunity was small.
Then she got to the underlying reason for the turbulence in their relationship.
It was buried deeper than she felt it should have been. That gave her a moment's pause. It wasn't just a point of moral disagreement between. To him it was more than that. To tear through a person's mind… whether they be enemy or friend… or lover… To him it was more than just morally uncouth, it was a personal issue. It reminded him of his early life –of Cadmus.
She froze.
Pausing there in his mind to ponder her next move carefully. To remove the reason for their arguments would also require her to remove certain details from his past –from his very origin. It would be complicated and difficult. But she could do it. She was sure she could! It would just take longer than she had anticipated. She reached deeper. Deeper than she had planned to go. Her mind spread tendril like feelers through the core of his psyche, seeking out the small details she was looking for, separating them from the rest, isolating the fragments that needed to go and-
Her mind was pulled sharply and suddenly back into her physical body when it registered a strong hand closing around her wrist more tightly than was usual. M'gann blinked down at two crystal-blue eyes that seemed almost to glow in the dim light of her bedroom –she had always loved that unearthly shade of sapphire. He stared up at her, the oddest expression of disbelieving confusion and betrayal contorting his usually handsome features.
"What are you doing!" Demanded the Superboy.
M'gann laied on top of him, unmoving. Her legs straddling his thighs, one elbow propped on the mattress, the other hand suspended over his forehead where he held it in an almost vice-like grip. "Conner, I-"
"No!" He cut her off before any explanation could be given. The Superboy pushed her off himself and rolled out of bed, bending down to retrieve his boxers from the floor; he slipped them over his narrow hips before continuing. "I don't want an excuse, I want an explanation! Why would… How could you!"
"I just wanted things to go back to the way they were." M'gann pleaded with him from the bed. She watched him rove over her bedroom floor in search of T-shirt and pants. "I don't like it when we fight. I thought… I thought, maybe if you didn't have a reason to be mad at me…"
He paused in his clothing search to stare back at her. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Conner, please, I only did what I did because I love you so much!" She insisted.
"Do you even hear yourself?" He asked in near disbelief. Instead of waiting for an answer, Conner turned his attention back to his post-coitus clothing search. There was his shirt –by the door. His pants… his pants were still out of sight somewhere… The Superboy pulled the black fitted tee over his head. "I just… My god, M'gann! Do you understand what a violation this is?"
"But you wouldn't even have been aware of it if I had finished." She tried to defend. "It would be like it never happened. You wouldn't remember a thing."
Forget the pants, Conner decided. They weren't worth it. He just wanted to get out of this room and away from her for a while. He needed to think. This was… He never would have imagined she would ever, no, could ever do something like this to him. She, whom professed to love him… she, who knew his past history with Cadmus… she, who understood his reservations about telepathy and psychic powers better than anyone… He whom had been most fearful and hesitant of her and her powers… He whom had placed his trust in her, because he loved her… How could she do this to him!
And then… another question struck him. A much more horrifying question. M'gann said that if he hadn't woken up and she had been able to finish the job, he would have no memory of it. It would be like it had never happened. A lump rose in the Superboy's throat as a cold stone of dread sank into his stomach and he asked a question he feared the answer to…
"Was this… was this the only time, or have you ever done this to me before?"