This is part one out of probably three or four short chapters. I think I'm the first person to actually write a whole fic about this idea, but I know that everyone has entertained it for a while now.

So this is my version of what could occur (But probably not this dramatically).

Little note: This story has a LOT of point of view changes, I wanted to get this from as many angles as possible. Now most of the time I have a break before changing POV, but there will be a few rare occurrences where I thought it worked and it wasn't nececcary to warn you. So I'm putting this as an FYI.

M'gann pursed her lips in frustration, watching her teammates gather around the living room, and withholding her mind from reading farther into the emotions swirling around the room.

They'd just returned from a rather eventful mission; though no one had suspected just how eventful it would be. They had arrived at an airport in the dead of night in order to gather Intel on a deal that was rumored to occur. But it was unclear on who the dealers were going to be, so it became all hands on deck.

Even Wally had joined, despite everyone's feeble attempts to dissuade him from coming. She'd already wished he hadn't.

Now she didn't know what to think.

M'gann could still see bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped, it hadn't changed from when she had last seen him a few months ago at the cave.

When he had punched Nightwing.

At the time it had been only a couple weeks since Artemis's death. Wally had come to the cave and said nothing as he passed his friends, ignoring everyone as he searched. Eventually the speedster came across the person he was evidently looking for, his best friend. And still without saying a word, punched him right across the jaw. M'gann had flown over to break up the fight, but there was no fight to break up. Nightwing had taken the hit with a grim face, and Wally merely stated "You know what that's for," and then left. The Martian had helped up Nightwing after the redhead left, and he had said nothing. Only rubbing his jaw and going back to work on the computer. No one said anything about the dark bruise that arose.

M'gann had tried to comfort the speedster, even flying to his apartment in Palo Alto to try and get him to talk. Wally had let her in and offered her the standard host necessities, but the state of the rooms had not gone past the Martian. Artemis had always kept their apartment in a decent state of cleanliness, but Wally had given up. She could sense that his mind was a wreck even without delving into it.

And in fact, when she had tried, the redhead had verbally lashed out at her. M'gann had merely wanted to soothe him; to relax his conscious some, maybe assist him in getting a few nights of decent sleep. But the moment Wally had felt her mind's touch, he'd yelled at her to stay out. She'd left shortly after that, understanding that nothing but time could possibly fix her friend. M'gann remembered what it was like to lose Conner, but that had only been a break up. She couldn't possibly imagine what it must be like for Wally. To have Artemis ripped from his grasp, after they had become each other's life.

Even though Wally didn't come around again until the mission, he and Artemis continued to be on everyone's mind. M'gann could easily tell by the somber emotions filtering through the cave's halls. So it was a surprise when Wally had arrived and announced that he would be joining in on the mission. M'gann had been told by Nightwing that Barry had requested that Wally not be put on duty until told otherwise. His uncle was concerned for the redhead's mental condition, not that he would voice his exact worries. But M'gann could read between the lines. Barry was worried Wally would take a mission specifically for the reason of giving his all.

But Wally had convinced Nightwing to let him join in. How? M'gann wasn't sure, but she resolved to watch the speedster a bit closer.

It wasn't until the villains showed up at the airport that M'gann thought she understood why Wally was so adamant on joining in.

Kaldur was there.

The Martian felt her blood boil at the sight of him. Her former teammate, former friend; walking calmly across the tarmac to meet Lex Luthor as the billionaire descended the steps from his private jet. And there was someone else with him. A woman M'gann had never seen before; dressed in black and dark orange.

"That's Tigress," Nightwing's voice arose in everyone's minds. "Kaldur's right hand woman, she's been hiding in the shadows before now, but she goes everywhere with him."

"Probably his girlfriend," Wondergirl added, the anger everyone was feeling was obvious in her tone.

"Then she's mine," Wally growled.

It would be justice. M'gann reasoned. And if Wally couldn't get to her, maybe she could. So far, most of M'gann's thoughts since Artemis's murder had been on revenge. Kaldur needed to pay for what he had done. The traitor. What he had taken away from all of them; because hadn't he done enough by leaving them? No, M'gann supposed he thought not.

But taking away someone from him; like he had taken Artemis from them. That would be better than revenge. Much better. Surely even Conner couldn't dispute that.

"No one move yet," Nightwing informed everyone. M'gann looked around, remembering where everyone was placed.

Nightwing had slipped around to hide behind one of the wheels of the jet. Blue Beetle was behind a wing. Cassie was at the edge of the tarmac, by a utility truck. Wally was crouched in the grass at the edge of the pavement. Bumblebee was fluttering about with Cassie. Conner was behind the baggage cart. And M'gann herself was camouflaged by the limo that had driven Kaldur and Tigress up.

Whenever Nightwing gave the signal, the team would be ready.

"There's more people in the jet," Conner said, suspicion lacing his voice.

"Remember, we're here for the transferred object," Nightwing stated.

Well. That's what he thought. M'gann knew that she and Wally had different plans. She narrowed her eyes as Luthor had Mercy bring out a hardcover suitcase from the jet. Target number one. Her fingers twitched in anticipation as it was handed over to Kaldur, her eyes refocusing on the black haired woman next to him. Target number two. She thought to herself.

Conner was not whelmed.

Everyone was on edge, even Nightwing, and he felt like he was babysitting a group of potential murderers.

Because maybe he was.

Artemis had died. Conner knew what it felt like to have a piece of your heart ripped out. He'd had it happen before. With Luthor's surprise all those years ago and with M'gann's betrayal of trust.

But neither of those things had even seemed so final, so permanent, as it felt to stand in front of one of his best friends and not be able to hear her heartbeat. Artemis had been a sister to him. They used to share their anger issues and enjoy the static channel together.

And Kaldur had killed her. It had changed everything.

The clone had still had hope for his lost friend, hope that it was a ploy, hope that he would change his mind. But he had murdered Artemis. There was no returning from that.

Conner had already been concerned for M'gann's actions, the way she had settled into casually destroying the minds of their enemies. With Artemis's death, he could see an even deeper change in the Martian. And it disturbed him.

M'gann was going to be after Kaldur, she wouldn't hesitate to attack his psyche. Conner considered it his job to stop her.

But then Wally joined in.

Wally; who lost the love of his life; his other half. Who Barry didn't want going on missions for fear of the speedster inadvertently committing suicide. Conner had to watch him too.

And then there was Nightwing. Who had made sure everyone knew that Kaldur was his to deal with.

Everyone on his old team was now either a villain, deceased, or a liability.

It was a lot to think about; to handle.

"EVERYONE; MOVE," Nightwing ordered as Luthor and Kaldur began taking steps away from each other.

The team converged, the heroes leaping, running, and flying from their hiding spots towards the villains. Kaldur and Tigress immediately took defensive stances against the oncoming attacks while Luthor put his fingers to his lips and blew a loud two fingered whistle.

And suddenly more enemies were pouring out of the jet. Just like Conner had worried about.

Black Spider, Hook, Glimmer, Icicle Jr., and Abra Kadabra.

Damn. Conner mentally cursed.

"Gamma, take on the lackeys," Nightwing commanded through the link as he lunged at Kaldur.

The freshmen did as they were told, gathering the attention of the newly appeared villains and spreading out the battlefield to make things easier. Alpha had the main targets, and Conner wished that M'gann wasn't on Alpha squad. But she was. Alpha was Nightwing, Kid Flash, Superboy, and Miss Martian.

A split second after Nightwing attacked Kaldur, Wally had launched himself at Tigress. Conner didn't have time to help either of them, however.

Luthor was ushering Mercy back into the jet, attempting to get away.

"M'gann! We need to stop the jet!" He caught the Martian's attention, his heart beating faster as he saw the way her arm had been raised in preparation for a mental attack. She turned to him and he wasted no time jumping onto a wing to rip at an engine.

M'gann flew in front of the aircraft, her arms spread wide and her eyes glowing as she mentally tore at the control panels in the cockpit. Conner glanced up for a moment to check on the rookies, smiling a bit when he saw that they seemed to be holding up decently well. The heroes working together in order to pair themselves up in the most beneficially strategic ways.

"The plane isn't going anywhere," M'gann communicated icily, flying back towards their friends.

Conner frowned in concern at what her actions were going to be as he followed, pausing briefly at the door to the jet and crunching the metal together to block the exit.

That's when he heard it.

The clone wasn't sure he'd actually heard the correct thing.

But as he continued to jump over to where Nightwing, Kaldur, Wally, and Tigress were, he heard another strange thing.

"I miss you too…" It was soft. Very soft, but his super hearing picked it up.

"How could you do that to her!" Nightwing growled, his escrima sticks locked with Kaldur's water swords.

Conner cut out the sound of Kaldur's response when his hearing picked up Wally's voice, "Come home,"

The clone stopped in his tracks when he heard Tigress speak, "Soon, Babe." His mouth fell agape, he was still a ways away, but he could hear it clearly. The inflection of the tones, the spoken softness. It was much too familiar.

And then he saw M'gann. One hand perched against her temple while the other reached out towards Tigress and Kid Flash, her eyes beginning to mesh into a glowing green state of transfixion.

And it didn't matter whether or not something strange was up with Tigress, because this was M'gann, doing something she shouldn't. So damn right Conner was angry; and damn right he was going to try and stop it. Because no one deserved what she had been doing to people. Revenge or not. That's not how justice worked in their team.

So he yelled.

He yelled and he ran.

"M'gann! NO!"

But the Martian ignored his shout, her face turning grim as she caught Kaldur's attention, her eyes, hand, and mind still fixed on Tigress, "THIS IS FOR ARTEMIS!"

Please leave a review to let me know what you think!

I'll likely be posting chapter 2 tomorrow.

Love, Veg