
His words knotted in her chest and jabbed into her heart. He sounded like— like he— knew. Was that just coincidence? Did he already know what she was?
How could he know that and still be here?
No, he couldn’t know, not if he was at the door with cookies and acting all charming and sweet like always and wanting to be with her…
Maybe he thought she just looked like bald M’gann, from when she “revealed” herself in Qurac. If he only knew how far from the truth that load of lies was—
Crap, he was at the door. The knocks reverberated and sent the hysterical butterflies in her proverbial human stomach fluttering. What else could she do? Tell him no? He would probably respect her wishes, but how long could this facade go on?
Just like ripping off a bandage. Get it over with quick and before you can think to regret it.
Okay, come in. If you promise…
I promise, M’gann.
Conner waited for the door to slide open and stepped inside. He didn’t look up from the plate as he made his way over to the bed and placed the plate on the mattress and the cup on the bedside table. He sighed and stretched, back all tight from stressing over the cookies and M’gann’s curent mood. Finally, he looked up at her and smiled.
“I think I got all the egg shells out. Sorry if there’s a little more crunch than they should.” Conner gestured to the plate and picked up a single cookie before looking back at her and raising it as much as he could to her mouth. “Give them a try. It’s your recipe too.”
There was a myriad of things he could say about her “real” form but none of them were what she thought. Sure it was Martian, which meant that she looked like something out of a human sci-fi movie but that didn’t make her any less beautiful. He remembered that she had said bodies were like clothes for the mind or something along those lines. Well, if that’s the case, he fell in love with her mind and most of all her kindness.
As usual, Conner reached out with his free hand and held hers tightly.
Conner, I—
M’gann couldn’t believe it. He looked her in the eye— looked her in the white-martian face— and just handed her a cookie. No running, no shunning, no horror or disgust or any one of the millions of horrible scenarios she had imagined over and over again since she joined the team. He knew. He knew and he didn’t care— and hope and optimism peeked through in golden splinters as she considered the possibility that Conner (and the team) might actually be okay with a white Martian M’gann.
Facial expressions weren’t easy to read on Martians, but she couldn’t help the way he made her glow when he took her hand. She squeezed his back with her large, white fingers.
You know about me? About my white martian form?
Maybe it was foolish to let her naivete show, but she had to ask him these questions and hear the answer from his own mouth.
You don’t care?
Casually ignore that this is like months late BUT yay supermartian <3
(AHH this is perfect and you’re perfect and ILU <3)
Scared? Why would I be scared, M’gann? We’ve fought weirder things than whatever “girly stuff” you said you were doing in there. He squatted down in front of the oven as he opened the door and picked the pans out with oven mitts, setting them down on the pot pads on the counter so he could scrape them off and serve them on a platter.
Once he had a small plateful filled along with a glass of milk (cookies always go with milk after all) Conner briskly walked down the hallway as fast he could without dropping cookies or spilling milk. With his elbow he knocked on the door again, his demeanor light in comparison to M’gann’s somber tone. M’gann I don’t care about your appearance… I know you do but… I told you already. You don’t have to wear a mask for me. I love you for who you are and whatever form you choose to be in. It’s your comfort first since that’s your skin you’re living in, right? Just… is it okay for me to come in? I promise I won’t be scared.
His words knotted in her chest and jabbed into her heart. He sounded like— like he— knew. Was that just coincidence? Did he already know what she was?
How could he know that and still be here?
No, he couldn’t know, not if he was at the door with cookies and acting all charming and sweet like always and wanting to be with her…
Maybe he thought she just looked like bald M’gann, from when she “revealed” herself in Qurac. If he only knew how far from the truth that load of lies was—
Crap, he was at the door. The knocks reverberated and sent the hysterical butterflies in her proverbial human stomach fluttering. What else could she do? Tell him no? He would probably respect her wishes, but how long could this facade go on?
Just like ripping off a bandage. Get it over with quick and before you can think to regret it.
Okay, come in. If you promise…
(Source: msmartian)
to honor the fandom these asks were compiled
- B01: Favorite episode title and why?
- B02: Favorite family? (bat,flash,arrow,manta…etc)
- B03: Character death your most upset about?
- B04: If you follow the comics — favorite issue?
- B05: S3 headcannons
- B06: Favorite Villain S1/S2?
- B07: Favorite Location?
- B08: Character you would have wanted introduced?
- B09: Minor character favorites S1/S2?
- B10: Most heartbreaking moment?
- B11: Most trolling moment?
- B12: Favorite spoiler you learned?
- B13: Funniest quote S1/S2?
- B14: Im-going-to-cry quote S1/S2?
- B15: Favorite quote S1/S2?
- B16: Favorite Team up?
- B17: If you have YJ icon, why that one?
- B18: Favorite Power/Ability?
- B19: Wow-i-did-not-see-that-coming moment?
- B20: Favorite Protege/Mentor relationship?
- B21: Favorite cameo?
- B22: Favorite scene background music?
- B23: Favorite actor behind a character voice?
- B24: Most badass battle move?
- B25: When did your yj story begin?
(Source: findingxace)