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Green Eyes Killer	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 14: M'GANN'S HOMECOMING
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--- M'GANN ---
Heading back, M'gann grew self-conscious about bringing Mercy Graves' body back with her (especially in the state she'd left it). She wanted to think her new friends would understand; but on the other hand she thought--why take the risk when she didn't need to? She wasn't even sure she liked the part of herself that had done that to the woman herself; she wasn't quite ready to show it to her friends, even these new friends, in such a stark way.
Instead, she diverted through the atmosphere, flying into space and increasing her speed past the speed of light; Hope, as well as Mercy's body, safe and comfortable inside a telekinetic bubble of atmosphere she'd taken with her. Mars wasn't at its closest to Earth at the moment, so it took her about three minutes to get there; Hope snuggled contentedly in her arms--like a pretty pet, she realized with a little guilt. Still, things were so close to getting so much better for her, she just had to fight her way through this, then she'd be with Artemis again, and she'd have friends, and she'd be helping Ivy with plans too. She knew now she needed to do that. To make the world better; safer. Because, maybe the one thing she didn't want to lose again as much as she didn't want to lose Artemis was her new adoptive world. She knew what it felt like to believe you were the last, and she was determined not to let that happen to her again.
She slowed down as she approached Mars's atmosphere; slowed down more as she entered it. She couldn't smell the air through the telekinetic shield she needed to maintain to protect Hope, but she could see, feel... sense... that she had come home. As it did every time she came back here, it stirred up a storm of emotions inside her. Through that storm though, with some alarm, she realized she wasn't alone here. She immediately threw up her most powerful mental shields with savage force--scrambling refracting, blurring, scattering whatever mental signature she may have inadvertently broadcast to the colony of white Martians she sensed on the planet.
"They came home." She spoke softly. It was a small colony, only a few thousand, but that was way more than enough to cause worry, even paranoia. Her people, after one final war with the Saturnians and the greens, had all fled the solar system to find a new home elsewhere in the stars. She had been the only one of her kind to remain, besides a few in Saturnian prisons, as far as she knew. That the Saturnians had allowed this was surprising. She found she was curious about them, but more fearful than curious. Luckily, they'd made their settlement thousands of miles from where she was headed. Hopefully, no one there had noticed her. She made up her mind to be very, very on her guard through this anyway though. She had no idea what her people would make of her, and she didn't want to risk finding out.
She hurried up as a thought occurred to her: What if they'd found her? What if they'd taken her? "Artemis." She spoke softly, desperation and fear growing in her by the second as she entered her old house and went down to the basement (there weren't any stairs, just a sheer drop; Martians could just drop the distance with no jarring, or float, so there where never any stairs in Martian architecture). She'd put in security, masked the power signature, but that was no guarantee--not where her people were concerned. They were hunters, all. And so, very practiced at finding what did not wish to be found.
As she walked into the room, felt the cold, and saw her though... her heart was set at ease. "My mate..." She spoke; seeing her face again, feeling herself come alive at the sight in a way that she hadn't felt since Artemis had been alive. Whenever she'd come here before, there had always been such sadness to it. Now there was hope and... and joy. Joy like she hadn't been prepared to feel. There Artemis was, her body kept in suspended animation since M'gann had brought her here. She was dead; her spirit, her soul, it wasn't here. But M'gann hadn't been able to bury her. She'd used G'yal's engineering skills to build this place, so she could at least come here to be with, to look upon, what she had left of her dead mate.
"Where are we?" Hope asked. M'gann had set her down on her feet as soon as she'd come in.
"My home." M'gann explained softly, looking over to her and meeting her eyes. "The first place I ever really felt at home." She looked away, trying to avoid the uncomfortable emotions looking at Hope triggered in her. Especially here. What she'd done; who she'd become... She looked over at Mercy's body; which she was still holding in the air with her telekinesis. Would Artemis understand things like that? What she'd done to avenge her; the person her loss had turned her into? Artemis had never been a killer. She'd always tried to believe the best in other people, while being prepared for the worst. When she'd been with her, M'gann had always been a happy, joyful person. She looked back and realized--how much she must have changed from that person? She shuddered a little, feeling the cold in the room for the first time, really.
If, after all that she'd gone through, Artemis rejected her... She couldn't even wrap her mind around that. So, she told herself it wouldn't happen, and tried to forget the thought.
"Who is she?" Hope asked, walking over to the stasis chamber.
"Artemis. My mate." M'gann told, turning away from looking at her dead mate. "Be quiet for now, alright?" She asked Hope.
"Alright." Hope agreed easily.
Artemis wasn't safe here, not with the colony of her people here. She'd planned to leave Mercy's body here, make another stasis chamber for it, then go back to Earth. But she couldn't do that now. She was in no way comfortable with taking that risk. She'd have to take Artemis back with her. She sighed. She was tired. Not so much physically; although she could use something to eat, she realized. No, it was just this weight she felt on herself now; since Artemis died, really, but now most of all, because there was so much pressure not to fail--to make the right decisions, to be safe, to hide and keep what was precious to her safe from harm. She was the strong one; the one with the power. She had to do these things. She had to make her world, her life, right again. No one else would. That was one thing she could not have helped but learn from Artemis's death.
So, she turned the atmosphere generators inside (she'd made them for Artemis who she'd come here with a few times during her life) on; set them to Earth norm so she wouldn't have to focus on that at least (besides, the atmosphere she'd brought with her was almost gone by now, and Hope would need more). Then she gathered her will and her courage and strength, and sent her power out in waves; shearing and ripping this home of hers--the one she and G'yal had shared all those years ago--from its place in this world and shooting it, with her passengers, alive and dead, into space with more relative force than a bullet from a gun. It was a strain, keeping everything steady inside her field, but she did it. Hope only felt some minor jarring. She sped them through space, even faster than she'd made the trip here, all the while doing her best to obfuscate her actions, presence, and destination from any prying minds.
As she'd broken atmosphere though, she could have sworn she'd sensed just the faintest brush against her mind... by someone like herself. So she'd thrown up walls and static and used every trick she knew and hoped it would be enough.
In minutes, she was breaking Earth atmosphere too fast and had to use more power than she might have hoped to slow down in time to not cause a shockwave that might harm the planet's atmosphere a little, as well as certainly drawing the attention of several Earth governments. She felt a little ragged as she made herself and the structure around her invisible and headed to Ivy and Silver's place. She would bury her home for now; somewhere safe. Ivy's lab was built in underground caverns. Maybe she could find a way to put it in one of those?
Exploring, she found a sheer cliffside nearby and sent her thoughts out, using her telekinesis and telepathy like sonar to map how the underground here was structured and learn if there was a way to do what she wanted to do without causing a cave-in or earthquake. She found things to be reasonably stable and found the system of underground caverns to be pretty extensive. She burrowed into the cliff and repaired it behind her so it looked nearly the same as it had. She had to go a little slower than she'd want, but she was finally able to get her home in place not far from Ivy's lab. She set the shielding to maximum so no one would be able to detect the power signature of the other-worldly technology here and then went up into the living room and sat down on a couch and closed her eyes. Hope followed her and sat next to her, leaning on her shoulders, still silent.
"It's okay to talk now, if you want." M'gann offered tiredly. She really wanted to just go to sleep now. Her head was starting to hurt. She still wasn't completely recovered from the damage she'd done herself that had caused her mind-blindness. Instead though, she let herself slip fairly deeply into being G'yal. It felt so nice; soothing. It would also help her recover her strength more quickly, to rest the part of her that was her in favor of the part of her that was G'yal's imprint on her.
"Are you okay?" Hope asked in simple concern.
"Just a little tired." M'gann sighed softly, running her hand through Hope's hair casually.
Hope responded by doing the same for M'gann; it felt good. She'd really come to like having hair very much. She shifted her appearance to Artemis's again just because she wanted to.
"You changed..." Hope observed, a little surprised.
"It's my nature, I guess." She spoke in Artemis's voice.
"You're her; your mate. Why?" Hope asked.
"Because it feels good." She explained, closing her eyes and getting a little more comfortable on the Martian style couch that felt so familiar to her. She remembered sitting here, or laying here, with G'yal, many, many times. She'd always felt so safe and happy doing that. That had been one thing about G'yal. No one had ever made her feel quite as safe, quite as much as though she truly... belonged as she'd felt just being with her, not even Artemis. Letting herself be her now gave her a similar feeling of safety and warmth.
Hope was silent now, just sitting there leaning against her contentedly. M'gann again felt a little guilty for what she was doing to this woman. Making her forget who Mercy was; making her, basically, into a pet. But she would make it up to her, she comforted herself with that thought.
She found her thoughts drifting then back to Artemis, and that thought she'd had before that she didn't want to think about but somehow couldn't shake. What if Artemis didn't like the woman she'd become since her death? What if she rejected her? With everything she had she wished for it not to be so. Oh she had all of Artemis's thoughts, memories, and feelings; and someone who didn't know any better might say--well, then, don't you already know the answer? But she knew very well that just wasn't how it worked. Knowing everything about a person--being able to almost become them even--it didn't make you able to necessarily predict their choices. Especially when the choice was about you and you had such a big stake in it. For one thing; thoughts, feelings, and memories did not a living soul make. It wasn't as though Artemis were actually alive inside her--anyone who'd been inside another living being's mind could never, ever mistake the difference between an imprint and a real, living soul. For another; separating her own desires and fears from the equation, it would just be impossible. She wanted Artemis to accept her back so much, and feared her not doing so to such a degree that objectivity wasn't just out the window, it was practically on another continent--another planet even.
Still, she couldn't help thinking about it; imagining herself talking with her, sharing minds with her again, making love... Artemis would know when they made love if M'gann tried to hide anything from her, and... the idea of doing that while making love, of hiding a part of herself away, it was deeply repellant to her. If she'd done that with G'yal, for example, G'yal would have taken... great offense--been very hurt by it. It was a Martian cultural mores of course, so Artemis might not feel the same way about it; but she would certainly know it's significance, her knowing everything about M'gann as well. And besides, she agreed with the mores. To her, it would just be, well, it was one of the worst things she could think of. She felt guilty for even considering it, actually. But it scared her.
She deliberately forced herself to stop thinking about this, and instead curiously wondered through Hope's mind, trying to distract herself. She didn't take an imprint or pry too much; she just, sort of got to know her a little better. Soothed a few places inside her unconscious that were troubling her new 'pet'.
Soon she felt rested enough, and feared she might fall asleep if she didn't get up. So she got up. "Stay up here, okay?" She asked Hope softly. "Sleep, if you want to."
"Okay." Hope agreed, yawning and snuggling up on the sofa. "So comfortable." She spoke to herself, making M'gann smile a little. It was so wrong, but she kind of liked having a pet. She just had to bring her pet's lover back to life so she could set her free, that was all.
M'gann walked into another room, G'yal's workshop, where she telekinetically arranged things in the familiar configuration she would need for this. Then she reached out with her mind to a storage room and brought the needed parts to her and mentally started to construct a second suspended animation chamber for Mercy. She figured it best to preserve her body as best she could so the Lazarus pit would have the best chance of working on her.
It only took a little while and was fairly easy to do. Having let herself become G'yal as much as she had for this, it felt so easy and... fun, actually; like that part of her that was G'yal was just so pleased and happy to be able to do this sort of thing again. She made a mental note to do this more if she could find the time.
In fact, she considered, it would also be a good idea to construct a few extra security measures for her home here; just to be on the safe side in case her people found her or, well, her current life path probably wasn't the safest one she could have chosen, just what she felt was necessary to do.
Some time later, she'd finished the second chamber, put Mercy's body away in it, and set up as much security as she could think of. She came back into the living room from the basement cold room and saw Hope had fallen asleep. She picked her up and her arms. "Hey, wake up, okay?" She spoke softly to her.
Hope's eyes came open and their eyes met, Hope looked at her trustingly and M'gann felt guilty again. "I'm awake." She smiled, snuggling into her contentedly.
"I'm going to take you to meet my friends, alright? Or, you could stay here if you want?" She offered, unsure of herself.
"Mm, I'd love to meet your friends M'gann. If you like them, I'm sure I'll like them too." Hope answered, closing her eyes.
"...I'm sure they'll like you a lot too." She guessed, feeling warmly towards the woman in her arms. She was comforting somehow, and M'gann found herself caring for her more and more; becoming even more personally invested in restoring her happiness as well as her own. She hoped they could be friends after Mercy was back and M'gann was able to give Hope her memories and feelings about her back and everything. Though, realistically, she knew, Hope would be well within her rights to hate her or not want anything to do with her, she supposed; feeling wistful bout that prospect.
She flew out of her house and out to Ivy's lab. Just being this close to Ivy, M'gann felt it again. The green. That door had been opened inside her and a part of her longed to let it in again--let Ivy in--even if it meant losing herself. She determinedly shut it out though; remembering vividly the pain it had caused her and those she cared for and knowing she had to be at her very best, for Artemis. She knew it, the green and Ivy, weren't intentionally trying to do this to her; it was just more like moth to a flame. Big and pretty and promised to make her feel warm inside. Unlike the moth though, she was confident she could adapt to this, given time, so she could interact with it safely. She just needed to go slow and learn step by step. For now though, she was staying well out of Ivy and Silver's minds; just to be safe.
She floated up through the greenhouse next and sensed someone she hadn't expected. She stopped in place. "Shelley?" She spoke softly to herself. Happiness and wonder spreading through her as she smiled. She could sense her, but she was... different. She shied away from her mind though, sensing the green's newly intense connection to her.
"Who's that?" Hope asked.
"Someone I thought was dead..." She explained, hurrying out onto the lawn and over to her friends, setting Hope down and going over, getting on her knees to hug Shelley. "I'm so happy you're alive." She told, feeling her emotions welling up inside her as Shelley hugged her back. "I'm so sorry, Shelley." She offered, backing away a little and looking into her eyes, holding her shoulders. "I didn't mean..."
"It's okay." Shelley replied softly. "I know you didn't mean what happened."
M'gann looked away over to Nina and immediately reversed the damage she'd done and woke her up. "There; now it's all better." She offered as she sat back and watched Shelley watch Nina's eyes open.
"What happened?" Nina asked.
Shelley almost tackled her, kissing her and pinning her to the ground.
Lina laughed and so did M'gann; the happiness she felt and sensed was a real balm for her. She stood up and Ivy, Silver, and Talia came over to her. "We heard on the news." Silver spoke first.
"He's really dead this time; you're sure?" Ivy asked.
"Burned to ash; don't worry. And I got my telepathy back, obviously. We can move on to your father now." She looked to Talia and smiled. "Then I can get Artemis back, you'll be free and safe, and everything will be so much better." She promised. "...This is Hope by the way." She introduced Hope who'd walked over to be close to her; M'gann sensed it was because she was feeling insure and wanted to be close to her again.
"Hi M'gann's friends." Hope offered softly.
"Hi." Ivy replied, looking her over curiously.
"Hi Hope." Silver echoed.
"You took over her mind, didn't you?" Talia observed.
"It was for the best." M'gann explained, a little insure; not wanting Talia to have a bad opinion of her.
"I'm sure it was." Ivy offered.
"How is Shelley alive?" M'gann asked. "You did something, didn't you?" M'gann asked Ivy, still a little amazed by that.
"Me and Silver." Ivy corrected.
"She was still alive." Silver put in.
"You actually did turn her into a plant." Lina added, coming over to them.
"She just needed encouragement to, um, grow into her... new self." Silver explained.
"How did you get your telepathy back?" Talia asked.
M'gann went on to explain. There was a lot of conversation in the back yard that afternoon. M'gann told them everything that had happened at Luthor's mansion, except for omitting how violently she'd killed Mercy, and telling them about having moved her home to the caves, and about how her people had returned to Mars. M'gann told Shelley how pretty she thought she looked now and again how relieved and happy she was that she was still alive. Later in the evening, she and Talia talked alone for a while, and M'gann was pleased to find her friend still thought of her in high regard. She ended up confessing to her what had really happened with Mercy and Talia understood and still accepted her (though she could tell Talia was a little concerned after her, which was understandable... and really, also appreciated). They talked about Talia's father too, and what their next steps were. They would begin things tomorrow; tonight, M'gann needed sleep.
She ended up taking Hope back to her house with her and curling up with her in bed and falling right to sleep; the protective instinct she seemed to have developed towards her new 'pet' a comforting feeling somehow. It felt nice to have someone to protect again; even if that someone wasn't yet Artemis again.
--- CATALINA ---
Lina's heart had leapt with delight and relief to see M'gann return, though jealousy had followed almost immediately when she'd seen the unknown woman in her arms. M'gann hadn't met her eyes or seemed to notice her either. She'd gone right to Shelley; which was very understandable--it was amazing and wonderful that she was still alive, and she had such warm feelings towards Ivy and Silver for bringing her back as they had. Next, she'd healed the damage to Nina's mind, having gotten her telepathy back somehow. Lina had had felt so relieved at that too, and happy all three of her recent lovers were now alright. She'd hugged her and Nina had kissed her after Shelley had been done with her. The sight of Shelley almost tackling Nina to the ground like that in joy had made Lina laugh and lifted a weight from her she hadn't quite realized she'd been carrying. Her and M'gann's eyes had met once then, just for a moment, and Lina had felt her heart speed up at that, and when M'gann had looked away and gotten up to talk with Ivy and the others, her heart had filled with just longing. It was almost painful how much she wanted M'gann to love her back the way she loved her. She realized, now that M'gann had her telepathy back, she could just ask her to try to take away that feeling and M'gann would try to--though Lina knew taking away love wasn't so easy as that; perhaps redirecting it...? But Lina didn't want that at all. Pain was better than losing that pain, if it was this sort of pain.
She'd gotten up and gone over to talk with them, just to be close to M'gann more than anything honestly. She'd learned who Hope was and why M'gann had her with her and again, Lina felt jealous of even that connection that Hope had with her.
She and Ivy's eyes had met for a while too, and Lina had to admit, she was in love with Ivy too--if not as strongly as with M'gann--but Ivy also turned her gaze away, uncertainty and confusion apparent in her manner. She'd looked to Silver then, whose eyes had been warm and welcoming, and a little flirty, which did make Lina feel better. She excused herself from the conversation then and went over to Shelley and Nina who where sitting on the ground and talking with Lilhy and Ricky.
She sat down with them. "Lina..." Ricky spoke to her.
Shelley and Nina both hugged her.
"Hi Ricky." She answered him a little oddly, looking at him and wondering how she felt about him. He was basically Silver's now; under her sway totally as far as she could tell. Which meant she could just tell him to go with her and Ricky would; she could take him to a room and make love with him again. She tried to remember her feelings for him... To decide if she still had those feelings for him somewhere inside her.
Lilhy excused herself and went over to look after Tim, who'd been looking off into the sky, sitting by himself.
"Lina, we were wondering..." Nina asked.
"Yes?" Lina replied.
"Would you come to bed with us tonight... I know things have changed." Nina qualified. "I know you're not Ivy's anymore--nether are we, apparently--but we both still feel like we belong here with her, with you."
"We'd... or I'd like to get to know you, Lina. For real this time." Shelley smiled softly to her. "Nina apparently already knows plenty about both of us; I guess you know both of us very well too... Though somehow, I'm left out of that." Referring to her having all of her, Nina, and M'gann's memories, feelings, and emotions from what happened with M'gann. Artemis's too, actually, and some of G'yal's. Nina apparently had the same, like M'gann had thought, and had just been overwhelmed by them, causing her mind to shut down.
Lina found herself smiling back, feeling warm inside. "I'd love that." She answered, feeling happy inside. She met Ricky's eyes and then looked away, into Nina's, then into Shelley's. And she had to admit, she'd been spoiled for men--somehow, it had just happened--she only wanted to be with women now. And if she couldn't have M'gann, or Ivy, or Silver, she felt very lucky to have Nina and Shelley back. She knew everything about both of them, and she found, she loved them too...
All these feelings of love... It almost made her dizzy, actually.
Maybe... maybe she could make it work with them? Maybe they'd help her get over M'gann and Ivy some at least. If she actually needed too. She still held out some small flickering hope about M'gann that seemingly just refused to go away; and Ivy and Silver were a clear possibility, if Ivy decided she wanted that at some point. But until either of those things happened (if they did), at least she wouldn't be alone at night thinking about women she loved but couldn't have--and that meant a lot to her right then. She felt so much like she just wanted to... connect with someone. It almost didn't matter that much to her who, by this point; she just felt like she needed it... badly...
She still shivered a little to think about her memories of what had happened with her, M'gann, Nina, and Shelley. Despite how badly it had turned out--that level of intimacy; she'd never experienced anything like it before, and she craved feeling like that again. The good parts, at least.
So much of her--she hadn't told anyone this, but she'd been making herself become more and more of the imprint she had of M'gann. Her memories, her feelings; she had been making them more and more a part of herself. Because she knew everything M'gann knew, she knew how to do that. It wasn't as easy as it would have been, had she actually been a Martian--it took more time and more care--but she could do it. She was doing it.
It made her feel closer to the woman she was so hopelessly in love with. Like that... If she couldn't have her the way she wanted her, at least she could have a part of her by... by becoming her... To a degree at least. She didn't want to let go of her old self completely by any means, but... she could give up (or, more accurately, set aside) parts of herself for this, at least...
She'd thought of making herself more like Artemis, to make herself more appealing to M'gann perhaps, but... she didn't want to do that. She knew M'gann wouldn't like it for one thing, and it wouldn't be being true to her own heart for another. For now, this was her truth. This was who she wanted to be. If she tricked or manipulated M'gann into loving her, she wouldn't be able to live with it. And of course, she knew just how M'gann felt about Artemis... wouldn't mind sharing M'gann with her, certainly... If that were an option; which it very likely wasn't.
How messed up was it that she was in love with so many women at once? It wouldn't be messed up at all, she thought, if they all were in love with her back.
That's when she realized it. And it was very a very ironic moment for her. Before all this had happened, she'd had very set ideas about couples. She never would have shared Derick with anyone. She'd thought Talia was a bitch for cheating on Bruce with Lilhy. But now; now she kind of hated the idea of couples. As completely wrong as her old self might have thought it, she kind of wanted to have an orgy or something. Free love and all that.
Funny, she thought; who knew having sex with a Martian and two other women would turn her into a hippy?
Of course, she knew she actually didn't want that. Or, if she did, she knew she would never get it at least. She just knew how she felt. She craved being loved, feeling love; the kind of love she remembered between M'gann and Artemis. She'd never had it; not with Derick, not with anyone. She'd never let herself open up that much; never even knew that love like that existed. She'd just wanted... comfort, safety, pleasure, a family... She'd wanted love too; but it had been a childish sort of love. Like the difference between a swimming pool in your back yard that you've seen every day and seeing the ocean for the first time. Now she'd seen the ocean. She knew this kind of love. She remembered having it, even though she knew she never had. It was like this hole inside her that just wouldn't stop hurting. She wanted someone to fill it. She wanted someone to be in love with that way.
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