Somebody That I Used To Know

M'gann and Connor

This chapter was inspired by an awesome Youtube video by KjavonD, titled "Conner and M'gann-Somebody That I Used to Know" I suggest checking it out. I thought this song was highly appropriate for their current relationship. Obviously this will take place before even "Depths" happened… no comment referring back to "Darkest" at the moment…

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Connor walked back into the cave through the cave entrance with Wolf alongside him. He had taken the large animal out for a run on the refreshing quiet night. The same could be said for the nearly empty cave. Wolf settled down for a rest while Connor headed for the kitchen for a drink. He stopped when he saw who was already in there. M'gann too froze in her spot. The two's eyes locked for a brief moment. Silence passed between them until she headed out and down the hall. Connor watched after her and sighed before going back to his task.

Connor always remembered what it used to be like between them. M'gann would try to be there for him and he constantly did the same. Things went very well for both together that first year through everything that happened.

Connor filled the water bowl and placed it in front of Wolf who lapped it up greedily. He patted the animal's head before going to the fridge. As he opened the doors, his eyes grazed over the various cold contents.

M'gann happily danced around the kitchen with the recipe book floating along by her, calling out the ingredients. Connor pulled out the eggs and butter and placed them on the counter for her. She smiled in thanks before grabbing other things from the pantry…

Connor blinked and grabbed the water jug out with a frown on his face as he poured him a large glass. Now he remembered why he didn't like to be in the kitchen much anymore. It always reminded him of M'gann. He sat down on the couch, taking a sip. He stared at the blank television, not even bothering to turn it on. He reminisced on his thoughts instead.

It was after their first year that Connor noticed a change begin in M'gann. He didn't really think much about it since everyone tends to change as they get older. Not until a little over a year ago did he see how deep she was diving in a goon's mind, leaving the victim a bit delirious. He was slightly uncomfortable with it, but they retrieved what they needed. A short time later, La'gann joined the team and openly showed interest in the Martian. He backed off for a while at the Kryptonian clone's glares. Then, there was that one mission to Quebec that only the two of them went on.

Capturing a man under their target, Connor watched in horror as the guy looked like he was having a seizure as M'gann searched his mind.

"M'gann, stop." He ordered and put a firm hand on her shoulder. She whipped her head around, her eyes still glowing as she glared at him. The man fell over and passed out.

"M'gann you went too far. You were damaging his mind."

She shrugged his touch away icily. "I got what I needed. Doesn't matter anyway. He got what was coming to him." M'gann walked away and boarded the bioship.

On the ride back, silence thickened the whole atmosphere for a long time until Connor decided to voice his concerns. "M'gann you can't keep doing that to people."

"Connor, it's the quickest and most efficient way to get information from the bad guys!" She replied, exasperated.

"But it's not right!" He shot back. "It's changing you."

She turned around and gave him a deepest glare. "You don't need to hover over me all the time, telling me what to do. Maybe it would be best to break it off for a while."

Connor shook his head. She was not getting it. "You need to stop it."

The next thing he knew, Connor had a brief blackout and couldn't remember for a while what happened during that mission until his mind healed and brought back bits and pieces of his lost memory. M'gann had moved on by then and was with La'gann.

They had hardly spoken a word to each other since except when on missions. He knew she avoided him and it hurt even though it had been close to a year ago. He felt so distant from her, wondering why she had to go that low in measures and continues to drop. Connor still longed to help her break that habit and missed the old M'gann who was happy and never wanted to harm anyone.

M'gann lounged on her bed and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to push every thought of Connor away. He was too controlling. She was better off without him. She stared at the blank white ceiling above her. M'gann hated that Connor made her feel so guilty. She narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips.

"It is not my fault." She thought to herself.

They both changed so they were becoming distant anyway. She knew she couldn't keep going with the "Hello Megan" routine that excited her when she first came to Earth. She wanted that perfect witty life until she realized that real life could never be that simple. Like she experienced on Mars. M'gann longed to be completely different than that Megan she once admired. It was not her fault for wanting space and to live her own life.

With the advance she discovered in her telepathy, things couldn't have been easier getting vital information. Gone was the timid girl who was afraid of using her telepathy when she came to Earth. It became a waste of time to respect all minds with privacy. She usually didn't read any of her team's, the Leagues, or others of good people. Just the bad guys and only to get what she needed. She didn't care anymore the effects of going deep and pulling out did. She felt like she was doing the right thing leaving the low life like that so they wouldn't harm anyone again. She just didn't understand why Connor couldn't see her reasoning. M'gann was better off without him anyway.

She was done trying to impress him as he only seemed to accuse her lately. As she tried to convince herself that, M'gann couldn't help missing the way things used to be between them.

So... What do you think?