[FIC] Young Justice: "Acid test"
So apparently I'm into Young Justice now?! I mainlined on the whole damn thing today, with my twitterfeed's encouragement. And now there is small fic, because Aqualad is my forever and ever girl. (SINCE WHEN DO I PING ON DUDES.) but omg look at this cutie patootie, I love M'gann so much
Title: Acid test
Fandom: Young Justice (TV)
Characters: M'gann and Kaldur
Rating: G for gen.
Summary: Kaldur only wants clarification.
Right after episode three (the one where M'gann makes the lads almost crap their spandex after she squishes the robot guy with a rock and my love for her is assured forever and ever). Less than 500 words. Call it a reaction shot or something.
"You could have told us," Kaldur says. The mass of milk floating through the air to the bowl of cookie batter swerves and avoids the side of his face, and M'gann -- he will not call her Megan, just as he will not have Robin and Wally call him Kal -- turns around to look at him. "You did not have to" -- surface language fails him; he turns it into a meaningful pause. "The rock."
There is a bag of flour circling the light over their heads. He has no doubt that she is showing off her abilities, to remind him that even through a conversation, telekinesis -- if that is what her abilities truly are -- is not an effort. "You wouldn't have taken me seriously!" she chirps, after the hitch in conversation has lasted too long. The flour descends to the table. He finds comfort in having to look up for a threat, like he would in Atlantis.
"You intentionally made us nervous." M'gann looks up, and to the left, smile lighting up her face, like he's told a joke. The refrigerator door opens, and Kaldur intercepts the eggs mid-air, before they reach her. He imagines that she allowed him to, but he is possibly reading too much cunning into her.
"You wouldn't have taken me serious," she says again. Softer. "Even after my plan worked out. So when I tried to read the thing's mind and when there was nothing there I thought, hello, M'gann, why don't you show them what you're capable of, and the rock was just there." The spoon, Kaldur notices, has not stopped stirring the milk into the batter. When he lets the eggs go, they do not drop an inch. "Was that wrong?"
"No," Kaldur says. Five minutes ago, he would have said yes -- but just as he had to learn surface customs, she must learn Earth customs. He is honor-bound to help in any way he can. "Thank you," he adds, because if they're anything alike she cannot hear it enough, and they would not have survived without her today.