Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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When she first became conscious in the hospital, she had panic attack from all the strange telepathic broadcasts around her. It was terrifying. All her life, she had only known fourteen signatures. She tried to curl up, but she couldn’t move. So many part of her were wrapped in hard solid forms and what wasn’t wrapped was bound, tied, filled with tubes.
She opened her mind and screamed as loudly as she could. One of the youngest ages they’d ever seen powers manifest in a child. Normally martians didn’t come into their full telepathic abilities until they were well into their second decade. M’gann defeated the record by at least a hundred years according to her doctors.
They weren’t able to tell her that until she was well into her third week at the hospital. They had to keep her under sedation to make her stop screaming.
She found out about her other record from the internet.
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Uncle J’onn was waiting for them when they got back from their first day. He greated her by brushing minds first, kind warm feeling projected towards her and then with his low timbered voice. “How was your first day at school, M’gann?”
“Wonderful!” She said and she dove right at him for a hug. She held on to him for a couple seconds and pulled back. “I’m a Bumblebee! I made the cheerleading squad.” She nearly projected the tryouts memory at him but then stopped. She didn’t want him to think the girls were mean. They had meant well when she brushed their thoughts.
J’onn smiled at her and turned towards Superboy who was rapidly exiting the room. “Did you enjoy yourself, Superboy?”
“No.”
He turned the hallway corner without a glance behind them and M’gann couldn’t help but give his direction a worried glance. “I’m sure he’ll adjust,” she murmured.
J’onn squeezed her shoulders. “I’m certain he knows he can turn for you for help just as I am certain you know you can turn to me if staying here becomes too difficult,” or if you wish to no longer assist him in his intergration to society, he finishd psychically.
M’gann gave him a small, lopsided smile. “Don’t worry Uncle J’onn. I learned from the best.”
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One of the Healers went very still and asked her to think that a little louder.M’gann was so used to doing as she was told, that she didn’t think twice about the shame-feel of Mother cracking her face against the wall until her nose was face and blood ran down her front. M’gann had tried to stop Mother from doing it again with her good hand. Mother hadn’t liked that. She pulled M’gann by her hair into the corner and kicked her for a while. M’gann should have known better.
The Healer turned paled to a mint green and then carefully hooked one of his fingers with one of M’gann. “I-” he started, and then stopped. He pulled his thoughts into his head so small, M’gann couldn’t feel them. When he finally did speak, his voice sounded craked and strange. “You’re allowed. You are always allowed. You’re not going to go back to the corner, I promise.”
M’gaqnn didn’t believe him at all until J’onn came.
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Earth foods were delicious. M’gann tried to make Enchiladas this time, sneaking in the extra supplements Uncle J’onn gave her into the cheese. Nifty little amino acids that would help strengthen her and Superboy’s photosynthetic cells. Wally swore that it made the cheese taste a little off but she was working on a way to make it better.
Rather than call Superboy to dinner, she left the food in the oven on low so it would be just right when he came back from playing with Rolly. In the meanwhile, she turned on the small TV in the ktichen and watched Wendy the Werewolf Stalker reruns until “Hello, Megan!” came on TV.
Sure enough, even though she felt a little annoyed and frsutrated at Superboy’s tardiness (she made dinner every night at eight unless a mission happened. Is a little attention too much to ask?), it all melted away when her favorite soap came on TV.
Superboy eventually comes back in, clothes sweatsoaked but M’gann swat her hand in his direction. “Food’s in the oven. Use gloves.”
“You aren’t going to take it-”
“Shhh!” She hissed. “They haven’t done a rerun of episode four in forever.” She doesn’t take her eyes off the TV until the commercial break. She turned around to see Superboy looking confused and thoughtful while holding a sauce smeared plate.
“She looks like you. The girl in the television.” He said, and then looked away from her, hunching his shoulders. “It was a little weird.”
M’gann leaned over the sink to check her reflection. Sure enough, her freckles had still translated to a brown splatter across her nose. “Not close enough.” She mumbled, then in an attempt to change the topic she added, “How’s the food?”
“Fine,” he added. For once he didn’t seem to radiate rage. Looking, a little pleased. “Good, even.”
M’gann perked right back up. “Really?” she asked grinning. When he nodded, she pumped her fight in the air and laughed.
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The world is so depressing when even mind readers get abused. :(
I think J'onn is going to have some Uncle!BAMF moments.
PPMS
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