Disclaimer:I do not own Young Justice, but I do own the plot for this fanfiction.

A/N: Two chapters in a day! Yay! :3 do you guys like the length of these chapters or would you prefer them longer or shorter? Would be nice to know :) I still need help for Ms Martian's emoji thing though help pls aaaah

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It's a sort of magic. It has to be. The music room definitely was not this big at first. Is this one of those things where you were moving, but the room would remain the same no matter which door you opened or where you went? I'd tire out and get squashed before I could find out the answer.

Can I destroy the shelves? Maybe if I used my telepathy... Before I can try, there's a sharp tug at my neck. A choked scream escapes my lips as I fall backwards. My cape is pinned onto the floor as the shelf falls. My neck hurts. Now I'm as good as dead. I try to remove my cape or get myself free, rip off the part that was trapped under the shelf, whatever, but to no avail. I'm stuck. I'm going to die. Alone.

Where was Connor? Maybe he really was killed by some spirits... I shouldn't have been so stupid. Now I'm going to die. I should have flown when I had the chance. I close my eyes as the shelf falls, and brace myself for death. But nothing happens. I open my eyes as a strong blast of wind sends my hair flying back, and bits of wood fly past.

I smile. Connor's okay. He saved me. "M'gann, are you okay?" He asks. I nod. Connor removes my cape for me, and I stand up. Suddenly, the room turns back to normal, with all the shelves still intact, except for the one Connor destroyed, the pieces wood still scattered all over the floor.

I turn to the figure standing near the piano earlier. Is that the reason behind this? Without warning, the figure grows in size. It's so huge, it takes up half of the room. "What is that?" Connor asks. "The thing that tried to kill me. I think you made it mad," I mutter

Without saying another word, Connor attacks the figure. It's changed shape from a dark, shapeless blob to a huge thing with sharp teeth and claws. "Connor! You don't know what you're fighting against! Stop! We have to run!" It could hurt him. Curse him. Kill him. We need to get out immediately.

"No! It almost killed you!" He yells stubbornly. The creature deflects Connor's attacks easily, and with one blow, sends him flying back into the wall next to the door. I run over, dodging the swiping of the creature's claws. "Connor! I told you it was dangerous! We have to go now!" "Shut up! I...I don't want to disappoint anyone anymore! Just let me do this!"

I'm lost for words. I don't understand. What does he mean? He never disappointed anyone. Connor takes the opportunity to jump in again. I shake my head. I can figure his problem out later. I should help Connor.

Can I use telepathy on this? Since it's a spirit it has to have had a soul once. Maybe I can communicate with it and get it to stop. I try my best to concentrate. "M'gann! Watch out!" Connor slams into the wall again. I turn my head towards the creature only to see a giant claw hurling towards me.

The side of my face stings. I place my fingers to my cheek and realise there's blood on it. Yep. We need to go, now. I grab Connor's arm and drag him out of the room, slamming the door and holding it. The creature tries to break through, but soon enough the loud thumps stop and I let go of the door.

I walk towards the end of the corridor, and realise there's a stairway leading downstairs. Oh good, maybe we may be able to find a way out of this place. I turn around, expecting to see Connor, but he's all the way back at the door of the music room. "Connor?"

He walks forward, but pauses, fists clenched. "Connor? Are you okay?" I ask, concerned. What's bothering him? I'm tempted to peer into his mind to see what's got him so troubled, but decide against it. He'd only hate me more for it. We never exactly got along, although we liked each other. I have no idea what he was thinking when he asked me out on that one night after a mission. His body starts to tremble. Shocked, I run forward. Only to see...

He's crying.

"Connor? Why are you crying?" I ask. Was what troubled him so great that he's reduced to tears? The only thing that ran through my mind is, wow. I've never seen him like this before. "I... I'm sorry..." He mumbles between sobs. I stare at him, confused. What's he sorry for?

"Connor, I'm sorry but I'm a little lost here. Mind telling me what's bothering you and why you're feeling sorry?" Connor calms down a little, sniffing. He's like a little boy, it's somewhat cute to watch. This side of him. Okay M'gann, what are you thinking. Now is not the time to be fawning over how cute your boyfriend is.

"As Superman's clone... I have a lot to live up to. I mean, superman is one of the most powerful of the Justice League and I don't even have half his powers. I just look like him. People have great expectations of me, yet I can't fulfill them. Superman doesn't trust me. I mean, he trusts for me and cares for me a lot more, but I still sense hesitation. What's even worse is that on that day, when the whole mess started, when the bomb went off, I could not do anything to help anyone. I had no idea the kidnappings were going on. I was an idiot. I should have known. I should have noticed my friends and even my girlfriend were being replaced. How could I have been so stupid and blind? And in the end, I may be strong, but the thing that kills me and makes me the most useless and weak member of the team is one stupid piece of rock. Isn't it stupid? I just... I disappoint everyone by being so useless and I even upset you with my impulsive acts and I even got you hurt. How can you stand me?"

As I hear him pour his heart out, I start to understand. I feel so guilty. He'd been having all those troubles, and I never knew. I was a horrible teammate, and girlfriend.

I smile and grab his hand. "Don't beat yourself up over this. It wasn't your fault that all that happened. It's all in the past, besides, everyone has weaknesses. Even Superman has the same weakness as you. Batman would be helpless without his utility belt and without his weapons and batmobile. (A/N: When I typed it, it autocorrected to Bat Ovule... *dies*) every superhero has a weakness. That's why we have a team. To support each other despite our own weaknesses. We grow together as a team and in the journey, we overcome challenges together and support and protect each other."

He looks down. "I didn't really do a good job of protecting you. Or the team when they were in trouble." I roll my eyes. "Don't be silly, there are plenty other chances. You've done lots already. You don't need to set a bar for yourself. You may be a clone, but you are not superman. You are Connor Kent. Don't ever forget that. You may be impulsive, hotheaded and stubborn but that's what makes you you. No one is perfect. Having weaknesses and personality flaws are natural. So cheer up Connor Kent," I grin.

Connor looks at me. And laughs.
"Hey! What's so funny?" I ask.
"It's just.." He snorts "that was so cheesy. It was motivational and all but.. Wow. Just, wow.."
"Well what did you want me to do?" I frown.
"I don't know," he continues laughing.

"Yeah well, don't expect me to come comforting you next time you have an identity crisis or something," I stick my tongue out, turn around and sigh. Boys. I walk ahead to the staircase. A small smile makes its way onto my face. Well, this is my first time seeing him laugh. I am enjoying discovering more sides of Connor.

"Hey hey, sorry," he grins and grabs my hand.
"Thanks....I have no idea what I would do without you," I'm surprised. He normally has trouble saying a simple 'thank you'.
"No problem. You can approach me for anything at all, whatever problems you have. I mean, we're together right? We have to trust each other, no?"

He nods. We make our way down the staircase, and I feel my foot stepping onto thin air. Before I can fall, Connor catches me. I look at him in gratitude, and look down below. It's pitch black, exactly what I saw from the window in the music room. A neverending Abyss. Thank goodness I did not fall...

"What's this?"