(Young Justice) A Little Dream Of Me
Title: A Little Dream Of Me
Fandom: Young Justice Animated
Pairing: Kid Flash/Miss Martian, Kid Flash/Miss!Flash
Rating: PG
Words: 1739
Timeline: "Welcome To Happy Harbour", Season 1, Episode 3
Notes: For dcu_freeforall, prompt "orange".
A/N: This was inspired by a conversation with rebecky_mo. So now you know who to blame.
Summary: Miss Martian shifts into a female version of Kid Flash. This apparently has An Impact. (Wally thinks the capital letters are very necessary.)
So they’ve saved the day. Which is just awesome. They’re awesome, everything’s awesome.
Wally may be a little drunk on success.
But they are awesome. Their first battle as an official team, and they rocked it! Mister Twister the Annoying Android (Wally enjoys alliteration) might have insisted that teenagers shouldn’t be fighting crime, but they’re not the ones lying on a table in a heap of nuts, bolts and scrap metal.
Scrap metal that Wally really wants to poke at some more, even if it means fighting for elbow room with Robin. But Wally’s that weird combination of wound-up and sleepy he gets after a really good fight, and he doesn’t think he’s really ready to start analysing high-tech machinery until he’s come down a bit. He isn’t sure how, exactly, he’s going to come down from this (maybe run a few laps around the mountain or just start snoring on his feet) but M’gann solves the problem for him.
“We have a television!” she announces happily, as if this is a privilege and not, like, a basic right as an American teenager. “We can watch Earth programs, it’ll be fun!”
She had him at ‘television’. Well, technically, she had him long before that. But he knows he was kind of a jerk to her earlier (they all were) and she looks so excited at the idea of doing something as simple as watching tv together that there’s no way Wally can say no. Not that he exactly has to have his arm twisted to slouch in front of the tv at any given moment.
And Robin’s squinting at microchips and motherboards, and Kaldur is asking him questions, and Superboy is off somewhere doing whatever. Probably brooding.
Which means it’s official ‘Wally And M’gann Alone Time’ time.
“Lead the way,” he says with an extravagant sweep of his arm and what he’s certain is a charming grin. Somewhere behind him, Robin snorts.
*
Wally never thought he’d say this but television can be boring.
M’gann had been so ecstatic to show off her favourite shows that he feels kind of bad for the way he’s sunk so low into the couch cushions he’s practically become one himself. Not that she appears to notice his discomfort - she’s totally and utterly transfixed by what’s happening onscreen.
Unfortunately, what’s happening onscreen involves a lot of boring people with knee-socks saying things like “gee whiz” and “that’s just swell”.
Wally is starting to understand the clothing M’Gann has adopted. Also, her need to bake cookies, since that’s all the female characters in this show seem to care about.
He could suggest they switch over to something that was made more recently and not, oh, several decades ago, but that feels kind of mean. And he’s supposed to be making an effort to make up for his behaviour earlier that day.
Still, some of the programming on this channel is in black and white. Black and white! Even the way he and the rest of the team had been so dismissive of M’gann earlier doesn’t deserve a punishment like this.
But she’d looked so hurt. Hurt, but trying so hard to understand.
Okay, yeah, he does deserve this.
It’s just that he’s not used to the idea of working and fighting alongside someone who makes his stomach want to tie itself in knots. She’s so gorgeous, and sometimes he doesn’t even know where to look, because every part of her is perfect, from her green skin to her knee-socks. She’s just so -
Telepathic, his mind supplies sharply, and he feels himself jolt and slide further down into the couch cushions reflexively.
Yeah, perving on the resident psychic? Not such a great idea.
Except M’gann doesn’t react, her gaze fixed intently on the tv screen like she’s studying it. Maybe she is studying it, like it’s a documentary on Earth customs, and he should probably break it to her that the world really isn’t like that at all.
But right now she looks so focused, and Wally is so comfy, and also remembering that he’s tired as well.
So he closes his eyes, and tries to think of something other than M’gann. He’s fairly sure she’s taken the hint and won’t go looking around their minds any time soon, but it’s probably not the best idea to risk it when she’s sitting right next to him. Instead he replays the fight against Twister in his mind, over and over, thinking about what he did, how he moved, what he could have done differently, until it fades into darkness and sleep takes him.
*
Wally is in the middle of trying to fight a giant talking gorilla (hey, it’s just another day at the office to him) when he starts to get that weird inkling that something isn’t right.
Maybe it’s the fact that there are seven blurs of yellow and red on the battlefield. Seven Wallys which, yeah, is pretty cool.
He stops for a moment, just to watch them. Which should probably put him in danger (giant talking gorilla) but he knows he’s completely safe. Doesn’t know how he knows that, but it’s a fact and Wally likes facts. They’re dependable.
He can feel himself grinning, weirdly dazed and just ridiculously happy with the world, while seven Wally-blurs zip around him in random patterns.
And then not so random patterns. They’re spinning, which is pretty weird, and Wally watches the way the speed of their movements shifts the air currents until they whip in circles. Forming tornados, which is interesting, and there’s something important about that, which Wally thinks he should probably remember. But he’s also fairly certain that if he thinks about anything too hard right now, he’s going to lose that blissed out feeling he’s enjoying so much.
There’s another blur now, running in circles around him. It’s moving faster than the others, yellow and red smearing together until it becomes this intensely vibrant orange colour that Wally really really likes.
Then it’s green. Then it’s orange again. Then it’s standing right in front of him, perfectly still, and Wally probably tries to say something but all that comes out is this weird little squeak.
It’s him. It can’t be him.
Damn, he’s hot. Except he’s not a him.
The not-Wally, the girl-Wally grins, and cocks a hip to one side in this brilliant way that makes Wally want to squirm, except he’s pinned to the floor, rooted to the ground.
“Hey,” the girl-Wally says in this really adorable voice that makes Wally want to just melt.
Has his outfit always been that tight? Because he hasn’t noticed it on himself, but on girl-Wally, it’s just super.
Curves. Nice, good curves, yeah, awesome, and Wally knows he’s capable of thinking but his brain doesn’t seem very convinced.
Girl-Wally gets in real close, and her breath smells sweet. Like chocolate chip cookies.
“Kiss me,” she says, in a voice that’s a little deeper than before, like she’s suddenly taking everything very seriously.
“Okay,” Wally replies, or maybe he just gurgles, and then there’s his mouth on hers, and his heart is beating so fast it feels like it might vibrate through his chest.
She’s amazing, perfect, soft heat against him. Her lips feel incredible, like they were made to be pressed to his own, and there’s just the slightest hint of a tongue at his bottom lip, quick shy sweep of it, and Wally can hear himself groaning.
Wait, he can actually hear himself groaning, which is all wrong, because it sounds incredibly loud. And his mind is trying to hold on, trying not to hear his voice, trying to remain in the kiss, and he squeezes his eyes shut until all he can see is vibrant orange.
Quick tap against his brow, then again, and he opens his eyes because it feels like girl-Wally just rapped him on the forehead with her knuckles.
Except those are Robin’s knuckles, Robin staring down at him from behind the safety of those dark sunglasses.
Wally’s sprawled across the couch, one cushion clutched to his chest like a teddy bear, one leg draped over M’gann’s lap.
“Well, gee whiz!” says somebody on the tv.
“You were groaning,” says Robin, and he looks like it’s taking everything he has not to burst out laughing.
“…Wah?” Wally manages.
“And now you’re blushing,” Robin informs him, glee barely concealed from his voice.
“He was dreaming. About kissing himself,” M’gann says distractedly, her attention still on the television.
There’s this really long silence, where Wally’s brain manages to wake all the way up (he wishes it hadn’t) and Robin just stands there, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly slack like all his Christmases and birthdays have come at once.
M’gann’s hands fly belatedly to her mouth. “Oh my, I am so sorry!” she gasps. “I didn’t mean to pry, especially after what you all told me. It’s just that you were so close and we’re touching and you were projecting so very loudly...”
“This is the one and only time you don’t have to apologise,” Robin says solemnly, although the jerk is totally smirking.
“Oh, thank you,” M’gann sighs gratefully. And then her attention is all on Wally, and this might be the first time since they met that he wishes it wasn’t. “Is it usual for you to dream about kissing yourself?”
“W-what? No!” Wally yelps, and then realises he’s still hugging the cushion. He wings it at Robin’s head instead. Robin, of course, catches it easily.
“Are you sure?” Robin asks, all his teeth showing through his downright evil smile. “Are you sure you don’t secretly think you’re, like, really pretty?”
“I wasn’t kissing me!” Wally snaps at him. “I was kissing M’gann while she was shifted to look like me!”
Wally hates his own mouth sometimes.
M’gann’s eyes are rather wide, and there’s this light pink blush tinting her cheeks, which is kind of weird because shouldn’t she blush green? And why is Wally thinking about that when he should be thinking about how to dig himself out of the hole he’s pretty much buried himself in?
He really should have stuck to poking through Twister’s circuits.
M’gann looks at her hands.
Wally looks at his hands.
Robin looks at them both, and he’s enjoying himself way too much right now.
“So,” Robin continues in a deceptively casual tone. “Is that why you were drooling?”
“Dude!”
Fandom: Young Justice Animated
Pairing: Kid Flash/Miss Martian, Kid Flash/Miss!Flash
Rating: PG
Words: 1739
Timeline: "Welcome To Happy Harbour", Season 1, Episode 3
Notes: For dcu_freeforall, prompt "orange".
A/N: This was inspired by a conversation with rebecky_mo. So now you know who to blame.
Summary: Miss Martian shifts into a female version of Kid Flash. This apparently has An Impact. (Wally thinks the capital letters are very necessary.)
So they’ve saved the day. Which is just awesome. They’re awesome, everything’s awesome.
Wally may be a little drunk on success.
But they are awesome. Their first battle as an official team, and they rocked it! Mister Twister the Annoying Android (Wally enjoys alliteration) might have insisted that teenagers shouldn’t be fighting crime, but they’re not the ones lying on a table in a heap of nuts, bolts and scrap metal.
Scrap metal that Wally really wants to poke at some more, even if it means fighting for elbow room with Robin. But Wally’s that weird combination of wound-up and sleepy he gets after a really good fight, and he doesn’t think he’s really ready to start analysing high-tech machinery until he’s come down a bit. He isn’t sure how, exactly, he’s going to come down from this (maybe run a few laps around the mountain or just start snoring on his feet) but M’gann solves the problem for him.
“We have a television!” she announces happily, as if this is a privilege and not, like, a basic right as an American teenager. “We can watch Earth programs, it’ll be fun!”
She had him at ‘television’. Well, technically, she had him long before that. But he knows he was kind of a jerk to her earlier (they all were) and she looks so excited at the idea of doing something as simple as watching tv together that there’s no way Wally can say no. Not that he exactly has to have his arm twisted to slouch in front of the tv at any given moment.
And Robin’s squinting at microchips and motherboards, and Kaldur is asking him questions, and Superboy is off somewhere doing whatever. Probably brooding.
Which means it’s official ‘Wally And M’gann Alone Time’ time.
“Lead the way,” he says with an extravagant sweep of his arm and what he’s certain is a charming grin. Somewhere behind him, Robin snorts.
*
Wally never thought he’d say this but television can be boring.
M’gann had been so ecstatic to show off her favourite shows that he feels kind of bad for the way he’s sunk so low into the couch cushions he’s practically become one himself. Not that she appears to notice his discomfort - she’s totally and utterly transfixed by what’s happening onscreen.
Unfortunately, what’s happening onscreen involves a lot of boring people with knee-socks saying things like “gee whiz” and “that’s just swell”.
Wally is starting to understand the clothing M’Gann has adopted. Also, her need to bake cookies, since that’s all the female characters in this show seem to care about.
He could suggest they switch over to something that was made more recently and not, oh, several decades ago, but that feels kind of mean. And he’s supposed to be making an effort to make up for his behaviour earlier that day.
Still, some of the programming on this channel is in black and white. Black and white! Even the way he and the rest of the team had been so dismissive of M’gann earlier doesn’t deserve a punishment like this.
But she’d looked so hurt. Hurt, but trying so hard to understand.
Okay, yeah, he does deserve this.
It’s just that he’s not used to the idea of working and fighting alongside someone who makes his stomach want to tie itself in knots. She’s so gorgeous, and sometimes he doesn’t even know where to look, because every part of her is perfect, from her green skin to her knee-socks. She’s just so -
Telepathic, his mind supplies sharply, and he feels himself jolt and slide further down into the couch cushions reflexively.
Yeah, perving on the resident psychic? Not such a great idea.
Except M’gann doesn’t react, her gaze fixed intently on the tv screen like she’s studying it. Maybe she is studying it, like it’s a documentary on Earth customs, and he should probably break it to her that the world really isn’t like that at all.
But right now she looks so focused, and Wally is so comfy, and also remembering that he’s tired as well.
So he closes his eyes, and tries to think of something other than M’gann. He’s fairly sure she’s taken the hint and won’t go looking around their minds any time soon, but it’s probably not the best idea to risk it when she’s sitting right next to him. Instead he replays the fight against Twister in his mind, over and over, thinking about what he did, how he moved, what he could have done differently, until it fades into darkness and sleep takes him.
*
Wally is in the middle of trying to fight a giant talking gorilla (hey, it’s just another day at the office to him) when he starts to get that weird inkling that something isn’t right.
Maybe it’s the fact that there are seven blurs of yellow and red on the battlefield. Seven Wallys which, yeah, is pretty cool.
He stops for a moment, just to watch them. Which should probably put him in danger (giant talking gorilla) but he knows he’s completely safe. Doesn’t know how he knows that, but it’s a fact and Wally likes facts. They’re dependable.
He can feel himself grinning, weirdly dazed and just ridiculously happy with the world, while seven Wally-blurs zip around him in random patterns.
And then not so random patterns. They’re spinning, which is pretty weird, and Wally watches the way the speed of their movements shifts the air currents until they whip in circles. Forming tornados, which is interesting, and there’s something important about that, which Wally thinks he should probably remember. But he’s also fairly certain that if he thinks about anything too hard right now, he’s going to lose that blissed out feeling he’s enjoying so much.
There’s another blur now, running in circles around him. It’s moving faster than the others, yellow and red smearing together until it becomes this intensely vibrant orange colour that Wally really really likes.
Then it’s green. Then it’s orange again. Then it’s standing right in front of him, perfectly still, and Wally probably tries to say something but all that comes out is this weird little squeak.
It’s him. It can’t be him.
Damn, he’s hot. Except he’s not a him.
The not-Wally, the girl-Wally grins, and cocks a hip to one side in this brilliant way that makes Wally want to squirm, except he’s pinned to the floor, rooted to the ground.
“Hey,” the girl-Wally says in this really adorable voice that makes Wally want to just melt.
Has his outfit always been that tight? Because he hasn’t noticed it on himself, but on girl-Wally, it’s just super.
Curves. Nice, good curves, yeah, awesome, and Wally knows he’s capable of thinking but his brain doesn’t seem very convinced.
Girl-Wally gets in real close, and her breath smells sweet. Like chocolate chip cookies.
“Kiss me,” she says, in a voice that’s a little deeper than before, like she’s suddenly taking everything very seriously.
“Okay,” Wally replies, or maybe he just gurgles, and then there’s his mouth on hers, and his heart is beating so fast it feels like it might vibrate through his chest.
She’s amazing, perfect, soft heat against him. Her lips feel incredible, like they were made to be pressed to his own, and there’s just the slightest hint of a tongue at his bottom lip, quick shy sweep of it, and Wally can hear himself groaning.
Wait, he can actually hear himself groaning, which is all wrong, because it sounds incredibly loud. And his mind is trying to hold on, trying not to hear his voice, trying to remain in the kiss, and he squeezes his eyes shut until all he can see is vibrant orange.
Quick tap against his brow, then again, and he opens his eyes because it feels like girl-Wally just rapped him on the forehead with her knuckles.
Except those are Robin’s knuckles, Robin staring down at him from behind the safety of those dark sunglasses.
Wally’s sprawled across the couch, one cushion clutched to his chest like a teddy bear, one leg draped over M’gann’s lap.
“Well, gee whiz!” says somebody on the tv.
“You were groaning,” says Robin, and he looks like it’s taking everything he has not to burst out laughing.
“…Wah?” Wally manages.
“And now you’re blushing,” Robin informs him, glee barely concealed from his voice.
“He was dreaming. About kissing himself,” M’gann says distractedly, her attention still on the television.
There’s this really long silence, where Wally’s brain manages to wake all the way up (he wishes it hadn’t) and Robin just stands there, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly slack like all his Christmases and birthdays have come at once.
M’gann’s hands fly belatedly to her mouth. “Oh my, I am so sorry!” she gasps. “I didn’t mean to pry, especially after what you all told me. It’s just that you were so close and we’re touching and you were projecting so very loudly...”
“This is the one and only time you don’t have to apologise,” Robin says solemnly, although the jerk is totally smirking.
“Oh, thank you,” M’gann sighs gratefully. And then her attention is all on Wally, and this might be the first time since they met that he wishes it wasn’t. “Is it usual for you to dream about kissing yourself?”
“W-what? No!” Wally yelps, and then realises he’s still hugging the cushion. He wings it at Robin’s head instead. Robin, of course, catches it easily.
“Are you sure?” Robin asks, all his teeth showing through his downright evil smile. “Are you sure you don’t secretly think you’re, like, really pretty?”
“I wasn’t kissing me!” Wally snaps at him. “I was kissing M’gann while she was shifted to look like me!”
Wally hates his own mouth sometimes.
M’gann’s eyes are rather wide, and there’s this light pink blush tinting her cheeks, which is kind of weird because shouldn’t she blush green? And why is Wally thinking about that when he should be thinking about how to dig himself out of the hole he’s pretty much buried himself in?
He really should have stuck to poking through Twister’s circuits.
M’gann looks at her hands.
Wally looks at his hands.
Robin looks at them both, and he’s enjoying himself way too much right now.
“So,” Robin continues in a deceptively casual tone. “Is that why you were drooling?”
“Dude!”