17789/Jon Drops In On An Old Friend

Jon Drops In On An Old Friend
Date of Scene:	27 April 2024
Location:	Megan Morse's Apartment
Synopsis:	M'gann and Jon will end up eating a cold breakfast. Worth it!
Cast of Characters:	Jon Kent, M'gann M'orzz

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Jon Kent has posed:
Of late, Jon Kent has been having no small amount of trouble sleeping and concentrating. There are pressures from school, pressures from work on the Kent Farm in Smallville, pressures from training as a junior member of the Justice League, and just plain pressures of being 20 years old in a world (a world to which Jon technically was not even born) that makes vague and often contradictory expectations of young men. He went out last night to patrol for just "a little bit" and ended up being out all night. Fortunately it is Saturday morning and he has no classes.

There are no noticeable sounds or indications that Superboy just landed on the balcony, though Jon opens his mind seeking out that familiar and welcome mental connection to M'gann. He knocks gently on the glass of the balcony sliding door.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann is usually at home if she isn't actively at school or out on patrol. This morning she went to the grocery store, and stopped by a small farmer's market to get fresh fruits and vegetables. So when Jon knocks on the sliding glass door, he'll see M'gann poking her head around the corner from the kitchen, a grocery bag in one arm. At that moment he'll feel the mental connection made as she opens her mind to his, offering greeting even as she disappears again briefly to set the bag down.

<<Hello Jon! I'm glad you stopped by, I'll be right there!>>

Appearing once more, she moves to unlock the sliding door, offering him a warm smile and a warmer hug. "Good morning. Come in! I just returned from grocery shopping. I was about to cook up some breakfast, would you like to join me?"

Jon Kent has posed:
A bit bleary-eyed from being up all night but he manages an equally warm smile as M'gann's and an equally warm hug. Hugging Jon is a bit like hugging an electric blanket because of the increased body heat of Kryptonians. He draws in a deep breath. "I'd say you read my mind but that would be a bit obvious," Jon quips, eyes sparkling. "I'm starved."

He enters the familiar apartment. "Has my mother accosted you with demands that we get married since the other night?" He lets out a small, subdued laugh as he sits down on a couch, groaning as he rests following an entire night of flying. "I was going to stop by to see her but I doubt she's even awake. Probably was up all night writing." He closes his eyes for a moment and tips his head a bit. Then, "I don't hear any sounds coming from apartment other than a slow heartbeat. She's definitely sleeping."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
"Good, then you can help me eat all the food," M'gann winks at him and smiles, even as she lets the balm of her presence soothe his senses and start stepping him down from the tension and stress. Moving back towards the kitchen, she glances over her shoulder at him, "I have some guava quesitos I made yesterday morning, if you want to nibble while I cook."

Laughing softly, she shakes her head, "Not yet. But I also haven't brought pastries around yet either. So possibly this weekend." Letting him check on his mother, she chuckles, "That would explain the pacing and typing last night." M'gann starts putting things into the fridge even as she takes other things out, growing extra limbs as needed to move things around as she needs.

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon removes his cape and tugs off his boots, setting them aside. He's been here many times and is comfortable being himself in this sanctum. Then he pads with socked feet into the kitchen. They're black Nike socks. Apparently the Super Suit doesn't have it owns customized House of El emblemed stockings. "I'm down for nibbling." Then Jon's cheeks get a little red as thoughts enter his mind unbidden. Men in the morning. How did humanity ever survive having to depend on half the population being male? "I mean, you know, those, um, green corndogs or whatever you said you made yesterday."

He leans back against one of the kitchen counters. "So. You're Miss Martian and I'm Superboy. Heh. That was a pretty big bomb that got dropped the other night." With eyebrows steepled up at the center he peers at M'gann. "Are you...are you okay with all of that?"

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Chuckling softly at the thoughts that pop unbidden into his head, M'gann glances at him and smiles, "Nibbling of that type has to wait until after breakfast. Cooking and sex rarely mix very well." She takes a plate of with three danish-looking pastries on it, covering it with a damp paper towel and putting it in the toaster oven for 30 seconds to warm them up. Floating the plate over to him, she starts pulling mixing bowls and cooking tools over to her so she can prep for the breakfast.

Slicing some yellow onion to be caramelized, she glances back at him, smiling, "To be honest? It's a relief. I didn't enjoy hiding it from you as Megan, I felt terrible about having to lie to you about why a date had to be broken or ended earlier than expected..." Clearing her throat, M'gann murmurs, "Especially after we'd gotten more.. intimate."

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon reaches up and grabs the hovering plate. An odd occurrence such as that doesn't seem the slightest bit strange when you're chillin in M'gann M'orzz's kitchen. His super stomach super growl at the smell. "Oh man," he says while chewing. "Thith ith incre'ble."

Finally, though, "Yeah, I feel the same way. There were so many times I almost blurted it out. I even whispered it in the shower once while you were in the other room. I was desperately hoping you would have somehow heard me say it or plucked it out of my mind." He peers with concerned eyes at M'gann. "I'm so sorry I lied to you, Megan. It's just that I didn't have only myself to protect. I am protecting an institution."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Chuckling at the muffled sound of his voice, M'gann offers, "I thought you might like that. Guava, cream cheese, and puff pastry, with a little butter on the top of the pastry when it baked." She moves on to slicing up some mushrooms and bell peppers to add to the eggs. The stove is turned on, the oven as well, and she continues to prep up breakfast.

"I didn't hear it... when I'm Megan, when I'm being Megan.. I keep my mind shielded, my senses dulled, so I can experience life as a human.. or at least, I try to. I don't always succeed." She turns to look at Jon, smiling softly at him, "Apology accepted. And I'm sorry for lying to you as well, Jon. I understand the need to protect not just yourself, but those you care about. Your people. Your family..." M'gann wets her lips, "I still have things that I've.. hidden. That I haven't really told anyone."

Jon Kent has posed:
Hungry Jon makes short work of the delicious little pastries and sets the empty plate next to the sink, then returns to his spot leaning against the counter out of M'gann's way. He knows from when Ma Kent is cooking to stay out of the chef's way. "This life isn't glamorous and glorious like civilians might believe it is." He pauses. "It makes liars out of us." And anyone who truly understands the young man who was raised by none other than Superman himself, they would know how agonizing it is for him to lie about even the most insignificant thing.

Jon shuts his mouth for a time, watching M'gann's expert hands preparing breakfast. He just stands there in a capeless, bootless, black-Nike-socked Superboy uniform. Then, "Megan, I hope you know I trust you. You can share or hide anything you feel you need to. Be the you that you want to be with me. No pressure or stress." Those crystal blue eyes -- the eyes of the House of El -- peer at M'gann.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
The prep continues even with M'gann facing Jon and watching him, talking to him. Her telekinesis keeps everything moving along, with omelets being made, potatoes being seasoned and roasted, bacon being cooked. All in the background while they talk. She even has the fridge opening to pour out glasses of orange juice, floating one over to Jon.

Wincing lightly, she holds her glass in both hands and murmurs, "I don't... feel like what I am. What you see, who I am here, now.. that's me. That's who I am. But... what I was born as, what I was meant to be... where I come from..." Letting out a breath, M'gann opens her mind up to Jon. Completely. A full merging of his mind and hers, letting him not just sense her mind, not just being able to feel what she wants him to feel. He can feel it all. Her fear, her tension, her worry, her hesitation. How much she actually keeps shielded from everyone on a daily basis. Then she draws him in deeper, to her memories.

He can experience them as if they were his own. He can see... the White Martians. Their colony in the Vega system. Their warlike nature that brings them into conflict with the Tamaraneans there. How she grew up, having to try to hide her softer nature, how she went through the White Martian Academy, excelling at all the classes, even the combat. But failing repeatedly as she refuses to kill her opponent. How she found old signals coming from Earth, watching old sitcoms and shows, listening to broadcasts. How she talked her parents into taking her along as an assistant when they realized Earth was a potential new site for colonization. The ship being shot down, crashing. Her and her parents being the only survivors... being hunted by Task Force X, taken in to the DEO. Watching her parents be tortured and, eventually, killed, in front of her. Her mental break, where she enters a sort of fugue state. How she killed some of the agents to escape. The guilt and horror she still experiences over it. How she hid herself, making herself appear as a 'Green Martian' to approach J'onn, so she could try to integrate without the suspicion of being a White Martian hanging over her.

All of it. M'gann watches him as she shares the truth of herself, of her past, with him. Her actual age, her history, her people... waiting.

He can still feel it, the sense of resignation, the relief in having it out there, the fear of how he'll react. He's seen her true form now, the monstrous appearance of a White Martian that she was born to. Bracing herself for the revulsion, the rejection...

Jon Kent has posed:
Jon marvels at how hands and mind can work together in perfect synchronicity to create this dazzling array of whirling, floating plates and glasses and utensils. How it must have been a challenge for Megan to cook in front of Jon when they both were hiding their true natures from one another.

Then he stops, setting the glass of orange juice on the counter, and sinks into the mental experience of M'gann's shared visions and memories. Every expression one might expect from the soft-hearted Jon comes to his face: sympathy, sorrow, affection, empathy. Moisture glistens in those blue, blue eyes.

<< We are not exclusively defined by our past. We are also who we make ourselves to be. >>

Jon steps closer to M'gann and cups her cheeks with hands at once powerful enough to rend steel but gentle enough to protect what is most precious in his life. Watching her for cues that this is okay, Jon leans in and kisses her. The two have kissed many times, but this is the first time they have ever kissed fully knowing one another. Then he rests his forehead on hers and grins softly. "You're so gross," he whispers with the gentle teasing that can only happen between two people who have known romantic intimacy with one another.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Every bit as strong as Jon himself, M'gann nonetheless manages to look vulnerable and soft in that moment, afraid of losing her friend to the truth of who and what she is. When he kisses her, there's a moment of surprise, but just a moment. Her arms move around his waist as she clings to him tightly, returning that kiss. He can feel the relief, the affection she still has for him, the swirl of interest that spikes at this first kiss shared.

More than that, the connection held lets him feel the kiss as she experiences it even as he experiences it for himself. M'gann presses in closer to him, holding onto him, loathe to let go of the contact, to let go of him. Eventually, however, all goo things must end, and she pulls back from the kiss to look up at him. Amber eyes meeting blue as she murmurs, "Is this what you want, Jon? What you really want?" She knows what she wants, Jon will be able to know what she wants as well, it's right there in the front of her mind. But she leaves the choice with him. She doesn't press into his mind, letting him keep his thoughts and feelings to himself until he chooses to share them.

Jon Kent has posed:
Although M'gann is more than capable of pulling whatever she wants out of Jon's mind, he knows she respects boundaries. So he does his best to open himself up to her mentally. She can catch glimpses of young, teenaged Jon getting pulled away from his friends and family as he is accidentally sent to the Phantom Zone. She can see him survive there for so many months, hiding and keeping himself safe, convinced that his father would eventually find him. She can feel his heart break when he finally manages to escape but realizes he is in one of the infinite other Earths in the multiverse with absolutely zero hope of ever again finding his true home. He /knows/ what it is like to be an alien outcast.

Whispered: "Who else in this world can know me better than you? Where else can I find a kindred spirit to be my companion? We make /sense/, Megan." He still calls her that name. It's habit. "But more than that, I /want/ this. If you're willing, I wanna give us another chance. If you can trust me know that I definitely trust you." He taps the side of his head. "Dig around all you want. I have nothing to hide from you."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann rests her forehead against his, a smile curving her lips as he opens his mind to her. She can feel him, all of him, just as he can feel her. A connection surpassing anything they've shared before, but with the possibility to share even more. "I never stopped wanting this. We... you and me, we... work. And I trust you more than I have anyone else, Jon." She glances towards the stove and smiles, then back to him, "We have time.. let me show you.. I still have some of your clothes here. You never picked them up after we.." Reaching up, she takes his hands in hers and starts drawing him towards the living room, "Lets get reacquainted... as ourselves this time. All of us."

Breakfast will be a little late, but it will be worth the wait. Especially given what the pair are likely to get up to!