I don't own Young Justice or Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Meet Me in Montauk
M'gann isn't sure what to think when he comes to her.
She knew he would go to someone, eventually. It's been two weeks since the morning he came into training with a heart so broken, she could feel the grief seeping out of it in throbbing waves that nearly buckled her own knees, and it never really did get better. Emotional radiation is a regular occurrence with some of her teammates – Wally is excitable, Conner easily angered – but not with Kaldur, who usually maintains such strict control over his feelings. And while he held it together through every exercise that day and all the days since, she has been on Earth long enough to know that a person can only take so much of something like that, no matter how strong they are.
Even so, when he appears in her doorway one night, she isn't sure why he has come to her.
It becomes clear soon enough.
"Are you sure about this?" she asks nervously, fingers trembling as she frames his head with her hands.
"I am certain."
"I don't know if it can be undone, if you…if you decide you want them back. I've never done this before."
His gaze is unfaltering.
"The team will need to know," she says softly.
"I have spoken to Robin."
"What…what does he think about it?"
"That is irrelevant. He knows what to tell the others, should you inform him that you consented to administer the procedure."
She bites her lip.
"I just…I don't know if this is a good idea. Maybe you just need a little more time."
"If you are uncomfortable, I will withdraw my request," he says, his voice quiet and deceptively calm. "I have asked this of you as your friend, not ordered it as your leader."
She swallows hard, thinking. She has felt his pain for two weeks now, and even so, she cannot imagine wanting what he wants – it is too drastic, too, too risky, too much. Nevertheless, she has known him for near two years now, well enough to know that he is anything but reckless. He would not have come to her if he had not already weighed all the possible options, considered all the possible consequences, and come to the conclusion that this is the only way forward. And she is the only one who can help him. She is the only one who can lift this weight from his shoulders.
She takes a deep breath, and nods.
He closes his eyes; her own begin to glow softly. Just as her mind slips into his, he hears her ask:
"Is there anything you would want us to tell him, if…if he asks?"
"No," he says, calm as ever. Only here in the shallows of his mind can she feel the deep current of despair that runs through that one word. "I am certain he will understand."
It takes only a moment to extinguish four years.