Please, don't close your eyes

Mother rage

Ellie was sitting on one of the individual couches, her fingers couldn't stop fidgeting with each other. She doesn't know how many times she had seen the teenager sitting in front of her before she looked away in order to not overwhelm him.

But, she just couldn't help it. He was her son, her ghost baby. Well, half ghost baby and half alien, but he was hers. Being a ghost herself she knew what having a ghost baby represented. At least in descriptive theory. However, she didn't think her own experience would be so mind-blowingly overwhelming.

Her ghostly maternal instincts could not be appeased, let alone diverted from keeping her attention on her whelp.

Pandora had explained to her in detail what being a ghost mother; whether by ghost "natural" way or core bonding, meant. This after the ghost goddess would adopt both Danny and her and Jazz.

Just remembering how clingy, fierce and overprotective the warrior was with them the first few years she felt ashamed to complain back then. For now, she was in her adoptive mother's place and wanted to have some of the control the goddess had developed when they couldn't stay in the Ghost Zone as long due to college.

Ellie looked at the restless fingers on her hands and bit the inside of her cheek inconspicuously.

Although, in this case none of that options fit her current situation. Because she didn't do the bees and flowers thing with someone liminal, human or ghost, nor did she acquire the child through adoption; core link. In this case, someone got her genetic code and the one from a super hero alien, and did all the work for her.

... For some reason, that last sentence feels weird and wrong.

Best not to think about it.

Looking again at the boy who was receiving clarification from her older sister, the anxieties of hugging and cuddling him in a nest of sheets inside her haunt in the Ghost Zone resurfaced again when he looked back at her. The anxiety increases when the teenager immediately withdraws his eyes from her. But now with fear for be ignoring by her little boy.

She almost let out a disconsolate trill. However, she didn't. Danny was watching her leaning back against the wall and holding her new niece in his arms. She wasn't going to give him a reason to stretch that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Okay, so, I don't have Luthor's DNA?" asked Hydor to Phantom's sister, his mind it was still not assimilating the theory mostly confirmed by the redhead women.

"Your quick family recognition bond with Ellie and the few characteristics you both shares confirm that fact." Sighed Jazz, it was too much information suddenly broken down to assimilate. The three Halfas were used to hasty surprises like seeing the sun rise every day.

But for the kid who has no more than twenty-four hours of getting to know the real world and even less time to meet other heroes, real heroes and not the image implanted in his head, well... for him it's a big overload.

And there's the fact that one of his parents broke the news to him abruptly and carelessly. Glancing briefly at her little sister and then change a reproachful gaze on her little brother, who averted his eyes in consequence and grimaced in embarrassment, Jazz sigh again. 

She also has some blame.

The strangeness and abnormality of their existence has soaked her to the point of forgetting that she and her siblings have a different assimilation scales comparison to the scale of people on the mortal plane.

Now that she thinks about it, her decision to open a daycare center in the infinite realms instead of this side of the veil prevented a lot of misunderstandings. Although, now she understands why his cafeteria is considered eccentrically attractive to mortals.