Jason in the Ghost Zone

Someone

“Uhhh, hi.” Danny said nervously. “Sorry about that. I thought you were someone else.”
“No problem.” The ghost scrubbed a hand over his face.”
“You’re sure?” Danny backed up a little more. He wasn’t sure why he knew, but the ghost was giving off the same air that he would have expected from a time bomb, one that was reaching zero at a frighteningly fast pace.
“Yeah I’m sure.” In two great leaps that the hero couldn’t follow the ghost had closed the distance between them and a fist and thrown sent Danny knocking into another little Island a few meters away. “What the heck is wrong with everyone here? The only person I’ve seen so far that hasn’t attacked was Box-Ghost!” He stood right at the edge of the island. “Come back here you coward, on the ground, a fair fight without your tricks! See how tough you are then!”
Before he could get too angry Danny reminded himself that he was dealing with a child. Only a weeks old at most. Despite being able to catch himself when they’d first met the ghost still wasn’t using any of his powers. Guilt quickly replaced the anger that was left. The ghost-zone was a dangerous place, Danny knew that better than anything. If the ghost had been fighting for it’s life … what was left of it anyway … then that was on Danny for leaving him alone the way he had. Heroes didn’t do that, no matter how tired they were. He sighed and decided to deal with it the way he would a human child that was in the same situation.
“Are you listening to me?!” The ghost yelled. “Come here you piece of…”
Okay he was more foul mouthed than most little kids, but Danny could deal with it. “Can you tell me your name, we can go find someone to take care of you until you learn to deal with your … err situation.”
“I’ll deal with your situation you pathetic, weak, floating pansy! I’ll shove my throat fist down your throat and …” The ghost didn’t seem either lost or afraid, at all.
“I thought you were someone else, calm down I said I was sorry. I’m trying to help you.” Danny held up his hands in an attempt to placate the other boy.”
“Do I look like I need help?!.” The ghost threw his had at Danny again, just like last time.
Danny caught it. “Yes you do! Can you even see yourself?!” The ghosts raised fists dropped a little. Danny lowered his voice. “Do you even know where you are?”
The ghost ran a hand through his snowy hair while shaking his head.
“Phantom!” Valery shouted.
“Listen.” Danny said softly. “I’ve got to take care of her before she tries to kill us both. Wait here until I come back, I know someone who can help us.” It wasn’t a good idea to make Valery wait, it was hard enough to reason with her when she was normal angry. If she got any more worked up it would be impossible. Before he could turn and leave the ghost threw something at him again, It wasn’t as fast as the hat had been and Danny caught it easily shooting an annoyed look at the culprit.
“It’s hers,” the boy said, “she might calm down if you give it to her.”
A smirk tugged at Dannys lips. He doubted having her suit back would make Valery calm down.
***
Jason watched the other boy fly off, everybody in this place but the girl could fly, some of them had done other things too. He really had no idea where he was, thinking about where he’d come from made him feel sick, and he couldn’t exactly spend the rest of his life sitting on a floating rock waiting for answers to find him. As much as he hated it he did need help. Staying alone forever wasn’t an appealing thought at all, and the flying boy was the most normal person besides the girl who he doubted could help him.
He hadn’t been that angry when the boy had hit him, not really. It was when the boy had caught and set him down, then treated him like a little kid that Jason had wanted to hurt him. Jason wasn’t a little kid, he could take care of himself, somehow, in a way that gave him a headache he knew that he always could, and that trusting someone else would get him hurt. Not the kind of abstract hurt that made you ball your eyes out, but the kind that left you bloody and crawling on the floor with broken ribs that punctured your lungs and blood in your mouth and pain and pain and…
Biting his tongue he used the real to block the imaginary. No, he really didn’t want to trust anybody, he had to wait, wait for … someone. Despite the headache, he knew that someone was coming, someone was coming to save him, but that someone needed him whole and sane. He knew he’d be fine, all he had to do was wait. Maybe Someone couldn’t find him in the land of Green Swirliness, the place was completely alien to Jason, and not the red and blue spandex kind of alien. It was likely that whoever was coming for him needed him to be somewhere more normal.
He folded his arms and waited. The girl had put on her suit and was attacking the Soup-Boy, maybe he shouldn’t be so pissed off at these people for attacking him on sight. From what he’d seen so far it was just how people here greeted each other. Hadn’t he learned something about adjusting to local customs? He knew that wasn’t something he was good at, but he could try. He could prove that he wasn’t second best, the Someone would be proud when they found him.
Out the corner of his eye he caught some kind of vehicle lurking just out of sight. He balled his hands into fists, maybe he should go say hello.