Jason in the Ghost Zone

Door

It had been almost an hour now, and the door still hadn’t been opened. Danny had given up on asking Tucker how long it would take for him to finish, his head was sore enough without the yelling being directed at him. How did a ghost, or a halfa, even get a headache in the first place? It didn’t matter, not like there was anyone he could ask.
“Are you sure you connected the blue one!?” Tucker yelled.
“No, I’m colorblind!” Came the reply.
“Then what are you doing?!” Tucker said. “Do you need me to…”
“Just shut up for a few minutes!” The ghost kid screamed. “I didn’t ask for help in the first place!”
“I didn’t ask to be thrown out the door!” Tucker screamed back.
“No, but you were stupid enough to open it in the first place!” Said the kid.
“We don’t have time for this!” Sam yelled.
Danny wished he had a free hand to plug up even one of his ears. Most of the hour had been spent fighting, and then making a tiny bit of progress before fighting some more. At the rate they were going it would take forever to get home. This wasn’t even counting the time it would take to find out where Valery had gone off to.
“Hey, something’s started beeping in here!” The ghost yelled.
“What is it?!” Tucker asked.”
“Oh no, Danny, your parents are on there way here!” Sam told them.
“How?! We have the speeder!” Danny screamed back.
“They must have another one or something.” Tucker said.
Danny didn’t remember seeing another specter speeder the last time he’d been in the lab, but it was always so full of junk that it was hard to really be sure.
“We have to get out of here. I hate to ask, but Tucker, how much linger do we have.” Danny said.
“I’m not sure how much damage there is, but I don’t think we can get it moving before they get here.” His friend said.
They heard a curse from the other side of the door and it slid open halfway before it came to a grinding stop. The sound was torture, and Danny nearly dropped his friend when they both tried to protect their ears from it.
“Gah, what did you do man?” Tucker asked rubbing his ears.
“I opened it.” The ghost kid said, waggling a steel bar.”
“How?” Danny asked.
“Where did he even get that?” Tucker adjusted his glasses.
“He pulled it out of the control panel.” Sam said stepping into the low entryway.
“Are you okay?” Danny put Tucker down and rushed to inspect his other friend.
“I’m fine.” She brushed him off. “I think he got a shock though.” She gestured with a thumb over her shoulder at the ghost.
Danny moved closer carefully. “Does it still hurt?” He asked the ghost.
“No.” The ghost crossed his arms and peered over the edge of the speeder.
“Err…” Danny felt like there was something he was supposed to say, but he wasn’t sure what it was.
“Danny, they’re coming on faster than they should, much faster!” Tucker said, disconnecting his pds from the console.”
“We need to get this thing moving.” Sam said.
“There isn’t time.” Tucker said.
“Why are you in such a hurry to get away from your parents?” The ghost asked.
Silence filled the air so fast they could hear it. Even if he was new the ghost had still shown that he could be dangerous. How much had he learned form their careless conversation?
“They, they’re not really my parents…” Danny tried lamely. “It’s just that they… er…”
“You’re a terrible liar.” The ghosts faintly glowing red eyes slowly moved to meet each of theirs, cutting through them, silencing any stories they would have tried.
“We just really need to get away, okay.” Danny said. “You guys hide and I’ll try to distract them long enough…”
“They’ll see we have the specter-speeder if we do that Danny”, Sam said. “That’s not going to work. How would we explain it to them?”
“I don’t know.” Danny said. “I need to think.”
“Why not just fly them away?” The ghost kid asked.
“I’m not fast enough, if I have to carry all of you.” Danny said.
“Can you tell me why it’s so important to get away?” The kid asked.
When Danny looked up he saw a strange look in the other boys red eyes, which were glowing just a little brighter. The hero shook his head. It almost looked like he was scared, and Danny felt bad for not being able to tell him there was no reason to be.
While generally harmless, his parents would have a field day being able to study a ghost as humanoid as this one. And he couldn’t even fly, there was no way the red-eyed boy would be able to get away if the Fentons caught him. In the time it would take Danny to get the young ghost away would there be anything left to save?
***
He wasn’t bothered by being carried off, it felt like it was something that had been done often. He was bothered that he’d be cut out of information that could have been important to figuring out just what was going on. He’d already decided to keep his cool until things made sense again, so he didn’t struggle.
Danny gave him a small smile when he flew off to rejoin his friends. The way he was acting was bothersome, like he thought the other boy was made of glass. Were they really that worried he’d slip up again? It was understandable though, he’d almost thrown a kid to his death, not a high point in anyone’s day.
Really he should have been grateful that nobody had decided to return the favor. The flying boy probably wouldn’t have had a hard tie getting it right.
Sighing he sat down on the little island and strained his ears to make out what they were saying. The word ‘parent’ drifted out of there hushed circle a few time, and their conversation sped up. That didn’t sound good. There were only so many reasons a kid could be so scared of their parents, and none of them were good. He tried to calm himself, thinking that the kids were just in trouble for taking the, ‘speeder’, they’d called it? Whatever, maybe it was just that they’d gone on a joyride without permission.
The fear in the boys eyes had seemed to real for that. He heard the word experiment and he was completely sure. He wouldn’t say anything of course, it wasn’t something that most kids were comfortable talking about, and a part of him wanted to brush it off as not his problem. There wasn’t anything he could do to help. Another part told him that this was something he was supposed to do, it was the part that made him think of pain, but this time he couldn’t bring himself to ignore it.
So he waited, and he tried to listen. Maybe he could meet with these parents personally. Even if they had the same weird abilities as the boy, he’d at least put up a fight, he knew how to do that.