Jason and Dawn's date/dare. AWWWWW.

((OH MY GOD YOUR RIGHT!!!!!!!! ))

Erika snarled at Nightmare. "L-Fang's right. You don't deserve to be sorry. More so, you don't deserve our sympathies, or our forgiveness. You certaintly don't deserve Dawn's."

And suddenly, Kiwi solemnly broke into song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCD5kdj1sps

"I know." Murmured Nightmare, with that, she walked away.

"Well what shall we do now?" Said L-Fang.

((How about there was a funeral, and the time turns into a few months later again?))

((OK!!))

A FEW MONTHS LATER.

L-Fang sat at her kitchen table, playing scrabble with Jazzmin.

"Ha! I got the word Exaggerating." Jazzmin gloated.

"Darn it, I only got disc." Muttered L-Fang. She remembered Jason, how he would fly around on his disc then kidnap L-Fang and Nightmare and make them be social.

Meanwhile, Nightmare was at home, once again, eating a quesadilla on the couch with Sheba.

Shakka was sitting alone at Jason's grave, as the sun set below the trees of the cemetery near the Dark Forest.

A man walked over to him. "Son, visiting hours are over. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave."

Shakka didn't argue, and let the man escort him in silence to the gate. He walked back home to Jason's old apartment.

Under the eerie silence of the cemetery, Jason's eyes blinked open to the darkness of his coffin.

"What the...?" He muttered, rubbing his eyes. He began to try to sit up, only to hit his head on the top of his coffin.

He reached into his pocket and took out a lighter, so that he could see. He was in a tux, because they always dressed people to be fancy for funerals. There was a dull ache in his bones from not moving for so long, and a sting in his shoulder and hip from the battle so long ago.
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"THEY FORGOT TO NOT BURY ME?!" He thought in shock, kicking the top of the coffin. Once he did, bits of dirt came through. "Great... if I break the coffin I'll suffocate."

He knew his thoughts to Shakka wouldn't be kicking in so soon, as Shakka wasn't trying to make a connection to him at the moment.

Then he realized he forgot all his spells too.
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With all his strength, he took a deep breath, then punched the top of the coffin. It broke, then dirt began caving in onto him. He frantically starting digging and pushing upwards. It felt like he was miles into the ground, and that his breath would be running out, when he stuck his hand up, and felt a light breeze blow across it.

He grabbed his tombstone, then pulled himself up until he was lying next to his tombstone, and covered in dirt. He panted.

Phoebe was playing chess with Erika. She moved her rook.

"Checkmate."

Erika swore. "&@#$ it!! That's not fair, cheater!"

Phoebe tried to pull of a totally innocent look. "What on earth do you mean?"

"You can see the future! You can tell where I'll move, and when your moves will work!"

Phoebe shrugged. "I'm playing by the rules of the game. As long as I stick to those, it's not technically cheating."

Erika growled.

They both glanced upstairs, where they knew Dawn was sitting on her bed, balled up, either crying or reading some totally warped romance novel. It was Dawn's way of dealing with greif and anger - reading books where the situations of the main character actually sucked worse than her own life.

Erika sighed. "Man, it's been months."

"I know," Phoebe said. "I'm getting worried."

"Depression is not good for teens," Erika agreed.

"What Dawn's dealing with is not necessarily depression," Phoebe corrected. "It's more like withdrawal. It's like, before Jason, Dawn was in a shell of shyness and insecurity; it had cracks in it, and a tiny opening, where occasionally others would be allowed in. Jason brought her out of the shell, taught her to be herself, and behave a normal human being. Without him, she got a new shell, that's smaller and air-tight, and nothing is allowed in or out."

"It's getting bad," Erika said. "She's pulling a Bella Swan."

"Actually, I do think she's reading New Moon," Phoebe snorted.

Jason's bones ached, he knew he would look horrible, and he was unsure of how old he looked. He always started over at a random one, but he felt taller than an infant, so that made things much easier. He grabbed his tombstone to balence, then stood.

He rolled up the sleeve on his tux, reading the fine words in the dim moonlight.

"Livro intima." He muttered softly. A book appeared in his hands, then it shrunk, and he shoved it in his pocket.
Before walking away, he turned to look at his tombstone, then he kicked it hard enough for it to fall over. Rain began drizzling slightly.

He tried to think of who was closest.

Shakka... he was probably in the apartment, which was way out in the city of Bad guy world.
L-Fang was somewhere deep in the Dark Forest, which he was right next to. But her house was hard to find, and he didn't want to deal with anyone he might meet in there that isn't L-Fang.

Nightmare... she was pretty far off. She liked to live far away from L-Fang.

Then he remembered who he really wanted to see, and she wasn't far off.

He began walking until he hit the sidewalk, then he kept walking down the streets, quizzing himself to see how much he still knew from before.

Dick's house... No One's... Keith and Cases'... Cassie's... Emerald's.... until he found Phoebe's. By the time he did, it was raining hard, and he was soaked.

He took a breath in, then knocked. He looked fifteen, his eyes were red from not eating, though hunger wasn't his biggest concern right now, and he'd learned to hold it, and he was soaked and covered in mud and wearing a tux, and he was expressionless. It was hard to tell it was Jason.

Erika and Phoebe had now started a game of Yahtzee! It was better for Erika, because Yahtzee! was a game of chance, and that made it so Phoebe couldn't cheat.

"Dawn, get the door!" Phoebe shouted, shaking the dice, muttering, "Get me a full house, baby, a full house . . . "

It landed, with one four, three twos, and a five. Phoebe swore.

Erika grinned. "Goosfraba, Phoebe. Goosfraba."

Phoebe glared. She made a twisting gesture with her hands, indicating that she wished Erika's neck was between them.

Dawn appeared at the bottom of the stares. She looked awful, but not really in the looks sort of way. Her hair and teeth were brushed, she still took baths(obviously), she was dressed normally, her silver bangles were in their usual places on her wrists. But, her eyes were dull, her face red and tear streaked from crying, her expression and posture lifeless. She looked almost unhealthy, sallow.

Phoebe glanced at her. "The door, Dawn?"

Dawn just nodded, her lifeless look not changing one bit as she strode to the door. She opened it to see a muddy teenager in a tuxedo with red eyes standing on her doorstep.

"Can I help - ?" she began, then something in her sparked. The boy looked . . . familiar. In a weird way.

She surveyed him with just the smallest glimpse of curiosity. "Do I know you?"

At first, Jason had no idea what to say.

Because really. What do you say after you just crawled out of a hole and are back from the dead?

"Yes... I'm um..." He was shocked that it took him a minute to remember his own name. He couldn't even remember his own address. "Jason."

Dawn's eyes widened. She was silent for a second, her face confused and disbelieving, and then that familiar, warm, wide smile spread on her face. She knew the voice.

"Jason!" She smiled widely. She almost gave him a hug, but she figured he probably wouldn't really want to be hugged, when he was thirsty and mud-covered and just back from the dead.

Phoebe leaned around the corner. "Dawn, who - " She saw Jason, and knew immediately. She snorted. "We told her you'd be back, but she wouldn't listen. It's about time your back."

Erika shook the dice, not even looking up for more than three seconds. "Oh, hey Jason. Welcome back to the world of the living!" She rolled the dice, getting five fives. "Yes! I got a Yahtzee!"

Phoebe swore, turning her attention back to the game. "And this is what happens when dead people come back . . . " she mumbled.

Dawn ignored Phoebe and Erika. "I missed you!"

Meanwhile . . .

Kiwi was sitting in Cole's living room, sipping at a Coke.

Tobias poked his head in. "Jason's back."

"Oh boy!" Kiwi jumped up and down, squealing.

Venna punched the air with her fist. "Yes! Now Dawn will be able to activate as a normal human being again!"

Kiwi frowned. "That's not what I was referring to. Jason's arrival means something else, just as awesome."

Cole paused. "Wait. Then that means your talking about . . . "

"PARTY TIME!!!!" Kiwi squealed, clapping again.

Cole and Tobias groaned in unison.

Jason still looked exhasted.

"Yeah, um... I guess those idiots Nightmare and L-Fang forgot not to bury me..." He muttered, remembering how hard it was to dig his way up.

"I missed you too; the afterlife kind of sucks, but I knew what to expect." He paused, wondering if he should have mentioned that, then continued. "Did anything happen while I was... out?"

Meanwhile...

"What are you drinking?" Said L-Fang as she sat at the bar table across from Nightmare, who held a wine glass with a straw coming out of it, and purple liquid swishing in it.

"Wine." Said Nightmare with a smile as she sipped from the straw.

"You don't drink it with a straw." Chuckled L-Fang.

Nightmare laughed. "I do! It's much more convinient."

L-Fang just face/palmed, while still laughing. "God, you're a moron."

Dawn hesitated, making a mental note not to tell him about her depression. "Not much," she lied, the blush on her face making the lie obvious.. "I was fine. I mean, I missed you!! Lots!!" she backtracked. "I - I . . . just, you know, er . . . di-didn't, um, do . . . stuff." She finished lamely.

Phoebe sniggered.

"Um, Shakka's good . . . I guess." Dawn frowned, a little crease appearing between her eyebrows. "He's . . . well, actually, he's really awful. He's listening to Frank Senatra and music from Disney movies all the time. He's watching . . . " she stopped, unwilling to go one, knowing that if she revealed Shakka's knewest favorite movie to watch it would show Jason just how clearly Shakka was despairing.

((Bee, I hope you didn't mind me writing the music Shakka was listening to. I had to put something like that. If you don't like it, I could edit it out. Any ideas what movie he should be watching in his depression?

It would be hilarious if L-Fang or Shakka or Nightmare had sold Jason's house or something.))

Jason stared into space at Disney movies.

"My god. It's never been this bad... Disney? I hope it's none of that new stuff like Sonny With a Chance..." He said.

Little did Jason know, it was worse than that.

Shakka was watching Degrassi; Next Generation.

Meanwhile...

Nightmare was spinning in her chair at the bar while sipping her wine, until she stopped mid-spin.

"DARLING! HE'S BACK!" Nightmare squee'd, nobody really knows how she knew that.

L-Fang blinked in surprise. Nightmare only had two people she called darling. Jason, and one of the pandas at the zoo named Popo.

L-Fang guessed Popo hadn't just walked into the bar.
(Bee: SO A PANDA WALKS INTO A BAR...)

Nightmare leaped from her chair, making a break for the door on all fours.

L-Fang jumped in front of her, Nightmare's neck hit her leg.

"Ow, my jugular!" Nightmare said as she tumbled into L-Fang.

"Think about it-- if you come at him from behind you'll scare him half to death. Death is very peaceful-- so he's probably not used to loud noises, especially those made by panthers." Said L-Fang.

"Liar-- I bet he misses me." Said Nightmare immaturely, sticking her tongue out.

Nadae, though she rarely spoke hopped over. "Um, guys, he might be lost... it takes a while to remember things, doesn't it?" She said. "And didn't you bury him?"

L-Fang and Nightmare stared at each other for what felt like quite a while. "JASON!!" They both yelled, tripping over each other as they ran out the door.

"Yeah, er, and . . . Degrassi the Next Generation." Dawn mumbled. "And . . . " she eyed Jason wearily. "And Friends."

She winced, just thinking about it.

"Oh no." Said Jason. "Where is he now?"

Meanwhile...

L-Fang and Nightmare ran to his grave to find a hole-- which was filled in with water by now.

"Either he's drowning, or he got out and the rain filled in the hole." Said L-Fang. "You wanna check? I think panthers are one of those cats into swimming."

Nightmare shot L-Fang a look of annoyance, but hopped into the narrow hole anyways. A few seconds later she came back up. "Empty."

L-Fang sighed. "Great. There's a half-dead Jason covered in mud walking the streets. It's more than likely people will find out he came back from the dead, and they might possibly find out we did. Fabulous."

"Hang on, it's not that bad. I mean, yeah we can't follow his trail because the rain washed it away, but he's bound to have memories of SOMETHING." Said Nightmare, giving her pelt a shake. She began to wish she had taken off a few things before jumping in-- now she wasn't just wet from the rain, but muddy, too.

"Isn't Phoebe's place like, close?" Said L-Fang.

"Yeah... wait, you don't think?" Said Nightmare, putting one hand to her chin. It only took one glance at each other to make a dash for Phoebe's house.

Meanwhile...

Jason sighed. "Can we go see him?"

Bee: -mad with giggles- Jason and Dawn should leave with Phoebe (so she can drive them there) so when L-Fang and Nightmare arrive they go through Phoebe's house looking for Jason. xD