Re: Gwen/Felicity/Marta /Jason
What the fuck's going on?
[Jason was now completely disoriented. He didn't completely remember everything that had just happened, but there was a large, dark, swooping threat - that much had stuck with him. Then Marta was - or she wasn't, the air had filled with that fucking static again, and now they were back on the docks. He was - what was he?
Oh, that was right.
He was fucking dead.
The girls were hashing out why Marta was pregnant, or when Marta was pregnant, and where Flash or Harry might be, and which of them was the father of the child, and Jason was just not there anymore. Not gone completely, but he wasn't standing with them. He was laid out flat beside them on the ground, still in his hoodie and his leather jacket, his eyes sightlessly staring at the sky, filmed over. He'd clearly been dead for hours. And, looking a little closer, he did look younger than he ought to - not a lot, but a few years, certainly. Rigor was setting in, and he was just lying there while they all argued. Actually.
FAST FORWARD.
A roaring sound, a hush in the ambient lap of waves from the dock, and then they were all back up on the hill again, back on the second street of shops. The large dark blot left behind by the ghost on the road was still there when they snapped back to it. Everything was the same.
Jason hadn't come with them, however. His body was still down by the dock, and a figure in a long black cloak was walking toward him from the edge of the water.]