He was in a bed. That was odd, he was sure he had been up against a wall before. He wasn't complaining though, the softness of the pillows against his head were heavenly compared to the brick he had felt before. It was the age old adage of taking things for granted, and he was reminded of this daily. He had been on the streets a long time.

Slowly he opened his eyes. A dark coloured ceiling greeted his blurred vision, speckles of silver flickering light in what he assumed was a chandelier hanging nearby. Turning his head he saw a few random items. A finely carved dressing table, a plush armchair, a large flat screen TV on the wall. It all seemed quite lavish to him.

"So you're awake now?"

He froze, eyes blinking to clear them. On the other side of the bed a familiar figure sat, arms leaning on the back of a chair. He was smirking, as usual.

"Z-zanthvos..." He croaked, his voice horse. As in response the fallen angel reached to his dressing table and grasped a glass of water, to which he held out to him.

"Thankyou..." He sipped it slowly, savouring the taste of the clear liquid. "

"It is such a joy to hear your cute little stutter again after all these years!" The fallen clasped his hands together. "I was worried I wouldn't get to hear it at all! Do you know how long I have been trying to find your sorry a**?"

"A long time, by the sound of things..." With a grunt he managed to pull himself into a sitting position, but instead of looking at Zanthvos he merely stared at the bed sheets.

"Indeed." The demon sat there, waiting for the ex-hunter to speak up. It was a while before he eventually mumbled something and seemed to shrink into himself.

"Pardon?" He cupped a hand to one ear. "Didn't quite catch that."

"I'm...sorry, Zanthvos. That it took you so long to find me." At this Jason grasped the edge of the sheets, and Zanth was sure he was doing it to keep his hands from shaking. Wasn't working too well though.

"Are you now?" he asked.

He nodded.

The silence pressed onwards, neither party saying a thing. Jason continued to look at the bed sheets, and Zanth continued to watch him. Until he broke the silence.

"You're scared of me, aren't you?"

"....." There was no response.

"I thought as much." Chuckling, he stood up and sat on side of the bed, the sudden jolt by it's occupant not going unnoticed. "You're entirely too predictable at times, you know that?"

"Y-you think so?"

"Indeed." He shifted a little closer. "I've been floating around in your head long enough to know what you think of me. Besides being a pain in the a** pervert. Which is something I wont deny, but I also knew that deep down inside you considered me a good friend. Someone whom you thought you could trust if push come to shove. But even deeper then that, you were frightened. Frightened of what would happen if the tables were turned. If there was no obligation on my part to be your friend. Would I extract vengeance on you for using me as a tool? Would I show some hidden evil agenda? Or more importantly, what did I truly think of you?"

There was a long pause after then fallen angel finished. But With a shuddering sigh, Jason eventually nodded. "I wasn't very good at concealing my thoughts, was I?"

"Nope."

"I-I'm sorry." He said again, and finally he looked up at Zanthvos. "W-what you said is true...B-but it's not just that. I...knew you were looking for me."

"Did you now?" He appeared shocked by this news, but Jason could tell he was just faking it. Just how much did he know about his intentions anyway?

"Y-yes...but I didn't want to be found...j-just yet." he looked at the bed again. "When I saw your father there, begging me to return you, of course I relented and gave you away. There was no point in me using you anymore...the hunters are gone now, it was just a matter of time before I was killed. At least one of us should of made it out alive, right? And what better way then to return you to your home. How could I say no to something like that?".

He paused, then sighed once more. "B-but...I knew you would be upset. I still remember you screaming at me not to do it. And after you were gone I was worried, that once you were back to your normal self that you would seek me out...and.."

"Demand why you abandoned me, then finish you off?" He finished the sentence.

"N-no! I d-didn't mean to abandon you...that wasn't my intention at all..." He shuddered, then gulped, looking back up at Zanthvos with a determined glare. "I wont run anymore though. Do with me what you will."

"....." Now Zanthvo was shocked. He said nothing, blinking at Jason before he began to shake, and promptly burst into laugher. Jason just appeared confused.

"Oh! Oh Jason, you kill me!" He waved a hand, then placed it at his forehead to help compose himself. "Oh, that's hilarious." Once he was calm again he waved a finger in front of him. "Jason you silly, silly little boy. Why on earth would I want to hurt my most favourite hunter ever?"

"B-but..."

"There's no denying it Jason. You're scared of halloween. I'm halloween. Being confined to a piece of steel isn't going to change the fact that originally I am a being made out of FEAR." His wings flared out, and his eyes glowed brighter. As expected Jason recoiled, but it was clear he was trying not to show any fear. He failed. " You felt guilty for giving me away wanting me to have a sense of normalcy. You feel guilty for my imprisonment, even while you were trying to destroy all FEAR. You felt bad for placing your trust in a being which frightened you. But to tell you the truth Jason, I enjoy the ever loving ******** out of your FEAR. It's a good thing. But I never had any desire to hurt you, nor do I now. "

"You...don't?"

"Course not."

"...Okay..." the ex-hunter appeared to relax now, and even flopped back onto the pillows. Conscience was clean. "Well then...What should we do now?"

Zanthvos just grinned. "We make out"

"No."

"Awww"