A/N: Of course, Amelia's not the only one who feels the weight of those lost.... I'll be expanding away from her and towards the others in the next couple of chapters soooooooo :)
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(surprise moment ahead!)

Javi didn't know if he could tolerate another 'ghosts are real' 'No they are not' discussions. Between Amelia, and Ollie or his dad. He was a ghost, goddamnit, nothing could deny the fact that Amelia had been right all along, now. He didn't need to hear his dad reject it over and over and over, because nobody ever believed what Amelia said.

He let Amelia and Warden Garcia chat, and instead, got up, and sneaked up the stairs— not like he needed to be careful of being heard anymore— and up the stairs, down the hall, across from Izzy's room, towards his own. The doorway was open, the way it had been.

Javi entered, and found himself surrounded by the same faint, yet strange smell that had plagued him— had it really been only a few hours?— that morning.

Charred flesh and burnt hair.

Now his consciousness told him that it was he, himself, who burnt, and not any sort of weird dish dad may have been making, as he had assumed in the morning. And an even more morbid realisation that his own dead body was indeed placed at one edge of the bed he had woken up on this morning...

Dear god, he had assumed an awful lot, hadn't he? Assumed the plumbing was broken, assumed that his dad and sister were sad on something else, and were merely pranking him, by not talking. Assumed that the entire town had been in on the game, assumed that Amelia was upset because she had feelings for Ollie, assumed that Ollie was a bastard and was doing the same thing his dad and sister were.

He had assumed everything to be wrong with everyone else in the world, and him being The One that was normal. How self righteous.

It had never occurred to him that what was wrong, could be him.

That is until the rain started ignoring him too... as did his own, unreal teardrops...

Is it easy to accept that you are dead? Hell no, how could it be?! And how the hell do the other ghosts do it? Were there even other ghosts? Or maybe he was the only exception...

He felt, somewhere, in this entire exercise, that there was something so awfully wrong. Not just with him, but with everyone and everything else. Not in the way he had assumed it to be either, he could see his flaws now, but something buried deep inside, something like those strings inside a grand piano, that resonate inside to make the sound be heard outside...

The sounds were all there, but the strings and keys could not be seen. There was still a part of the mystery that felt incomplete, hidden away, from him, from everyone who had been experiencing this hellish ordeal.

Why was he here? And why could she see him?

Was there any way to bring him back?

Was there any way to send him away?

He couldn't live like a ghost for eternity, could he? Because that wouldn't be living at all.

But the biggest question was this, what had gone wrong... why had the morphin grid failed at all? He knew somehow, his being a ghost had something to do with the morphin grid... And Amelia Jones...

Javi Garcia was stuck in the middle, and the only way he could go anywhere at all, whether back to life, or anywhere else, was through her. Amelia. Amelia Jones was the key.

Javi ran downstairs, on this realisation, and found himself face to face with his dad. Who was clinging to the rails as he climbed up the staircase, heavily, muttering to himself something about silly girls.

Javi felt his heart racing, he didn't even know if something like that could still happen to him, but the fact that while he had tried to get himself away from Amelia, she may have gotten away from him.

He ran towards the door, and outside, but found nothing at all that would resemble Amelia, and returned home aghast.

He had lost her...

Soft plucking of strings drew him upstairs though, sounding like those of his own guitar.

He didn't know what he had expected to find, but whatever it had been, he couldn't have imagined this. His father sat on his bed, head hung low, inching slightly away from the figure clothed over in white, as his fingers brushed over Javi's black, acoustic guitar, that one instrument he had fought with his dad to keep, in his own room, and had somehow succeeded.

"I'm so sorry, my boy..." the Warden said, to no one in particular.

"Dad?" A ray of hope sparked inside the black ranger, as he wondered if his dad had actually seen him.

"I... I could never give you love enough for both the parents... I failed miserably. And I know you hate me, because I never let you follow your passion..." he was crying now, "i just wanted what was the best for you, Javier, and now that you're... gone... I don't know if I'll ever be able to make things right... I failed, my boy, I failed." He bent over Javi's guitar, hugging it, as if it were the last remains of his son, "I wish I could tell you, in some way, just how much I love you"

Javi felt his heart melt, tears welling up in his own, unreal eyes, and he kneeled in front of his father, his head on the Warden's thigh, sobbing with him, "I'm sorry too, dad," he muttered, "i never hated you..." he now knew that his father may never hear his voice, his words again, but he continued anyway, wishing for a miracle, "i just, got angry, at times... I'm still so sorry I ever argued with you dad... but whatever it was, I loved you too. I still do... and if you ever see me again, I promise I'll never, ever say anything bad to you. I love you dad, I love you" he closed his eyes tightly, and Warden Garcia let out a choked sigh, "that girl, she said that your ghost... was around, I mean I don't believe in bullshit like that, but there's nothing else I can do, Javi, she said you came to the house with her. If you're still here, I just want you to know, I love you, and I'm sorry..."

It hadn't even been twenty four hours to his death, and so many things had happened. Javi wasn't sure if he'd be able to believe it all...

What if all this was only just a dream?

Amelia's voice reminded him, all of a sudden, that it wasn't. Warden Garcia looked up, as did Javi, to see her standing in the doorway.

"Did you fi— find him?" he stuttered, obviously referring to Javi, and she nodded, "I thought he'd gone out, but I didn't find him... he was right here" she pointed to Warden Garcia's lap, to his feet, and Javi knew it, she could still see him. And that she was the only person who could.

"You know" Warden Garcia coughed, to clear his voice, "I still don't believe you"

If you didn't believe her, dad, why did you cry all alone, in my room? Why do you need to hold such a strong facade? You KNOW, that you can let it go, at times, don't you? Javi thought to himself, not speaking a word, to either of them, just watching how his father would react. You just cried, you told me that because of your pride, you never told me how much you loved me, you never even knew me, dad, because you faked a mask, I faked a mask... and even now, you're still holding on to it... why, dad? Why...

Amelia shook her head, "he's there, sir, whether you believe it or not," she said, her voice coldly still, and Javi was surprised to hear it. There was no pleading tone in her voice, no desperation. She knew, right now, that everything she believed was actually true, and the boost in confidence, that he noticed taking her over, it made him shudder. He was starting to like this form of her...

Javi watched Amelia extend a hand towards him, as if beckoning him to take it. Javi got up, he didn't know if his father would feel anything, but he came closer to Amelia, and actually took her hand, watching as a feeling of relief washed her over, following his gait with her gaze, fixating, at his hand in hers, although she couldn't feel him, she watched him take her hand, and smiled at him.

Warden Garcia stared at her, as if she had gone insane, her hand clasped around invisible air, surety in her eyes, as she looked at something that he couldn't see, couldn't comprehend, and in a moment, he felt the belief... in her words... and he realised he was so distant from his son. Warden Garcia, for the first time, in a long time, felt alone.

Amelia walked out with what appeared to be, her hand in Javi's, and warden Garcia just let them go.

If only he could ever get a second chance, if he could do it all again... he'd try to...

Oh what he wouldn't do... if only he had a second chance.

"Do you feel bad about what your dad said?" Amelia asked, when they were out onto the cold road, Javi shook his head, "he told me he loved me... and that he was sorry for everything he hadn't said to me..." Javi confided.

Amelia didn't reply, just nodded, a small smile around her lips.

"What happened?" It was an odd moment to be smiling.

"Nothing, I just realised that you don't value someone till they're gone from your life..." she said, looking at the skies, that had started to look almost dark, while dusk settled in, making way for the night. Both of them stayed together, her hand still invisibly wrapped around his, neither actually feeling the touch except the warm-cold sensation that was quickly becoming more and more familiar with every passing minute.

That was when they were interrupted, her communicator beeping loudly, and both of them bent down to look at their entwined hands, hers with the morpher, his, without... A feeling of emptiness taking him over.

Amelia pulled her hand away, to respond, "Hey?" It was Aiyon.

"It's Ollie. He's wounded! He had a fatal attack!" his voice was filled with panic, "We went to his place, to get his opinion, and like, we found no one there." he ranted, "and then we asked some people here and there, they had taken him to a hospital! He's wounded, really really bad, and like" Aiyon took a break for a second, to breathe, then continued panicking, "they, he, they say something some sort of energy blast hit him? He's like, wallowed out," he was still panting, and freaking out, "I don't know, maybe it was a sporix? Dr. Akana is in shock she's not saying anything, just sitting by Ollie!"

Amelia had turned pale, Javi was stunned, Zayto suddenly added in, from behind Aiyon, "He's not fatally wounded, Aiyon is being dramatic. But he's hurt, badly. He'll be fine, don't worry, just come soon"

Amelia nodded, muttering something intelligible, and cut the call.

Javi stared at her, "You... lied to me?" he seemed hurt, betrayed, and at a complete loss of words.

But it wasn't those words that took Amelia by surprise, it was the hurt, and the spite that coated the ones that came next, "for Ollie?" 

Javi's hands are glowing again, just like they had when he had punched a hole through Ollie, the same maddened frenzied look taking over his eyes, his emotions spiralling out of control again.

For the first time in her life, Amelia Jones felt scared of the ghost of her best friend.

"What else did you lie about, Amelia? Did you lie about not hating me? Did you lie about the literal demon I've become?" He asked, he was shaking, and Amelia knew if she would start backing away, at that moment, Javi would probably kill her, without control. He may cry and repent later, but he'd kill her... or at least send her into the hospital like Ollie...

Her mind was reeling, trying to think of ways she could calm Javi down. Javi was silent, he just glared at her. The fear must've been very apparent on her face, because even the ghost seemed to spot it, and she saw her own expression mirrored in his form.

Then he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, and she was relieved to note the energy dissipating, and Javi— his ghost anyway— returning to normal.

"I shouldn't have done that... I almost lost control, again" she watched as those strange ghostly tears started streaming down his face again, "I don't, I don't even know who I am, Amelia, I'm to blame. I did it to Ollie, he's... I'm a demon, I'm a murderer, I'm not... okay..." he broke down, head held in his hands, as he crumbled to the floor, in the middle of the street.

Amelia didn't know if she should be more relieved or concerned. She gathered herself for a minute, she had to be the sensible one here, and got to her knees, next to him, and told him, "Javi I think I figured it out..."

He looked up at her, bloodshot eyes, she continued, "you, when you get mad, when you get jealous, of Ollie, when you feel all those emotions, you, you glow, it's like it's some sort of dormant Morphin Energy that manifests outside of you, and that's what hurt Ollie... you're not your demon, Javi, you're not someone who would hurt someone on purpose... look, you contained your demons before they hurt me, didn't you? Why'd you do that? Because you are Javier Garcia," she soothed him, and he slowly whispered something that almost made Amelia's world stop.

Just a whisper, with a hint of regret, and guilt, and acceptance. He didn't mean it as a consolation. He meant it as an apology, a confession, and most of all, an explanation.

An explanation for everything he had done since he had become a ghost.

Something that had just occurred to him moments ago, but it explained everything he had been feeling, with regards to her.

"No," he said, with finality, "It's because... I love you, Amelia"