Halfas Actually Do Have Lairs, But As They Are Only Halfas, They Don't Know How To Find Them.

Halfas actually do have lairs, but as they are only Halfas, they don't know how to find them.

Vlad has one, Dani has one, Dan has one, and Danny has one. Danny and Dans are separate, and out of all the Halfas only Dan knows where his is.

After all, for a period of time, he was a full on ghost.

Dan and other ghosts warn Danny and Dani that when they find their lairs, they'll have to start from the ground up. The door is the first stage, and when a lair gets big enough it can expand beyond the door. However, the ghost must build the home in their lair. The door opens to an island floating in a void, but it's up to the ghost who owns it to build the "house" so to speak.

Walkers had started out as a replica of his Office from his life, and then grown into the massive prison Danny had been trapped in. Skulker's had started out as a small hut in a jungle, and grown into the fortress he kept all his "prizes".

One day, Danny is exploring the Ghost Zone when he comes across a door that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, is his.

It's on someone else's lair, weirdly enough, but that door belongs to Danny.

He opens the door, expecting the lair to be unkempt or wild, something he'll have to work on as a fixer upper, but...it's orderly. It's not what he could have or would have expected.

It's a field in permanent night, with the Aurora Borealis shining down and illuminating the ghostly mimicry of plants below it. There's...there's a house? It looks old fashioned.

He wanders in, and there's little bits and bobs lining hand-made shelves.

It's a small cabin, decorated with various random stuff loosely related to space. There's stars notched into the wooden ceiling rafters, the bed posts are carved to look sort of like rockets, like whoever had done it wasn't too sure how to work with ecto yet.

He leaves the cabin and takes stock of the island, looking closer.

It looks like there's...a field? There's a field of some kind.

He flies closer, and realizes it's not a field. It's some kind of orchard? The trees being grown are a ghostly mimicry of Weeping Willows on one side and apple trees on the other.

He recognizes an attempt to breed a new kind of plant when he sees it thanks to Sam, and lands to walk in further.

The Weeping Willows get younger the further he goes in, and start to look very different. Their leaves start to glow at the tips, become speckled with spashes of purple and blue, and by the time he gets to the youngest one, it looks like a tree made of space.

The apple trees, too, were the result of someone's experiments. The youngest apple tree that's bearing fruit? Those apples are clear, like glass, with little glowing seeds in them, like a little glass ball with a fake galaxy in the center.

Someone, obviously, has not only been walking in and out of Danny's lair, but has been taking care of it. They've been preparing it for Danny, and they've done a pretty damn good job.

But who?

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When Jon Kent Sr died, he'd known immediately where his "lair" was. Naturally, after finding the door and preparing the land for planting, he decided to take a break by introducing himself to his neighbors.

But he only had one.

A flimsy purple door was next to his, and when he opened it, the land behind it was wild; an overgrown forest with an untamed clearing full of brambles. There was no one there.

He'd gone back to his own lair, confused. He'd continued altering and bettering his own lair, breaking free of the door's confines and making a fairly large island with a perfect replica of his home in Smallville.

The abandoned door stayed the same. In fact, it didn't move out of his lair's territory. It stayed on his land, a small door to an abandoned lair.

As a full ghost, he knew this wasn't normal. Lairs were supposed to move and give space to an expanding lair; it was one of the many, many ghost facts that any full ghost just knew upon formation.

So he felt bad.

Something was wrong with the lair, or the ghost that owned it.

He spent some time inside of it, tidying up clearing out debris. Took out the bramble patches. Removed some of the ghost plants that weren't looking quite right.

One day, after he'd finished his work on his farm and was heading into the abandoned lair to keep busy, he was stopped by an Ancient.

Not just an Ancient, but the Ancient of Time.

He found out...a lot of stuff. Some right sad stuff.

Thing's that didn't sit well with him.

The abandoned lair wasn't abandoned. It belonged to the ghost of a child with a space obsession. That ghost hadn't been formed right, and didn't know how to find his own lair.

The Ancient assured him that, in time, the little ghost kid would find it, so if he could put up with it on his land until said kid could understand how to move it, that would be much appreciated.

And. Well.

Jon is a bit of an empty nester.

Knowing that the owner was a kid? A lost one?

The Zone was big, he wouldn't be able to find a kid he didn't even know. Wouldn't know where to begin. He doesn't like that the Ancient clearly does and isn't helping, but that Ancient also promised to help keep the space kid safe.

So Jon's keep-busy projects got a little...involved.

He built a small cabin. Just a little starter thing so the kid wouldn't have to worry too much about a house; he could add on or get rid of it later.

And, well, the cabin wasn't enough. It needed some sprucing up! Jon had been a farmer from Kansas in life, and he knows a thing or two about whittling.

So he started carving some space stuff onto the ceiling beams. Carved some rockets on the posts for the bed he'd made from ecto.

Decided to pass the time by making a "welcome home" gift to the kid, but while he could build with ecto, his gift has always been to grow things.

He just...played around with some trees, splicing and breeding the ghostly qualities he wanted.

Tamed that clearing so that it would be safe and fun for a kid to run in.

Just in case, he decided he'd better add another room to the house in his own lair. Cuz, kids sometimes needed places to stay with adults present so they could feel safe. No other reason.

That room, also, was decorated with things about space as well as Jon could do it.

Then, one day, the door looks far more stable.

Jon nods to himself, finishes up his chores, and goes to finally greet his neighbor.