A/N: This takes place during the 2nd season finale; I was thinking what it would be like if you could hear Rick's thoughts, so I'm writing my own fanfic-episode. I know it's short, but this is it. Nothing more. I wrote it in 15 minutes in school when I was bored. I hope you enjoy:A/N
"Drive, now!" Melinda Gordon ordered her friend, Professor Rick Payne, to do. He took off as fast as he could. "Where are they?" He asked, "Where is Gabriel keeping them?" "The dedication. The children are supposed to do some kind of walk. I don't know. Can't this thing go any faster!?" She screamed in frustration. Rick didn't mind her snippy tone. He knew why she was acting like that. Death of a loved one was bad for her. No one knew what it would be. It might be the kids. Although, if it's Jim…. No! Bad thoughts! She'd be so upset if anything ever happened to him. Although, she would need a friend…. No, I couldn't wish anything so horrible on Mel. I really need to learn to keep my emotions under control. I also need to-
"Stop here! There they are!" Melinda yelled, pulling the professor out of his thoughts. Rick slammed on the breaks, and Melinda jumped out. She ran around the car and into the field.
The walk was beginning. The clouds above their heads were building. Then she saw him. Gabriel. Then they both heard the memorial tipping. Rick and she both looked up, then Melinda looked at Gabriel. He seemed unfazed, happy even. No! I can't believe he would hurt the kids! Is he really that heartless? Jim's here, would he hurt him? I wouldn't be able to help, not that I wouldn't want to. If it's that important to Mel, then all right. I wouldn't hurt her for the world. If Jim is who she wants, if he's who makes her happy, I'll keep quiet. I owe that much to Mel's happiness.
That's when it happened. The memorial started to fall. He saw Mel tear after the kids as if she were in slow motion. He saw the kids get pushed, and he knew the horrible, inevitable truth before it happened. He was horrified, rooted to the spot. He couldn't even yell for Mel to look out, not that it would have made any difference. He knew he was about to see his dream woman killed, right before his own eyes. He saw the statue fall and he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't do anything but think two words: Not Mel! He can't even remember his feet taking him racing over to his fallen love.