Author Note: Once again I don't own nothing. So I tested this out first, to see how people would react before I posted it here. So I hope you like this sort of thing. Like to thank Jessie, and Mona and Laurie, as well as Luke for listening to me complain. ;) Same thing goes to Arden as well, for reading it over and again listening to me.

You can some what blame this fanfic from watching to many "Sixth Sense, and Frighteners to Stir of Echoes." This fanfic has been sitting in my data banks, haven't really messed with it, then watching those movies sparked my muse and I wanted to start up on it.

This one should be fun though I think if I keep up with it and keep my muse alive. I have another fanfic following behind this one, and its going to be a mammoth just by what I want to do with it…anyways enough of my useless babbling! Enjoy!

Spoilers: Takes after More Monsters.

P.S. If you see any spelling mistakes, pretend there not there!

Chapter 1

To die, that is something every human being will think about in his or her lifetime. It can be the scariest and hardest thing you will ever have to do. No matter how much money we put into it, try and alter our bodies to look younger, trying to cheat death mentally. But, we all still will eventually end up six feet under. It sucks actually to be one second alive talking, the next your worm fest. The only thing you are comforted by is if you believe in God and Heaven. An after life sort of speak, but if you don't, all you have to look forward to is nothingness, you just simply don't exist anymore, and how can you be happy when you think that?

But then there are some that die and never go to were ever they are suppose to, they miss the train sort of speak and all they have to do for eternity or however long the are there, is to try and scare the hell out of the living, if they can do it. But for the most part they are ignored, as people continue to carry out their pitiful lives not realizing the dead that walk around with them.

Most don't remember how they died, just that they are now in fact deceased and can't communicate with those that they loved in their lives. But for the ones that crossed over but were brought back from the brink of death it can change something in them. Open a door and allow them to see life in a whole different prospective.

Some tell relatives they saw ones that had passed on previously, others tell about heaven and what they had experienced, but there are a few that come back that are even more special. They see stuff that others are blind to, that would probably never want to see in their lifetime, are able to now see those that use to walk the earth but now are stuck in limbo. You can either embrace it and accept it, or fight it. Which one would you choose? Both are going to be difficult, but always in the back of your mind you will always know, your life is completely and utterly different to the previous one you use to live. Something that is never easy to accept, no matter who you are.

"Hey Guys." It only took a second for Bosco to connect that voice to register what that could mean. Only a few times in their partnership has Bosco ever had to hear that voice, and it was the 'holy shit we are about to be killed,' and as he turned around to see what was going on behind his back, he saw the AK-47.

It wasn't him thinking, it was him reacting as he pushed Faith down to the floor as the bullets began to spray throughout the waiting room. He felt pain as his body immediately reacted to the assault of the bullets tearing into him, creating holes that are not meant to be inflicted on a human body.

He remembered waking up for a second, with the doctors talking in such alien language it was hard to understand what they could possibly be saying, so he figured it was okay to go back to sleep, and then he didn't know anymore.

"Moe..come on Moe."

Bosco knew that voice, he knew it and yet he could barely put his finger on it. He shouldn't be hearing that voice his self-conscious thought, it couldn't be because that was his brother. His brother been, but he refused to allow himself to go any further on that reflection.

Slowly but surely he opened his eyes, and immediately closed them again.

"Damn man, its to bright in here."

Mikey snickered, and a part of Bosco almost wanted to cry. He wanted to hear that so badly, to hear his brother laugh, to hear him just talk. You really never know how much somebody means to you until there gone and you can't tell them all the stuff you'd put off, saying you had the next day, or the day after that. People tend to think in years, not days, or even hours, it would be harder to.

Opening his eyes slowly this time Bosco looked up at Mikey who was just standing there with the biggest grin on his face as though he'd won the lottery and was spending it on a hooker fest. Putting his hand out, Bosco grabbed it and picked himself up.

Mikey looked different, and it wasn't some big changes to him, it was tiny things that made him a different man, or soul or whatever Mikey was now. His hair wasn't standing widely anymore; it looked nice and combed, as though he had taken the time to wash it, which he rarely ever did. A sparkle in his eyes now that wasn't ever there, he now looked generally happy, all that life had done him wrong had been washed away and nobody could hurt or touch him ever again. He was pure as could be, the way he was born before life took him and turned him upside down.

"Your not suppose to be here." Mikey said this with now a smile that made Bosco want to smack him now, just take his hand and hit him upside the head to knock it off of him.

Bosco blinked his eyes slowly in confusion as it now was written all over his face, not understanding the meaning of this, if he wasn't suppose to be there, then why was he there? That made no sense really, was he meant to be in hell? Had he really screwed up most of his life to belong in hell, that he wasn't rewarded to be in heaven?

"No, you don't belong there, and you don't belong here either, not yet at least." Mikey saying as he read his older brother's thoughts, not wanting him to think that he belonged in such a dreadful place, Moe didn't merit that kind of damnation.

Looking down, somewhere Bosco couldn't see, Mikey looked up a little worried now but a light smirk came to his lips.

"Late like always. When it is your time I'll be waiting right here for you, so long Moe."

All the things Bosco wanted to tell him, say that he was sorry that e allowed him to be killed that he didn't protect Mikey like he was suppose to, or just say he loved him, nothing would come out. He was falling, that's all he knew, and he couldn't stop it. He was skydiving without a parachute and then he felt his entire body jerk and then blackness and he knew nothing else.

The doctor looked at the monitor as the slight beeping sound made it through the room echoing off the walls, a nice sound to hear when the machine had just registered his heart had stopped and the patient had tried to slip away from them.

"Come on, let's get him stable, I don't think he can take another heart failure."

Working hard they continued on with the delicate surgery, watching his readouts very carefully, nothing would be worse then to lose the patient now after they gotten him so far all ready. It was well into the night when they finally had finished and were sending him to the recover room to rest and hopefully and eventually would be able to wake up.

As the doctor threw the bloody rubber gloves into the trash and took off his gown that was to covered in the officer's blood he watched as they wheeled him out and shook his head. A part inside the back of his mind was nagging ferociously and he wondered, had they done the right thing? It only be a miracle if that man could walk, talk, and do the same things he once did, a miracle because that man wasn't going to be the same ever again.

(Few Weeks Later)

Bosco heard talking and this talking wouldn't stop; it would halt for a few moments as the person collected their thoughts and then it would start right back up again. He wanted to tell them to rest a bit, they sounded anxious and almost tired, but he recognized that voice not even sure why but he did, and it soothed him. With his eyes still closed, he tried to bring up his arm and tell them to stop, but when he gave the command, nothing. Not even a twitch. 'Great,' Bosco thought 'now my own body hates me.'

A slight panic began to welled up into him, why wouldn't anything move? He had to figure this out, so he tried just his eyes and they slowly but surely began to crack open. At first it was hard, trying to take in all the light that he had kept shut out for so long, but as his eyes began to register objects that before were shaded dark, he realized there was a woman sitting in front of him.

He recognized this woman, but not sure where he had seen her. She looked tired, and lonely and a hint of being scared was behind those woman's eyes and for some reason Bosco wanted to comfort her. He never got the chance; because the minute she noticed he was awake she began to shower him with kisses and yelling for the doctor to come into the room.

In his haze he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on and then it was like a ton of bricks had hit him all instantly, all the images had swarmed back into his head. He'd been shot, he could have died, no he did die. Did he? It was like a dream, a very hard dream to try and explain to somebody but you know deep down that it couldn't have been a dream, or so you hope it wasn't. Bosco knew he had talked to Mikey, or maybe he just made Mikey up?

He really didn't have much time to contemplate this any longer because the doctor walked in, and began asking him ridicules questions that he didn't want to answer. Was he comfortable? Hell no he wasn't, he was laying in a hospital bed feeling like the mummy with all his wrappings on him, he couldn't go up to go the bathroom on his own free will and his entire body was tired and hurting. Now really, what kind of question is that anyways, are you comfortable? Bosco let out a small laugh in his head but on the outside he was showing a complete blank face.

Bosco tried to concentrate but it was just getting harder and harder to try and to stay awake and listen to the doctor and his mother, he felt so tired but something caught his attention outside of his door way, a really disturbing image. Even as his vision began to blur and darken around the corners, he could see this man was jabbering away about something only God knows what, but the thing that was wrong was this man was bleeding all over the place and nobody seemed to be paying him any attention. It wasn't like he was there, nurses walked right on by him as he dripped his life's essence all over the place and all Bosco could think was, what in the hell was wrong with these people?

He tried so very desperately to speak out loud about this, trying to tell them something was seriously wrong and this man needed medical attention. But the energy had spent just keeping his eyes open, was gone and he slowly but surely drifted away again.

The doctor and Rose looked down at the officer and then walked out of the room, not seeing the man Bosco had tried so very hard to get them to pay attention to, he wasn't there. That same man had been brought to Angel of Mercy and died there in the ER. Apparently when he walked out into traffic the car had won the round.

TBC….

Hoped you like a story like this. If its been done sorry, …and later ;)