A/N: I decided to make a Jori version of my favorite fanfiction story ever! It is also entitled as To Speak for The Dead. So if you have time and you want to be spoiled, search it up, I hope you'll like it! And so now, I'm making a version of mine (in VicTORIous fandom) since it's a great story to share to you guys! I added a few twist of mine in the story but the essence is still the same, somehow. We'll see.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for some characters and the obvious. :)

Warning: Some characters are OC. Plus, sorry for my grammar and spelling errors. I did not proof read this, because I'm a lazy ass person. But if you see some, please indicate it in you review or something. Thank you! (I'm learning, and correcting me when I'm wrong is how I learn.)

To Speak for The Dead (Jori Style)

Chapter 1:

She can't describe the feeling, you know. Hm, let us describe it with surreal. Yes, surreal. She's not actually feeling anything, but the whole situation is just so surreal. She's just floating. It was kind a nice and… relaxing. Yeah, we shall put it that way.

"Tori! Oh my god, Tori! Someone, please help her! Save her! Oh god!"

Okay, that was not relaxing at all! She was having some time for herself and just floating when Trina just goes and blows the peaceful warmth around her.

She looks down – down? Yeah, that's right. Down. How'd she managed to get up to be looking down in the first place is something she was trying to think. And floating, what the chiz. She's up, floating and looking down at – Is that two girls making out on a beach!? She can recognize that this is in fact is a beach with white sand. Wait it is night time. Looking around, she came to a realization that she is up, floating, looking down, in a beach at night.

Anyway, she's looking down at the two girls making out. It is actually kind a hot… She notices that the one at the bottom has long tan legs, much like hers, and the one on top has black locks and pale skin. Scrunching her nose at the scene below her, she then realizes Beck runs up with a medium sized white briefcase. Ohhh – she's floating up higher now. Then the pale girl starts to move from the girl with tan legs – wait a minute! That's me! That is Tori Vega, indeed it is. How can she not recognize herself?

How the heck is that even possible? How can she be in two places at once? I'm also floating here! This is strange! This doesn't make any sense at all! Then, she sees the pale girl, which she recognizes as Jade West, open the white briefcase. Fudge it, Jade west was making out with me?! Now that's more surreal than me floating!

Then – whoa baby! – Beck is touching her (the other her!) chest! Damn it, why can't I feel that? Oh, what? Wait, Tori! He has a girlfriend! A girlfriend who was just making out with you! Jade then slaps his hand away from her chest and hands him a piece of paper. 'Read it,' she said to him. It can be 'read it' or 'hold it'. I am not very accurate with lip-reading. Oh, now Jade is touching her chest. Beck is instructing her on where to place these little round disks on various locations on her chest. First, Jade was kissing her and now she's touching her chest! What the hell is going on here!? This is just so strange, especially with the floating higher thing. Man, she wants to see what's going on! How can she do that if she keeps on floating away!

Now she can barely see what's happening with her, but she can tell that Jade and Beck stepped away from her and there were blue and red lights flashing around them.

Pain! Okay, aww! Suddenly, she's not floating anymore. Instead, she's been ripped out of the sky and shoved back in her body like a flash of lightning.

… … … …

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Tori Vega opens her eyes and cautiously looks around the room, quickly realizing that she's in a white room, a hospital room. Everything is very blurry in her memory. Night, beach, swimming, Cat wrapping her arms around her neck, falling in to the darkness, her lungs filling with water, pain in her chest, but relieved pressure around her neck, then there were screaming, people yelling, siren, and – waking up here. Something is tickling her nose and she reaches up and feels the rubberized prongs of the oxygen tube inserted into her nostrils.

"What happened?" she asks aloud to the empty room.

"I think I've lost my ring. Can you help me find it?" replies a female voice.

Eyes widening, she sits up on her bed to see an old, wrinkly woman standing at the foot of her hospital bed. She's wearing a blue dress with floral designs and she looks like she just got out of the retirement home.

"Uhm – Not trying to be mean or anything, but who are you?" Tori ask as she tries to sit comfortably with the thing on her nose.

"I did not mean to scare you, dear. I was in this room before you, you see. Let me introduce myself: I'm Johanna Johnson. And I've been asking around all day, but you're the only one who's taken notice of me."

Scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, she lets out an, "Oh."

"So you see, dear. I've been looking around for my wedding ring. It's really important to me and I need your help to find it," Mrs. Johnson said. "I'm sure I just left it here in somewhere."

Tori smiles brightly at the old woman and nods her head happily. She looks around the small room without moving from her bed. She doesn't see any ring, but she does see some balloons with 'Get Well Soon' and some purple and white roses on her bed side table. Aww, that's so sweet. On the other side of the room, on the table at the end of the small brown sofa that was leaning against a wall was a big balloon with a pouty picture of Cat with an 'I'm really sorry Tori' message below the picture. Oh Cat…

"Miss? Can you look a little harder? I don't think I have much time to…" Mrs. Johnson trails of looking at her with expectant eyes. Tori smiles shyly at the woman and apologizes for not being much help. She then removes her oxygen tube from her nose so she could reach up to the dresser beside her. She rummages around and she sees that under the Bible, is a small gold band.

"Hey, look," she exclaims, "I found it!"

Looking back to the woman, she realizes that she is not in front of her anymore. That's weird. Pocketing the ring, she walks toward the door and flings it open with the intention of searching for the mysterious lady to give her ring back. But as she was walking down the hallway, she is stopped by Andre, Beck and Jade.

Andre worriedly held her arm, "What are you doing out of your room?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't leave it yet, Tori. You're not well," Beck adds. Tori notice that two of her friends support really worried looks. Yes, Jade of course just stands there beside Beck, arms crossed, supporting a bored look on her face.

"I – I'm sorry… It's just, there is this old lady and I really have to give this back!" Tori say showing the gold band to her friends. "You must have seen her! She just left a few seconds ago."

"Tori, we didn't see anyone," Jade pointedly says.

"But – but that's impossible. I say her –"

Just then, a small, weasel-looking man wearing green hospital scrubs walks up.

"Excuse me. I work in the ... basement and I'm looking for something ... a piece of jewelry. It might have been left here by the previous ... resident. Do you mind if I take a look?"

"You mean Mrs. Johnson's wedding ring?" Tori ask while she holds up the ring for him to see.

"How – how did you know about that?" Weasel man asks, surprise.

"Well, Mrs. Johnson came to my room today and made me look for it."

Weasel suddenly goes pale. "But… that's impossible!"

Clearly annoyed, Jade then steps forward and grabs the ring Tori's holding. "Do you want the ring or not?" She asks, holding it up to the man's face.

"Of course", he says nervously as she drops the ring into his now sweaty palm. "I'll make sure he gets this back."

"Whatever," Jade says with a huff. She glances at Beck, who is giving her a disapproving look. Jade then mouthed, 'What?'

Weasel just looks at her strangely and then, scurries away.

"Oh wait! Sir!" Tori cries out but the man already turns right to the hallway, in a hurry to get away from them. She then looks around at her friends and her surroundings. She instantly feels a chill down her spine. "Creepy," she mutters.

"Yeah, he was," Andre whispers beside her.

Tori looks up at him by surprise, forgetting that he was there in the first place.

"What? No, not the weasel!" Jade snickers in agreement and Beck takes on a disapproving look. "All these other people," Tori indicates up and down the hallway. "They are weird."

"What people, Tori?" Beck asks, concern written across his face. "There is no one here except the nurse down at the other end… and us, of course."

Tori looks up at him with a weird look. "What are you talking about? There might be, at least, 30 people milling around here." She glances at Jade who was giving her a curious look her way. Andre then pats her head and starts to guide her to her room, "You need rest, Tor."

"Sure," Tori agrees vaguely. She doesn't understand what's wrong with them, but this hallway is creeping her out, so she's all for going back inside. Then, maybe she can figure out what's going on.

… … … …

Four hours later and we wish she had never figured what was going on. Her friends stayed for about half an hour and though she was oddly comforted by Jade's presence, yes Jade, she still found that her situation is creepy. Andre and Beck told her the whole story, of how she drowned and how Cat is really sorry about it. Jade… well, she just seated on the sofa giving her snarky remarks. And yes, that was actually kind a comforting for me. Since you know, Jade distracts me from seeing the weird kid playing solitaire at the end of my bed, or that scary man looking out the window.

She really appreciates that they visited her during their free period since visiting a friend in a hospital, who nearly died, is not a free period worthy activity. Unfortunately, Cat and Robbie doesn't have the same free period as them, but Andre said that they'll visit again, after classes.

Now, she's reading her black-painted history book so that she won't miss out the lesson while she's absent. She's right in the middle of the description of Merchants and Mercantilism when cold hands grips her arms.

She screams, drops the book, flings the PearPod away (she listens to music while reading. It helps her concentrate, try it), fully expecting to see Mrs. Masters from her third grade History class to be standing in front of her with a thumbs-up and a 'good-you-are-studying-while-you-are-in-the-hospit al-and-absent' smile.

Instead, she sees a tall, elegantly dressed man in front of her with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Ms. Vega, but I've been calling you for several minutes. I guessed you couldn't hear because of the music," he chuckles as he bend down to pick up her purple PearPod from the floor and hands it to her. The music can be heard coming from the earbuds.

Tori takes it with a smile, sighing in relief that he's not one of them when their hands brush. Turning the PearPod off, she looks at the man and asks him to sit down but he refuses.

"Oh, I should introduce myself. I'm Montague Forester", he announces with a flourish as he produces a small white business card which he presents to her.

She looks at it skeptically. "PSY Investigations?" she mumbles.

"Yes, you might have seen our infomercials on cable access."

"No."

"Be that as it may, I think we may be of some help to you. Oh, I should explain... we received a call on our toll free tip line from a Mr. Malcolm Reynolds. He reported a Class 3 interaction involving you which happened this morning."

"Malcolm Reynolds? I don't know any Malcolm Reynolds. Wait... does he look like a weasel?" Tori asks as she guesses who this Malcolm guy is.

"I don't know; we communicated telephonically. He works in the morgue, here at the hospital and he reported the Class 3 interaction between you and a recently deceased lady by the name of...", he pauses to check his small notebook.

"Mrs. Johnson?"Tori provides cautiously.

"Yes! That's it! So you did attempt contact with Johanna Johnson of the Eastview Retirement Village."

"I don't know where she lived. She just wanted me to help her find her wedding ring. She seemed like a nice enough old woman, so I helped her. And now this..." she dramatically indicates out to the empty room.

"What?" asks a puzzled Mr. Reynolds.

"You can't see them either? I thought since you're from this PSY place that you'd be able..."

"No. Unfortunately, I don't have the gift" he says with a sigh.

"Gift? You call this a gift? They won't leave me alone and it's creeping me out!"

"How ... how many are here?" Mr. Reynolds asks cautiously.

"Hmmm, four, no three. The fat guy left. There's a little kid playing solitaire at the end of my bed; an old lady primping in the bathroom mirror; and a sad man looking out the window, like he's waiting for someone to pick him up," Tori explains as calmly as she can.

"This is incredible! Have they tried to contact you?"

"The little kid asked me if I wanted to play Crazy-8's, but I ignored him."

"Oh, outstanding! You simply must come with me, Miss Vega. Your gift is truly remarkable. We need to study you more carefully, teach you how to control it better..."

"Whoa, whoa, and whoa! I don't want to be studied and I don't want to learn anything about this gift, unless it's how to return it."

"Return it? You don't understand how rare this is. It's remarkable. Well, I haven't found a Level Six Medium in over 25 years."

"I'm sorry I really can't and I really don't want to. My family's going to be taking me home soon and I'm going to forget all about this gift. And I'd like to start by forgetting about you. I'm sorry, sir. But I want to live a normal life. I'll just… ignore it or something."

The older man sighs deeply with resignation. "Okay, Ms. Vega but at least keep my card ... in case you need me."

"Uh – thank you I guess," Tori takes the card and used it as a book mark for her history book. But I will really try not to need you.

"Good bye, then," The man awkwardly wave and left the room. Tori turned her PearPod on and placed the earbuds in her ear, sighing and closing her eyes.

They'll go away. They'll go away soon.

I hope.

... ... ... ...

A/N: So what do you think? Is it awful? Is it good? Is it bad? Is it okay? Well, tell me of what you think! Oh, and I know you have some opinions in the pretty head of yours, so please, do write it in a review! :) Just right it down there, love! Do it! :)