The Whisperer

Rainbow Haired Girl

Summary: Brock Lovett calls upon a young woman to do a study of the Titanic with him. The young woman is Sabrina MacAlister an Irish-American who is a ghost whisperer or medium as people liked to call her. Brock wants to use her to see if there are still truly ghosts on the Atlantic from the Titanic. What she didn't expect was to meet Thomas Andrews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic. I only own Sabrina MacAlister.

Chapter 1

The Woman that Can Hear Ghosts

1994

Sabrina MacAlister is 25 years old and is a medium meaning that she could talk to ghosts when they were around her. A gift that sometimes she wish she didn't have. She had done work from all around the world and helped people get some peace of mind. She also had another gift that she never had the chance to use except for once and that was bringing someone back to life by giving a little bit of her energy to help them live again. She was able to get some of them to cross over when they had felt at ease that their lives were now completed.

She had just gotten off of work helping another ghost pass onto the other side. She was tired from the long day of work and was just wanting to relax from the day, but that wasn't to happen. The phone rang off of the hook. She groaned and got up off of her chair that she was sitting on. She walked over to her phone and picked it up. "Hello?" She said tiredly.

"Is this Sabrina MacAlister?" Asked a male voice on the other line of the phone.

"Yes, this is she." She said tiredly. "Who is this?"

"Hello I am Brock Lovett."

She smiled when she heard the name. "You are the one that is going under water to the Titanic to see what you can bring up to the surface am I correct." She said, not even knowing that had been on the television. One thing that she enjoyed was that she could foresee a few things before they happened at least what happened to her anyways.

"Yes, mam that would be me. We are hunting for a medium to be on this mission and we were wondering if you would fill the spot."

She smiled. "Well Mr. Lovett I would love to help with that."

"Can you get here tomorrow?"

"I am sure that I can get there. Tomorrow won't be a problem."

"Will you be willing to go under water with us?"

She blinked a few times when she heard that. "You mean in the subs?"

"Yes, mam."

She smiled. "I sure can. I will be there tomorrow at noon."

"Thank you Miss MacAlister you are a lifesaver."

She laughed lightly. "Just wait until the fun begins."

"I know. Have a good evening Miss MacAlister."

"You too Mr. Lovett."

"Bye."

"Bye." She said as she hung up the phone. She let out a sigh. "Why the hell did I agree to that? This is going to be the hardest damn job that I'll ever be on. So much hurt and pain. All those poor lost souls. Damn it all to hell. Now I really wish I didn't except this. I hope that this isn't going to cause me to turn into a crying basket case." She thought to herself as she began to pack for the trip. She made sure that she had enough clothes for the trip which this time was going to be for two weeks. She braided her long white blond hair back to keep it out of her pale blue eyes. She made sure that she had everything that she needed. She let out a tired sigh. "Mr. Lovett better appreciate this. I don't just do this for anyone." She muttered to herself as she crawled into her bed to get some much needed sleep.

The next morning her alarm went off and she rolled out of bed. She untied her white blond hair and walked into the bathroom. She got a quick shower and blow dried her hair and styled it into a bun and put two hair chopsticks to hold it into place. She changed into a black button up top that had short sleeves and a pair of black jeans. She slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. She went back to her room and grabbed her suitcase and headed to her car.

She got into her car and headed to the airport where they normally kept her car when she went on long trips. She got onto a helicopter and was on her way to AKADEMIK MISTISLAV KELDYSH a Russian research ship.

"Miss MacAlister we are here." Said the guy that was flying the helicopter.

Sabrina stood up and grabbed her suitcase. She carefully got off the helicopter her bangs whipping around in the wind that was caused by the copter.

Brock walked up to her. "Miss MacAlister so nice to finally meet you in person." He said shaking her hand.

"You must be Brock Lovett." She said with a smile.

"Come with me Miss MacAlister." He said leading her to a place where it was more quiet so they could hear each other. He introduced her to the crew of the ship that she was on.

"You know Mr. Lovett..."

"What?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"You didn't have to introduce me to the crew. I knew who they were before I got onto the helicopter."

"How is that possible?" He asked her surprised.

Sabrina let out a sigh. "That is one of my many gifts." She said looking at him. "When are we going on the first dive?" She asked looking at him.

"This afternoon." He said looking at her.

Sabrina nodded her head. "Alright. Did you bring anything up from the wreckage yet?"

"Yes, we did."

"I would like to see them." Sabrina said quietly.

"Yes, Miss MacAlister." He said, with a smile. "First let's get your things into your room."

Sabrina nodded her head. "I will take them there by myself I already know where my room is. I will be right back." She said as she walked to her room to put her things away. She placed the suitcase on her bed and she walked back to where she left Brock. "Lead the way to the room where the artifacts are." She said calmly.

"Right follow me." He said leading her to the room where they cleaned the artifacts. He held the door open for her to allow her inside of the room.

Sabrina went into the room and saw some of the artifacts that they found. She took a deep breath. "You do know if you want to know if the items are important I am going to have to hold them." She said softly.

"Why?" He asked.

"An ability that I have of being a medium. I can touch it and tell you if it belonged to one of the lost souls." She explained to him.

"Oh..." He said. He felt really stupid for not knowing that about some mediums. He then realized that he got one of the best mediums in the world that had helped thousands of people with ghosts.

Sabrina picked up an artifact that was a comb that belonged to someone on the ship. She closed her eyes. Memories from the comb flashed in front of her eyes. The person who owned it. She automatically dropped it and collapsed to her knees.

"What is it?" Brock asked her.

"I can't do this right now." She said softly getting up off of her knees.

"What did you see?"

Sabrina swallowed the lump that was in her throat. "Trust me... who owned that comb you don't want to know how the died on the Titanic." She said softly.

Brock nodded his head.

"I'll be ready when we go under. I just need time to regroup myself." She said with a small smile. She left the room. She knew that it wasn't going to be possible for her to regroup herself after what she saw. She would have to try again tomorrow with the item that she touched. She sat in her room and took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves.

7 months later

In one of the little subs Sabrina was looking out the window at the fallen Titanic. She over time had gotten use to hearing the screaming souls who had died on the Titanic. She had felt bad and had gotten sick on each trip that she had been on for the first six months. Now into the seventh month it wasn't as bad as any of the other times that she had been down.

"Miss MacAlister we are going to use the Snoop Machine. Do you want to watch the screen?" Asked Brock.

Sabrina carefully got up as a man with curly blond hair was working the machine. "What room are we in this time? Never mind don't answer that." She said closing her eyes for a moment. "We are in Thomas Andrews room aren't we?"

"Yes, we are." Brock said, knowing fully well enough what her gifts were.

Sabrina looked at the screen carefully. "All be god damned." She said pointing at the screen. "If I ain't mistaken those might be the blueprints for the ship." She said softly.

Brock looked at her in shock.

That day they had gotten a roll of papers which Sabrina had said were the blueprints for the ship and a few things that belonged to Thomas Andrews. They arrived back up onto the surface once again to look over the items that they got this time.

Sabrina had opted out of cleaning the items because she felt three new ghosts aboard the ship. She walked out onto the deck and it was midnight while everyone else was asleep. She saw the Captain of the ship. "Captain Edward Smith." She said softly.

Edward turned his head to see Sabrina standing there. "You can see me?"

"Yes, I can."

"Are you dead?" He asked looking at the white blond haired Irish-American woman.

Sabrina shook her head. "No, I am not dead Captain Smith." She said softly.

"How can you see me and no one else can?"

"A lot of people won't be able to see you." She explained. "I only can see because I am a medium."

"A medium?" He asked confused.

Sabrina let out a sigh and slowly began to explain what a medium was to him. She lightly touched his cold shoulder.

"Mediums can touch ghost?"

Sabrina shook her head. "Only few can." She said softly. "I am one that can." She took a deep breath. "If you want me to I can send you onto the afterlife."

"The afterlife?"

"Do you want to go to heaven?"

Edward nodded his head. "How long have you been sending ghosts to heaven from the Titanic?"

Sabrina looked up into his blue eyes. Her eyes matched his own. "For the last six months." She said to him. "You will be the 400th one I've sent in the last six months. Some decide to wait to find out what they have unfinished in life. I still have seven on board that are figuring out what is unfinished in their lives. Are you one that has unfinished business?"

"How do I know if I have unfinished business?" He asked her confused.

Sabrina closed her eyes. "Give me your hand." She said softly.

Edward did what she had asked him too.

"A full life was lived. You did what you loved. You were truly happy with your wife and daughter..." Sabrina took a deep breath. "You are ready to move on." She said opening her eyes.

Edward looked at her. "What of my wife and child?"

"They lived full lives." Sabrina said softly.

"Thank you."

Sabrina smiled a small sad smile. She let go of his hand. She backed away from him.

"Captain Smith..." Said a man with an Irish accent.

"Mr. Andrews..."

Sabrina whirled around and looked into the eyes of Thomas Andrews.

"Captain Smith what is going on?" He asked the Captain of the Titanic.

"She is sending me to heaven. I don't have any unfinished business here." He said softly.

"Are you ready Captain Smith?" She asked softly a hint of an Irish accent was there even though she was an Irish-American.

"Yes... but before I go can I have your name?" He asked her for the final request before he went to heaven to be with the others.

"My name?" She said softly. "My name is Sabrina MacAlister."

Edward nodded his head. "Thank you."

Sabrina nodded her head. She closed her eyes and with a wave of her hand a bright light appeared. She opened her eyes. "They are waiting for you." She said softly.

"Who?"

"The ones I have sent before you. All the ones that have died on the Titanic I have sent are waiting. Go." She said softly.

Edward nodded his head. "I hope to see you there soon Mr. Andrews."

Thomas nodded his head. He watched Captain Smith go into the bright light and disappeared.

Sabrina chocked back a sob and collapsed to her knees. She was tired from the sending.

Thomas looked at her in confusion. "What are you?"

Sabrina looked up at him. Her pale blue eyes locking onto his light brown eyes. "What do you mean what am I?"

"How could you send someone. No normal human can see the dead."

Sabrina shook her head. "I am a medium."

Thomas kneeled down next to her. "You're tired. You should rest." He said standing up.

"Rest is for the weary." She said standing up slowly only to wobble a bit before collapsing again.

Thomas caught her before she fell. He was surprised. "How can I touch you?"

"I am a special medium. There is probably only 20 who are a live in this day in age that can touch ghosts." She said tiredly.

"You're exhausted. You should rest. We will talk in the morning. I want to know how it is that I am here and not where I was before." He said to her.

"Right." She said softly.

"Tell me how to get to your room."

Sabrina slowly walked with him to her room. Once she got to her room she grabbed a few items and disappeared into the bathroom changing into her night clothes. She came out revealing a tattoo on her ankle. She got into the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Thomas didn't say a word when he saw a purple rose tattoo on her left ankle. He would ask her later what year it was. He watched her drift off to sleep. He looked at the photos that Sabrina had in her room.

There was a picture of her leaning against a rail at a school building which was a college that she went to when she was a few years younger then what she was now. The picture next to it was a picture of what he took a guess were her parents and next to that which he took a guess was her grand parents. He noticed a picture that looked familiar to him. He saw that it was a couple with a 10 year old son with them which looked like the grandfather in the picture that was next to this one. He knew those people.

"I see you met my great granddaughter." Said a male voice.

Thomas turned around in shock. "Robbie MacAlister?"

Robbie nodded his head. "Yes, it's been a while old friend." He said with a thick Irish accent.

"This is your great granddaughter?"

Robbie nodded his head again. "Yes, she is." He smiled as he looked down at her. "She has a special gift. I saw that she sent the Captain tonight and saw you bring her in here."

Thomas looked at the fellow Irishman. "What do you think of your great granddaughter having such a gift?"

Robbie shrugged his shoulders. "I think it is an amazing gift to have, but she is haunted by it."

Thomas looked confused. "What do you mean by she is haunted by it?"

"How old do you think she is just by looking at her?" Robbie asked looking back at his great granddaughter.

"She looks 35..." Thomas said looking at the 25 year old woman.

Robbie shook his head. "That's where you would be wrong."

Thomas looked over at him in surprise. "What do you mean by that?"

"She looks 35 when she really is 25 years old. Having this gift makes it hard on her. She's aged drastically when she came out here. With her being a medium and all the tragic deaths on the Titanic has aged her." He said as he looked down sadly at her. He saw her brows furrowing. He let out a sigh. "I wish she didn't come out here." He said softly. "I know she is doing good for us, but she is doing harm to herself being out here."

"How long have you been on this ship then?"

"A good three months." He said softly. "I don't want to leave her. I want to make sure that she makes it through this alright before she sends me."

Thomas looked at the 25 year old again. "How can she tell if the spirit is ready to leave this world?"

"She can tell by one touch of the hand. If you have unfinished business you have to figure it out and then once you do she can send you." Robbie explained.

Sabrina shot up screaming scaring the two of them. Sweat drenched her pale form.

"Brina..." Robbie said, softly to his great granddaughter.

Sabrina hunched her body over taking deep breaths. "I am fine great grand da." She said softly a thicker Irish accent was evident in her voice.

"You had another nightmare of the Titanic didn't you?"

She looked at him and smiled weakly. "When don't I?"

Robbie shook his head. "You should leave the ship for a few days... get some real sleep."

"Mr. Lovett needs me here great grand da. This is the only job that I have until it is finished."

"What do you have to gain from this?" Thomas asked her.

"What do I have to gain? Nothing. I have nothing to lose either. I just want to help put them to rest." She said softly. "It's what I do."

Thomas didn't say a word.

Sabrina looked at her clock and let out a sigh. "I need to get back to sleep."

"We will leave you lassie for you to get some rest." Said Robbie as he put his hand on Thomas's shoulder.

Sabrina smiled.

"Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow sometime. Good night." Robbie said disappearing along with Thomas in a puff of smoke.

Sabrina laid back down on the bed and tried to get back to sleep maybe this would get easier for her, but she highly doubted that one.

This is the end of Chapter 1 of The Whisperer. Please review to tell me what you think of it.