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Thanks: A lot to Sina for the last minute speed beta! Dankjewel Schat!

A/N: This is my first Ghost Whisperer fic, I hope I stayed true to the characters. Anyway, I hope I did well and I hope you'll like it. I would appreciate some feedback... Thanks!

New A/N: IMPORTANT: This fic was originally hosted on my other account, but due to the lack of updates on that one (simply because I forgot I had it) I put it on here, so I hope to remember to update it more often. So this isn't stolen, it's mine. You can always mail me through my other account for verification. Enjoy reading ;)


It was still early in the morning when Melinda Gordon opened the door of her antique shop. Andrea wasn't there yet, she had called yesterday that she would come in later because she had to visit her dentist. Melinda momentarily shuddered at the thought of a dentist appointment but then closed the door behind her. Now she would at least have time to do some administration, because usually she forgot about it once she was talking with Andrea.

With a sigh she started the computer, grabbed the bills from the desk and opened them, gas, electricity, water. 'Again so much? What, do they think I'm rich?' Just when she was about to open her banc account to make the transfers, she heard a whisper, coming from the store. She looked at her watch, she didn't expect Andrea for an hour. 'I'm sure I locked the door on my way in.' She decided to just ignore what she had heard and turned back to the computer screen. But not much time later she heard it again… It was a woman's voice… Now she was almost sure she would have some business to do. 'Those spirits really do have a screwed timing.'

Curiously she shoved her chair backwards and stood up. She held still next to the desk, her hand on the smooth surface. Her heart was beating so loud, she could feel it in her throat. It wasn't like she was afraid of meeting the spirit, she had met so many of them before. But she didn't know what the spirit would look like, sometimes they did look pretty scary. Carefully she placed her right foot in front of her left, her heel making a soft tapping noise on the hard floor. Her hand left the safe surface of the desk as she walked into the direction of the shop more confidently.

She softly cleared her throat, to let the spirit know somebody was there. Then she rounded the corner and saw a woman, in the middle of the shop. Melinda couldn't see her face, because the woman had her back turned towards her.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" Melinda asked, her voice a little shaky.

The woman turned around and Melinda couldn't help but stare at the woman's face. There was something so familiar about her. The dark long hair, the blue eyes. It wasn't only the fact that it seemed as if she was looking in the mirror, although the color of the eyes was out of place. But there was something about the woman, something Melinda couldn't quite place. The woman stared at Melinda just as intensively, and Melinda saw of faint trace of recognition, the woman kept staring, as if trying to look through her. "Can you see me?"

All Melinda could do was nod. She couldn't form words just yet. 'I know her… I know her… I know her…' She was repeating it all over in her head. She just couldn't make out how she knew the woman, although she was desperately browsing through her memory. 'Somebody I know from high school? No. Customer from the antique shop? No.' Melinda could go on for hours like this, but then the woman pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Why doesn't anybody else see me?"

Melinda shook her head slightly, as if waking up in the middle of a classroom while the teacher was snapping his fingers in front of her face. She was momentarily dazed, but composed herself fairly quickly. With hesitation she looked at the woman again and started to speak.

"From since I was a little girl I knew I had the power to talk to the death… earthbound spirit's, that's how my grandmother called them." Melinda softly smiled at the remembrance of the family member. "She told me that they were people who still had things to do here on earth, before they could cross over. She helped them with that, and I do too…"

"So… you're saying I'm dead?" The woman asked slowly.

Melinda nodded. "You can't remember?"

The woman shook her head and then disappeared in front of Melinda's face. She didn't say goodbye, and didn't even finish the conversation, she was just… gone. 'Well, I've certainly met spirits with better manners.' Melinda thought to herself for a moment, before falling back in trying to remember how she knew the woman. The face was so familiar, and Melinda hated it that she couldn't figure it out. She remained standing there in the middle of the shop, with her eyes closed, losing track of time.

That was exactly how Andrea Moreno found her, about 45 minutes later. She didn't see Melinda at first, because she looked down. She walked in, her hand on her cheek, mumbling. "I'm never going to that stupid dentist again, he's such a –" Andrea lifted her head and held still, looking at Melinda.

"Melinda?"

No reaction.

She called out her name again and softly touched the woman's shoulder, which made her head snap up. "What? Oh, hey Andrea. How was your dentist appointment?" Melinda forced a smile and went to move some things around in the shop-window. The old antique clock was moved a few inches to the left, and a small black bedside table was pulled out of the shop-window, and moved back to the left wall. She added some vases and looked around.

"My back tooth hurts more than it did before, I'm not going there again. And then he even dares to ask so much money… for what… torturing me!"

Melinda laughed at little at Andrea's expression. But Andrea didn't laugh, she looked worriedly at Melinda. They way she acted worried her, the forced smile, the laughing. It seemed like something had happened, something Melinda didn't want to tell her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, softly placing her hand on Melinda's shoulder to get her attention. "You seem distracted. Should I call Jim to pick you up?"

"No no no, I'm fine. Really!"

Andrea let out a sigh. "You should go home and get some rest, I'll run the shop for today. You know I can do it. And you know you need the rest, so go…"

She only nodded and left the shop 20 minutes later, after giving Andrea loads of instructions. Andrea had merely nodded, thinking to herself: 'I know Melinda, I know…'

When Melinda got home she locked the door behind her and hung her jacket over the coat rack. The house still smelled like paint, because Jim had been giving the hall a new color. Their house was all but done, but Melinda didn't mind. As long as they were dry and warm, she didn't care about the mess. Although now the smell hurt in her nose, and she received a headache.

Opening some drawers in search of the medication, she started to feel light headed. 'Screw medication…' She thought to herself as she opened the door to the bedroom and let herself fall on the huge queen sized bed. Sleep came fast and soon she was caught in a very odd dream. She didn't hear Jim come home and lay beside her, she was already off to the land of sweet dreams, although it wasn't sure she would get sweet dreams today.


/Start of dream/

Melinda felt how she became light as a feather while walking through the open flower field. In the rays of the sun she could see the white chapel, it was made of wood and looked peaceful –almost angelic- in the light. Her husband Jim was standing in front of it, wearing his tux, in which he looked –in her opinion- very sexy. He is smiling at her and when she reaches him, he lifts her up and kisses her softly. "Hey darling, where have you been?"

Before she can answer she feels how the world around them starts spinning and they fall onto the wooden floor. Around them all the guests of the wedding. The cake is still intact, looking like a statue, never to be cut.

"Melinda, congratulations!"

When she turns around she is standing face to face with Dan, Jim's brother. The first meeting had been a week after his death, and she had tried to hide it from Jim. But eventually he caught her talking to 'somebody' and she had to tell him. Since that Dan dropped by regularly to check up on his little brother.

"Hey Dan, nice to see you again." She looked at Jim, who was dancing with his mother.

"How is he?" Dan asked, his voice sounding a little concerned.

"Just like he was when you last visited Dan, nothing is going to change now…"

"Melinda, I can't leave him like this." Dan looked at his brother.

"Dan, you have to, please." She started to get desperate.

At this Dan disappeared, he always did when they reached a serious point in the conversation, like now. She let out a deep sigh, which seemed to be coming from deep within her. She closed her eyes for a minute when she felt two warm hands, gripping her around her waist. She smiled and leaned back, against the strong chest of her husband.

"Honey?" Jim's low voice sounded in her ear, his hot breath in her neck.

"Hmmm?" She leaned back some more, enjoying the sweet assault he was giving to her ear.

"There's someone I would like you to meet."

Melinda slowly opened her eyes and turned around in Jim's embrace. "Sure."

Jim released her and turned around, taking the hand of a woman that was standing beside them. He pulled her closer to them, so they could talk. Melinda looked at her, the long hair, the blue eyes, the heart shaped face… She started to feel dizzy, although she didn't know if that was possible in a dream. Her head started spinning and she felt so warm all of a sudden.

"Melinda, this is Jaysea Walker. Jaysea, this is Melinda Gordon, my wife." He smiled at Melinda and kissed her hand.

Jaysea smiled. "Pleasure to meet you."

Melinda stuttered a little, she couldn't find the words to ask what she wanted to ask. "Uhm… how exactly do you two know each other? Were you colleagues, or class mates?"

Jaysea looked sideways at Jim before answering. "Jim and I have had a relationship for about five years, we stopped seeing each other after I moved to New York, our relation bled to death. I'm happy to see he's finally settled now."

/ End of dream /


'His ex…' Was all Melinda could think of when she woke up a few hours later, bathing in sweat. 'I wonder why she came to me…'


TBC?