A/N: I know that I should be working on my other story but this one just popped into my head the other day and it won't leave! Okay, read on now please. By the way, I own nothing.

Chapter 1

Melinda Gordon was on her way home from her antique shop listening and singing along to the radio when it changed stations on its own and started to play "Alexander's Ragtime Band". Annoyed, she changed it back; but after a minute it went back to the other station. It went on like that for another five times before Melinda turned off the radio completely.

There was a peaceful silence for another minute before the radio turned itself on on its own. "Ugh!" Melinda grunted out in frustration. "I get it! What do you need from me?" she questioned. From a stranger's point of view it would look as if Melinda was talking to air; but really Melinda had the gift of talking to Earth-bound spirits. One of which wanted Melinda to take notice of it.

Melinda only received a light merry chuckle in response. Shaking her head Melinda finished her short journey home. Once inside she greeted her husband Jim Clancy, who was making their dinner. "Hey Mel," Jim greeted and gave Melinda a light peck on the lips as she passed by him to help prepare for dinner. "Anything new happen today?" he questioned. He knew about Melinda's gift and was referring to it.

"Ugh, yes," she stated taking the ingredients for salad out of the fridge. "An annoying ghost decided to play with my radio." Jim laughed silently. He knew how his wife felt when someone messed with her music.

"Ah come on, love," said a third voice in a thick Irish accent. Melinda jumped at the noise and looked over at the owner of the voice. "I was just havin' a bit o' fun. I haven' had much o' it fer the past ninety-eight years."

"Well that fun was annoying to me." Jim watched as Melinda interacted with what looked like air, but guessed that it was really the ghost from earlier. "Is there anything that you need me to do? Are you looking for someone?"

Melinda really looked at her new guest then. He was dressed in old worn clothes that looked to be from the early twenty's, late ten's. He had light red, short and curly hair and what looked to be a bullet wound over his heart. "Yeah, ya can lass," the ghost answered. "Imma lookin' fer me Lily." Melinda nodded.

"I can try, but first do you remember your name?"

"Oi! Forgive me, love. I am Tommy Ryan. Who are you?" Melinda laughed a little. It seemed that Tommy Ryan was a charmer in life and death.

"Melinda Gordon," she stated. "Now do you know that you're…" Tommy laughed.

"Love, I've known that I was dead the moment that the officer shot me." Melinda paled. I have the ghost of a criminal in my home, she thought.

"Melinda!" cried Jim. Something was wrong, he knew but he didn't know what. He made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

Tommy, seeing where Melinda's thoughts had gone quickly corrected himself. "No, no, lass," he sounded frantic trying to calm her. "I was shot by accident. Alright, Melinda, accident." The color started to return to her face then. "Ya okay, love?" Asked Tommy at the same time Jim asked if she was alright.

"Yeah," she answered them both. She turned to Tommy again but still kept herself in Jim's arms. "Okay, so you're looking for Lily?" Tommy nodded. "And you've been dead for ninety-eight years." Tommy responded with a "yup", popping the 'P'. Melinda tried to tell him what she thought as gently as possible. "You do know… that Lily might… not even be alive anymore?"

"I know that, lass. But I need to know that she lived and that she made a life fer herself," Tommy said sadly.

"Lived through what, Tommy?" Melinda asked. Tommy met her eyes, his blue ones shining with tears unshed.

"Titanic, love. I need to know if she lived through it."

Tell me if ya'll want more.

-Victoria