Disclaimer: I don't own Ghost Whisperer- I just enjoy watching it, and making stories about it!
A/N: This is my first Ghost Whisperer fic, go easy on me if it sucks!
This takes place after the episode where Melinda tells Delia about her gift.
Melinda opened the door outside, where her grandmother was sitting on the porch.
"You wanted me, grandma?"
"Come here, Melinda. I need to tell you something."
Melinda sat down on the bench next to her grandmother.
"Tough times await you, Melinda. You know what whatever comes your way, that you can face it, don't you?"
"Grandma… what are you talking about?"
"You're going to be tested, Melinda. More than you ever have in the past."
Melinda was worried. "Tested, tested how? Will I know when it comes?"
Melinda woke up. She turned around and standing in front of her was a tall man who looked as though he had been scorched to death.
"Help me!"
"So, you woke up from a dream, and smoke man was right there?"
Jim sat down across from Melinda at the breakfast table.
"Yeah. That wasn't even the spooky part though. In my dream, my grandmother said that I'm going to be tested- more than before."
Jim swallowed a bite of toast. "Tested? Well, you be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."
"I'm a big girl, Jim. I just wish I knew who this ghost was. You should have seen him."
"What did he look like?"
Melinda tried to remember. She had only seen a flash of the man.
"He definitely looked like a firefighter. I saw a lot of… blackened yellow. From the ash, obviously."
"So… he's a firefighter. Risky job, people die during fires."
"His face was ashen, too."
"What did he say?"
"What they all say- just 'help me'."
Melinda parked her car, and opened up the store. She stood behind the counter, waiting for Delia, and pondering the mysterious ghost at the same time.
Suddenly the lights began to flicker, the place began to shake.
Melinda looked around for the ghost, and saw him near the door.
"Help me!"
"I will, what's your name?"
The ghost was gone. The lights were back on, and the shaking had stopped.
Delia walked in. "Are you okay?"
Melinda took a few breaths. "Yeah… yeah, I'm fine."
"Is this a… ghost issue?"
Melinda nodded.
"Well… what's he look like?"
Melinda could tell that Delia was just trying to be polite in asking.
"If it bothers you… you don't have to be involved you know."
"I like a good mystery sometimes. Was he cute?"
"I don't know. His face is covered in ash; I think he was a fire fighter who died doing his job."
"He in uniform?"
Melinda nodded.
"Well… uh, if you need any help… you can always ask me."
Melinda was at home, reading a book, waiting for Jim to come home before she went to bed.
Suddenly, the lights went out.
"Help me, please!"
Melinda whipped her head around. "I can help you. What is your name? Can you remember how you died?"
"They never found my body. They never found me. Help them find me!"
"What's your name? Do you remember?"
"Station Six. Tell Station Six. Find my body!"
He vanished.
A/N: Well, I hope you like it. I'll keep going if I get reviews!