TAGS/WARNINGS: Molly Hooper, Supernatural Elements, Angel Molly, Self-Reflection, Ghosts, Death, Comfort, Original Character Death(s), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family
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The entire story is from Molly's POV
She is humming as she cleans her lab, making sure it is ready for the next person to be brought to her.
Just as she finishes the last of the dusting, a young human wheels a gurney in and parks it in the waiting area.
"Ellen Gifford, fifteen years old, it is suspected that she died of cardiac arrest due to lifelong heart defects," the human states, summarizing the chart.
Nodding, she accepts the paperwork and signs at t he bottom that she has received Ellen and the time.
Without bothering to say goodbye the human turns and leaves.
"I'm not dead," she hears a soft voice cry out in denial. "I'm not! I was supposed to have my first date on Monday!"
Turning towards the voice, she spots the young woman standing beside the door, arms locked firmly around her body and tears filling her eyes.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but you are dead, your heart gave out," she gently explains.
"But you can see me! You are talking with me! If I was dead, you wouldn't be able to do that!" the young woman sobs.
Walking over to her, she lays a hand lightly on her arm and leads her to the small office attached to the back. "I am an angel of death, Ellen, I can see everyone who dies, and I know how they died just by looking at them. Your death was natural," she reveals, focusing on giving off a comforting aura. "Your heart has always been weak, and your health has always been poor, I can see that the doctors tried to help, but you must have known there were still dangers?"
Tears run down the young woman's face, her lips trembling as she listens.
"Despite your health you have lived a full life, doing and trying far more than most I have seen. Look at it, remember," she continues softly, "You were loved, cherished, and will be sorely missed, but this was always a possibility."
"I don't want to leave," Ellen whimpers, shaking her head and continuing to cry.
Hugging the girl, she lightly strokes her back, as she continues to sooth and encourage her, "I know it is scary, that you want to stay, but I promise that things are better. You can choose whether to stay in the next life or be born again to another life. You can see your family again, and will be reunited with them in the next life. Your soul is young, this is its first life experience, you have so many choices before you, but first you have to let go. You have to go to the next life."
"But my family, I didn't get to say goodbye, or go on that date or any other number of things I dreamed of doing," the teenager whines.
"Oh Ellen, that's life, I'm an angel, I have lived hundreds of human lives and there are still things I have never done, things I am still learning, and new experiences I am still having. There is always something more," her hand lightly strokes the girl's back, "I promise, you will have a chance to do it. While if you are reborn, there is a very low chance of you remembering your previous lives, your soul will still remember the experiences between lives and you will still have your families from each life."
"What if I don't want to be reborn?" Ellen whispers, leaning into her.
"Then you stay in the afterlife, you can watch others if you want or live out a life within the afterlife, though time is so very different there." She answers, happy that the teenager is starting to consider moving on. "There is even a chance that your soul will call to another, and you will find your perfect match."
Timidly, the ghost asks, "But I don't want sex."
"Oh sweetheart, not every match is sexual. Some are the deepest of friendships, bonds closer than family between them over several different lifetimes. Some are the deepest of romantic ties, they may or may not have physical reactions. Some are sexual, with the best part of their match being between them physically. And rarely, so very rarely there are some that are all three," she reassures the ghost. "Have you heard of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson?"
"Yes," Ellen answers hesitantly, uncertainty filling her.
"Sherlock is a vampire, this is his first life, John, is a werewolf, this is his fifth life. The two of them are perfect matches in all three ways, it is amazing, simply amazing, because wolfs and vampires are nearly never matched, but John kept coming back, through various lives just to see if he could find his match." She tells the ghost, remembering the first time she had looked at the pair and seen their pasts, or more exactly John's past.
"Has John always been a wolf?" the ghost inquire curiously, her hesitation starting to fade.
"Three of his five lives he has been a wolf, twice from the same bloodline," she answers with a smile.
"I, I could have someone who wants me for me? Not for what Iook like or sex in a future life? I could be healthy?"
Nodding encouragingly, "You could."
Glancing down, the teenager mumbles, "How do I move on?"
"Accept your death, and when you have, just take my hand," she replies, "I will guide you."
"Can," Ellen starts before pausing for a breath, "Can I go see my family one last time?"
"Yes sweetheart, you can, but remember, they won't be able to see or hear you," she motions to the other room where the teens body is laying, "I can come with you or stay and start to prepare you for your family to say goodbye."
"Will you come with me?" the hesitation is back, along with fear and sadness.
She simply smiles, "Whenever you are ready."
"Right now, before I lose my nerve," Ellen tells her.
Quietly she stands and the teen quickly stands as well. Laying her hand against the ghost's face, she instructs, "Think of who you wish to bid farewell and we shall go to them first."
Nodding slightly, the girl's eyes close and she focuses, a moment later they have moved to another part of the hospital, a large group of people are gathered together, many crying, all of them comforting each other.
As soon as they appear, Ellen rushes over to her mother and hugs, arms wrapping around her even though she cannot actually touch her. She does that with most of her family members, telling each of them something that she doesn't listen to. After she has bid each goodbye, she returns to her side.
"I'm ready," Ellen declares firmly, "I, I want that, a platonic mate, a person who will be my best friend through several lives, a perfect match."
Offering a hand, she smiles warmly, "Then be at peace, Ellen, and accept."
While the ghost is still sad, she is determined and has decided it is time, slowly but staidly she accepts her hand. Warmth spreads from her to the ghost, as the gate between this life and the next opens. Not long after that, the girl vanishes, a whispered thanks leaving her lips.
Vanish, she returns to the morgue in order to continue on her tasks, happy about how smoothly that had gone.