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Summery: After Melinda told Sam/ Jim the truth of who Jim was, they broke up. Sam/Jim moves across town unable to force himself to completely remove himself from Melinda. Now Melinda is realizing Jim may really never come back, and is finally truly feeling, and grieving the loss of her husband.

Chapter one:

Melinda cried into her pillow as she heard Sam/ Jim packing his things. She laid there thinking over the last two days. She had poured out her heart, told Jim the truth, yet somehow he continued to ignore everything. She saw the look in his eyes as she told him everything. About Sam, his soul, explained the memories, everything. He stared at first in shock, then hurt, anger, yet she saw it. The look that she always feared. Someone thinking she's crazy. Right then she knew he would never be Jim. Not really. But she put that hurt out of her mind while she focused on the ghost of the week. Greer.

So when she pulled into her drive she didn't expect to see Jim/ Sam sitting there on the porch. Waiting. Encouraged by this act, instead of the flat out refusal she saw earlier, she met him in the middle of the yard. Allowing herself to take it as a sign that he now believes, and will become the Jim he used to be. The tears came faster as the conversation replayed in her mind.

"Hey." Jim/Sam whispered softly looking as if he was preparing himself for what he needed to say. "Hi." Melinda couldn't help it as her hope that Sam accepted the truth as she watched him take a breath.

"That was a pretty big bombshell you dropped on me back there."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really wish there had been another way."

"Look, I understand this. I do." He almost faltered when she smiled.

"Really?" She looked so happy and hopeful he didn't even want to continue, knowing he would lose that look. "Yeah." He sighed. "I think I finally do. I mean it didn't make any sense to me before but then..I remembered some stuff." Melinda was smiling full blown know, hope and happiness shining so brightly.

"Like what?" Sam gathered himself.

"Well first there was the hospital. You know every time I woke up you were there."

" Yeah, I was worried about you." He could hear the relief in her voice.

" Yeah. I mean you were there every minute wither I was awake or not."

"Yeah." She whispered.

"I kept asking myself why did she do that, you know unless it was not about me but your husband." He watched as the smile began to go away. "Which you said, but I remembered some other stuff. When you were talking about that ghost doctor, and how he made people do things by whispering in their ear." Suddenly she knew where this conversation was heading.

"No, wait. I.." He had to finish. "That is what you did. You whispered in my ear. All those hours while you sat by my bed. I mean, you decided you couldn't accept that your husband is dead. So you made up your mind that his spirit is in me."

Melinda wasn't looking at him now firmly shaking her head in disbelief. "So you filled my head with his memories. You wanted to make it real for yourself. The gunshots,"

"Please don't do this."

"The paramedic stuff, the wanting to have kids." Melinda was hurting and angry now.

"The longer you don't accept it.."

"No, no you have to stop. Ok? It's all a fantasy. Stop." Sam was talking faster knowing he was losing the light in her eyes.

"You need help. I want to be there for you, all right, but you need professional help. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll get the best doctors. I'll wait for you." Tears were forming in her dark brown eyes as she stared that the made that held her husband's trapped soul.

"No I think you have that backwards. I think you're the one that needs help." Sam shook his head trying so hard, wanting to help the beautiful woman.

"No Melinda. You're angry right now." In that moment she knew. Jim wasn't coming back. She lost him for the second time. "I can't do this anymore. I can't. You have a lifetime of memories buried somewhere, but the obstacle you need to move is you." "No." "I tried. I really really tried. I think you should just get your things and leave." "Melinda." "Goodbye." He heard the heartbreak in her voice and just watched as she darted away into the house. Wiping the tears away as quickly as they fell. But he couldn't see as Melinda stepped inside she didn't make it past the step before she collapsed with her tears feeling the loss all over again.

~~~~~Same as it Never was~~~

"How am I going to survive? Every time I look at him I see Jim. I see my husband." Delia gently rubbed her best friend's back unsure how to comfort her. "Give it some time. He will come around. Everything will work out." Melinda opened her mouth but was interrupted by her phone vibrating. Again. "See he already wants to talk. Maybe he's remembering." Melinda gave a grateful but sad smile. "Thank you, but I think its time to do what you knew I should've done months ago. I must let my Jim go." Just as she said this a pain ripped through her stomach, doubling her over. Melinda heard Delia's panicked cries but couldn't respond as darkness claimed her.

~~~~~~Hospital~~~~

Delia, Ned and Eli paced the waiting room anxious for news. They hadn't heard anything since Melinda had been brought in almost four hours ago. Many of the paramedics that had worked with Jim were stopping by asking for updates. Worried about their late friends wife, but their worry only worsen with each passing minute. Just as Delia was about to barge through those swinging doors a doctor came through. He stared around the room for a moment then sighed as if he remembered something. "Melinda Gordon?" He announced causing Ned to almost barrel him over trying to reach him so quick.

"Are you here with Ms. Gordon?" Delia gave an impatient nod motioning for the Doctor to continue. "I'm Dr. Marches. She is the wife of the late Mr. Jim Clancy?" Suspicious of the question Delia nodded again. "I thought I recognized her. Did Ms. Gordon know that she was pregnant?" Was? The word pierced Delia's soul knowing just how badly her friends had tried to have a baby. "No." she whispered not trusting her voice. "I'm so sorry, but it may for the best as you see she had a miscarriage. We see it a lot in grieving widows, unfortunately. I've already informed Ms. Gordon of the situation. My advice is that she just takes it easy for a few days, to relax. Maybe even get out of town. Away from the memories." Delia heard true regret, and remorse in the young doctor's voice, which made everything that much worse. "Can we see her?" Ned asked watching as his mother started to tear up. "Sure. Room 215. She's waiting." with that Dr. Marches walked away.

Slowly the trio walked back to their friend's room unsure of what they would find, but what they found broke their hearts. Melinda was curled into a protective ball, crying. She looked so fragile, and broken it hurt to see. "Mel?" Delia tried but got no response. "Melinda?" She tried again curling into bed with her. Without a word Melinda shifted until she was clinging to Delia tightly. "I have nothing of him." Melinda's words were almost lost among her tears. "I'm so sorry." Delia soothed but knew that words would mean very little right now.

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