Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters so please don't sue me as I am poor but if you have a penchant for tins of creamed corn, please feel free to sue but must provide your own can opener.
Authors Note: I've only just finished series one of Ghost Whisperer and I can safely say I am hooked! So I won't be drifting too far from the first series and there are some spoilers from the latter part of series one so beware…I would love reviews on this please and this will be continued… so keep a look out for the next parts…
Realisation
The light on the laptop kept fading drastically every few minutes or so, causing Melinda to wince, her eyes aching at the constant intrusions to her work. "Damn it…" She muttered angrily, pulling the screen down and inspecting the wires at the back. One was slightly dislodged so, forcefully, she attempted to push it back in. As it moved into the socket, a spark flew out, grazing her hand. "Ouch! Damn it!" She pushed her chair back and stood up quickly, her hand halfway to the sink when Jim entered the room, an empty beer bottle in his hand. Noticing the red patch growing on her skin, he placed the bottle on the table by the laptop, he himself jumping back when more sparks flew.
"Mere technical issue or ghostly happenings?" He sarcastically announced, his smile drooping when Melinda shot him an annoyed look, her hand held high to show him the pain she was feeling. "Sorry honey… here," he reached out and clasped her hand gently; careful to avoid the red mark, "Let me take a look."
"I'm sure I don't need a big old paramedic to help me, I am more than capable…" Her voice drifted off as he kissed her fingers one by one, his eyes fixed on hers. She smiled wanly, before conceding. "Fine, if it's that serious, I had better let you deal with it."
"Damn straight," he said, a crooked smile now on his face as he ran the cold water. "I just wouldn't be a good husband if-" His words were cut short once he put Melinda's hand under the cold water. Her face scrunched up and she screamed shortly, tearing her hand away from his and cradling it in her chest.
"Damn it!" She yelled, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I don't care how many kisses I get, I don't need a paramedic anymore!" A smile crept onto her face and he stepped over to wipe the tear away, she winced as the pain throbbed in her hand.
"Okay, if you insist, I'll just electrocute myself trying to fix your laptop that you have broken…" He sat down on her empty chair and shuffled closer to the table. The laptop sparked once more, this time a small fire ignited as the spark reached the tablecloth. Nearly falling off his chair, Jim scrambled for a tea cloth to drape over it. Pausing he smiled at Melinda, holding up the tea cloth. "I'm sorry, I'll ask first. Would you like the big old fireman to save you, or would you like to do this yourself?"
"The fireman!" She laughed and dashed out of the kitchen, leaving a bemused Jim to dampen the flames.
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"Stop touching it." Jim warned Melinda lazily. Although he was on his side facing the wall, he could tell she was touching at the bandage wrapping her hand.
"I'm just testing it. If I'm going to work tomorrow then I'll need to know I can touch things." Her voice sounded cheerful now, earlier it had been strained as she explained the laptops strange behaviour.
"I'm sure Andrea can do something, you should really let her work," Jim rolled over, to see Melinda sitting up on the bed, legs crossed like a curious child as she continued to inspect the bandage, "Seen as you are partners…"
"Hey I do let her work!" She gave him a light shove, forgetting her hand for a moment and smiling with him. He pushed her back gently and she swayed, before falling heavily onto him. Jim groaned momentarily before wrapping his arms around her, feeling her head nestle onto his chest.
"The laptop is scary." She raised her head to look into his eyes, only to see a broad smile on his face. "What?"
"I don't know, just you see ghosts everyday, some happy, some dangerous and the laptop has scared you." Stroking her hair, he couldn't help but chuckle a little, only to receive a playful slap on his hand.
"It was acting strange tonight, I don't just think it was technical, I think I felt something."
"As in a scary something?"
"As in a 'please help me I'm dead' something." Resting her head back down, she sighed against him, a warm feeling rushing over her. They lay like this for several minutes, the only noise their gentle breathing and a peaceful wind against the window panes.
"Melinda? Sweetie?" A small voice whispered in the darkness, grabbing Melinda's attention. "I know you can see me." The old figure smile, her hands clasped firmly in front of her pink robe.
Sitting up, Melinda noticed Jim had fallen asleep. She quickly kissed his head before turning herself toward the figure who had addressed her. "Grandma?"
"Yes sweetie. It's good to see you again."
"Grandma… I've missed you so much. It's been so long…" Melinda got up off of the bed and approached her, her eyes slightly wet with long due tears.
"I'm sorry that I can't be here in better circumstances. You're mother was in a car accident not so long ago, she's at the hospital right now, and she sent me to come and get you." Her grandmother's face fell, a single tear rolling down her cheek at the thought of her daughter joining her so soon.
"But Grandma she can't be… she hasn't passed has she?" Melinda's own tears fell now and she quietened herself quickly, not wanting to wake Jim up just yet.
"No it was only momentarily I saw her, she's hanging on Melinda but you need to get there soon, she needs you there." With that her grandma faded slowly into the air, a light perfume being the only remaining trace of her visit.
Moving to the bed, Melinda nudged Jima awake, before switching on the lights. "Honey what's going on?" He rubbed his eyes slowly, a bemused look on his face.
"My grandma was just here, my mum's been in an accident we need to get to the hospital." Melinda pulled on a pair of jeans, collapsing onto the bed in exasperation. "I didn't realise just how much I missed her until she appeared tonight."
"Hey," Jim moved closer, wrapping his arms round her waist and kissing her hair, "I really wish I'd been able to meet her. She's had such an impact on your life, more than I ever could and she made you feel safe and cared for, I would kiss the woman if I could."
Melinda laughed, wiping the last tears from her cheeks. "I bet she would love that too." She stood up and finished changing, then waited patiently for Jim to catch up.
"You go get the car started and I'll be down in a second ok?" He smiled at her, tossing the keys her way. She caught them swiftly and ran down the stairs, heading for the car, her mind racing at what she would find at the hospital. She hated them. So many people begging for her attention, when she rarely had the capacity to deal with her own problems.
By the time she had finished her thoughts the car was warmed up and ready to go. Jim dashed out of the house, turning only to lock the door before joining Melinda in the car. He saw the pained look on her face and gave her a quick reassuring kiss, before she hit the gas.