ideasbutcantwritesamcedes asked you:

Can you write a samcedes fic and based it on Casper the movie…only Sam is Casper and they meet when she is a kid but he is a teenage ghost. he is very protected of her (also get very jealous) and when she is older their relationship gets older and sexual. Maybe and like a Casper and Ghost movie mix.

Mercedes sat in her room on the floor and played with her Barbie doll. She cocked her head to the side, looked up at the empty corner of the room, and smiled.

"No silly, she's not supposed to talk." She giggled.

She looked back down and nodded as if she was agreeing with something. Her mother silently walked by and watched her daughter's odd behaviour from the door. For awhile she didn't do anything out of the ordinary and her mother was about to go downstairs when Mercedes suddenly held up her doll towards the same empty corner of the room and let out a boisterous laugh.

"Cedes?" the six year old turned her head towards her mom.

"Yes mommy?" she stared at her with her big brown eyes.

"Baby...why are you laughing?" Her mother looked around the room. Mercedes looked back at the corner and then looked back at her mom.

"Because of Sam," Mercedes smiled up at her mother. Her mom got a chill down her spine. She was praying to God that her daughter had an imaginary friend. She couldn't deal with any Poltergeist crap, no sir, not in her house.

"Who's Sam?" her mom walked into the room and sat on the ground beside her daughter. Mercedes put her doll down and smoothed down her overalls.

"Sam's ...my best friend." She said slowly, "He takes care of me. He's Sam I am...but doesn't like green eggs and ham." Mercedes covered her mouth to hide her giggles. Her mother stared at the corner and tried to see if she could see something.

"Is he your imaginary friend?"

Mercedes paused for a second and then nodded, "Yes mommy. Sam's make believe." She looked her daughter over and wondered why she was avoiding her gaze. She lifted her chin and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Alright...well mommy's going downstairs okay. You call me or come down if you need anything." Mercedes looked her in the eyes and smiled.

"Okays." Her mother stood up and glanced at the corner one last time before she left the room. Mercedes stared at the door and waited until she heard that her mother was quite a distance away before she turned back to stare at her doll which was lying on the ground. She put her hands in her lap and watched the doll stand up and dance around on the ground. "Sam?" she stared at the blonde ghost. "Why can't I tell mommy about you? I'm not supposedta fib."

"Your mommy was getting scared Mercy...I didn't want to scare her." He smiled at her and pat her head. "Your mommy's not brave like you." Mercedes smiled with pride and pulled another doll out of her toy trunk. "What do you want to do today?" Mercedes tapped her chin.

"How about Barbie and Kelly go to the mall." She grinned at the older boy.

"That sounds great Mercy." He smiled back at her and the two played quietly until dinner. The next day Mercedes sat in the sandbox and played happily alone, well slightly alone. A little boy with big red unruly hair approached her.

"What are you doing?" he stared at the little girl with her big pigtails.

"Playing," she said without looking up.

"Oh...you're pretty." Mercedes stopped playing and gave the little red head a dirty look. "Can I hug you!" Mercedes looked towards the empty space to her right.

"No...Sam says no." She continued playing.

"Give me a hug." The boy ran towards a startled Mercedes. She watched as a whole bunch of sand flew up in the boys face. He screamed and cried.

"I'm telling!" he ran back to the classroom in tears. Mercedes turned to Sam and scowled.

"You're gonna get me in trouble Sam." She folded her little arms over her chest.

"Sorry Mercy...that little boy had some weird thoughts." He shrugged and she slowly nodded.

"Mercedes Jones!" the teacher stepped outside and tapped her foot against the asphalt. "Come in here right now." Mercedes looked at Sam.

"I'll tell you exactly what you need to say okay." He stood up and held her hand. They walked together into the classroom.

"Mercedes, Robert said you threw sand at him." The teacher looked over at the sniffing little boy. "Is that true?"

Sam bent over and whispered in her ear. "No Ms. Devile, Robert tried to hug me in the sandbox and I told him not to. Then he ran towards me and I moved out of the way and he fell into the sand." Sam whispered in her ear again and Mercedes immediately put on a pout.

"Robert...is this true." Robert stared at Mercedes and blushed. He then slowly nodded. "Alright Robert say sorry." The little boy hesitantly stood up and walked over to Mercedes.

"Sorry..." he stared at his feet.

"That's okay." Mercedes smiled. "Can I go play now?" she asked the teacher. The older woman nodded and Mercedes ran outside with her companion following behind her. "Thanks Sam," she looked up and smiled at what would look like nothing to anyone passing by.

Mercedes rummaged through her locker and pulled out her history book for her fourth period class. She closed the door and jumped. "Sam," she whispered to the air next to her. "What are you doing here?" he shrugged. She looked around the almost empty high school hallway.

"I'm always here Mercy...I only leave when you use the bathroom." He grinned at the annoyed seventeen year old woman.

"I told you that at school I want to be alone from now on." She looked around her and made sure nobody was in close hearing range.

"Because of that one incident?" he rolled his eyes. "I said sorry."

"You pushed Finn Hudson into the girls room because he lightly smacked my butt." She hissed at the ghost. "Now go home." She quickly walked to her next class but Sam followed her.

"Nobody has the right to touch you like that." He said loudly. She hushed him but then rolled her eyes at herself for shushing a damn ghost. Sam read her thoughts and laughed. "He's not right for you Mercy."

"Yea and who is?" she opened the classroom door and sat down. He sat down in the desk next to her.

"I am." He stared intensely at her. "I would be perfect for you." Mercedes rolled her eyes. "And I've heard your thoughts enough to know that you agree with me."

"I hate you doing that!" she said a bit too loudly and a girl in the front desk turned around to stare at her. Mercedes pressed her ear and pretended as if she was on a call through a blue tooth. The girl looked satisfied and turned back around. "You promised me you would stop." She said more quietly.

"I try to ignore them, I'm sorry." He touched her hand and a chill went through her body. "I'll try harder." She sighed and stared at the ghost. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her nose.

Mercedes blushed and felt creeped out. Sam frowned, "Don't do that...if you were human...then fine...but Sam...you're dead." She moved her hand and stared straight ahead. Sam shook his head in anger and disappeared. Mercedes stared at the empty spot and felt bad, but what else could she do.

Sam walked through the ICU and stared at the patients in bed. He felt a deep sadness at seeing these innocent people struggle for their lives, but sometimes he just liked to hear what they were thinking. Sometimes he would deliver messages for them to their loved ones. He sat down next to a young girl and listened to her dreams, he smiled at the mention of ponies. Suddenly a bunch of doctors rolled in with a patient on a gurney. He watched them fly by and drag the patient to a corner area. He walked in and stared at them.

"What are his vitals?" a doctor turned and asked a nurse.

"We're losing him sir." She said while trying to get the defibrillator ready.

"Cause of accident?" the doctor asked another nurse.

"Car accident sir." The previous nurse handed him the defibrillator. "Sir, we're losing him." She was staring at the screen. The patient was flat lining. The doctor shocked the patient and waited. Nothing. The heart rate was almost gone. He shocked him again. The room got silent as they listened to the loud consistent sound of the patient flat lining.

"Call it, 2 pm." The doctor pulled the sheet over the patient and walked out. The team cleaned up and followed. Sam walked over to the patient, pulled off the sheet, and stared at the young blonde man on the gurney. He pulled open his eye lid and stared down into the lifeless green eye. Sam smiled and held the man's hand. He decided to do what he had always been scared of doing. He closed his eyes and slowly disappeared. The man on the gurney sat up with a jolt and took in a deep breath. The heart beat began beating on the screen. A nurse ran in and screamed for the doctor, she stared at him and then ran back out. Sam covered his new ears and stared at his hands. Cool. He swung his legs over the gurney and tried to stand up only to crash to the ground. Fuck...I haven't used these in years. Just like riding a bike come on. He willed himself to stand up. He finally did it slowly, but his body was in a lot of pain. Ah yes, I remember this. The nurses rushed in and helped him sit down. He let himself be fussed over at how he could be alive, but Mercy was the only thing on his mind.

Mercedes walked to school the next day and called out for Sam. She hadn't seen him all week which was weird. She had seen him every day since she was six. After no reply, she walked in silence. She figured he was mad at her, but he had never been angry for that long before. She jumped at the sound of a twig snapping and spun around to stare at a tall blonde man following her. He grinned and she quickly turned around and walked faster. She heard his pace increasing and she tried walking at pretty much a run. She heard a loud thump and saw the man on the ground shaking his head. She slowly walked back and stared at him.

"Why the hell are you following me?" she eyed the attractive teenager on the ground. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Because I always do." Her eyes grew wide and she screamed for help, "MERCY MERCY STOP!" he covered his ears.

"What did you call me?" she stared at him with worry and confusion.

"Mercy...it's me...Sam." Sam didn't have enough time to catch her before she hit the ground. Well that could have gone a lot better.