People weren't the only things Lilly Truscott could see. AU. Loliver.

Okay, juggling too many fics, but I left my TSC documents on my hard drive 200 miles away and I'm bored. D: So my newest creation. This is a Ghost Whisperer-esque fic, just for the record. This chapter is short D: I apologize in advance, but…there was just nothing more I could fit into it, at least from my point of view. But, being just your average, not-extremely-talented writer, I could very, very, very easily be wrong ;P News on TSC – tenth chapter near finished, for those who were waiting. As soon as I get home, Saturday morning or around, I will finish it, clean it up, and put it online! I actually enjoy critique, so please do tell me how I can improve! :) Oh, and just as a warning, my writing is crap when it comes to describing cars and the things they tend to do :P

Okay, last thing, seriously, just as a warning, this will probably be like crap cause it was written in the middle of the night. Me and my stupid insomnia.


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well, you're magic he said,
but don't let it all go to your head,
well I bet if you all had it all figured out,
then you'd never get out of bed.

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Usually when Lilly woke up in the morning, she never set foot downstairs. At least, not for another hour until she got ready. Then she would pretty much just eat and leave.

But that morning, she woke up earlier than usual to a clattering of dishes and pots downstairs. As she sat up in bed, the first thing she ruled out was her little brother. His school started half an hour before she had woken up and unless he had suddenly fallen deathly ill with a runny nose like he had two weeks ago, he wouldn't be at home.

Her mother went with her brother, dropped him off, and then left for work. She wouldn't get home until seven at night, and unless Lilly had slept through the entire day that wouldn't be possible either.

So as she got out of bed, she tried to decide what could possibly have woken her up…six minutes early.

Of course her schedule had been completely out of whack lately. It was possibly from the events of earlier that week. A good blow to the head was enough to screw anyone's day up.

"Hello?" She called, venturing down her stairs. The only answer she got was a clay dish being thrown at her vicinity. She nearly tripped and broke her neck trying to avoid it as it shattered and the shards of the plate fell down the stairs onto the hardwood floor below. The same dizziness she had felt constantly for the last two days didn't help either, if not increasing.

She hesitated, still on the stairs, then continued cautiously to the feet of them to find an upset looking boy searching around her kitchen counters for something that was obviously important to him.

"What are you doing?" She very nearly hissed at him, though the curiosity in her voice didn't hesitate to show.

He faltered and his eyes darted over to her. As she looked at him she noticed a gaping hole in his black, baggy sweatshirt. It was stained red from that point down.

There was no speaking or any movement whatsoever for a few moments, and then the boy finally spoke. His voice was low and quiet, but with a dark, intimidating demeanor about it.

"I need it."

She stared at him. "What are you doing in my kitchen? I could call the police on you."

He broke into a sickening smile. "That wouldn't help. You would make everything worse."

Lilly stepped forward. "I see. Please explain," She prompted with a certain but cautious sound to her voice, but dripping with sarcasm at the same time.

"You'll be crazy," He said with another wide grin. A cabinet door flew open as if it was about to be ripped off of its hinges. He spun around and looked up into it, then turned away and continued to look around her countertops.

"Yeah? How's that?"

His smile vanished and he glared at her. He spoke at the same time, his voice low and angry. "I'm not here."

"Sure as hell you're not going to be," Lilly said icily. "Get out of my house before I call the cops."

He stopped searching and stared her in the eyes. He appeared to be very near another moodswing.

"No one can see me," He said quietly. "You shouldn't either."

"I think the fact that I'm not blind just might have something to do with that," Lilly replied angrily. "I swear I will either call the cops on you or shoot your brains out."

"It's too late," He muttered, and then suddenly he was a foot away from her and staring her in the face again.

"How?" Lilly inquired, though her voice was quiet now. Possibly from the disappearing and reappearing boy standing in front of her.

He dissapeared. Only the faintest trace of his voice was left, as if he was far behind her.

"It's too late."


Lillian Rose Truscott

Seaview Medical Center - Arrived 3/10/09 Discharged 3/18/09

Grade three MTBI and minor injuries and bruising. MRI showed no internal damage.

Expected symptoms - PCS involving headache and/or nausea, loss of motor coordination, balance, light sensitivity, and possibly tinnitus expected for approx. 1-4 weeks. Confusion, PTA, and loss of attentiveness also possible. Long term symptoms include a possible PTSD.

Acetaminophen 500mg q.4h. until pain subsides or until unneccesary; 8+ hrs of sleep reccomended to hasten recovery. If symptoms worsten or loss of conciousness, convulsions, or new bleeding of the ears occurs, alert the hospital immediately.

Stressful activities including extracurricular and sports intermurals could further damage the brain and endanger the patient. At-home recovery for 1 week+ is reccomended.

Dr. Eric Thompson, MD Neurologist.