A/N: Ah, yes, time for another rare disclaimer from me. I do not own the song used in this chapter. The song is by my current favorite band, Our Lady Peace (which is kind of sad because they just might be taking over my musical love of Linkin Park) and it's called "In Repair." But oh, how I wish I owned that band. Because then I could meet…Oh, never mind.

As a review for this said, "What a cruel way to leave us waiting for more." I wouldn't say that. I don't really have that effect on people. You know, wanting more. Besides, you all know who it was.

And if you didn't read the summary/genre for this fic, it is SUPERNATURAL. So there.

Did I seriously just see this? Am I fucking dreaming? Amy thought as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Are you going to answer my question?" the figure in front of her asked.

Amy didn't know what to do. She really didn't know if she was dreaming or not. To prove what state of mind she was actually in, Amy sharply slapped herself in the face. "Fuck," she muttered when she was greeted with pain. Still not happy with her little experiment, she pinched her arm, making sure to dig her nails deep into her skin. Her eyes widened when she saw small drops of blood seep out from her nail marks…and it hurt.

The mysterious figure laughed. "Amy, come on now. You know you're not dreaming."

"Matt?" Amy finally said once she realized that she really wasn't dreaming. "What are you…How are you…Huh?"

"You're a fan of horror stories, Ames. You should know why I'm here."

"But you're a…Huh?"

"Amy, you're gorgeous. You know that, don't you? Yes, I'm a ghost. And what is the reason that ghosts don't pass on?"

Amy was getting used to seeing Matt's ghost there, if a person could really get used to seeing the ghost of their boyfriend that died in a freak accident on national television. "Unfinished business?"

"Bingo. Do you know what that unfinished business is?"

Amy stared at Matt for a moment, and then cracked up with laughter. "This is ridiculous! You actually expect me to believe that you're a ghost? And that I can see you right now? You're dead, Matt."

"That hurts, Amy. You're not dreaming. I am a ghost. Besides, you and only you can see me. Still skeptical?"

Amy nodded.

"Come on, then. Try and touch my hand."

Amy looked at him, clearly confused. She always thought that ghosts were transparent. Matt looked just as solid as she did. He extended his hand out to her, and she did the same. She pulled away as if Matt had shocked her. The only problem is, she pulled away when she was still mere inches from his hand.

"Amy…"

Amy rolled her eyes and took the plunge. She gasped to the point of choking herself when her hand passed right thought Matt's. Or did his hand pass through hers? She wasn't sure, but it scared her to death.

"Are you going to be alright?" Matt asked, amused with Amy's initial reaction.

Catching her breath, she vigorously nodded, "Yeah. I'll be good."

Well it's good to know that you'll be okay
I've been waiting for this
And I'll be there to sit
While you pray no one's blaming me
I'm not supposed to wait
When they open up your heart

"You sure? You seem a little…distressed."

"Put yourself in my shoes, Matt! Imagined if I died and my ghost just randomly came into your room! Would you just think that everything was lovely and dandy? No! You'd be scared shitless!"

"You're scared of me?"

Amy was at a loss for words. She really didn't mean it like that. She didn't want to be rude to Matt. She still loved him more than anything. Wait, do ghosts have feelings? Amy didn't know, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to find out.

"Um, no, I'm not scared of you. I'm just a bit scared of the whole…situation."

"Understandable, I guess. I wouldn't want a creepy ass ghost freaking me out, either."

"You think that I'd make a creepy ghost?" Amy frowned.

"Yeah, only because you make a wonderful human being."

Amy smiled at that remark. "So, anyways…How have you been?"

"Amy, is that even an appropriate question to ask a ghost? 'Oh, I know you're dead and all, but how have you been?' Come on, Ames, how do you think I've been?"

"I didn't…It's just…"

Matt cut her off with his laughter. "It's okay, Amy. I'm just kidding around with you. To answer your question, I've been as good as dead can be."

"And how is that?"

"Eh, pretty good."

I have been good
I understood
Like a machine they'll fix you from the start
I'm in repair
The life that we share
I know that I'll be lost in
But we're always in repair

"How is dead good?"

"Well, I can't feel pain. But I can't feel anything else, for that matter."

"Do I want to know?"

"Probably not. But my guess is that you do want to know what my unfinished business is."

"Yeah, actually. Like, why are you here with me and not with Jeff? I mean, he is your brother."

"Yeah, but my brother isn't the one that totally ditched the one thing he breathes for, Amy."

"Matt, I quit because…"

"Don't lie to me, Amy. You weren't scared before I died, so why are you scared now? Accidents happen. You need to move on with your life, and I'm here to help you. Do you think you can do that?"

"I might be able to…"

Lock the door, lock the door
And it's good to know that you'll drive away
From this car crash nightmare
And I'll be there to help you again
There's no danger
We're just killing time again
When they order up new parts

"…eventually."

"No, Amy, sooner than you know. I don't care if it kills me, but I'm going to help you get back in that ring."

"Matt…"

"What?"

"That was a terrible analogy," Amy giggled.

"Was it?"

"Oh, yeah."

I have been good
I understood
Like a machine they'll fix you from the start
I'm in repair
The life that we share
I know that I'll be lost in
But we're always in repair

"Well, when do you want to start?"

"Matt, I don't even know if I want to do this for sure."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not. I left for a reason. And to be honest, I'm not exactly sure that I want to jump right back on in."

"Tomorrow."

"What about it?"

"I'll come back tomorrow night. You know, that should give you some time to think about it. And I mean really think about it."

Take this time to figure it out
Know the wire, the fuse, the things that you doubt
The wheels, the air, the metal, the mouth
Something, something, something
I have been good
I understood
Like a machine they'll fix you from the start
I'm in repair
The life that we share
I know that I'll be lost in
But we're always in repair

"If I agree, will you let me go back to sleep?"

"Yes, I will." Matt stood up and went to leave out the window.

"Matt! What the hell are you doing?"

"Amy, I'm a ghost. I can fly."

"Oh, right…"

Take this time to figure it out
The wire, the fuse, the things that you doubt
The wheels, the air, the metal, the mouth
Something, something, something

A/N: Yay!

I got nothing.

Wait, yeah I do. I'll probably never do another song chapter again, but whatever. It just felt right.

Review.