Disclaimer: Beware of Spoilers for Season 4. In addition, these characters do not belong to me, nor does the whole Sam/Jim storyline as it stands now. All that belongs to me is the dialogue of what I think —might— happen. Also, some plot points in this story belong to me seeing how this was started on Friday after 'Pieces of You' (even though it was posted on the 9th) and even though I have no idea how the whole Jim/Sam plot is going to work out, this story is my idea. Plus, this is my first piece of Ghost Whisperer Fan Fiction so please be kind.

Summary: Melinda's world is changed. She learns that not all that was lost is gone forever. And while Sam is dealing with the pieces of his old life they both have to come to grips with what they know and what they believe if they have any hope of moving forward.

Chapter Three: Confusions from the Past

"Yeah Delia, she's asleep…"

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No it's okay. She's just had a trying day."

"Well tell her that she can take the day off tomorrow if she wants."

"I'll tell her."

"Thanks Sam."

"For what?"

"For being there for her…I know that she really needs it right now."

"Oh well, it's the least I can do."

"Good night Sam."

"Good night Delia."

Sam put the phone down. The rain that the meteorologists had been promising was coming down in buckets, the noise of which created a soft yet melancholy soundscape in the background. Sam turned his attention from the rain streaked windows to the woman lying on the couch, finally sleeping peacefully. Sam just could not figure Melinda out, nor could he figure out the connection that he felt for her. Even more disconcerting, when Melinda told him that she was pregnant he felt extremely happy, as though she had just told him that he was the father.

"But that's impossible," Sam muttered to himself as he turned to gaze out the window.

Suddenly there was a whimper from the couch and Sam turned to see that Melinda was waking up. He was halfway to her when she muttered a name that made him stop. "Jim?" she asked in a quiet voice her eyes still closed.

"Um…"

"Oh," Melinda continued as her eyes opened and she gazed upon Sam's face. "Sam."

"Nightmare?" he asked looking at the tears in Melinda's eyes.

Melinda shook her head. "No. Actually it was a really good dream…" she paused and looked up, watching as Sam came and sat beside her on the couch. Pulling her feet up under her Melinda continued. "I was dreaming of Jim—it was more of a memory really. I was reliving when I…" Melinda paused. She had dreamed of the moment when she had told Jim her secret, but she realized that she couldn't tell Sam her secret, not yet, so she quickly changed her story. "…when I first met Jim…there was a fire in my apartment building and he was one of the paramedics who came and there was an—"

"—instant connection," Sam finished.

"Yeah," Melinda agreed her voice soft and vulnerable. "How did you—?"

"Just a feeling…" he sighed and leaned back into the couch defeated. "I wonder if I have a connection with—whoever she is—I mean I did buy a ring for her."

Melinda sighed herself and tried to not let her emotions show. "I wonder," Melinda paused and looked up, catching Sam's gaze. In those eyes she saw her dear beloved Jim, like always but instead of being a distant glimmer, this time it was a bright light—a shining beacon showing her that the man who she knew to be her soul mate was there, trying to get out.

A boom of thunder startled the both of them and they quickly pulled away from each other, realizing that their faces had just been inches apart. "Uh, what time is it?" she asked running a hand through her hair.

Sam looked at his watch. "After midnight…"

Melinda groaned. "I need to go to bed," and with that she stood up but due to the emotional stress of the day and the fact that she hadn't eaten since early that morning, Melinda wavered on her feet and nearly collapsed. However Sam was quickly at her side holding her up. "Alright then…." Melinda stated as she held on to Sam's arm to steady herself. "…that's odd."

"You're pregnant," Sam stated. "And you've had nothing to eat today I bet."

Melinda nodded.

"You need to eat," he continued, letting go of Melinda for a moment and thankfully she seemed to have regained her balance. "Come on into the kitchen, I'll make you something to eat."

"A midnight snack?" Melinda asked a smile spreading over her face.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, whatever you want."

Melinda thought about it for a moment. "Pancakes," she decided finally. "Pancakes with blueberries in it please…"

"Will you help?" Sam asked hopefully.

Melinda nodded. "Of course."

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The following morning dawned too bright and too early for Melinda's liking. She listened to Delia's advice and took the day off, deciding to go through the memory book of her life with Jim. Each page, each photo held a memory that was dear to her. She had just gotten to the pictures of their third anniversary when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Melinda asked as she picked up the phone.

"Melinda?" came the panicked voice of Delia.

"Delia?" Melinda asked again. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Suddenly the doorbell rang. "Sorry Delia, can I call you back?"

"Yeah," her friend assured. "Yeah."

"Great." Melinda stated. "Bye,"

"Bye." Delia stated after which the phone went to a dial tone.

The doorbell ran again.

"Coming!" Melinda called out as she put the book down on the coffee table and went to the door. She opened it to find a woman around her height but with the most stunning blue eyes and blonde hair. She was wearing a simple black dress with a matching purse over her shoulder. She had no makeup on but Melinda figured that if the woman chose too she would look very beautiful. "Can I help you?" Melinda asked the woman, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach.

"Are you Melinda Gordon?" the woman asked in a questioning manner.

Melinda nodded. "Yes. Can I help you?"

"I'm Rebecca Johnston; I heard from the woman at your antique store that Sam is living in your garage?"

"He's living in the room above my garage while he finishes it."

Rebecca scowled. "It's done."

"Yes." Melinda stated. "It is but uh—he decided to stay for a while, till he gets his memory back and—"

"Memory?" Rebecca asked her face paling. "Sam lost his memory?"

"What is it that you want with Sam?" Melinda asked, already dreading the answer.

Rebecca turned her ice cold eyes on Melinda. "I'm his girlfriend."