Okay, I just wanted to say a special thank you to Crent Fangirl (think I got it right) for reviewing the last chapter, I know it was a bit sappy... but this one's better I promise, there might not be any steamy kisses... or there might be... read and find out. The next chapter definetly has 'em though... I can promise you guys that much.

Also, for the last chapter, I got a review (I deleted it) saying that the story was horrible and Kim and Jack should be together, I've said this enough times and I'll say it again, if you're a Kick fan, this isn't the story for you so go and read a KICK story, not a JARRY story just to flame it. I don't do it to you guys, so don't do it to me.

There, I think I've made my point. Enjoy the story everyone. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own the song, or any part of, My Immortal by Evanescence and I don't want to. (I didn't use the whole song, because I didn't feel like I had to)

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Title: Love from beyond the grave

Summary: Jack Brewer was murdered at fifteen, leaving behind a distraught best friend, Jerry Martinez. Jerry loved Jack and never got to tell him that, but with the help of a Ouija board, maybe he could. But everyone knows those things are mysterious and dangerous...

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

Jerry's mind flashed back to a few months ago. His childhood friend Jack had been killed. The case's status said closed, but Jerry knew in his heart it wasn't. The file had said Jack had died in a car accident, but there was no record of him - or any of his family for that matter - being admitted to the hospital. Jerry had this sickening feeling in his stomach that Jack had been murdered. But what would have been the reason? Drugs? Money? Espionage?

Nobody seemed to care.

Except Jerry.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just so much that time cannot erase

Out of Jack's mum, dad and friends, Jerry seemed the most upset. He loved Jack and wished they could be more than friends, but Jerry held off telling him because he didn't know what Jack's reaction would be. And he didn't want to ruin the already perfect bromance between them.

Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me

Every night for the past few months, Jerry had been having nightmares about Jack's death, always coming up with different scenarios, but each one ended the same; Jack blamed Jerry for his death. So Jerry had been feeling guilty for the past few months, he always visited Jack's grave and talked to him like he could hear him.

Jerry knew he was nuts, and Jack was rotting in a grave six feet under... but somehow Jerry wished there was a way he could turn back time and tell Jack about his feelings before he died.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just so much that time cannot erase

Jerry walked up the stairs to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, his eyes catching a brief glimpse of a photo he dearly loved. He got up and picked the frame up which held the treasured memory, it was of him and Jack at the Dojo. Jack had finally gotten his fifth degree black belt and was really happy.

Jerry was also happy as well, Jack had let him in the photo when Jerry was thinking he was going to pick Kim or Milton... or even Rudy. Jerry put the photo back down and flopped back on his bed.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

Today was the day that Jerry normally would have gone training at the Dojo, but everything there reminded him of Jack. If only Jerry had some way of talking to him other than sitting next to his grave and talking to him. Jerry knew there was a way... but it was very, very dangerous.

A Ouija board.

Jerry knew all the dangers behind it, but even if it meant talking to Jack, he'd take it hands down. He knew his Mum had one from when they were more popular and not cloaked by all the fear and hysteria. But before he could use it, Jerry had to find it.

He walked out of his bedroom and walked down the hallway, not bothering to avoid the creaky step. His mum was out of the house at a party, and she'd barely used the Ouija board when she'd had it. So Jerry thought she wouldn't mind if he borrowed it.

He pushed open his Mum's bedroom's door, and walked inside, heading for the wardrobe. His mum always hid stuff under or in her wardrobe. Jerry opened one of the doors, and got on his hands and knees. He rummaged through the boxes until he found what he was looking for.

The board was a little dusty and the planchette had a broken point, but it would have to do. Jerry blew the dust off the board, put the planchette in his pocket and shut the wardrobe door, after hearing his mum's car pull up in the driveway. Jerry went back to his bedroom and hid the board and the planchette under his bed. He'd get the others involved tomorrow.

The next morning at school, Jerry searched for his friends in the Cafeteria. He'd packed the Ouija board, and needed to convince them to come with him. Jerry knew Jack wouldn't hurt in. But if he was angry, Jerry needed to be careful, otherwise it would be very dangerous.

Jerry smiled as he found Kim, Eddie and Milton sat at a table. He practically ran over to them and sat down.

"You guys, yesterday I found an Ouija board in my mum's closet, do you want to come over and try it out?" Jerry asked eagerly.

"There's no real proof that they would work anyway Jerry, and it's dangerous stuff, you could get cursed if you aren't careful," Milton said. Trust Milton to ruin all the fun, Jerry thought, scowling in his friends' direction. He needed to try a different approach.

"We don't have to do anything dangerous. We can just mess around a bit, and if it gets weird, we'll stop. Deal?" Jerry looked around the table.

"Count me in," Kim smiled.

"Me too, this way I don't have to go to my nana's," Eddie said, relieved.

All six eyes looked at Milton, and after a few seconds he let out a small exasperated sigh. "Fine."

"Okay, meet me at the Dojo at nine," Jerry smiled and leant back in his chair.

Jerry knew Jack loved the Dojo, and it was like a second home to him. If Jerry could find him anywhere, it was there. But Jerry wasn't going to ask for the spirit's name, until the others were convinced it was working. If Jack was there, Jerry wouldn't have to even touch the planchette, Jack would be doing that all on his own.

So, at nine PM, they all met Jerry at the Dojo. Jerry had lit some candles and put them in places where it would light the board up. Rudy had agreed to let them stay that late, because he believed in ghosts too, only he was too scared to join them.

They all sat in a circle and Jerry placed the planchette in the middle of the board. He looked at everyone's faces in the flickering candlelight. Kim was chewing her bottom lip, Eddie looked like he wished he'd gone to his nana's instead, and Milton was emotionless, acting like he knew everything and the board wouldn't work.

"Is anyone there?" Jerry asked into the silence.

Suddenly, the planchette twitched and moved towards, "YES." Jerry shot Milton a triumphant glance as his friend's face turned worried.

"Can you prove it?" Jerry asked.

"Jerry, that's dangerous!" Milton hissed, but Jerry didn't care.

"I thought you said this wouldn't work," he shot back.

"Guys, shhh. I can hear something," Kim whispered.

They all jumped as something snapped and the mats came tumbling off the rack. Jerry knew Milton would have to believe him now. He wouldn't ask the ghost his name yet, that wasn't part of his plan. Another sign came, when the door opened itself, then slammed shut.

"Believe me now?" Jerry asked Milton.

"N-no," He managed to squeak out. Jerry rolled his eyes.

"Are you a boy?" Jerry asked.

"YES."

"When did you die?" He asked.

"July 2nd 2012," the planchette moved feverishly over the board.

"How did you die?" Kim asked bravely.

"CAR ACCIDENT," more feverish movements from the planchette followed. Jerry knew Jack was with them now. That was the exact date Jack died. He felt a small wave of comfort in knowing Jack wasn't murdered.

Jerry's eyes widened as the planchette began moving by itself. He had to admit, he was a little scared, nobody had asked a question. "I DON'T KNOW WHO WAS DRIVING THOUGH."

"Who are you?" Kim asked.

The planchette didn't move.

"Why isn't it moving?" she asked.

"Maybe it's tired?" Jerry suggested.

"The spirit probably doesn't have a name," Milton said.

"I DO BUT I'M NOT TELLING YOU BUT I'LL TELL SOMEONE ELSE," the planchette moved again, scraping across the board. "THE REST OF YOU LEAVE AND I'LL TELL THAT PERSON."

"Who needs to leave?" Jerry asked.

"KIM, EDDIE AND MILTON," the planchette spelled out and Milton and Kim's faces paled.

"How does it know who we are?" She whispered, terrified. She screamed as the door suddenly opened itself with a bang.

"I SAID LEAVE," the planchette began moving again. "YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO GET ME ANGRY YOU KNOW."

"Guys, just leave. I'll be fine," Jerry said. His friends didn't need telling twice, they got up and ran through the open door, which banged shut behind them, leaving Jerry alone with the candles, Ouija board and Jack.

"HI JERRY," the planchette moved again. "HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME?"

"Lucky guess," Jerry smiled, "I'm just glad I can talk to you."

"ME TOO. I MISS YOU." Jerry widened his eyes. Jack missed him? Him of all people.

"I miss you too," Jerry whispered quietly.

"TURN AROUND," He did as Jack asked, and Jack's ghostly figure was behind him. Jerry knew with a pang that Jack wasn't really there, just his spirit. Jerry could never hug him again, or do Karate with him. Jack's eyes were lifeless, cold and staring at him. He didn't move, just stood and stared. Jerry had to admit he was a little creeped out, he heard scraping as the planchette began moving, he turned to look at it.

"THANKS FOR VISITING ME," it spelled out.

"No problem buddy," Jerry smiled, "why can't you talk?"

"I AM DEAD JERRY." He imagined Jack's voice, chuckling as he said it. Jerry shivered slightly as he felt something cold on his shoulders. Jack was trying to put his arm around him.

"Why did everyone have to leave?" he asked Jack, turning slightly.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING."

"What?" Jerry asked.

"I LOVE YOU."

Jerry stood still. He became frozen. Jack had loved him too? For once in his life, Jerry didn't know what to do or say. He just stood there with his mouth open. Should Jerry tell Jack he loved him back, or just stay quiet?

"I love you too Jack," the words tumbled out of Jerry's mouth and he couldn't stop them.

"I HAVE TO GO NOW BUT WILL YOU TALK TO ME TOMORROW?"

"Sure thing," Jerry smiled as Jack's figure began to materialize and soon he was gone and the candles blew out. Jerry bent down towards the board, and moved the planchette over to, "GOOD BYE."

Jerry walked down the silent street, a pleasant, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Jack has loved him. His Karate partner and best friend loved him! Jerry was just upset they couldn't be with each other now they both knew the truth. Well... there was one way, question was, would Jerry be brave enough to go through with it?

He got home and shut the door quietly, expecting his mum was asleep. Jerry walked into the kitchen and silently opened the medicine cabinet, picking out a razor and a bottle of Tylenol. Should he go fast and really painful, or slow and painless?

Jerry's hand shot out, grabbed the Tylenol, and found that his legs had began taking him to his bedroom. He looked around cautiously, checking to see if anyone would come and disturb him. He popped the cap off the bottle, and spilled the pills out into his hand counter.

He took one between his fingers and gingerly put it into his mouth. Then, before he knew what he was doing, soon another tumbled down his throat... then another... then another. Jerry's head began to spin as he swallowed the last pill. He closed his eyes and let his body fall freely onto the cold floor as his legs gave out and everything went black...

Jerry heard soft whispering noises and he opened his eyes out of curiosity and he was met with a bright white light. He couldn't tell if he was inside a room or he was just floating in mid-air.

Something then hit him square in the gut, nobody was there. He was alone.

Jerry looked around frantically, trying to see anything but white. He squinted as he saw a black spec. That spec was getting larger and larger until Jerry was met with Jack's smiling face.

"Jack!" Jerry froze. How was this possible? Nevertheless, he was happy. Jerry's body suddenly got a lot warmer as Jack wrapped his arms around him. Jerry held on tight to Jack and looked at his face, running his finger over a large bruise by his eye.

"I'm I dead?" Jerry asked nervously.

"Yeah, you are," Jack whispered.

"What happened to you?" Jerry asked, noting the various cuts and bruises over the other boy.

"I'll show you," Jack said. "Close your eyes." He gently took Jerry's hand and closed his eyes after he had done so. Jack thought back to that day, and everything came flooding back into him.

Jerry felt the collision too, only he felt something else. It felt like he was floating in mid-air. Soon, he landed softly on the floor. He couldn't even tell if it was floor, he opened his eyes and he was on Fleming Street, by Jack's house. And Jack was standing outside, banging furiously on the front door.

What?!

"Jack?" Jerry made a move towards the house, but a strong arm stopped him in his tracks.

"He can't hear you," the Jack which was still holding his hand spoke. "Or see us for that matter."

"Well then-"

"You said you wanted to see me before I-" Jack drew his finger across his neck and slumped his head sideways before looking at Jerry's shocked expression.

"We've gone back in time?!" he asked in amazement.

"Kind of," Jack said. "We're in my thoughts right now, if we'd travelled back in time, we'd both still be alive."

"So what do I do now?" Jerry asked.

"Watch I suppose," Jack shrugged, looking at himself as he continued to bang on the door to his house.

'Jack' stopped knocking on the door as it opened, revealing his father. He was drunk and both boys watching the scene could practically taste the scent of alcohol radiating from the larger figure. Jack watched as his father began yelling and hit him around the face, and his hand flew to his face, where the bruise was. He then watched himself stagger towards the road, not seeing a car coming. It hit him full force in his side, and his body flew a few feet through the air, leaving him curled up in a ball as the driver of the car got out frantically and attempted CPR a few times, before realising it was too late.

"I'm sorry," Jerry said.

"Don't worry," Jack smiled. "You're here now."

Jerry smiled back and he felt his body go light again, then it all came back to him and he and Jack landed with a thud on the white ground. It was a lot softer than Jerry expected, but it still hurt him. He pulled Jack to his feet when he got up and he brushed his shirt off.

"I love you Jack," Jerry whispered.

"I love you too," Jack whispered back.

Bonita was starting to worry about her son. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Jerry hadn't come out of his room. Bonita opened the door to Jerry's bedroom, and gasped in shock and horror as she found Jerry's lifeless body on his bed.

Bonita rushed over to him and cradled Jerry's head in her arms. She squinted through her sudden tears at a blurred piece of white, scrunched up in Jerry's hand. Bonita gingerly scraped it out of her son's hand and unscrewed it.

Dear Mamma,

I'm sorry for the pain I must be putting you through right now, but I'm where I belong now. I used your Ouija board to contact Jack's spirit and we discovered we both loved each other, and since there was no other way to bring Jack back, I decided to join him.

You don't need to worry about me. I love you Mamma.

Love Jerry.

Even through her tears, and the seriousness of the situation, Bonita couldn't help but smile. Her son had finally found happiness with a man who loved him, and would continue to love him very much.

Always, and forever.

So... how was it?