Title: Ghost

Fandom: Mutant X

Characters: Emma DeLauro, Ensemble

Prompt: Sixth Sense

Rating: PG

Word Count: 717

Summary: She didn't have sixth sense, so technically, she can't see dead people.

A/N: It didn't come out the way I wanted. But anyways, since I'm too lazy to redo everything, you all just have to suffer reading this one.

She didn't have sixth sense, so technically, she can't see dead people. Well, there was one instance with the fireman who died in arson, but other than that, she couldn't remember any other incident where she had communicated with spirits and ghosts.

You'd think being able to read people's thoughts and feelings wasn't enough. She didn't need another gift.

That's why it freaked her out of her wits when she saw a white, floating lady in her room late one night. She had just come from an interesting date that ended nowhere, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with a supernatural being inside Sanctuary.

The weird thing about the floating chunk of sheet was that it was so still, so unlike the many white ladies she had seen in movies and television when she was a kid.

"What do you want?"

The ghost remained silent, her eyes forever staring into Emma's.

"Adam!" she screamed, running out of her room and into the lab, expecting the scientist to be there. She found him bent on some experiment, his concentration broken when she came rushing in the room.

"What's wrong? You look so pale."

"There is something in my room!"

"What is it?" he asked, following Emma back to her quarters.

"A ghost!"

The scientist stopped dead on his tracks. "What? Emma, there's no such thing as ghosts."

"See for your self!" she squeaked, opening the door wide and letting the scientist in.

"What the…"

The ghost remained floating, staring coldly at him. "This is impossible."

"You think!"

"Emma, I need you to calm down. Where are the others?"

A series of footsteps were heard, and three bobbing heads appeared from the doorway. "What is it?" asked the feral. "We heard Emma scream."

The psionic pointed, and the three all turned and gasped. "What's that?" Jesse asked.

"Is that a…" Brennan started, inching forward and standing in front of Emma.

Emma hid behind him, peaking slightly at the floating material in the corner of her room. "A ghost."

"Is that my Halloween costume?"

All heads turn, and Shalimar suddenly wished she hadn't spoken a word.

"What!"

"I knew I lost it," she answered, taking a step back. "I remembered trying it out and then getting an emergency call. I forgot where I left it."

"What were you doing trying your costume in MY room?"

"I…"

An utterly deadly stare made the feral grow cold, and the tension wouldn't have died down if Brennan didn't burst out laughing.

"You find something funny?"

"I'm sorry," he continued laughing, "It's just so silly. I can't help it."

The four slowly caught the mood and everyone laughed like crazy. When the last peals of laughter faded, Emma wiped the tears from her eyes and grabbed the costume. "Never do this again," she said, handing the white material to the feral.

"Sorry," Shalimar grinned sheepishly. "Well, I'm off to bed now."

"Me too," Jesse yawned, leaving with the feral.

"I'm going back to the lab," followed the scientist, rubbing his neck.

Brennan smiled at the psionic. "You're gonna be okay? Or do you want me to stay with you for the night?"

Emma's eyebrows rose. "Why do I get the feeling that Shalimar didn't misplace her costume?"

Brennan grinned. "Ah, you can read me like a book."

"That was stupid, Bren. If you wanted to stay with me for the night so badly you should have just asked, not spook me out and then offer to watch over me to make sure no real ghost ever comes."

"That didn't work, did it?"

She shook her head.

"Can I stay anyway?"

She shrugged. "I could kick you out for that joke, but I'm too much spooked out to sleep alone. So I guess you can stay."

"See? It worked."

"Fat chance," she answered, rolling her eyes and closing the door behind them.

Five hours later and two new mutants sleeping, a shadow with glowing eyes passed by the bed and out of the room.

"Mmmm, Bren, did you turn the heater off? It's freezing."

"No…," the elemental answered groggily, pulling the psionic closer. "Here, this will keep you warm."

"Mmmm," she murmured, succumbing to deep slumber once again, locked in Brennan's arms.

The shadow floated around Sanctuary, then disappeared near the lab.