So, basically the premise of this is how Bridgette comes back to life in the human AU. It was really fun to write, and I hope it's as fun to read! I might write some more stuff like this, basically to explain Bridgette's backstory how it's been modified.

- Mossy

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Minty- Thanks! I really like Bristlerose as a character, she's easily one of my favorites.

"Well Ms. Light," Aeron looked at Bridgette, oddly smug, "The problem is that you appear to be dead."

Bridgette glared at him and so wished she could do something to Aeron to wipe that grin off his face. Unfortunately, she had quickly discovered that she couldn't exactly touch anything. It was making interacting with objects quite difficult.

"So, why am I not in heaven yet, or wherever I'm supposed to go?" Bridgette raised an eyebrow at Aeron.

"Ah Ms. Light," Aeron winked at her, "I have several tricks up my sleeve. Right now, I currently have control over your soul and I have prevented it from moving in to the afterlife. You're body is currently in the hospital, but it's not in the best of shape. I can repair it though, and you will be revived."

"So, weird demon magic?" Bridgette sighed, "Why is it always weird demon magic?"

"My magic is the only reason you're not completely dead right now," Aeron told her. They were standing in his monochrome office and Bridgette glared at him as he took another sip of his wine. "Your job is to sneak into the hospital and open a window."

"Ahem," Bridgette gave him a dirty look, "How one earth am I supposed to do that when I'm an incorporeal ghost genius?"

"I have a plan for that Ms. Light, one of your relatives will be assisting you," Aeron smirked and opened a portal, flinging Bridgette through it. She screamed and landed in the corner of… Parker's dorm? What the heck has that crazy old man got planned?

Honestly, her older brother wasn't in great shape. His lip was split and he was stumbling around as Hawk punched him again and again while shouting various insults. Bridgette narrowed her eyes at her brute of a half-brother and reached for her knife. Then, she remembered that she was a ghost and didn't have a knife. She stormed over there, trying to figure out how to stop this before Hawk killed Parker.

She tried grabbing him, but her hands just went right through Hawk. She tried screaming and making threats but no one could hear her. Bridgette was looking around the room thinking maybe she could figure out how to throw something at him when Parker fell into her. "What the-?" She exclaimed and suddenly felt like she was falling too. She landed on the ground with a hard thud, feeling very disoriented and in pain. She gritted her teeth, trying to work out what had happened. She looked around for Parker, but couldn't see him. She stood up and was surprised that she couldn't find Parker.

She didn't have a lot of time to think though because Hawk was glaring at her. "You want some more?" he yelled. Wait a minute…

Oh God, I'm in Parker!

That was definitely strange but Bridgette didn't have much time to think because a fist came flying at her face. Luckily, months of training kicked in and she narrowly dodged out of the way and wiped the blood off Parker's lip. This is going to be interesting, although Parker's reflexes are slower than my usual ones. It was annoying to be honest.

She got into a fighting stance and winced because God Parker's leg did not like to have weight put on it in that way. How does he get anything done? Hawk took another swing, leaving him wide. Bridgette side stepped out of the way, ignoring the complaints of Parker's leg. She uppercutted Hawk in the jaw, sending him staggering back.

"How about a taste of your own medicine, big guy?" she smirked and chopped him in the throat, rendering Hawk unconscious. That wasn't too hard. Well, at least now she could interact with objects again. She looked in the mirror. My, Parker looks awful. She couldn't really fix his face, but his clothes looked horrible. She wasn't going out like this. She opened the closet and looked for some better attire. It she was taking Parker for a joyride, she may as well do it in style. She took off the bloody, baggy hoodie and took a moment to note that Parker had quite a lot of scars she had never seen. She took a deep breath, as anger bubbled up. Sometimes I wish Dad hadn't died so I could have killed him myself.

She regained her bearings and pulled on a white t-shirt. Bridgette remembered that old leather jacket she had convinced Parker to buy that he'd never worn. She smirked and threw it on. Better.

She almost wanted to go for a fifties greaser look, but Parker's curls would not obey the hair gel.

She grabbed some car keys. It was time to head out. First, she went to the store and bought some band-aids, icepacks, and ibuprofen. Parker would probably need those in the morning. She was still annoyed by his stiff leg. Having an injury like that made her feel… vulnerable. Also, walking was a lot harder. She was purchasing the objects when the cashier asked for her name.

"Uh, Bri- Parker, definitely Parker," she smiled. The cashier was a pretty girl, around Parker's age. She had dark brown hair and green eyes that kept checking Bridgette out. It was making her uncomfortable, to be honest.

The girl leaned forward flirtatiously and Bridgette noticed that her shirt was a little low cut. She averted her gaze. "You doing anything tonight, Parker?" she winked. Bridgette backed away, this was weird.

"I'm going to go… visit my sister in the hospital," Bridgette shrugged, because that was sort of true.

"Oh, that's too sad," the girl look both concerned and disappointed. She handed Bridgette a slip of paper. "I'll give you a discount on your purchase," she smiled.

Bridgette picked up a chocolate bar, "Can I get this too?"

"It's on the house," the girl grinned at her and handed her a sheet of paper, "Just in case you're less busy later this week, my shift ends at nine. I'm Ava, by the way."

Bridgette pocketed the girl's number and waved goodbye, "Thanks, I'm… flattered. Maybe I'll take you up on that." She winked back and the busty cashier giggled.

She quickly walked out of the store, feeling very sweaty. Huh, must be Parker's anxiety. She wasn't sure that was the case, but she couldn't dwell on that right now.

She walked into the hospital and the receptionist immediately gave her the room number. "Poor baby," he said, "You were already in here all day earlier and you're so worried you forget the room number." Parker was here all day? That made Bridgette smile. She almost wanted to give him a hug, although that would be a tad strange in their current situation.

She went into the room and looked at herself. She looked so… small lying there on a ventilator, tubes coming out of her arms. She immediately hated it. Bridgette tore her gaze away from her body and opened the window in the hospital room. A large shadow snuck into the room and reformed into a man.

"Good work Ms. Light," Aeron smirked, "You have performed your task admirably. I will set to work on repairing your body and it should be ready for your soul to re-enter it in the morning."

"Why couldn't you have just teleported in here?" Bridgette frowned. The one good thing about being Parker is at least her and Aeron were on the same eye-level. That was pretty much the only good thing.

"I didn't know the room number Ms. Light," Aeron explained and smirked again.

"You can read minds!" Bridgette exclaimed, "What are you talking about?" Hearing her usual frank sarcasm coming from Parker was almost amusing.

"Where's the fun in that?" Aeron chuckled, "Now, please leave me to my work."

Bridgette groaned and shuffled out of the room, still not used to Parker's awkward gait. When she finally arrived at his dorm, Hawk was beginning to stir. She chopped him in the throat again, knocking him out for a few more hours.

She took off the jacket and wrote a note to Parker.

Meds and first aid supplies in bag next to bed. Chocolate bar in there too. You're welcome. -Bridgette

And with that she but some antibiotic ointment on some of Parker's fresher cuts and bandaged him up as best she could. It wasn't too difficult, she was used to doing it to herself. She laid down in his bed and went to sleep while concentrating on leaving Parker's body. That worked and the next thing she knew she was standing to the side as a ghost again.

She walked through the wall. It was time to go haunt Tom.