A/N: Funnily enough, though I mentioned in chapter 46 that all of the last five chapters are songfics, I was kidding! This one isn't. It does, however, have a decidedly supernatural feel to it, which you will understand when you read further. Also, warning for ruminations of suicide. Poem was written by Anonymous. Usual disclaimer applies as it ALWAYS HAS AND ALWAYS WILL. God, I'm so tired of writing that...but only one more chapter, right? Anywho...

Chapter 49- Meet You There

"Now you're gone,
I wonder why
You left me here,
I think about it on, and on,
And on, and on, and on, again.
I know you're never coming back,
I hope that you can hear me,
I'm waiting to hear from you…
Until I do,

You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come…

I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.

I wish I could have told you,
The things I kept inside,
But now I guess its just too late.
So many things remind me of you,
I hope that you can hear me,
I miss you,
This is goodbye,
One last time…

You're gone away,
I'm left alone,
A part of me is gone,
And I'm not moving on,
So wait for me,
I know the day will come…

I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there.

I'll meet you there...

And where I go you'll be there with me,
Forever you'll be right here with me…

I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me to,
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you here,
I'll meet you there,
No matter where life takes me...
I'll meet you there,
And even if I need you...
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there...
I'll meet you there…"

Meet You There by Simple Plan

Sara sat in their house, their now far too quiet house. Nicola and Freya were staying with Catherine, and now she was alone. Or she would be alone if Greg's presence didn't haunt her.

He was still present in their house. His clothes still hung in the closet, his toothbrush still sat in its holder next to hers, his scent still lingered throughout the silent rooms. She took a deep breath and could smell him there. His scent was that of dark coffee and sweet candy, the smell of a morning after rain. It was already fading, and she had to smell his clothes to keep it fresh in her mind.

She couldn't sleep in their bed anymore. It was too big, and the realization she got whenever she rolled over in the middle of the night and there was no one there…well, she could do without it. She had decided to sleep on the couch instead, at least until it…it got better.

She was sitting on the couch now, mug of tea cradled in her hands, watching a video as it played on the T.V. It was the homemade video from their wedding, the one that Warrick had videotaped. Sara started crying again as the camera zoomed in on Greg's face, so full of light, full of life as he watched her walk down the aisle.

Unable to stand it anymore, she clicked off the T.V., looking instead at the sleeping pills on the table. She had been taking them every night, just to get a couple of hours of sleep, but now she was wondering if perhaps she could use them for a different purpose.

Tears coursed down her face as she struggled between the thought of seeing Greg again and the thought of being there to raise their daughters. She knew that they would be taken care of; Catherine would probably take them in. It would be hardest on Nicola, who was dealing with losing her second father, and if Sara decided to go through with it, she would lose another mother as well.

But Nicola was strong; she was a fighter. God, she was so much like Greg in that aspect. When Sara looked at Nicola, she saw Greg, even though she wasn't his biological daughter. They shared their quirky sense of humor, their love for life, their will to fight.

What saddened Sara was that her daughter would never know her father. Freya would have to rely on everyone else's memories and on videos of Greg. Sara supposed it didn't really matter, then, if Freya lost a mother…she'd never remember anyway.

Sara made up her mind. Her children could live without her, but she couldn't live without Greg. Trembling, she reached out a hand for the pills and was shocked when someone else picked them up first.

She looked up and her heart clenched. It was Greg. He was standing there, dressed as usual in a pair of jeans and one of his t-shirts. His hair was spiked, and he looked…healthy. He looked whole.

He glanced down at the bottle of pills, then looked at her sadly. She couldn't meet his eyes. "Sara…" he whispered, his voice echoing slightly as if it came from far away. "Sara, what are you doing?"

She started to sob. "Greg, I can't do it. I can't take it! I need you…I need you…"

Greg looked at her mournfully and set the bottle down on the table before sitting next to her on the couch. "Sara, sweetie, I'm here. I've always been here and I will always be here."

"Greg, I know that a part of you will always be here with me, but I don't want a part of you. I want all of you. I need all of you. Greg, I love you."

Ghostly transparent tears traced their way down Greg's face and disappeared into thin air when they dripped off. "Sara, I know. I love you, and I miss you, and I most certainly need you, but you can't do this. There'll be one day when we will be together again, but that day is not today."

"How do you know?" she challenged. "How do you know that our time to be together is not now?"

"Because if it was time now," he said calmly, "you wouldn't have to commit suicide to be with me." Sara didn't say anything; she just shook her head. Greg sighed and took one of her hands, holding it in his own. "Sara, I was given a choice. As I lay dying, a voice asked me if I would rather spend this lifetime with you, and an eternity apart, or have you spend the rest of your life without me, and then we can spend eternity together. I chose the second one because even though I can't be with you physically in this lifetime, during your time on earth, I will always be with you."

"But how will I know?" she cried, unable to hold back all the doubt she felt inside. "How will I know that you're with me?"

Greg smiled sadly at her. "Just look at our daughter," he said quietly. "She is the product of our love, in human form. If you need a reminder that our love still lives, look at the beautiful baby girl you gave birth to. Look at the ring on your finger, because that is the promise that I made to you when I married you. I told you I would never leave you, and I won't."

"But…where will you be?" she insisted, eyes searching his. "Where will you be? Where will I be able to find you?"

"Sara, wherever you go, no matter where you are, I'll be there. Let me tell you a poem I heard once.

'Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle morning rain
And when you wake in the morning's hush
I am that sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.'

"Sweetheart, that's how it will be with me. I will be with you all the time, in everything you see and touch."

Sara didn't bother wiping away the tears that flowed freely down her face; she simply threw herself into Greg's arms and cried on his shoulder. He hugged her tightly, holding on as if he's never let go. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he murmured as he stroked her hair.

They pulled apart reluctantly and Greg wiped a tear off her cheek with his thumb. "Sweetheart, I have to go now," he whispered, clearly not wanting to leave. "My time is almost up." She didn't bother protesting, just nodded her head and bit her lip. "C'mon, I'll put you to bed," he said, and he carried her into their room and set her on the bed.

"Greg, will you just come lie with me? Please?" she asked, voice trembling slightly. He nodded and lay down next to her, wrapping his arms around her, just like he used to. "I love you, Greg," she whispered, holding on to him tightly. "I'll always love you, and I promise that when I die, I'll come find you, no matter what."

She kissed him, one last, sweet kiss, then laid her head on the pillow. "I love you too, Sara," he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair comfortingly as she drifted off to sleep. Greg was drifting off too, but he was drifting back to where he had come from.

As he slowly disappeared, he whispered in response to what Sara had said earlier, "I'll meet you there."