A/N: This is set after the first episode with Maya. Did take me a while to really get it done lol. Hope you enjoy, leave a review and keep those fingers crossed for season 3.

Life In Dreaming

It'd been almost a week since she died. It wasn't a 'pleasant' death by any means. It was shocking and violent and not what she deserved. It wasn't her time in the natural order of the universe and that's why she was trapped on earth as a ghost.

So now, 5 days on, she had just witnessed her own funeral and it was just as weird as you would expect. But through the service and the bewildering days before there had been the support of the only person who could see her and a fellow ghost - Thelma.

They were oddly suited, both young gay women who died young and are now doomed to walk the earth, stuck in limbo. But, if she knew the truth, she'd learn they had one more thing in common: They were both murdered by a father and son.

However, she didn't know the truth. To Maya, she had died in a tragic accident and Thelma had been terminally ill with cancer. And the vicious would of witches, demon hunters and fallen angels was as much a myth now as when she was alive.

The ghost's were sat on a bench at the lake of Medenham Hall staring out at the water. Thelma's hand had long since slid over to Maya's. The service had been so emotional, a completely different experience to her own. But Maya was close to her mum, to her family and watching them struggle to say goodbye was heart-wrenching to them both. Maya finally looked across to Thelma and gave her the most sincerely grateful smile.

"Thank you for today, coming with me. I can't imagine having to go through that alone... or without you."

Thelma shrugged. "Us dead people have to stick together."

"Thelma, you've been so great to me, if you weren't here, I'd probably still be crying in the morgue." She reached up and stroked the other girls cheek and slowly leaned in until their lips met. It was a slow kiss and as they began to build momentum and Maya's tongue began to caress Thelma's lip, she broke away.

Thelma looked at her with tear filled eyes and before she could say anything Thelma was halfway back to the school.

Maya couldn't find Thelma anywhere, she checked the canteen, the vending machines, the classrooms but she couldn't find her anywhere. That was another downside to being a ghost: No mobiles.

She was worried about her new friend. She knew there was something seriously wrong to upset Thelma that much, it's not like she could have shocked her that much by kissing her, Thelma had told her she was out and not unexperienced.

She decided to go to the school office and look for Thelma's record's, she wanted to find Thelma's old room.

Fifteen minutes later she was outside of Thelma's old room. She felt like she should knock but she didn't even know for sure that Thelma was inside.

She took a breath and tried the door knob, it opened first try. As she stuck her head around the door she saw who she was looking for. Thelma was lying on the bed, her back to the door. Maya quietly walked round to the other side of the bed and lay down with her face only inches from Thelma's. The English ghost only cried harder as she kept her eyes shut tight. In response, Maya laid her hand on Thelma's cheek and used her thumb to wipe away the tears that kept falling.

"Are you ready to tell me what's going on?" She asked softly.

Thelma let out a strangled sob as she leaned in Maya's palm. "Will you kiss me? Before I tell you, I need there to one good end."

Maya felt her heart sink. What the hell was going to come out in the next few minutes was daunting. But, she decided that the kiss might be a good idea. She wanted to tell Thelma that what she was saying was crazy, that there wouldn't be an end, not today, not for eternity, but she wasn't sure she could do that.

Maya's hand moved back into Thelma's hair as she closed the small gap between them and soon they were lost in each other. To Thelma it felt like the first kiss. Everything was new, her lips, her tongue, the skin under her hands. Maya just felt like everything was so right. But she couldn't shake the dread.

As they broke apart they still kept close with their foreheads resting on one another. "I have to tell you everything, from the start but you have to let me finish. And you have to keep an open mind, remember we are ghosts."

"Ok. I'm going to believe what ever you have to tell me. And I'll listen to everything." She promised.

Thelma took another minute to just savour the moment of having Maya right next to her. "When I was alive, I was in love with my roommate, Cassie, but she was kind of a tease. She was just never sure if she was gay but she did love me in her own way. She was my best friend here, the only one who didn't just think of me as the dyke."

Thelma realised she was getting sentimental when really she should get to the point. "Cassie was a witch. It was a family thing, all the women in her family had powers but she only found out about them just before I died. When she got her powers, a guy showed up. Azazeal. He's a fallen angel."

Maya frowned. "The Nephilim? They're real?"

Thelma could barely hide her shock. "Yes. How do you...?"

Maya grinned a little. "You know AFI? They have a song called the Nephilim and I was intrigued so I looked it up."

Thelma shrugged, "guess that saves me a little bit of explaining."

Maya smiled, "keep going."

Thelma sighed, "Azazeal kidnapped me to get to Cassie. He was still weak, he needed a willing sacrifice... he got one. I couldn't let him hurt her but that might not have been the smartest choice I ever made. He seduced her, impregnated her and the baby lived. When he was born, the Nephilim were freed. Basically meaning we were screwed but Ella, she's immortal and an annoited one. It was her job to make sure Azazeal never had a son but now he does it's her job to kill him. Only Cassie couldn't watch him die. She threw herself under the knife that meant for him and now she's gone. Every part of her." Thelma cleared her throat. "And Malachi, the son, aged fast, he looks 18 and has now enrolled here. He's trying to build power."

Thelma stopped, sat up and took Maya's hand in her own. "With Cassie being gone and Ella off falling in love with or trying to kill Malachi, I was really alone. Being a ghost finally sunk in. I was at the pub one day just trying to be near people and Malachi started talking to me about how lonely I must be. He was being a manipulative bastard. And I let him get to me, I talked to him when I should have just told him to piss off. He started pointing girls out, asking me if I fancied them. I saw someone, said that 'I'd have her'." She didn't know how she was meant to say it.

"Are you...? Did he make it happen?" She asked as she felt her eyes burn.

Thelma nodded. "I killed you. God, I killed you and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I fancied you and should have never told him that."

Thelma felt Maya's hand slip out of her's, she looked so taken aback. She was crying but she wasn't moving or making a sound, the tears were just leaking from her eyes.

"If you never want to see me again I understand."

"Just stop!" Maya scrambled to her feet and headed for the door. "I-I can't right now."

Thelma didn't even hear the door slam. She just sat on Cassie's old bed, her head hanging and waited for the ground to finally swallow her up.

Only it didn't.