Disclaimer: Beware of Spoilers for Season 4. In addition, these characters do not belong to me, nor does the whole Sam/Jim storyline as it stands now. All that belongs to me is the dialogue of what I think —might— happen. Also, some plot points in this story belong to me seeing how this was started on Friday after 'Pieces of You' (even though it was posted on the 9th) and even though I have no idea how the whole Jim/Sam plot is going to work out, this story is my idea. Plus, this is my first piece of Ghost Whisperer Fan Fiction so please be kind.

Melinda's world is changed. She learns that not all that was lost is gone forever. And while Sam is dealing with the pieces of his old life they both have to come to grips with what they know and what they believe if they have any hope of moving forward.

Chapter Four: Colliding Worlds

It was late in the afternoon when Sam returned home and when he did he saw two women sitting on Melinda's porch. One was Melinda herself; the other was a blonde beauty that he had never met before— maybe she's someone from my other life. But as much as Sam wanted to remember who he had been before the motorcycle accident he was beginning to get the feeling that who he was now, after the accident with no memory was someone that he wanted to be. He stepped out of his car and the blonde woman was instantly on her feet and racing towards him. She threw herself at him, her arms around his neck and her hands in his hair.

"Oh Sam!" she cried as she buried her head into his shoulder. "Marcus told me, but I didn't believe it. I came down to this stupid backwater town as quickly as I could and—"

"Uh excuse me," Sam began as he pushed the woman off him. "Who are you?"

"Sam, it's me…Becca."

Sam looked into the woman's tear filled eyes but nothing came to him.

"Sorry," he stated shaking his head. "Nothing."

Rebecca turned and glared at Melinda who was still sitting on the steps before turning back to the man that she loved. "Why are you here?" she asked. "Why aren't you with your parents? Why didn't you call me? You called Marcus…"

"…I called all the men in my phone but they all seem crazy."

"Crazy?" asked Rebecca, her eyes narrowing. "Sam, you don't remember who I am. We've been dating for the past three years. That's crazy."

"No actually," Sam stated as he stepped around Rebecca. "It's my life now."

Rebecca sighed. "You have to come with me."

Sam shook his head. "I live here."

"Over some garage with a woman you barely know?"

"Melinda—"

"She's known you for a couple months Sam. I've known you for years."

"Then where have you been these past few weeks huh?" he asked watching the doubt and fear and pain flicker across Rebecca's ice blue eyes. "When I was in the hospital scared out of my mind because I had no idea who I was, where were you?"

Rebecca said nothing, so Sam continued.

"That woman," he paused pointing to Melinda whose face suddenly shot up at the sound of her name. "Melinda," Sam continued his voice softer. "Melinda was at my bedside every day while I recovered. She opened up her home to me when my family was falling apart. She has been the only sane person that I've met since I awoke and I want to know that if we were so close, where were you when I needed you most?"

Rebecca closed her eyes and after a couple seconds opened them again. "Listen, I know that you said that you wanted us to move to this small town but look what it's done to you."

Sam shook his head and started walking backwards toward Melinda. "I got into a freak accident and until I remember who I am, my place is here."

"Your place is with me!"

Sam sighed. "Listen to me, I am willing to get to know you again Becky,"

"—it's Becca—"

"Becca," Sam corrected. "I am willing to get to know you but you're going to have to give me time…I know that that's not fair to you but it's the best I can do right now seeing how I don't know you."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed and she crossed the short distance between Sam and herself and kissed him as passionately as she could. Melinda couldn't watch and turned her head away and therefore she was unaware that Sam remained unmoving and pushed Rebecca away as soon as she took a breath.

"You're telling me that that did nothing for you?" Rebecca asked her voice high and screechy causing Melinda to look up again. "Sam, it had to have done something. This is me we're talking about."

Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry Becca. I really am. But you're going to have to give me time." And with that, Sam stalked off to the garage leaving Melinda to deal with Rebecca.

"You're more than welcome to—"

"Oh don't you dare offer me your hospitality," Rebecca whispered venomously as she turned on Melinda. "Sam and I were talking about marriage before he decided that he had had enough of the big city and wanted a quieter existence. Marriage. And now he has no memory of me. None at all and he's staying with you."

"Where were you?" Melinda asked. "Where were you really?"

Rebecca's face closed up, essentially giving Melinda her answer.

"You guys broke up."

Rebecca shook her head. "No."

Doing some quick math in her head Melinda continued. "Sam was in the hospital for three days. He's been here with me for three weeks. You guys broke up a month ago. Didn't you?"

"What business do you have here?" Rebecca asked angrily.

"Sam is my business," Melinda countered sharply. "As of right now I'm the only person who's not...who's not lying to him and not forcing him to remember something that he might never remember."

"Oh yeah?" asked Rebecca with a raised eyebrow. "There's no other reason."

"No."

"You just lost your husband," Rebecca pointed out.

"A week or so before Sam's accident," Melinda confirmed. "Why does that matter?"

"The way you talk about Sam," Rebecca continued. "—the tone in your voice, it sounds as though you're in love with him."

Melinda took a sharp intake of breath, something that Rebecca noticed. "I thought so."

"Listen, whatever you think—"

Rebecca shook her head. "Clearly you're grieving and who knows maybe Sam having no memory is some pet project of yours but be warned Miss Gordon, I know Sam. He's strong. He'll recover his memories and when he does he will be gone out of your life so quickly that it'll give you whiplash."

With that, Rebecca stalked off to her car and drove away.

Melinda sighed and turned towards the garage, only to see Sam disappear within. Oh great, Melinda thought to herself as tears rose to her eyes. He heard all that. What am I going to do now?

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Sam was dreaming. He was standing in the rain and Melinda was before him. "Maybe I'll tell you someday," she stated before she turned and walked away. Sam looked at her retreating form and he wanted nothing more than to follow her. Sighing he turned to the shop window and saw that his face was distorted. That's odd, he thought to himself. I should be able to see myself in the window…but he couldn't.

Then the scene shifted and he found himself walking along a path in a park with Melinda by his side. "You promised me that you'd tell me someday."

"What?" she asked, looking surprised.

"How did you know?"

Melinda sighed knowing exactly what he wanted to know. "You want to know?"

Sam nodded. "I do."

"Alright then…I have this gift."

"Gift?" asked Sam.

Melinda nodded. "I can see spirits."

"Ghosts," Sam clarified.

Melinda nodded again. "Yes…" she paused and looked at his face. "Is that a problem?"

Sam shook his head. "No."

"No?" Melinda asked in shock. "You believe me?"

"Of course I believe you." Sam replied with a smile as he wrapped an arm around her.

Melinda laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You," she replied.

"Me?"

Melinda laughed again. "Yes you. That's got to be the best reaction I've ever gotten from telling someone about my gift. It's kinda comforting."

Sam smiled. "Well I'm glad to be of service."

Melinda smiled back. "What did I ever do to deserve you Jim?"

—End of Chapter Four—

Authors Note: In case anyone's confused--that dream is really a memory-- 'Sam' is having a memory of 'Jim's life. Does that bode well for our characters? Only time will tell. And I have to say, 20 Reviews? Good Grief. Never did I imagine that this story of mine would garner such reviews. Thank you to each and everyone one of you. Please take the time to review this chapter as well. It's another cliff hanger, but hopefully you all won't mind. The next chapter is forthcoming...I hope to have this story done or almost done by Friday when the new episode airs. :D I have to say that as much as you guys are enjoying reading this, I'm enjoying writing it. The character, Melinda in particular just seem to be writing themselves. :D But please, review! I love hearing what you guys think!