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 December 5th 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 Eight: Causing a Stir.

"Are you sure that you want me to stay here?" Jim asked as he helped Melinda in the door. It was the following day and Melinda had been released in good health. "I mean I'm sure the garage is still open."

Melinda just looked at him with a disparaging look on her face. "Jim," she stated as he closed the door behind him. "You're my husband," she paused and put her hands on her stomach. "You're the father of my very healthy baby. Of course you can stay here."

Jim sighed. "Well legally—"

Melinda shook her head. "Legally, smegally. It doesn't matter to me. You're my husband; the man who I said that I would spend the rest of my life with. For better—"

"—or worse." Jim interrupted as he took Melinda into his arms. "We really have been put through worse haven't we?"

Melinda nodded. "Yes," she stated quietly. "We have…"

Jim noticed as Melinda tried to stifle a yawn. "Come on," he ordered as he led her upstairs. "You need some rest."

"I don't want rest," Melinda argued with a pout. "I just got you back."

Jim smiled as they approached their bedroom. He led her to the bed and made sure that she was comfortable. "I'm not going anywhere," he assured as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I'll be right here when you wake up."

"Mmm, promise?" Melinda asked as she began to fall asleep.

"Promise…"

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Melinda was surrounded by a bright golden light. She had seen the light twice before when she had almost died. But seeing it now didn't worry her. She knew that she was just being visited by a friendly spirit and soon enough the light morphed into the image of her grandmother. "Hello Melinda," she stated warmly.

"Grandma," Melinda stated feeling and sounding like a child again. "What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't the question be what are you doing here?"

Melinda looked sharply around her eyes wide with a fear that she suddenly could not dispel. "That's right. What am I doing here?"

"You're here Melinda because I have been watching you and the struggles that you have had to go through," her grandmother explained with a loving smile on her face. "And because of it we're giving you a gift."

"We?" asked Melinda, not quite sure as to what was going on.

"The light dear," her grandmother stated. "We in the light are giving you a gift."

"What—what kind of gift?"

But before Melinda could get an answer she found the light fading.

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Melinda woke in her own bed, with the arms of her husband around her. Or rather former husband who has come back from the dead, she thought to herself with a smile as she rolled over to face the man who was her husband, but didn't look like her husband. However, when she gazed upon his face she screamed.

"What?' asked Jim as he awoke with a start looking at Melinda bewildered himself. "What's going on?"

"You're…Jim…you…your face!" Melinda cried out not sure whether to be shocked or happy or what. "Look at your face!"

Jim was up in an instant and raced to their small bathroom. Throwing on the light he looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked himself at what he saw, and what he felt. "It's—that's—" he stuttered unable to get a sentence out for the look of his old face was a sight that he had not expected to see ever again.

"That's you…" Melinda whispered as she came up behind her husband. "…a gift."

"What?" asked Jim turning around to face his wife. "What gift?"

"Before I woke up I had a dream," Melinda explained. "I dreamed that I was in the light, and my grandmother was there. She said that she had been watching me and that she along with the rest of the people in the light decided to give me a gift…give us a gift," she paused and smiled up at her husband. "They have given you back to me completely…" Melinda paused and took Jim's hand and together they went back to bed.

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"I don't see a difference," Delia stated the following morning when Jim had driven Melinda to work. "Are you sure that you're seeing who you're seeing?" she asked turning to her best friend. "It's not some trick."

"No Delia," Melinda assured, glowing with happiness despite the fact that she couldn't understand why she and Jim were the only ones who were able to see him as he was. "I'm sure that it's not some trick. The light that I felt was real, I've felt it before and I know that my Grandma was just trying to be kind…." she paused and turned to Jim. "…she said that it was a gift for everything. I suppose that the powers that be figured that since he risked everything to be with me again, it was only fair if I saw him the way that he once was…."

"Not only that," Jim continued. "But I feel like myself again too."

Delia smiled. "Well then I'm happy for you both, though I do have a question."

Melinda looked at her friend. "What question?"

"Do I still have to call him Sam?"

Jim laughed. "Only when we're not around friends,"

"Or family," Melinda added though she instantly regretted it. "Oh Jim,"

"It's alright," Jim assured knowing that his wife was talking about his mother. "She's made peace with the fact that she's lost her three boys remember? She may never be able to accept it, but she's dealing with it, and besides," he added as he placed a loving hand on Melinda's stomach. "She has a grandchild to look forward too."

Melinda laughed and wrapped her arms around Jim when suddenly the door to her shop banged open. "There you are!" cried a shrill voice and all turned to see Rebecca standing there looking pissed as hell. "What do you think you're doing with that tramp?"

"Tramp?" Melinda asked as she took as step towards Rebecca. "You're the tramp sweetheart," she said in a condescending tone. "Now get out of my shop."

Rebecca glowered at Melinda. "I don't think so," she stated coldly. "Not with out Sam."

All eyes went to Jim and it took him a minute to realize that Rebecca was referring to him. He looked to Melinda and raised his eyebrow, his eyes wide in their own silent way while conveying that he had no idea what to do.

Narrowing her eyes only perceptively at Jim Melinda turned back to Rebecca. "Sam," she began the name sounding horrible on her tongue now that she could see her beloved Jim before her. "Sam has decided to stay."

Rebecca let out a little shriek of rage. "That's not true."

"Yes it is," Jim stated as he turned to face Rebecca. "I love Melinda and I'm going to stay here in Grandview and help her raise her baby…"

'Our baby,' Jim amended silently in his head while he watched the rage on Rebecca's face grow.

"You can't do that!" she exclaimed as she took a step closer to Jim. "You're my fiancée."

Jim shook his head. "I never proposed."

Rebecca held out her hand. "You gave me this ring,"

Jim reached forward and pulled the ring off her finger. "Correction, I bought this ring. I still don't have any memories. I might never have given it to you," he paused for a second as the wheels spun in his head. "Listen," Jim continued in a softer tone. "I know that this is unfair to you. But I promised that I would give you a chance Rebecca, and I did but there's nothing there. I don't love you."

"But you did," Rebecca countered her face scrunching up with tears. "You loved me once."

"Yeah and if you loved me, then you should have come back a lot sooner," he paused and turned to Melinda who was just staring at him with love and adoration in her eyes. "Now," Jim continued as he turned back to Rebecca. "I think that it would be best if you left."

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "This isn't over."

"Oh yes it is." Jim answered as she let the door shut behind her.

"What a bitch," Melinda muttered under her breath as soon as Rebecca was out of eye sight.

"Don't be too hard on her," Jim stated with a sympathetic tone in his voice. "To her this all must be horribly unfair."

"Still you both should get a restraining order placed against her," Delia pointed out as she came over to the happy couple. "Just in case she decides to try anything again…"

Melinda nodded. "It might not be a bad idea,"

Jim sighed and placed the blue ring into her hand.

"For me?" she asked.

Jim shook his head. "Sell it, keep it, technically it belongs to me and I don't want it."

"Technically," Delia stated with a wry smile. "You two aren't married anymore."

Melinda and Jim eyed each other as they tried to silently figure out what the other was thinking. The exchange was not lost on Delia and she regarded them with happy suspicion.

"Does this mean that we have a wedding to plan?"

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"A wedding?" Faith exclaimed in horror over the phone, which unbeknownst to her was on speaker. "Melinda you're getting married?"

"Yes," she responded as she held Jim's hand. "I am."

"My son has only been dead for five months," Faith pointed out. "And you're almost six months pregnant with his child."

"I know," Melinda stated. "But Sam and I," she paused and gave Jim's hand a squeeze. "I don't know Faith we just fell in love."

"You love Jim."

"I will always love Jim," Melinda assured. "But I love Sam too. He's been through as much trauma in his life as I have had in mine and well—he wants to help raise Jim's child."

"No one should be raising Jim's child but Jim,"

"Don't you think I know that Faith?" Melinda asked her tone taking on a sharper edge as though she still was grieving. "Don't you think that I would rather have Jim alive and well and here to see his baby?"

There was silence on the other end.

"Jim would have wanted this," Melinda continued with a steady voice. "He would have wanted me to move on. He would have wanted me to be happy…." she paused and when no answer came she continued. "Don't you want me to be happy Faith?"

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the line. "Of course I want you to be happy Melinda darling," Faith assured. "I just…I don't know why—"

"You're still grieving," Melinda interrupted her tone much softer. "And so am I, but Sam has helped me get through it, and he will be a good father for your grandchild. I promise you."

"I suppose," Faith agreed with another heavy sigh. "I wish you the best Melinda. And I want you to call me as soon as the baby is born."

Melinda smiled. "I will call you the minute I go into labour."

"I'll see you then dear,"

"Good night Faith."

"Good night Melinda."

—End of Chapter Eight—

Author's Note: Well Happy New Year beloved readers! I do hope that the six day wait wasn't too long of a wait for you guys. And I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. If you did, or even if you didn't please leave a review to lemme know what you thought. Also, I'm trying to think of a name for Melinda and Jim's baby but I just can't come up with any. Does anyone have an idea? Lemme know in the review!

And in terms of the next chapter, well I am back at school now so I am shooting for a chapter to be posted by next Tuesday but I give no promises.

Till next chapter!