wow chapter. dang. Is that plot I smell? maybe. who knows. I really just wanna skip to the part where spence and billy make out but i cant and thats super frustrating omg.

When Jane came downstairs, she saw her loving husband Hugh sitting on the couch, talking to some police officers. Quickly she scrubbed the tears off her cheeks with her shirt sleeves before speaking up, "Is everything alright?"

One of the officers stood up, and approached Jane. Auburn hair loosely framed his freckled face. He couldn't have been any older than 19. Auburn hair, auburn hair that only shown red when the light hit it just right, auburn hair like her little boy, auburn hair messy and untamed like her son, her precious child, her light her-

She only just registered that the officer was speaking to her "Mrs. Wright, are you ok?" His eyes shown with concern and empathy.

It took her a moment to respond, "Ah, yes, I'm fine."

"Please, have a seat," he gestured to the couch, the one her husband and a second officer- she assumed it was his partner- was sitting on. Silently she sat next to Hugh; he took her hand. She only looked at the second officer, white-blond hair barely showing under his hat. White blond hair that was nothing like her son's; white blond hair that was safe to look at.

The first officer cleared his throat, Jane did not look at him, but he continued on. "As I was saying, my name is Officer Hamish, and this is my partner, Officer Smith." Jane nodded in acknowledgement at the now named Officer Smith, while Hugh kept his eyes trained on Officer Hamish, listening intently.

Hugh noticed that the young officer seemed reluctant to continue. He gave his wife's hand a comforting squeeze as the young man continued on, rolling his hands as though he could coax the words out faster, "Now, as I'm sure you're aware, there is a standard procedure when investigating," he paused and ruffled his hair in what was probably a nervous habit, "these types of cases, certain measures must be taken to ensure there was no, well" he clicked his tongue as he thought of a delicate way to continue, "foul play…"

Hugh nodded, the officer took a shaky breath, "I'm afraid I can't think of a delicate way to say this, but, it appears as though your son's-" another breath "fall… occurred post mortem…"

Something broke inside Jane. Her grip on her husband's hand increased and her eyes seemed to stare into nowhere. He fell... Post mortem? After death. He was already dead. How? Why? Did that mean? Could someone have? But who? No. Jane shook her head. No.

Noticing Mrs. Wright's distress, Officer Smith spoke up, "What my partner here is trying to say-" his blue eyes locked with her brown, "Is that we have reasons to believe that your son didn't commit suicide."

Hugh was at a loss for words. Surely they can't be implying that someone killed his only son?

The much friendlier Officer Hamish did his best to offer words of comfort. "We won't let whoever did this get away with it. We're working round the clock to solve this case. Can you think of anyone who might've benefited from Spencer's death, or..?"

Jane turned and sobbed into Hugh's shoulder; he just shook his head. Officer Smith reached into his pocket as he and Hamish stood up. "Here's our card," he handed it to Hugh, "call us if you think of anything."

Hugh just nodded and turned to comforting his wife.

Officer Smith turned to his partner as he entered the squad car parked outside the gates of the Wright residence. "Do you think the parents had anything to do with this?"

Hamish just shook his head, "No, the wife seemed too distraught, and the husband also seemed pretty shook up."

"You're way too trusting," remarked Smith as he pulled away from the curb. Neither one of them noticed the curtains in young Spencer's room move as though someone had disturbed them.

Spencer slept blissfully. Billy noticed that Spencer slept a lot. Probably a way of avoiding his current situation. He didn't mind though. His sleeping face was just perfect. Like an angel.

An immaculate human being sent down by god himself. Whenever Billy saw Spence's sleeping face, he was glad he was a ghost. If Billy was still living, then Spencer would never have moved into the Cobra mansion, and Billy would have never been able to gaze down at a sleeping face that was possibly even more beautiful than his own.

How long has it been? It doesn't matter, now. Billy used to miss it- life, that is. The screaming fans, the groupies. But this was so, so, much better. At the end of the day his fans would go home to boyfriends and husbands (or girlfriends and wives in some cases), none of them ever truly belonged to him. Not in the way Spencer does.

Spencer was all his. Even more so now. Only Billy could see him, touch him, comfort him. He gently moved a lock of soft blue hair away from Spencer's sleeping face. As much as he tried to convince himself that he did it for Spencer's own good, there's a part of Billy that knows that he just wanted the boy to himself. Was that wrong? Possibly, but morality has always been a grey area for Billy, even more so that he no longer had to abide by the moral code of the living.

Spencer started to stir at Billy's gentle touch. Blearily he opened his eyes to see Billy hovering over him, as per usual. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Mornin' Billy." Spencer gave the smallest of smiles. Despite his situation Billy was the same as always. It's like the guy never learned what personal space was. Then again, if his self-centered pop-star attitude was any indication, he probably didn't.

Billy beamed back at the boy, his boy, so glad to see such a small expression of happiness. He wrapped the younger teen in a full-body hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Mornin' Spence."

Spencer laughed and pushed Billy off him. He landed hard on the floor, but stayed there to stare dreamily up at Spencer. Things were almost normal.

Spencer fell back on his bed with a fwop, and sighed contently. "You know," he began, "I think… It's not so bad," he rolled over and made eye contact with Billy, "Being a ghost, I mean."

And it wasn't. Maybe if he didn't have Billy with him, Spencer wouldn't have adjusted as quickly. But Billy was with him. And what could possibly be better than an eternity with your best friend?

It was all Billy could have hoped for. Finally Spencer had realized that this un-life, this existence was for the best. Spencer was his treasure, now and forever. And nothing could change that.