Gene looked at the girl with a smile, absently noticing that the girl hadn't fawned over his looks yet, before holding out a hand. "Well it's nice to meet you Miss Lionheart. My name is Eugene Davis. Perhaps you have heard of me?"

She must've what with being a part of the paranormal world.

Ava gave him a bemused look before shaking his hand slowly. "Uh not to my knowledge no. Why are you someone important?"

Apparently not.

She gasped quietly as a thought came to her head. "You're not some kind of long-lost prince, are you? A samurai? I better not have raised a great warrior from the dead...again."

Now it was Gene's turn to look bewildered. "What?"

"You'd be surprised at how many times that has happened. Once I accidently rose George Washington from his grave." Ava shrugged helplessly. "Now that was an awkward weekend. Lovely fellow though."

"Rest assured, I am not some long lost prince, samurai or great warrior. Though I do want to hear the full story of you reanimating George Washington." Gene cracked a grin before a shiver racked his frame.

Right. He was still drenched in lake water and it was getting dark. He should probably call a taxi or something. At least that's what Oliver would do-

Wait! Oliver!

"Oh bugger." Gene muttered as he realized that his bond with his twin was offline. That meant that Oliver must have either felt or saw him die. Double bugger.

"...are you British?" Ava asked, looking mildly amused as Gene searched his pockets frantically.

"Yeah I am." Gene spoke offhandedly still focused on finding his phone. "You?"

"Mm... American." She watched him search for a few more seconds before nudging him gently. "You do realize even if you find your phone -which honestly is most likely at the bottom of the lake by now- it wouldn't work because it was submerged for who knows how long?"

Gene paused as he realized she was right. With a sigh and a hanging head he stood up. It was rather difficult as his legs seemed to stop cooperating. Once he was finally standing, he turned to Ava as she too stood up. He was rather amused to notice that he was several inches taller than her.

"So, Miss Necromancer, do you have a phone I could use or do your powers work on electronics as well?" Gene asked his lips twitching as he heard her mutter about 'tall people'

She gave him a flat look. "That would be Cyberkinesis. And no, I don't do that." She reached into her pocket and pulled out an iPhone before tossing it to him. "Here."

Gene fumbled slightly at catching it but that was only because his fingers were going stiff from the cold...or so he hoped. Muttering a quick thanks, he then dialed Oliver's number hoping that he would pick up quickly. It went straight to voicemail. Damn.

Quickly he tried Lin's number but it went to voicemail as well. With a huff he tried both his mother's and father's numbers. Each time it just went to voicemail.

"Bloody hell." He muttered crossly, he kicked at a pebble and sent it flying into the lake.

"No one answered?" Ava asked curiously, she gave a sympathetic wince when he just glowered in her direction. "That sucks. But we should probably get going. It's getting late and really cold too. Wouldn't want to get hypothermia or something."

Gene sighed knowing that he needed to contact his family as soon as physically possible in case Oliver did something idiotic with his powers again. But Ava was right, the more pressing matter was getting into some dry clothes before he caught hypothermia and died... again.

Which reminded him...

"So, Ava, how exactly did you bring me back to life?" Gene asked as the two walked along the path that led into town. "Did you do a ritual? Read a spell? Smack me back to life?"

Ava blushed lightly still feeling the embarrassment of bringing him back so forcefully. "Uh...well It was kind of an accident."

"So, you said." Gene's tone was amused. "But it still doesn't explain how exactly you did it."

"Well...Y'see I was taking a walk passed the lake here, and noticed that it had a death aura around it. So, being the curious idiot that I am, I decided to investigate."

"What exactly is a 'death aura' if you don't mind me asking?" Gene asked, rather fascinated. He could practically imagine Oliver demanding answers of her.

"Oh. A death aura is when a place or an object, or maybe even a person has come in contact or, in this case, witnessed a death recently." Ava shrugged at the look he gave her. "It usually comes across as a heavy feeling of sorrow or anger. It usually depends on if the death was sudden and violent- like a murder or a car crash- or still and peaceful- like of old age or sickness. For some you can even see a haze or mist surrounding the place, object or person."

"I see," Gene mumbled as his thoughts raced upon receiving the information. "And do you see this mist?"

"Yeah, usually. That's what drew my eye to you. Lucky thing too otherwise I'd be here forever trying to search for you." She gave him a quick grin before continuing her explanation. "So anyway, I saw the death aura around the lake and followed it to where you had sunk to the bottom. I pulled you up which took longer than I had anticipated. -you're not exactly light you know."

"Hey! Are you calling me fat?" Gene gasped in mock outrage, stopping in his tracks.

"Meh, if the boot fits British boy." She snickered at his offended glare; she too had paused in her walking. "After unwrapping you from that blanket you were tangled up in, I tried to wake you up."

"By slapping my face." Gene's voice was flat.

"Heh...yeah. That might not have been the brightest idea. All I know was that I wanted you to wake up and then suddenly you're spitting up water all over yourself like some drooling baby."

"I am not a drooling baby." Gene sniffed, turning away from her smirking face.

Rolling her eyes at his dramatics she continued walking down the path, only to laugh as he squawked in outrage at being left behind. They walked in a companionable silence until Gene noticed Ava glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

"What?"

Ava ducked her head in embarrassment, her cheeks tinged pink. "It's nothing..."

"No, it's not. What is it?" Gene asked again, giving her a curious look.

"Why do you... um... what I mean to say is..." She huffed in frustration at being unable to find the right words. "Are you a psychic?"

"In a manner of speaking," Gene hummed giving her a small smile. "I'm a medium."

"Oh honey, have you looked in the mirror? I'd say a size higher with those legs of yours."

Gene blinked at her not quite getting what she was talking about before it clicked. "What- no I meant a 'medium' as in, I see dead people."

"Did you just quote The Sixth Sense?" Ava snorted in amusement.

"I... It wasn't intentional." Gene spluttered and now it was his turn for his cheeks to flush.

"Sure, it wasn't." Ava snickered before shrugging at his look. "Sorry, sorry... please continue Mr. I see-dead-people."

Gene rolled his eyes again before continuing his explanation and ignoring her amused laughter. "I can see ghosts and talk with them. I'm what's called a perfect medium, that means that if or when I get possessed, I am able to speak whichever language the ghost spoke in their past life."

"Interesting. But tell me this British boy, why on earth would you want to be possessed by a ghost? That is the stupidest idea I have heard all day."

"It's a thing Mediums do; I wouldn't expect a necromancer to understand." Gene's tone was teasing.

Ava blinked at that before smirking. "Fair enough."

Gene chuckled before continuing. "In all seriousness, it's a thing we do to help the spirits of the departed crossover into the next life. Sort of a 'last rite' if you will. For instance, if I met a ghost of say a grandma and her biggest regret was not saying goodbye to her family then I would allow her to possess me so that she may fulfill her final wish and then pass over."

"Oh." Ava went quiet for a length of time mulling that over in her mind. "That's really cool."

"So, what do you do? As a necromancer I mean." He gave her a sideways smirk. "Y'know besides accidently reanimating founding fathers."

Ava scowled and muttered something about how that happened only once but no one would ever let it go. "Well it depends on the people and on the situations. Like this one time there was a couple who had gotten into a car crash. It was quite sad because they had only just gotten married a week prior, the husband was alright, only a few broken bones but the wife was in critical condition."

"So, what did you do?" Gene asked, captivated by the story.

"I helped them of course, though I hadn't planned on it. I was at the hospital visiting this old guy, Carl, that was there visiting the children -nice dude, he loved volunteering in the pediatric ward- when we heard the reaction of the husband finding out that his new wife would probably never wake up. Carl, who knew exactly who and what I am, was moved by the husband's grief and offered his life in exchange for the young woman's. After making sure that Carl was absolutely sure about his offer, I went to the young man and introduced myself. Now the husband's name was Keith and when he heard that I could potentially help his wife wake up he agreed to the terms. Once the spell was done the wife woke up and Carl passed away."

There was silence for a bit after the end of her story, Ava lost in memories and Gene in his thoughts. They both were so preoccupied with this that they didn't realize they had made it into town until they heard the hustle and bustle of the town's inhabitants.

"So, what is next for you British boy?" Ava asked curiously.

"Shower and clean clothes." Gene said immediately, he wanted to get out of his still damp clothes as soon as he could.

Ava snorted at that. "And then?"

"Then I have to call my brother."

A/N: Please note that I am taking creative liberties with the necromancer magic, I also drew on inspiration from BBC's Merlin, in the act of mirroring life and death.

I DO NOT OWN BBC'S MERLIN OR GHOST HUNT. Thank you for reading and please leave a review if you can! :)