After a particularly physically and emotionally exhausting shift, Dylan Keogh walked into his office, he didn't notice her at first glance until he heard her ever so familiar voice "Rough shift Grumpy" She asked softly
Dylan froze in his tracks, he swore he had just heard the voice of his ex-wife Sam Nicholls, he shook his head he couldn't have, he was just so tired after his shift that his ears were playing tricks on him.
"You're not going crazy you know Dylan"
There it was again; someone must be playing some form of cruel trick on him because Sam had died 6 months ago. He immediately spun around and started to scan his office for some form of camera, it was then that his eyes landed on her.
She was sitting on his desk, filling her nails, an annoying habit she had which always used to drive Dylan up the wall as there were always nail filings everywhere. She looked gorgeous as ever with her half blonde, half brown hair tumbling around her shoulders and wearing a pair of faded old pyjamas that had once belonged to Dylan.
"But y-you died! y-you can't be real so how are you here?" He stumbled backwards until he collapsed into his office chair.
Sam laughed softly "Of course I'm not real Dylan, you saw me die. I'm here to haunt you and make your life a living nightmare"
His expression switched from one of confusion to one of horror and Sam burst out laughing "Dylan I'm kidding, all of that stuff you see in movies is nonsense. I'm not going to haunt you so you can chill out"
Dylan put his hand in his hands "Even in the afterlife you're making me question my sanity" He grumbled
Sam laughed, how he'd missed hearing her sweet melodic laugh "What am I good for if I can't make you question your sanity eh Grumpy?"
Eventually Dylan was calm enough to have a rational discussion with the supposed ghost of his ex-wife "Please if I can't have you here then I can't cope with seeing your ghost"
Sam's expression contorted into one of sadness "Oh Dylan" and then her expression changed, and she bit her lip "I can go if you really want me to"
"No! Please don't, oh god I've missed you, Samantha. Why did you have to get yourself blown up" He asked sadly
Sam chuckled "Believe it or not, it wasn't intentional Dylan. If I could go back and change what happened that night"
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Dylan Keogh stood at the grave of his ex-wife and forever love the morning after her ghost had appeared in his office, he still hadn't told anyone- no one would believe him anyway and he wanted to keep her to himself. He gently kneeled at her headstone and brushed away the dirt that had formed with his jacket sleeve, before replacing the flowers that sat in a small vase at the foot of her headstone "You always did love Roses, you old romantic" He whispered.
Word Count- 508 Words.
Awwhh, What did we think? Sam and Dylan have always loved each other (at least in this universe!) Unbelievably, this has been sitting on my laptop for absolutely ages; I also want to reassure anyone who reads this that this one-shot is completely unrelated to my other stories, and I have no current plans to kill off either Sam or Dylan, although there are some heartache and drama coming up in both of them. Leave me a review if you enjoyed and let me know if you have any ideas that you'd like to see!