Fic: Cold (Cold Case/Gothika/Ghost Whisperer) Chapter 3/?
Cold
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Cold Case/Ghost Whisperer/Gothika
Pairing: Chloe Sava/Miranda Grey and Melinda Gordon/Lilly Rush eventually.
Rating: R for language, violence, murder, some scariness
Summary: Lilly Rush is given a case of a fifteen year old murder. The victim, Leslie Woods, doesn't want her murder solved, in fact, she wants Lilly stopped. In an urgent search for someone who could see her, she finds both Miranda Grey, still new to her gifts as a medium, and Melinda Gordon from her hometown in Grandview. Both mediums are determined to figure out what Leslie wants, and what exactly happened the night she died.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cold Case, Gothika, Ghost Whisperer and Allison Dubios, who is mentioned once or twice in this story.
Spoilers: I know that a lot of things will be different for the story. It doesn't follow Cold Case or Ghost Whisperer's formula to the exact, nor does everything that has happened to the characters get mentioned. This takes place after Jim Clancy has crossed over, after the movie of Gothika, and I would say after Lilly was shot.
Author's Note: The basic of the story came about from a Ghost Whisperer conversation I had with Alkimon, and he also asked the one question that had me think about this crossover.
Chapter 3
***A few hours later in Bend, Oregon***
Doctor Miranda Grey sat on the floor with an opened box of letters, adding the newest one from Chloe Sava to the many others. The shoebox was now almost full, and could probably house a couple more letters and envelopes before Miranda would be forced to find a new spot for them. Seeing this made her feel good. She loved getting these handwritten letters from her friend, long stories about the things she saw and the people she had met. Miranda always wished she could have been there with her. She missed Chloe terribly, a feeling she never thought she would have after her marriage with Doug. That pang in her chest from wanting to be near, but not getting to be. She knew that her bond with Chloe ran deeper than what she would like to admit. She could even psychoanalyze herself and say that she was latching herself to Chloe because she was the only one who knew and understood what happened to her in the most devistating time of her life.
Before she closed the box, she let Chloe's last part of her letter run through her head. 'Don't be afraid of what you can see. For you, seeing is believing. It is time to believe.'
She was referring to this not so new sight of hers, the ability to see spirits that she had tried so desperatedly to ignore and close herself away from for so long. In Miranda's latest letter to her friend, she told Chloe (who had always known about her gift) about the reoccuring spirit who arrived in her new apartment. It was a man who sat at her table and shuffled a deck of transparent cards. She couldn't sleep with him there at first, so she had to wait for him to leave at about midnight. The house would go back to the normal warm temperature, and then she could find some sleep. Miranda Grey wasn't really a woman of sleep anymore. She wasn't a lot of things. All that she thought she was had been shattered and distorted, much like that water on the mirror. Ironically, only when she was splashed with the water did she see her life for what it really was once the glass seemed clear again. In that one moment of haziness she had more clearity than any other time of her life.
Miranda forced her mind to stay away from four years ago, but it was hard. The litteral and mental scar will always be there, the echo of 'not alone' will follow her for the rest of her life with every spirit, residual or not, she saw. Chloe seemed to think that Miranda was supposed to do a great service to these ghosts, to help them cross over from the earthly plane to a greater plane, like Heaven or its equivalent. As her friend said this one night over the phone in her usual speech patterns heavy with metaphors, Miranda wondered if she was right. What if she could help them when they came to her? She was still scared because of what Rachel had done to her in order to get and keep her attention. Even now, Miranda wondered why the girl's spirit came after her and attacked her so viciously. Perhaps it was just as easy as the fact that she was dead and she was pissed about what happened to her. Miranda wanted to leave that all behind, but everytime she had to wrap up her arm and cover her face before leaving the house because people recognized her, it got harder to. Each spirit she saw because she sometimes couldn't tell the difference made her think of that night, and her first. None of them were as violent as Rachel, but the knowledge that a spirit could get to be that way made her very uneasy. Miranda was reminded of The Sixth Sense, and she remembered Bruce Willis telling that kid to speak to them and ask them what they want, but Miranda's voice quivered each time she tried.
Miranda knew, however, that Mr. Solitare, as she called him in her head, was residual, and he didn't even know she was there, let alone have a reason to want to hurt her, and once, she was even able to fall asleep to the rhythm of his shuffling with a large comforter around her. It just seemed odd that he has no warning of what time he gets to her apartment, just that he is always gone at midnight, give or take a minute. There's another residual spirit in her apartment complex. Another man walked on the floor above her one day every month at four in the afternoon until six, and if she tapped on the ceiling, it would stop. The only problem with that was that she lived on the top floor, and there was only the roof above her.
To be honest, Miranda already knew what kind of good she could do with this new sight of hers, she just chose not to do it. What had a ghost ever done to make her want to? Well, she was given the operatunity to save the other girl at Willow Creek, and she was able to figure out a way to save Chloe from the devil invading both her body and her mind, but there was one time, though, when she had no choice. She saw two children on the news who were on amber alert, and she found the man suspected to have kidnapped them from Pheonix Arizona. She was led there by the childrens' birth father. He was so nice about coming to her, and he didn't scare her when he approached, so she felt better about assisting him. Still, it got a little too much to handle when she got a call on her cellphone from Allison Dubois, Pheonix's medium working in the DA's office, almost immedately after she saw the address from her car, and the man with the children go inside to confirm it was right. She told Allison that her dream of her were correct, that she saw ghosts but chose not to, and in no time, Bend police were there. A couple of days later, Allison called her again to tell her the outcome of the trials, and they remained in touch through emails. Though Miranda shared with Allison all the things she could do, she still felt a little out of reach in the friendship department with her. Part of the reason was because of the fact that Allison was so in tune with her gifts, which reached past what Miranda can do, and that was something the doctor didn't want to face yet. Allison was also a happily married working mother, someone that Miranda herself had wanted to be once. It was as if looking at and talking to Allison was like talking to a shattered and poorly glued mesh of who she once was, who she wanted to be, and who she now is.
Miranda felt the cold temperature of the house before she heard the first shuffle of Mr. Solitare's presense. She looked over to him to say a greeting that he would never hear, but she paused. He seemed smokey, unclear. Mr. Solitare was never this way. It was almost as if there was something else around him that was taking away from him. What was it that TAPS always said? Electromagnetic fields. Ghosts needed that to manefest themselves, which was why it got so cold in the room and electronics went wonky. Maybe something else was there, taking away from Mr. Solitare so that they could talk to Miranda. The doctor wasn't having that. "Leave him alone," Miranda said, and suddenly, Mr. Solitaire became his normal vision for her. She wondered if she really was out of it, as she was coming to find some amount of comfort in his presense after being in this apartment for three and a half months. Before, she was living a couple of miles away, but had moved when there was a fire in the area and many people parished in it. Miranda just couldn't handle it, which was a shame because it was a perfect home for her. Now, she was getting used to Mr. Solitaire, and she wasn't sure what or who was trying to come through. Just as she thought that to herself, the smoke seemed to come back, but Mr. Solitaire was still as solid to her as he always was, which told Miranda that whoever was trying to come through was using another source for their electromagnetic fields. Slowly, the smoke formed into a woman shape, who stared at Mr. Solitaire, and then to Miranda as she tried to come in clearer.
"Hello? My name is Miranda Grey. You are in my h-home. Can you hear me?" she asked. The spirit made a head movement, which was just enough to indicate that she had been heard. "Do you need my help?" Another head nod, and the woman's shape got a little clearer, even though her face looked bewildered.
The woman opened her mouth and she began to speak, her eyes wide when nothing came out but a fleshy sound in her throat. It was so eerie. Finally she got out, "St- Stop. Stop."
"Stop? Stop what?"
"Phuh-" The woman looked as if she was gasping, and suddenly she started to fade.
"Wait, I can help you. Stop what? Who?"
"Phile-"
"Philly? Philedelphia?" Miranda asked, and the woman looked hopeful. "What needs to be stopped in Philedelphia?" Miranda asked, feeling eager now that she was beginning to get somewhere with this spirit. The temperature got even golder, and Miranda started to breathe fog. She could tell that the woman was fighting to stay there, but then she faded completely, her throaty noises being heard faintly before it all was calm and still. She realized that Mr. Solitaire's cards had gone silent, and when she looked up, she was surprised to see Mr. Solitaire looking at her. This startled her before she realized he wasn't looking at her, but through her. To him, he must have been asked a question by some bartender. The room went back to the temperature it was always at when Mr. Solitaire was around. She'd stopped breathing fog, but she was still shivering. The shuffles started up again, and Miranda wrapped herself in the comforter and watched Mr. Solitaire as her eyes got heavy-lidded. The next day Miranda will look into what's going on in Philedelphia and see what it is that she is supposed to stop, if she even could. She was a medium when she admitted to it, not Superman. She hoped that once she looked into it, the spirit might come back and give her another clue. It was all she could do for now.
TBC
by Erin Griffin
Fandom: Cold Case/Ghost Whisperer/Gothika
Pairing: Chloe Sava/Miranda Grey and Melinda Gordon/Lilly Rush eventually.
Rating: R for language, violence, murder, some scariness
Summary: Lilly Rush is given a case of a fifteen year old murder. The victim, Leslie Woods, doesn't want her murder solved, in fact, she wants Lilly stopped. In an urgent search for someone who could see her, she finds both Miranda Grey, still new to her gifts as a medium, and Melinda Gordon from her hometown in Grandview. Both mediums are determined to figure out what Leslie wants, and what exactly happened the night she died.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cold Case, Gothika, Ghost Whisperer and Allison Dubios, who is mentioned once or twice in this story.
Spoilers: I know that a lot of things will be different for the story. It doesn't follow Cold Case or Ghost Whisperer's formula to the exact, nor does everything that has happened to the characters get mentioned. This takes place after Jim Clancy has crossed over, after the movie of Gothika, and I would say after Lilly was shot.
Author's Note: The basic of the story came about from a Ghost Whisperer conversation I had with Alkimon, and he also asked the one question that had me think about this crossover.
Chapter 3
***A few hours later in Bend, Oregon***
Doctor Miranda Grey sat on the floor with an opened box of letters, adding the newest one from Chloe Sava to the many others. The shoebox was now almost full, and could probably house a couple more letters and envelopes before Miranda would be forced to find a new spot for them. Seeing this made her feel good. She loved getting these handwritten letters from her friend, long stories about the things she saw and the people she had met. Miranda always wished she could have been there with her. She missed Chloe terribly, a feeling she never thought she would have after her marriage with Doug. That pang in her chest from wanting to be near, but not getting to be. She knew that her bond with Chloe ran deeper than what she would like to admit. She could even psychoanalyze herself and say that she was latching herself to Chloe because she was the only one who knew and understood what happened to her in the most devistating time of her life.
Before she closed the box, she let Chloe's last part of her letter run through her head. 'Don't be afraid of what you can see. For you, seeing is believing. It is time to believe.'
She was referring to this not so new sight of hers, the ability to see spirits that she had tried so desperatedly to ignore and close herself away from for so long. In Miranda's latest letter to her friend, she told Chloe (who had always known about her gift) about the reoccuring spirit who arrived in her new apartment. It was a man who sat at her table and shuffled a deck of transparent cards. She couldn't sleep with him there at first, so she had to wait for him to leave at about midnight. The house would go back to the normal warm temperature, and then she could find some sleep. Miranda Grey wasn't really a woman of sleep anymore. She wasn't a lot of things. All that she thought she was had been shattered and distorted, much like that water on the mirror. Ironically, only when she was splashed with the water did she see her life for what it really was once the glass seemed clear again. In that one moment of haziness she had more clearity than any other time of her life.
Miranda forced her mind to stay away from four years ago, but it was hard. The litteral and mental scar will always be there, the echo of 'not alone' will follow her for the rest of her life with every spirit, residual or not, she saw. Chloe seemed to think that Miranda was supposed to do a great service to these ghosts, to help them cross over from the earthly plane to a greater plane, like Heaven or its equivalent. As her friend said this one night over the phone in her usual speech patterns heavy with metaphors, Miranda wondered if she was right. What if she could help them when they came to her? She was still scared because of what Rachel had done to her in order to get and keep her attention. Even now, Miranda wondered why the girl's spirit came after her and attacked her so viciously. Perhaps it was just as easy as the fact that she was dead and she was pissed about what happened to her. Miranda wanted to leave that all behind, but everytime she had to wrap up her arm and cover her face before leaving the house because people recognized her, it got harder to. Each spirit she saw because she sometimes couldn't tell the difference made her think of that night, and her first. None of them were as violent as Rachel, but the knowledge that a spirit could get to be that way made her very uneasy. Miranda was reminded of The Sixth Sense, and she remembered Bruce Willis telling that kid to speak to them and ask them what they want, but Miranda's voice quivered each time she tried.
Miranda knew, however, that Mr. Solitare, as she called him in her head, was residual, and he didn't even know she was there, let alone have a reason to want to hurt her, and once, she was even able to fall asleep to the rhythm of his shuffling with a large comforter around her. It just seemed odd that he has no warning of what time he gets to her apartment, just that he is always gone at midnight, give or take a minute. There's another residual spirit in her apartment complex. Another man walked on the floor above her one day every month at four in the afternoon until six, and if she tapped on the ceiling, it would stop. The only problem with that was that she lived on the top floor, and there was only the roof above her.
To be honest, Miranda already knew what kind of good she could do with this new sight of hers, she just chose not to do it. What had a ghost ever done to make her want to? Well, she was given the operatunity to save the other girl at Willow Creek, and she was able to figure out a way to save Chloe from the devil invading both her body and her mind, but there was one time, though, when she had no choice. She saw two children on the news who were on amber alert, and she found the man suspected to have kidnapped them from Pheonix Arizona. She was led there by the childrens' birth father. He was so nice about coming to her, and he didn't scare her when he approached, so she felt better about assisting him. Still, it got a little too much to handle when she got a call on her cellphone from Allison Dubois, Pheonix's medium working in the DA's office, almost immedately after she saw the address from her car, and the man with the children go inside to confirm it was right. She told Allison that her dream of her were correct, that she saw ghosts but chose not to, and in no time, Bend police were there. A couple of days later, Allison called her again to tell her the outcome of the trials, and they remained in touch through emails. Though Miranda shared with Allison all the things she could do, she still felt a little out of reach in the friendship department with her. Part of the reason was because of the fact that Allison was so in tune with her gifts, which reached past what Miranda can do, and that was something the doctor didn't want to face yet. Allison was also a happily married working mother, someone that Miranda herself had wanted to be once. It was as if looking at and talking to Allison was like talking to a shattered and poorly glued mesh of who she once was, who she wanted to be, and who she now is.
Miranda felt the cold temperature of the house before she heard the first shuffle of Mr. Solitare's presense. She looked over to him to say a greeting that he would never hear, but she paused. He seemed smokey, unclear. Mr. Solitare was never this way. It was almost as if there was something else around him that was taking away from him. What was it that TAPS always said? Electromagnetic fields. Ghosts needed that to manefest themselves, which was why it got so cold in the room and electronics went wonky. Maybe something else was there, taking away from Mr. Solitare so that they could talk to Miranda. The doctor wasn't having that. "Leave him alone," Miranda said, and suddenly, Mr. Solitaire became his normal vision for her. She wondered if she really was out of it, as she was coming to find some amount of comfort in his presense after being in this apartment for three and a half months. Before, she was living a couple of miles away, but had moved when there was a fire in the area and many people parished in it. Miranda just couldn't handle it, which was a shame because it was a perfect home for her. Now, she was getting used to Mr. Solitaire, and she wasn't sure what or who was trying to come through. Just as she thought that to herself, the smoke seemed to come back, but Mr. Solitaire was still as solid to her as he always was, which told Miranda that whoever was trying to come through was using another source for their electromagnetic fields. Slowly, the smoke formed into a woman shape, who stared at Mr. Solitaire, and then to Miranda as she tried to come in clearer.
"Hello? My name is Miranda Grey. You are in my h-home. Can you hear me?" she asked. The spirit made a head movement, which was just enough to indicate that she had been heard. "Do you need my help?" Another head nod, and the woman's shape got a little clearer, even though her face looked bewildered.
The woman opened her mouth and she began to speak, her eyes wide when nothing came out but a fleshy sound in her throat. It was so eerie. Finally she got out, "St- Stop. Stop."
"Stop? Stop what?"
"Phuh-" The woman looked as if she was gasping, and suddenly she started to fade.
"Wait, I can help you. Stop what? Who?"
"Phile-"
"Philly? Philedelphia?" Miranda asked, and the woman looked hopeful. "What needs to be stopped in Philedelphia?" Miranda asked, feeling eager now that she was beginning to get somewhere with this spirit. The temperature got even golder, and Miranda started to breathe fog. She could tell that the woman was fighting to stay there, but then she faded completely, her throaty noises being heard faintly before it all was calm and still. She realized that Mr. Solitaire's cards had gone silent, and when she looked up, she was surprised to see Mr. Solitaire looking at her. This startled her before she realized he wasn't looking at her, but through her. To him, he must have been asked a question by some bartender. The room went back to the temperature it was always at when Mr. Solitaire was around. She'd stopped breathing fog, but she was still shivering. The shuffles started up again, and Miranda wrapped herself in the comforter and watched Mr. Solitaire as her eyes got heavy-lidded. The next day Miranda will look into what's going on in Philedelphia and see what it is that she is supposed to stop, if she even could. She was a medium when she admitted to it, not Superman. She hoped that once she looked into it, the spirit might come back and give her another clue. It was all she could do for now.
TBC