Yay, thanks so much to Psychogizmo and zigandzag16 for reviewing! This chapter is dedicated to you guys!

I don't own Casper or the characters, and I don't own "Pieces" by Rascal Flatts.

Oh, and I made the mistake of putting Chad where I meant to put Chester. Chester is the name of the lead singer of Linkin Park, at least, I'm pretty sure it is.

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Title: Specter, My Protector

Summary: A young fleshie comes to Whipstaff and falls in love with one of the residents. When Stinkie gives her a ring that will let them stay connected no matter where they are, an evil bent on destroying Whipstaff's paranormal residents, kidnaps her and uses her to get to Whipstaff's REAL treasure.

Main Pairing: StinkieOC

Side Pairings: KatCasper, Onesided OCxOC

Chapter: 3

Rating: T for Trouble!

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Stinkie hovered just past the balcony, 50 feet above the cliffs. His ghostly tail waved softly as he struggled within himself to do what he was about to do. He stared down at the dark water, below.

The moonlight passed through his ghostly body, yet, somehow made his unethereal body glow with the white-blue sheen. He glanced back at Whipstaff, frowning in uncertainty. It was just past midnight; Stretch and Fatso would be asleep by now, so they wouldn't know what he was up to.

He tensed slightly, preparing himself, before flying up in the air ten feet while whirling to do a dive headfirst, towards the water. Just as he was about to break the surface, he took a deep breath and put on a burst of speed. With a loud splash, he broke through the water.

However, no one would hear the splash, for they would dismiss it as merely the waves hitting the rocky egdges of the sea-cliffs.

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Everything was dark. He couldn't see anything in the murky darkness of the ocean. Only the occassional bubble that caught part of the moonlight that struck the water could be seen. Other than that, nothing. Still, he pushed on.

It was strange to him. As a ghost, he needed no air to survive on land. But underwater, why did he have to take a breath? It made absolutely no sense to him. He should have just been able to easily pass through like it was a wall; only, it was quite a large wall of water.

For a while, it seemed as though he wasn't getting anywhere. All he could see was darkness. The occassional fish swam by, then quickly swam away as he passed. He pushed himself on. Just how deep was the ocean, anyway? A normal human would have drowned by now.

It was harder to breathe. He felt like his 'lungs' would burst. He suddenly saw something shine in the dark; just a small shine that passed over it. It did seem metallic. His gold eyes widened as he reached out, frantically trying to grab the amulet. Suddenly, he felt himself being pushed up on some underwater current. He saw the shine once more before the amulet was lost to the inky darkness, and he let himself be brought back to the surface.

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Shaking excess water from his body, he muttered soft profanities as he floated through the halls of Whipstaff. As he passed, he heard soft music, which made him stop and turn back to the room from where it was coming. It slowly registered in his mind whose room it was; Kelly's.

Curiously, he popped his head in. Soft country music was playing on her stereo, set low enough so as not to wake anyone else in the house. Midnight was curled up in the corner, ears twitching softly in her sleep. Kelly was also asleep, sprawled out, exhaustedly, on the bed, as if she'd just got done doing some fast-paced excercises and then just flung herself on the bed, falling right asleep. She was uncovered, her arms and legs bent at awkward angles, her head turned to the side and her hair over her face, which helped support Stinkie's theory of 'excessive excercise'.

He slowly floated over to the stereo, inspecting the neon-green letters and numbers that flashed on it. A circular arrow blinked, meaning that the song was on repeat. '06' was lit up; track number six. The stereo was silent for about 3 seconds before the song started again, and a voice began to sing.

"From the moment that we met

My world was turned around,

Upside down

To some degree I still regret

My memory

For keeping you around

Girl, I thought that you were mine

But my broken heart's been shattered

One too many times

"And I don't wanna see you anymore

I'm just not that strong

I love it when you're here

But I'm better when you're gone

I'm certain that I've given

And oh how you can take

There's no use in you lookin'

There's nothin' left for you to break

Baby, please release me

Let my heart rest in pieces, in pieces"

Stinkie looked back at Kelly. Her music choice had once again befuddled him. From Linkin Park to Rascal Flatts? This fleshie certainly was interesting, aside from her powers. He'd have to get to know her better.

He reached out, smiling, and brushed the back of his fingers against her bare arm. Gooseflesh arose, and she shivered, shifting. Stinkie frowned, first in confusion and shock, and then in depression. It always happened whenever he touched a fleshie. His acursed body had the opposite effect on her that he wanted. He reached out again and brushed her hair out of her face so that she could breathe better, then retreated to the edge of the bed.

He sat down, his tail falling over the edge. He winced as the light from the digital clock blinked neon green numbers brightly, almost in his face.

"Someone let you down again

So you turn to me,

Your convenient friend

Oh, but I know what you're doin'

And what you hope to find

I've seen it a thousand times

All the fire we had before

Are now just bitter ashes

Left scattered on the floor

"And I don't wanna see you anymore

I'm just not that strong

I love it when you're here

But I'm better when you're gone

I'm certain that I've given

And oh how you can take

There's no use in you lookin'

There's nothin' left for you to break

Baby, please release me

Let my heart rest in pieces"

He wasn't exactly sure of what he was doing here. He stared sullenly at the cat-girl curled up on the floor, then glanced back at Kelly. He wondered why he was so intruigued about this mere fleshie girl.

Then again, why was Casper so enthused whenever Kat was near? Was that similar to this?

Seeing Kelly's face brought strange emotions to Stinkie that he didn't understand. She looked so peaceful asleep . . . so beautiful . . . Like a piece of art. That's what she was; living art.

His heart fell again at the thought. Living. The living and the dead were two different things. Yet, how could they, the dead, still be so comfortable around the living; Kat and the Doc? And Casper and Kat . . . .

It was so obvious; that Casper liked Kat. But how could it work out?

It couldn't, Stinkie concluded, depressed. He cast a weary, sad gaze over his shoulder, at Kelly. She never moved, save for her shallow breathing. She merely slept on, oblivious of the ghost's presence.

"I don't wanna see you anymore

I'm just not that strong

I love it when you're here, baby

But I'm better when you're gone

I'm certain that I've given

And oh how you can take

There's no use in you lookin'

There's nothin' left for you to break

Baby, please release me

We both know that you don't need me

Let my heart rest in pieces, in pieces

Let it rest"

The song went on for a couple more seconds before fading out. The stereo made a noise, and the song started up again.

Stinkie floated up, staring at Kelly one last time before he quietly floated out of the room. He contemplated these confusing emotions and thoughts swirling in his head. He could imagine her as a ghost, oh yes. But he remembered little to nothing about his former life, and therefore couldn't imagine himself alive again. He didn't want to harm her, anyway. He couldn't bear the thought of it.

He sank into the bed, sliding right through the sheets, before materializing and pulling them over him. It really didn't matter; he'd still be freezing cold, but it was just the shadow of his former life.

He turned on his side, eyes staring into the darkness. He'd try another time to get the amulet. For Kelly's sake, he would get it back.

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I'm trying my hardest to not rush Stinkie's and Kelly's relationship, I really am. It must have really sounded stupid to say that he suddenly thought she was beautiful. Gods, I'm such a dork!

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