A/N: This was an absolute spur-of-the-moment idea that I just couldn't stop thinking about. I hope you like it! Please review.
Disclaimer: Ghost Whisperer is not, and never will be, mine.
Melinda stared out the window at the sheets of rain that were falling from the sky. It was an extremely melancholy day, if you asked her. Business was bad, too, because not many people felt like shopping for antiques when the weather didn't cooperate. Also, Melinda had this unexplainable feeling that had been nagging at her since she woke up this morning. She felt like something was going to happen—something major. But she had no idea what.
But she was almost positive that whatever this something was, it was going to be bad.
Sighing, Melinda turned around to face her co-worker, Delia, who was currently half asleep with her chin propped up on her hand.
"Delia?" Melinda said. She got no response, so she tried again, louder this time. "Delia!"
"Huh? Oh, Melinda." Delia smiled. "Sorry, I was daydreaming. What is it?"
"I was thinking that we could close the store an hour or so early." Melinda shrugged. "There hasn't been a single customer all day, and we're both bored out of our minds."
"That sounds like a great idea." Delia said. She stood up and stretched.
The two women locked up the store, and then they left, each heading to their separate houses.
"Jim?" Melinda called when she entered her house. The lights had been on, and the door unlocked, so she guessed that her husband had been able to come home early, too. That was really unusual for him, considering he was a paramedic.
Melinda hung her coat up and sat her purse down. Then she made her way into the kitchen, where a delicious smell was coming from.
"Hey." She said. Her eyes scanned the room, finally coming to rest on her husband who was wiping his hands on a towel and turning away from the stove.
"What are you doing home so early?" He asked. He tossed his towel down behind him, not bothering to look where it landed, and kissed his wife. "Not that I'm complaining or anything." He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Business was slow today." Melinda said. She sighed. "Actually, we didn't have one single customer."
"Tomorrow will be better." Jim told her. Mel let her head rest on his chest.
"What's wrong, babe?" Jim asked. Melinda wasn't acting quite like herself. She seemed distracted by something.
"What?" Melinda looked at him, completely confused. "Nothing's wrong."
"Are you sure?" Jim stared at her, trying and failing to read her mind. "You know that you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yes, I know." Melinda said. She sighed again.
"Mel…," Jim pressed.
"Okay, okay." She said. She pulled out of Jim's arms and took his hand, leading him into the living room. She sat down on the couch and he sat beside her. He looked at her expectantly. "It's really nothing."
"If it's bothering you, then it's something." Jim said.
"I've just been having this strange feeling." Melinda told him. "See? Nothing."
"What kind of feeling?"
"I don't know. I just…I feel like something bad is going to happen." She looked up at him. She could already feel him jumping to conclusions. "But it's silly. Really, Jim. Don't take this that seriously, okay? Please?"
Jim thought before he spoke. "Melinda—,"
He was interrupted by the frantic beeping of the smoke detector. Melinda and Jim both sat there, confused for a second, and then they were both running towards the kitchen.
"Holy shit!" Jim exclaimed.
The entire stove was on fire, and it was spreading quickly. The cupboards were starting to catch. Jim looked around wildly for a fire extinguisher, but didn't see one. By the time he looked back, the cupboards were completely consumed by the growing fire.
"Jim, the ceiling!" Melinda yelled.
Jim looked up in time to see a piece of the ceiling directly above him begin to burn and crack. The next moment, it was falling. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Jim's eyes widened, and he heard Melinda's scream.
And then, something hit him and he crashed into the table. He looked back just in time to see Melinda hit the ground and the burning piece of ceiling land on her legs.
"MELINDA!" Jim screamed. He grabbed her arms and tried desperately to pull her out. She didn't respond to him or the burning chunk of wood on her legs. She was either unconscious, or dead. "MEL!" Jim yelled again. He kicked at the chunk of burning ceiling, and was able to slide it half way off of her.
He yanked her out from under it, but just barely. He pulled her into his arms and ran towards the door as quickly as he could. The fire had spread, and flames were lapping at the walls. The entire kitchen was burning.
Jim fell to the ground outside, ignoring the sirens of fire trucks that were pulling up to the house. He cradled Melinda in his arms. He tried desperately to get her to wake up, but she didn't. She was barely even breathing.
"Jim!" Someone yelled.
Jim looked up to see one of his fellow paramedics running towards him, being followed by two others carrying a stretcher.
Jim placed Melinda on the stretcher and got into the back of the ambulance. As they were driving towards the hospital, sirens blaring, Jim caught one last look at his house. There were still flames, but mostly it was black and smoking now. The firefighters had it under reasonable control, and the pouring rain was helping.
Jim gasped as he realized what started the fire. It was him. All his fault. He had thrown that towel down behind him without thinking…and now, now his beautiful wife may die. And it was all his fault.
She had been the one to push him out of the way of the falling ceiling. She had sacrificed her own safety for him.
"Don't die, Mel." He begged, trying to blink back the tears in his eyes and taking her small hand in his. "Please, please don't die."
A/N: Review please! Thanks for reading! :)