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This story is No. 7 in the series "The Seattle Slayers.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Willow receives a phone call asking for help. Lesbian relationship, including scenes showing a happy well-adjusted family life. Also some Ghosts, Vampire Slaying and magic.

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Television > Ghost Whisperer(Recent Donor)DaveTurnerFR15615,1221158,0079 Jan 0717 Jan 07Yes

Chapter One

A Whisper in the Night.
A Seattle Slayers Story By Dave Turner.

Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Ghost Whisperer. I write these stories for fun not profit.

Crossover: BtVS with Ghost Whisperer.

Spelling and Grammar: Written in glorious English, English! This story was written using American Idioms wherever possible. Spelling and grammar are English.

Timeline: Set in 2007 well after the end of BtVS and after the events in ‘The Pure Hellmouth of St. Trinians’. For Ghost Whisperer it is set sometime in the first two thirds of the first season.

Words: More than I thought.

Warnings: Lesbian relationship, including scenes showing a happy well-adjusted family life. Also some Ghosts, Vampire Slaying and magic.

Summary: Willow receives a phone call asking for help.

NOTE: This Fic was written before I had seen the Season Finale, and before I had any idea where Grandview was (it didn’t seem to have been mentioned in the show). I’ve sorta assumed that Grandview is about a days drive south of Seattle; and not somewhere on the East Coast!


A Whisper in the Night.
By Dave Turner.

“NO!” Tara sat on the floor clutching the stake and giggled up at her mother, she thought this was a fine game.

“Come on Tara,” Pleaded Willow, “Give mommy the stake.”

“MY STAKE!” Shouted the child as she held on to the stake even more tightly.

Willow produced a battered rag doll from behind her back and shook it in front of the little girl.

“Look Tara,” She said in that tone of voice mothers throughout the world use just before they lose their patience, “Florence thinks you should give mommy the stake.”

“NO!” Said the little red haired girl emphatically as she climbed to her feet and made a break for freedom, giggling as she ran away from her mother.

“No you don’t missy!” Exclaimed Willow as she made a gesture with her free hand.

The running child started to rise above the floor her little legs still moving in mid-air, she giggled and laughed all the louder; this was fun!

Willow walked over to her floating, laughing child and gently but firmly took the stake from Tara’s unresisting hands. Tara, totally distracted by now, did not notice that her new toy has been taken from her. Instead she lay on her tummy three feet off the floor and laughed as she slowly swam through the air.

“I’m going to have some hard words to say about Slayers leaving their weapons lying about.” She told her daughter.

Willow looked up at the clock on the living room wall. Talking of Slayers it was nearly time for them to come home. Kennedy had taken the four younger girls on a patrol of the docks area. The two older girls lived on campus now and only came home for the weekends. They did most of their Slaying around the university these days.

Willow sighed, it would not be long before Monica and Courtney would be leaving home and going off into the big bad world to make their own lives. It made her sad sometimes, but she realised she could not keep them tied to her apron strings forever. She walked over to her child and picked her out of the air.

“At least I’ve got you for awhile longer,” She said hugging the child to her and blowing against the little girl’s neck. Tara screamed with laughter and tangled her hands in her mothers long red hair.

Then the telephone rang.

“Darn!” Complained Willow as she walked over to pick up the receiver.


Jim Clancy walked up the path to his house noting that the lights were on; hopefully this meant that Mel would be home. He had had a busy day and he was glad to be getting home on time for a change. He loved his job as a Paramedic but sometimes he wished he could spend more time with his wife.

He walked up to the front door, put his key in the lock and went inside.

“I’m home.” He called.

Melinda appeared out of the kitchen and kissed her husband ‘hello’. She led him over to the sofa and told him to sit down.

“Hard day?” She asked sympathetically sitting down next to him.

“Yeah,” He replied sitting back on the sofa and closing his eyes for a moment, “Never seemed to stop today…just one job after another.”

“Something bad happen?” Asked Melinda as she kissed him on the neck.

“No,” Replied Jim, “Just a lot of little jobs nothing too life threatening.”

“Good!” Exclaimed Melinda as she bounced to her feet, “You just sit there an’ rest, I’ve done the cooking tonight.”

“You?” Asked her husband in surprise.

It was a running joke that Melinda was not the most accomplished of women when it came to cooking. She walked back into the kitchen.

“Beer?” She asked over her shoulder.

“No thanks,” Replied Jim, “I’m going to wash-up first.”

Jim levered himself up out of the sofa and headed for the stairs leading up to their bedroom.

When Melinda went back into the kitchen all of her confidence left her. She looked at the stove with its bubbling pots. She looked at the cook book she had been using and felt somehow deficient.

“Look,” She said to herself, “I can run a shop, how hard can cooking be?”


The meal was not as great a disaster as Melinda had feared; the young couple washed up the pots and pans together then talked and watched TV for a while before going upstairs to bed.

Melinda had changed into her nightdress and was in the bathroom brushing her teeth when she felt a presence behind her.

“Excuse me.” Said a girl’s voice from behind her, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I need help.”

Melinda turned around slowly to see a girl dressed in a black tracksuit. She had short dark brown hair a pretty face and an athletic looking figure, she must have been about nineteen or twenty Melinda guessed. She also had a terrible bite wound on her neck and she was most definitely dead.

“You can see me…right?” Asked the spirit.

Melinda turned back to the sink, spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out with water. She turned back to look at the ghost.

“Yes I can see you.” She reassured the girl, “Can I help you?”

“Thank the Goddess!” Exclaimed the girl; “I’m Candy the Vampire Slayer. I was sent to Grandview to slay a vampire only…” Candy’s voice trailed off as she noticed the look on Melinda’s face.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” Asked Candy.

“Vampires?” Asked Melinda, “Slayer?”

“I…I thought seeing how you were able to talk to the dead that you’d know…oh dear.” Candy sighed.

“Everything okay?” Asked Jim as he appeared at the door to the bathroom.

Melinda looked passed the ghost at her husband.

“We’ve got visitors honey.” She gave her husband a reassuring smile.

Jim knew about his wife’s talent and generally dealt quite well with spirits popping in and out of the house, and his wife having conversations with people he could not see.

“We’re going to have to make a rule,” He said resignedly, “No ghosts in the bedroom.”

He walked back towards their bed.

“He’s nice.” Said Candy looking back at Mel’s husband.

“Thankyou, I think so.” Replied Mel, “Vampires?” Mel asked again.

“Like I say,” Continued Candy, “I thought as you ‘talked to dead people’, you did it by magic so you’d know about vamps an’ stuff.”

“Magic?” Queried Mel.

“Look if you’re just gonna repeat everything I say we’re gonna be here all night.” Candy said rather sharply, “I’m sure there are other things you’d rather be doing right now.” Candy cast a meaningful glance at Jim.

“Yes! Right! Sorry!” Exclaimed Melinda drawing Candy’s eyes back on to herself and away from her husband.

“You believe you were killed by a Vampire,” Melinda said incredulously, “And that you’re a…Vampire Slayer?”

“I don’t believe, I know.” Replied Candy, “There’s a lot of nasty stuff out there.”

“But Vampires don’t exist,” Stated Melinda firmly, “You must have been attacked by a wild animal or something.”

“Believe me I was there,” Said Candy pointing to the wound on her neck, “It was a Vampire.”


“Look lady,” said Candy crossly, “Are you going to help me or not? There’s a vamp out there chomping her way through the population of Grandview and it was my job to stop her. I failed and ‘cause of that I can’t rest until she’s Slayed. Now get with the programme and help me. Or do I have to go else where?”

“Else where?” Repeated Melinda, Candy’s ghost rolled her eyes.
Melinda looked at the ghost of the girl. She obviously believed that some story book monster had killed her. She must have been really traumatised when she died. Now even in death her mind was refusing to deal with the truth. Obviously, Melinda thought, she needed to get to the facts of this girl’s death so she could rest in peace.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?” Asked Mel.

“At last!” Exclaimed Candy, she produced a ghostly card from her pocket and held it out to Melinda.

It was so ‘lifelike’ that Mel nearly reached out to take it; instead she ran into the bedroom and collected a notebook and pen. She turned to go back into the bathroom only to find Candy standing behind her looking down at Jim with lust and longing in her eyes.

“Do you know if you get any sex after you die?” Candy asked.

“No.” Said Mel sharply.

“What’s goin’ on?” Asked Jim.

“I think our new ghost is lusting after your body.” Said Mel turning to look at her husband.

“Hey!” Said Jim; “I knew I was irresistible but…” He stopped talking when he saw the look on Mel’s face.

“Is that, ‘no you don’t know’, or ‘no sex’?” Asked Candy, “’Cause I’m telling you this if its ‘no sex’ I ain’t goin’!” She pulled the card away from Mel.

“That’s ‘no’ I don’t know,” replied Mel, “Now what do you want me to do?”

“All you need to do is phone this number,” Candy held out the card again, “Just talk to one of the Ms Rosenbergs an’ they’ll deal with everything.”

Melinda looked closely at the card; ‘YSWA Seattle’ it said and gave a telephone number.

“YSWA?” Asked Melinda.

“Young Slayers Wicca Association,” Candy informed her, “It’s a sorta joke. Tell whoever answers that Candy Kane is dead and needs help…okay?”

“Yeah okay.” Replied Mel uncertainly.

“Thanks.” Said Candy and vanished.


“Has she gone?” Asked Jim as Melinda got into bed beside him.

“Yeah she’s gone.” Mel replied shortly.

“You’re jealous,” Said Jim grinning.

“I so am not!” Exclaimed Melinda giving Jim a playful slap, “Jealous of a ghost…huh!”

“Then why is there a green glint in your eye, an’ why are you phoning people up at this time of night?” He asked.

“She’s obviously very disturbed and needs help,” Mel explained, “Maybe talking to these YSWA people will give me a clue how I can help.”

“I’m not convinced,” Replied her husband, “You’re jealous of a ghost girl. What did she look like? Was she pretty?”

“Yes,” Replied Mel as she dialled the number, “Apart from the big bloody hole in her neck…Ah hello?”

“YSWA Seattle,” Answered a voice over the telephone, “Can I help you?”

“Erm yes, maybe,” Replied Melinda.

The voice at the Seattle end sounded a bit Californian to her. That probably explained the ‘Wicca’ thing.

“You don’t know me,” Began Melinda, “But my name’s Melinda Gordon I was wondering; do you know a Candy Kane?”

“Describe her.” Asked the woman’s voice in Seattle, Melinda thought she could hear a young child giggling in the background. Mel described Candy, but left out the bit about the hole in her neck.

“Yeah that sounds like Candy.” Said the woman, “What’s she done now?”

“I’m not sure how to say this,” Started Melinda, “But I’m afraid she’s…”

“Is she dead?” Asked the woman, the sound of grief already in her voice.

“I’m afraid so.” Replied Melinda, “Um, you might find this hard to believe,” She continued, “But um I can communicate with the dead and she’s sorta asked me for help.”

There was silence for a minute.

“Are you a Witch?” Asked the woman in Seattle.

Of all the questions Melinda had been expecting to be asked, ‘Are you a Witch’ was not one of them. It was the way it was asked as well that confused her. It was not asked angrily or bitterly, Melinda had the feeling that the woman expected her to say ‘yes’.

“Erm, no.” Replied Melinda, “It’s a gift that runs in the family.”

“Like a Medium?” Asked the woman.

“I suppose so.” Mel replied, “But more than that.”

“I’ll need to come and investigate,” Announced the woman, “My names Willow Rosenberg by the way. Where do you live?”


“Never heard of it.” Replied Willow.

Melinda explained where Grandview was. Willow muttered as she took notes, and then asked for Melinda’s telephone number.

“Is that a land-line?” Willow asked, Mel replied that it was.

“Right,” Continued Willow, “I’ll be over as soon as I can, I’ll phone first, okay?”

“Okay.” Agreed Melinda doubtfully.

Normally when she told people she could speak to the dead she met with just a little more scepticism. This Willow person seemed to be taking everything in her stride. But, thought Mel, what would you expect from someone called ‘Willow’?

“Right then, see you soon.” Willow Rosenberg hung up leaving Melinda staring at the phone.

“You okay?” Asked Jim.

“She seemed to take it all very calmly.” Melinda told her husband.

“She’s coming down here?” Asked Jim.

Melinda nodded her head in confirmation.

“And she lives in Seattle?” Jim asked, again Melinda nodded, “So she won’t be here for a while?”

“No,” Agreed Melinda, “Why do you ask…AAAGH!” Screamed Melinda as Jim grabbed her.


“Oh dear.” Willow said to Tara, “Another Slayer gone.”

Willow had met Candy once or twice over the last couple of years. She was one of the girls who worked the area west of the Rocky’s. She mainly hunted in the countryside or in small towns. She had enjoyed her life on the road; she did not want to settle down, so she had roamed from town to town slaying Vamps and Demons, and chasing cute guys. Now she was dead and asking for help.

Tara noticed the change in her mother’s mood and started to look sad because her mom looked sad. She hugged her mom round the neck.

“Thanks sweetie.” Said Willow hugging her back.

Just then the front door burst open and Kennedy and her Slayers trooped into the room. The girls were chatting excitedly about the vamps they had slayed and did not notice the look on Willow’s face. Kennedy, however, took one look at Willow and said;

“What’s wrong?”

“Candy Kane’s dead.” Replied Willow.

The young Slayers stopped talking and looked at Willow.

“Who’s Candy Kane?” Asked Sally of her sister Slayers.

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