Fiona Stewart has been friends with Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spengler for years. Now, she works alongside them, and others, for their tv show GhostFacers. Fiona was skeptical at first, she didn't really believe in ghosts or anything else "strange". Tha...
Three months into the new year, Fiona had gotten to know Bobby and helped Sam fight new cases.
He even got himself a girl.
Well, So Fiona thought.
One night, Sam and Fiona had come back from the bar. Fiona more drunk than he was. But she remembered the night.
She remembered everything.
Sam had placed her gingerly onto the couch in Bobby's house. He covered her with a quilt and walked towards the kitchen.
As Sam walked away, Fiona vaguely remembered a red cooler sitting on the kitchen counter. She saw sam open it quickly and whip out a red plastic filled bag.
He began to drink this bag like his life depended on it.
Fiona only giggled at the man.
Sam froze and realized he was in view of Fiona.
"Sssammy." Fiona slurred. "Easy wittthh the coolaid. Youreee not gonna die if you don't drinkkk it." A hiccup escaped her.
Sam relaxed a bit.
She didn't know.
Good.
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It was month six now, Fiona was still dealing with Deans passing.
Her heart was still broken at the fact she never got to say goodbye.
As Fiona sat in Bobby's guest bedroom, her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Fiona? Hey it's Eric. You got a second?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I need your help."
"My help?" Fiona sat up in bed. "With what? Wait, don't tell me you got yourself into another monster situation."
"No, no it's not that."
"We'll what is it?"
Eric had gone silent.
"Eric?"
"Your at Bobby's house right?"
"How do you know—?"
"Meet me at Ol Trays gas station. It's about ten minutes from you. And please, just come by yourself."
"Eric, what—"
He had hung up.
"What the hell was that about?"
Fiona quickly got out of bed and grabbed a duffel bag off the floor. It had already been packed from a previous hunt so she wasn't worried about adding to it.
As Fiona made her way out of her room and down the stairs, Bobby had fallen asleep in his chair.
The huntress smiled and grabbed a blanket from the couch.
