Info: Jane Smith, Looks like MC but with Blue eyes, acts like her too. Was Riki's fiancé when she was killed by a gunshot on a mission. Riki was devastated and slumped into a drinking fueled depression (The BF actually disbanded after the incident. They all nearly died with her) Her spirit stayed to protect him and try to help him move on. She's also working to get the BF back together.
Warning: Kind of sad, angsty, and dark. Slightly depressing.
Thanks to Jen_TheBidder for this. One of the comments I responded to gave me this idea.
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I pad silently behind Riki through the empty quiet house. In the hall, he passes a framed photo and stops. Reaching out, he drags his hand along the frame, taking a ragged breath as he does, looking every bit like he's gonna cry.

It's a picture of me in London. The day he proposed actually. I'm smiling up at him from where I'm seated as we ate outside at a cafe. Riki... Honey no... Don't do this please.

"I should have protected you..." He murmurs, a tear running down his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans his head against the painting. "...I wish you were here..."

"Riki. I am here. Don't do this to yourself... Please... It's not your fault." I step closer and watch as he develops goosebumps from my lowered temperature. Reaching out, I brush a hand across his hair. I grin sadly as his raven colored hair barely sways.

"I need to turn the heat up." And yet surprisingly he doesn't move. Maybe he senses my presence finally.

I run my hand down his hair, to his neck, my fingertips barely brushing his skin. If I actually touch him, i might just pass through him. My partly transparent hand comes to rest on his shoulder. In times like these, sometimes I swear he knows I'm here, but I don't ever have enough energy to really touch him, much less be seen. I get as close to him as I dare, resting my forehead on the side of his shoulder, letting my hand run down his back.

"I miss you so much Jane... So much." I feel his chest heave with every breath and his shoulders shake slightly.

It's not your fault. I'm here. You're not alone. I repeat this to him, and to myself, nightly, trying my hardest to give him a reassured feeling, or at least to ease his pain in the slightest.

After a few tense and silent moments, he takes a deep breath, composing himself. He stares at the picture once more, before sighing and turning, continuing his trek down the hall to the bedroom.

I follow behind him, watching his defeatedly slumped shoulders with pain in my heart that is no longer beating.

As he steps through the bedroom door, he knocks it back to shut it. I hold out my hand to ease it's swing and slip in, letting the door click shut quietly.

He crawls under the covers of the bed that is too large for one body, and sinks into the mattress. I gently lay on top of the covers beside him, watching over him as I do every night. He stares at the whirling ceiling fan for awhile, before turning and facing me. Well my side of the bed. He sighs, a sad look on his face, before closing his eyes and drifting off.

I don't sleep, but I close my eyes, feeling his warm exhales pass through me.
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After a few hours, I feel him start to fidget. Opening my eyes, I see a grimace on his face and sweat on his brow. His eyes are dancing beneath his lids and his head jerks every once in a while.

Must be another nightmare. I reach out and cup his cheek in my hand, leaning in towards his face. Once my lips are centimeters from his, brush mine over his quickly and pull back. "Sleep my love. They cannot hurt you. I am here." I calm him.

"Mmm... Jane..." I can barely hear him as he relaxes and burrows his face deeper into the pillow.

"I'm here Riki. I will always be here." That night I stay like that with him until sunrise.