Title: Oblivion
Prompt: Ghost AU
Summary: Hesitantly, she reached out a ghostly hand, letting her fingers mold to his. She'd never tried ghost on ghost contact before so she felt a surge of relief when her hands didn't go straight through his.
A/N: I wrote this so many times. I was in love with the idea, it was just so hard to get it right. Again, the title was taken from a song: Oblivion by Bastille. This one doesn't fit as close but I still really like it with this story. Not to mention it's just a beautiful song in general.

Oblivion

Kira decided that being a ghost was actually an alright deal.

She still got to see her friends, she could walk around and she felt exactly the same as she always had, minus the whole new found ability to walk through solid objects which was equal parts awesome and strange.

But she missed talking to people. She could communicate with other dead people (she and Allison became fast friends and she even hung out with Erica and Boyd and Aiden from time to time) but she missed her parents and her friends and Scott.

Especially Scott.

All those times she'd seen how down he'd looked about her death, she'd wished that he knew she was there, watching over him. She wished she could telling him that dying wasn't as bad as it was made out to be.

It was exactly like living, but lonelier.

It took Scott a few minutes for him to realize he was dead.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the Beacon Hills cemetery, one he'd- unfortunately- frequented in his life. He registered his parents, Stiles, Lydia and Malia among others all gathered around a single tombstone. They all appeared to be in or near tears.

He was confused as to how he didn't remember getting there. How could he could completely blank out on someones death? Or maybe he was dreaming about Kira's funeral again. He'd found himself doing that for months after she died.

But something about the scene was different, unfamiliar.

He tried calling out to different people, but no one answered him. Eventually, he maneuvered around the people, hoping the name on the gravestone would give him some clue as to what was happening.

He could almost feel his body turn to ice as he read the grave marker: In Loving Memory of Scott McCall.

He blinked, trying to see if the words would change. They didn't.

A voice heard so often in his dreams- and nightmares- called out to him, choked with emotion. "Scott?"

He turned around quickly, not quite daring to trust his ears, even with the advanced hearing. "K-Kira?"

His gravestone was forgotten as his eyes fell on the girl he'd missed so much, for so long. She looked exactly as he remembered her- wavy, dark hair and wide, beautiful eyes- but there was something different there too. She didn't look transparent per se, but she didn't look quite solid either. Scott wasn't sure how to describe it. She looked as though a gust of wind would send her toppling over.

But that wasn't how she held herself. There was a certain confidence to her that he couldn't remember her having.

She offered him a small smile and he relished in the sight. How many times had he wished he could see her smile just one more time? "But... you're dead," way to be subtle, McCall.

But she didn't appear mad at him. She certainly seemed upset though. Her lips pursed in the way they used to right before she'd start crying. "So are you."

Kira explained everything to Scott as best as she could. She hadn't cried since dying- she wasn't even sure it was possible- but suddenly she found herself forcing back tears.

Scott was dead.

Well, considering she was too, you'd think that would make her happy but every time she smiled at him, she felt a shooting pain in her gut. He was leaving his friends and his mother and Stiles behind and she'd never wish that on any of them. They didn't deserve to lose any more people.

"I must have died a few weeks ago at least," Scott was saying. "So why am I just now becoming... alert?"

Kira shrugged. "As far as I can tell, something about having a funeral wakes something up in your soul. That's when I became... alert, too."

"You watched your own funeral?" Scott asked.

Kira nodded, feeling a sad smile- it seemed to be becoming her trademark- cross her face. "I always thought attending my own funeral would be cool but it felt kind of morbid and... sad."

Scott considered this. "I'm guessing you saw me crying like a little baby, then."

Kira glanced at the ground. She knew he was joking but she didn't feel much like laughing. "I thought it was sweet that you cared about me that much."

Scott blinked. "Cared about y- Kira, I loved you," he cleared his throat, not quite meeting her eyes. "I still love you."

Kira figured that if it still could, her heart would be beating out of her chest. Sure, before she'd died, she and Scott had told each other they love each other, but it had been a good while since then.

"I wish you didn't," Kira answered finally. "But I'm glad you do."

"Kira, that doesn't make sense," Scott shook his head.

Kira took a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "I wanted you to be happy. I was hoping you'd move on, eventually."

Scott frowned. "But...?" he prompted.

"But now that you're here, I'm glad you still feel that way," Kira finished. She glanced up at him and saw that he was smiling. It physically pained her to see his smile after so long.

Hesitantly, she reached out a ghostly hand, letting her fingers mold to his. She'd never tried ghost on ghost contact before so she felt a surge of relief when her hands didn't go straight through his.

"It's a good thing we have an eternity together now," Kira commented lightly. "Because I love you too."

And that was how Kira got her first kiss in the afterlife.