This is a Mediator and Princess Diaries crossover. I know PD like the back of my hand, but I've only read the Med books once or twice, so please excuse any mistakes in character or whatever. If it's a really huge difference let me know and I'll attempt to fix it.
Chronologically, this story does NOT work. It's set after the second PD book, (the week after Halloween) and after the forth Med book, (the last week of Summer vacation), but it won't work any other way, so you just have to overlook the little glitch. Just remember that the characters from PD are still in school, and the ones from Med are not.
If you haven't read the Med books, here's a little synopsis for you: Suze is a mediator, which means she can see and talk to the dead. She used to live in Brooklyn but moved to Carmel in Northern California about nine months before this story is set. An 18th Century ghost lives in her room, his name is Jesse and he is her love interest...
Um, I'm probably missing a heap of stuff that will be releavent, but if you get confused, just ask me and I'll explain it in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Mia's POV...
My whole body is numb. This can't be happening. It just can't be.
But apparently it is.
"Dearly beloved," the priest stood on the stage and addressed the church. "We are sadly gathered here today to pay our respects to the recently departed Lillian Moscovitz. But we are also here to celebrate her life..."
I can't believe she's gone. My best friend, just gone.
It happened last week, the day after Halloween, when we'd all gone to see Rocky Horror. That night was so fun, but it was the last time I ever saw Lilly. She was hit by an M1 bus outside her building the morning after. She died before the ambulance arrived.
I remember getting the phone call. I was expecting it to be Kenny, who'd asked me out the night before, so I hesitated even to pick it up, not particularly wanting to speak to him.
"...Hello?" I'd asked cautiously.
"Mia? Is that you?" Lilly's mom had said, choking back tears.
"Dr. Moscovitz? What's wrong?" I remember thinking it must be pretty bad for her to be calling me in the first place, let alone for her to be in tears.
"It's... it's Lilly," she paused for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath. "She died this morning, Mia..." At this point she couldn't hold it back any longer, she was crying her heart out.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't think of anything to say. What are you supposed to say when your best friends mother informs you that your best friend has died?
She stopped crying for a second to see if I was still there since I hadn't said anything. "Mia?"
"Uh...um, what? How did... I mean.... how? What happened?" I finally stumbled out.
It took about five minutes for Dr. Moscovitz to tell me the whole story, we were both pretty incoherent.
Apparently she'd been on her way to see Boris when it happened. I never thought I'd say this, but poor Boris. He's racked with guilt, blaming himself. As soon as this funeral is over he's going to Russia to get his head together. He doesn't know when he'll be back.
Suze's POV...
Since my last ghost busting experience, involving a kid mediator called Jack, and his older, very good looking (but psychotic) brother, Paul, and almost getting myself killed, I've decided to take a holiday from it all. I'm going to New York City with my new best friend Cee Cee, to see my old friend best friend Gina for a week.
I also need to get a break from a certain ghost who lives in my bedroom, and thinks it ok to kiss me, then not talk to me for weeks.
Fr. Dom wasn't too pleased with me after what happened, let me tell you. But a girl can only apologise so much. And when I told him I was taking the last week of my Summer vacation and going to NYC, he actually thought it was a good idea.
And on this week long vacation, I am not, I repeat NOT, going to get into any ghost trouble. This is a holiday from all of that, a nice, relaxing, trouble-free holiday.
In fact, I'm going to take an oath not to get into any ghost related, or un-ghost related trouble. I'm going to go back to Carmel in one piece.
Let's see how long I last.
Mia's POV...
I've never been to a wake before. It's strange. People are depressed, yet they bring a pot roast and salad to share, then eat all they can as if it's an all-you-can-eat restaurant.
The Moscovitz's apartment is small, but there aren't many people here anyway, just family and close friends.
But it's still too many for me though. I'm used to sitting on the couch with Lilly, and sometimes her brother Michael and his dog Pavlov. This is too claustrophobic for me, I just want to be alone.
I opened the door to Lilly's bedroom and stepped in, thinking I would be the only one in here. But I was wrong, Michael had already beaten me here; he's sitting on his sisters bed in the dark.
"Oh, Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here." I started to back out of the door.
Michael looked up at me, the sad expression of his face matched what I was feeling perfectly. "No, Mia, don't go. It's fine."
If it had been anyone else I would have left anyway, preferring to find somewhere else to be completly alone, but I don't mind Michael's company.
"Don't you want to be alone?" I asked him, figuring he was in here for the same reason as me.
"Yes, but I don't mind if you're here," he forced a smile.
"Ok." I walked over and sat next to him on Lilly's bed. It's so weird to be in Lilly's room with Michael. Usually as soon as Michael steps foot in here Lilly yells at him to get out. But I guess she can't do that now.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Michael asked.
"I don't know where to begin..." I really don't. And besides, if I start talking, I'll start crying, and I won't be able to stop. And Michael Moscovitz is the last person I want to see me bawling like a baby, no matter what the circumstances are. You see, I kind of like him.
Ok, so I REALLY like him. Possibly even love him. Despite the fact that I am merely a Freshman while he is a Senior, and that I guess I'm kind of involved with Kenny now.
"That's ok, I don't feel like talking much either. That's why I was just sitting here in the dark. Just thinking."
We sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just looking around her room, letting the memories flood in.
"I'm sorry, Michael," I said quietly after a while. I turned my head to meet his gaze.
"Thanks," he replied, and even in the darkness I could see his eyes were glistening with tears. "And I'm sorry too, Lilly was your best friend, I'm not the only one who last someone."
I nodded and he grabbed my hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.
I know my best friend just died and all, but that didn't stop my heartbeat from increasing dramatically or my stomach from flip-flopping at the thought that Michael Moscovitz was holding my hand!
If I wasn't so upset, I probably would have fainted at the touch of his hand gently caressing mine.
We looked at each other in silence for a minute. I don't know what he was thinking, probably only about Lilly, but I was thinking, "Oh my God! Is he going to kiss me?" I could feel my hands begin to sweat, and it's probably grossing him out since he's still holding one of them. Great.
"Mia, I..." he started, but then he cut himself off and leaned towards me.
Oh my God! Michael IS going to kiss me!
Suddenly we were both blinded by the unexpected light coming through the now open bedroom door. Michael pulled back and dropped my hand like a hot potato.
"Mia?" a voice called from the open doorway. "Are you in here?"
It's Kenny. My supposed boyfriend. Well, we haven't really gone out on a date yet, but he asked me out at Rocky Horror last week.
"Yeah, I'm here," I answered gruffly. He interrupted us!
To be fair though, anything could have happened. Michael could have just been saying, "Mia, I see you have a booger hanging out of your nose, let me get it for you," and then have been leaning in with a tissue for me.
But still!!!
"Lars said it's time to go," Kenny continued.
"Ok." I stood up, wiping my nose, just in case. "I guess I'll see you later then, Michael."
"Yeah, ok."
Just as I was walking out of the room I heard a loud smashing sound.
I turned quickly to see shards of glass all over the floor. Switching the light on I saw that it was a glass paperweight from Lilly's desk that had broken.
"Whoa!" Michael said, standing up.
"What happened?" I asked, just as shocked as him.
"I don't know! It just smashed! I wasn't anywhere near it."
That's weird.
Suze's POV...
"Suze!" I heard someone behind me calling my name.
Cee Cee and I have just walked out of the airport double doors. Looking to my right I see that it was Gina who had called out to me.
"Gina!" I cried, dropping my suitcases and embracing her in a hug. "It's so great to see you again!"
"You too! Wow, you're so brown. Living on the West Coast has done a lot for you, you look great!"
"Thanks, so do you. You remember Cee Cee right?" I turned around to Cee Cee, who was standing behind me awkwardly. She doesn't like crowds much because of the strange looks she gets, on account of her being an albino and all.
"Of course I do. How are you?" Gina asked her. They'd met just after I'd moved to Carmel, when Gina had come to visit me.
"Ok, I guess. A little nervous, but ok," Cee Cee replied. She really does look nervous.
"I know what'll calm you down," Gina said cheerfully. "Shopping! Let's go!"
We picked up our luggage and jumped into a cab. Gina's mom had come with her so she took our bags back to their apartment and we went off by ourselves.
I love shopping in New York. It's so much better than the mall in Carmel. There is an especially good strip of designer outlet stores in Manhattan, so we headed their first.
A few hours later we were sitting on the sidewalk outside a little cafe, our shopping bags safely under the small table. I'm eating a bagel, something I have really missed since living in California.
"We're going to have so much fun while you're here, Suze! I'll be able to hang out with you all week, we can go to th..."
Gina kept talking, but I zoned out, I've been distracted by a girl walking towards us. She's shouting at the top of her lungs but nobody but me is paying any attention to her.
"Why?" she cried out. "Now they'll never get it together and there's nothing I can do about it! Ahhh!"
She looks like she's a little younger than me, maybe fourteen. She has brown hair and a face that reminds me of one of those pug dogs.
But her most striking feature is her skin colour, which is slightly translucent. This explains why no one is paying attention to her but me, because I am the only one who can see and hear her.
I turned back to Gina and Cee Cee and tried not to pay attention to her, but it's hard. Eventually she was right in front of our table and I couldn't help but look at her.
She saw me looking before I could look away again.
"Hey!" she said, stopping in her tracks. "Can you see me?"
I didn't answer her, hoping she would just go away.
"I saw you looking at me. You're still looking at me. Please, if you can really see me, you have to help me."
Realising my cover was blown, I reluctantly whispered, "Not here," to her.
"What was that, Suze?" Gina asked.
"Um, I just want to go and check out that store over there. I'll be back in a minute."
"Ok," she replied, before resuming her conversation with Cee Cee.
I stood up and headed towards the shop next to the cafe. Ghost Girl followed me.
Great, just great. I can already see my 'no trouble and no ghost's' oath going down the drain.
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Do you think this fic will be ok? I hope so.
By the way, that thing about Boris being so distraught he goes to Russia was just something I had to add after I'd already written the whole thing, because I kind of forgot that Lilly's boyfriend might be upset as well. And I couldn't just write him in after that. Oopsies.
Chronologically, this story does NOT work. It's set after the second PD book, (the week after Halloween) and after the forth Med book, (the last week of Summer vacation), but it won't work any other way, so you just have to overlook the little glitch. Just remember that the characters from PD are still in school, and the ones from Med are not.
If you haven't read the Med books, here's a little synopsis for you: Suze is a mediator, which means she can see and talk to the dead. She used to live in Brooklyn but moved to Carmel in Northern California about nine months before this story is set. An 18th Century ghost lives in her room, his name is Jesse and he is her love interest...
Um, I'm probably missing a heap of stuff that will be releavent, but if you get confused, just ask me and I'll explain it in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
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Mia's POV...
My whole body is numb. This can't be happening. It just can't be.
But apparently it is.
"Dearly beloved," the priest stood on the stage and addressed the church. "We are sadly gathered here today to pay our respects to the recently departed Lillian Moscovitz. But we are also here to celebrate her life..."
I can't believe she's gone. My best friend, just gone.
It happened last week, the day after Halloween, when we'd all gone to see Rocky Horror. That night was so fun, but it was the last time I ever saw Lilly. She was hit by an M1 bus outside her building the morning after. She died before the ambulance arrived.
I remember getting the phone call. I was expecting it to be Kenny, who'd asked me out the night before, so I hesitated even to pick it up, not particularly wanting to speak to him.
"...Hello?" I'd asked cautiously.
"Mia? Is that you?" Lilly's mom had said, choking back tears.
"Dr. Moscovitz? What's wrong?" I remember thinking it must be pretty bad for her to be calling me in the first place, let alone for her to be in tears.
"It's... it's Lilly," she paused for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath. "She died this morning, Mia..." At this point she couldn't hold it back any longer, she was crying her heart out.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't think of anything to say. What are you supposed to say when your best friends mother informs you that your best friend has died?
She stopped crying for a second to see if I was still there since I hadn't said anything. "Mia?"
"Uh...um, what? How did... I mean.... how? What happened?" I finally stumbled out.
It took about five minutes for Dr. Moscovitz to tell me the whole story, we were both pretty incoherent.
Apparently she'd been on her way to see Boris when it happened. I never thought I'd say this, but poor Boris. He's racked with guilt, blaming himself. As soon as this funeral is over he's going to Russia to get his head together. He doesn't know when he'll be back.
Suze's POV...
Since my last ghost busting experience, involving a kid mediator called Jack, and his older, very good looking (but psychotic) brother, Paul, and almost getting myself killed, I've decided to take a holiday from it all. I'm going to New York City with my new best friend Cee Cee, to see my old friend best friend Gina for a week.
I also need to get a break from a certain ghost who lives in my bedroom, and thinks it ok to kiss me, then not talk to me for weeks.
Fr. Dom wasn't too pleased with me after what happened, let me tell you. But a girl can only apologise so much. And when I told him I was taking the last week of my Summer vacation and going to NYC, he actually thought it was a good idea.
And on this week long vacation, I am not, I repeat NOT, going to get into any ghost trouble. This is a holiday from all of that, a nice, relaxing, trouble-free holiday.
In fact, I'm going to take an oath not to get into any ghost related, or un-ghost related trouble. I'm going to go back to Carmel in one piece.
Let's see how long I last.
Mia's POV...
I've never been to a wake before. It's strange. People are depressed, yet they bring a pot roast and salad to share, then eat all they can as if it's an all-you-can-eat restaurant.
The Moscovitz's apartment is small, but there aren't many people here anyway, just family and close friends.
But it's still too many for me though. I'm used to sitting on the couch with Lilly, and sometimes her brother Michael and his dog Pavlov. This is too claustrophobic for me, I just want to be alone.
I opened the door to Lilly's bedroom and stepped in, thinking I would be the only one in here. But I was wrong, Michael had already beaten me here; he's sitting on his sisters bed in the dark.
"Oh, Michael, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here." I started to back out of the door.
Michael looked up at me, the sad expression of his face matched what I was feeling perfectly. "No, Mia, don't go. It's fine."
If it had been anyone else I would have left anyway, preferring to find somewhere else to be completly alone, but I don't mind Michael's company.
"Don't you want to be alone?" I asked him, figuring he was in here for the same reason as me.
"Yes, but I don't mind if you're here," he forced a smile.
"Ok." I walked over and sat next to him on Lilly's bed. It's so weird to be in Lilly's room with Michael. Usually as soon as Michael steps foot in here Lilly yells at him to get out. But I guess she can't do that now.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Michael asked.
"I don't know where to begin..." I really don't. And besides, if I start talking, I'll start crying, and I won't be able to stop. And Michael Moscovitz is the last person I want to see me bawling like a baby, no matter what the circumstances are. You see, I kind of like him.
Ok, so I REALLY like him. Possibly even love him. Despite the fact that I am merely a Freshman while he is a Senior, and that I guess I'm kind of involved with Kenny now.
"That's ok, I don't feel like talking much either. That's why I was just sitting here in the dark. Just thinking."
We sat there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, just looking around her room, letting the memories flood in.
"I'm sorry, Michael," I said quietly after a while. I turned my head to meet his gaze.
"Thanks," he replied, and even in the darkness I could see his eyes were glistening with tears. "And I'm sorry too, Lilly was your best friend, I'm not the only one who last someone."
I nodded and he grabbed my hand, gently stroking it with his thumb.
I know my best friend just died and all, but that didn't stop my heartbeat from increasing dramatically or my stomach from flip-flopping at the thought that Michael Moscovitz was holding my hand!
If I wasn't so upset, I probably would have fainted at the touch of his hand gently caressing mine.
We looked at each other in silence for a minute. I don't know what he was thinking, probably only about Lilly, but I was thinking, "Oh my God! Is he going to kiss me?" I could feel my hands begin to sweat, and it's probably grossing him out since he's still holding one of them. Great.
"Mia, I..." he started, but then he cut himself off and leaned towards me.
Oh my God! Michael IS going to kiss me!
Suddenly we were both blinded by the unexpected light coming through the now open bedroom door. Michael pulled back and dropped my hand like a hot potato.
"Mia?" a voice called from the open doorway. "Are you in here?"
It's Kenny. My supposed boyfriend. Well, we haven't really gone out on a date yet, but he asked me out at Rocky Horror last week.
"Yeah, I'm here," I answered gruffly. He interrupted us!
To be fair though, anything could have happened. Michael could have just been saying, "Mia, I see you have a booger hanging out of your nose, let me get it for you," and then have been leaning in with a tissue for me.
But still!!!
"Lars said it's time to go," Kenny continued.
"Ok." I stood up, wiping my nose, just in case. "I guess I'll see you later then, Michael."
"Yeah, ok."
Just as I was walking out of the room I heard a loud smashing sound.
I turned quickly to see shards of glass all over the floor. Switching the light on I saw that it was a glass paperweight from Lilly's desk that had broken.
"Whoa!" Michael said, standing up.
"What happened?" I asked, just as shocked as him.
"I don't know! It just smashed! I wasn't anywhere near it."
That's weird.
Suze's POV...
"Suze!" I heard someone behind me calling my name.
Cee Cee and I have just walked out of the airport double doors. Looking to my right I see that it was Gina who had called out to me.
"Gina!" I cried, dropping my suitcases and embracing her in a hug. "It's so great to see you again!"
"You too! Wow, you're so brown. Living on the West Coast has done a lot for you, you look great!"
"Thanks, so do you. You remember Cee Cee right?" I turned around to Cee Cee, who was standing behind me awkwardly. She doesn't like crowds much because of the strange looks she gets, on account of her being an albino and all.
"Of course I do. How are you?" Gina asked her. They'd met just after I'd moved to Carmel, when Gina had come to visit me.
"Ok, I guess. A little nervous, but ok," Cee Cee replied. She really does look nervous.
"I know what'll calm you down," Gina said cheerfully. "Shopping! Let's go!"
We picked up our luggage and jumped into a cab. Gina's mom had come with her so she took our bags back to their apartment and we went off by ourselves.
I love shopping in New York. It's so much better than the mall in Carmel. There is an especially good strip of designer outlet stores in Manhattan, so we headed their first.
A few hours later we were sitting on the sidewalk outside a little cafe, our shopping bags safely under the small table. I'm eating a bagel, something I have really missed since living in California.
"We're going to have so much fun while you're here, Suze! I'll be able to hang out with you all week, we can go to th..."
Gina kept talking, but I zoned out, I've been distracted by a girl walking towards us. She's shouting at the top of her lungs but nobody but me is paying any attention to her.
"Why?" she cried out. "Now they'll never get it together and there's nothing I can do about it! Ahhh!"
She looks like she's a little younger than me, maybe fourteen. She has brown hair and a face that reminds me of one of those pug dogs.
But her most striking feature is her skin colour, which is slightly translucent. This explains why no one is paying attention to her but me, because I am the only one who can see and hear her.
I turned back to Gina and Cee Cee and tried not to pay attention to her, but it's hard. Eventually she was right in front of our table and I couldn't help but look at her.
She saw me looking before I could look away again.
"Hey!" she said, stopping in her tracks. "Can you see me?"
I didn't answer her, hoping she would just go away.
"I saw you looking at me. You're still looking at me. Please, if you can really see me, you have to help me."
Realising my cover was blown, I reluctantly whispered, "Not here," to her.
"What was that, Suze?" Gina asked.
"Um, I just want to go and check out that store over there. I'll be back in a minute."
"Ok," she replied, before resuming her conversation with Cee Cee.
I stood up and headed towards the shop next to the cafe. Ghost Girl followed me.
Great, just great. I can already see my 'no trouble and no ghost's' oath going down the drain.
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Do you think this fic will be ok? I hope so.
By the way, that thing about Boris being so distraught he goes to Russia was just something I had to add after I'd already written the whole thing, because I kind of forgot that Lilly's boyfriend might be upset as well. And I couldn't just write him in after that. Oopsies.
