Hello everyone I have returned with a sequel to Trouble Calling…I hope that those of you who read it, enjoyed it. If you have not read it yet and are looking at this stop now and start reading TC.

DISCLAIMER:

I own nothing. Meg owns Jesse and Suze and Paul and everything. I only own the ideas in my head…which is not really saying much…

So…I welcome you to…

Gain Control

A sequel to Trouble Calling

By Gorbash33

It has been a month since that day at Paul's house. The day when I thought my whole life was going to come crushing down upon me because I thought I was going to loose Jesse forever, and for good this time. Instead, my powers seemed to blast out of me and reverse whatever Paul was doing and have it hurt him instead. I know I should not feel guilty for Paul's current condition since he is the one who put the castostoma on Jesse to begin with, and he should have known when he did it that there would be some serious risks. Besides I was just trying to save myself, and not to mention save the man I love. It is not like I could just idly sit back and watch Jesse be sucked into oblivion. Still…I cannot help but feel responsible. It is for this reason and this reason only why I am currently where I am right now, just like I was the Thursday of last week, and really every Thursday since Paul went into his coma. At the hospital, in his room, visiting with him. Well, all right, visiting does not really work since he is not engaging in my conversation to him.

You would think that after all I have been through I would never want to keep anything from Jesse ever again. Well, I was planning on telling him about my weekly visits to Paul, I really was, but…I did not think that he would understand. I was right…he did not understand…at all…

"Susannah, what are you up to today?" Jesse asked me this morning through the phone as I was getting ready to head to the hospital.

I closed my eyes briefly as I was about to apply mascara because I hate not telling Jesse the truth and said, "Uh, well, I was planning on running some errands today."

"Errands? Really? What type, can I help?" Jesse asked in his deep slightly accented voice.

I frowned into the mirror I was looking into and said, "I really don't think you would have much fun with this…errand…" That was not a lie he would not have fun at all. It would probably be the last thing he would ever do willingly, in fact he would probably even get his legs waxed before he would ever go and see Paul. Hmm. That would actually be rather funny to see. "Jesse, have you ever considered getting your legs waxed?"

The other end of the line was silent momentarily and then I heard, "Excuse me?" in an extremely confused sounding voice.

I had to use every ounce of self-control within me to keep from laughing at his voice and I said in the most serious voice I could muster, "You heard me. Have you ever considered waxing your legs? Don't you ever get annoyed by the hair on your legs, I mean my lord I can hardly go two days without going insane by the hair…and you have gone…over 150 years!"

Jesse started laughing and said, "Querida, I promise you, my leg hair does not make me go insane….and if it did I would be in an even worse state than Edgar Allan Poe was in when he died."

This caused me to start laughing finally and I said, "Oh my, only my boyfriend would compare the bad effects of leg hair to the mental state of Poe."

"Yes, well we studied him in American Literature class and I must say, he is quite an interesting fellow. Anyway, back to our original discussion…what errands are you running?"

Damnit I thought we got past this with my crazy hair questions. I took a deep breath and said, "You are not going to be too happy with me, but I am not even going to try to make up an excuse to you anymore…please…just don't get mad at me, alright?" I was rambling like I always do, but I was in slight panic mode, so it makes sense.

"Susannah," Jesse said, his voice deepening even more and all signs of laughter was now gone from his voice. "What am I not suppose to get mad about?"

I bit my lower lip still looking into the mirror at myself and took another deep breath and said, "No. Promise me you will not get mad." I really wanted to be truthful with Jesse, but if he was just going to blow up at me, I did not see much of a point.

"Fine. I promise, not please tell me," Jesse said, already sounding slightly agitated.

"You already sound upset," I said in a pouty voice.

"Susannah…" Jesse said in a voice that said very clearly I will not put up with your crap right now.

"Fine, fine. I have been visiting Paul in the hospital ever Thursday since…that day." Before I could let Jesse get a word in I said, "No! You can't get mad! I know, I know it sounds really weird visiting someone I despise, even hate at time, but Jesse! He has no one! No one else has really visited him besides Father Dominic at all…for a month! Besides me. That is just sad. Even a devil-like thing deserves company." Jesse was silent on the other end of the phone so I added quietly, "It is only for about 15 minutes. I just see if there has been any change in him…ask the doctor how he is doing…say hi and leave."

"I do not know if I should be angry at you for doing this and never mentioning it to me or be proud of you that even after all that this person has done to you, you are still able to treat him like he is a human." I could hear him sigh and then he said, "I just wish you had not kept this a secret from me."

I looked down at my lap, even though Jesse could not see me, and I said softly, "I am sorry. I know I should have told you, but I was scared. I don't even know why exactly I go…you, know when it was all happening, I never wanted to see Paul ever again. I thought I would be happy if he died, but now I've realized that, yes, I may hate him, but I do not wish death upon anyone, no matter what. I cannot help but feel partly guilty for the state that he is in right now…" I knew Jesse would not like that last statement one bit at all.

"NO!" Jesse yelled through the phone. Yeah, I know him too well. "You cannot blame yourself at all for the state that Slater is in. He did it to himself because he was the one who tried to ruin your life and get rid of me. It just backfired on him."

I closed my eyes and tried to will away the tears that I felt welling up behind my eyes. "Jesse…I, I cannot help it…" A single tear fell which lead to the rest of them starting to fall. I started crying into the phone and said, "Jesse…I feel horrible."

Right away Jesse turned into his sweet comforting self, "If I were there I would wrap you in my arms and kiss away those tears, Querida. You are perfect. You only did what you had to do…it is called self-defense. If Slater was not so…demented then none of this would have happened." He paused for a moment and then said angrily, "Dios, even in a coma that boy is able to cause you pain. Maybe it would have been better if he died."

My eyes flashed opened and I shrieked, "JESSE! So not helping! Well, ok, maybe the holding me and kissing me would help…" I said with a small smile playing on my lips.

Jesse's voice went all silky as he responded with, "I would hold and kiss you any time anywhere…"

This made a huge grin appear on my face and I said, "Want to do something later today?"

I could almost hear the smile on Jesse's face when he said, "That is what I was hinting at. I will pick you up at 3:30."

"Good. I expect a lot of "comfort" for all the hardships I have been through lately." I said trying not to giggle.

"Your wish is my command," was Jesse's reply.

I laughed and said, "I am going to hold you to that, mi Amor."

"Adios, Querida," Jesse said.

I hung up the phone and rested my head in my hands for a moment. I cannot believe he did not get super mad at me for my Paul visits. I guess since Paul is slightly unable to 'visit' me, Jesse has nothing to worry about. I know I am idiot for caring about him at all anymore. A very small part of me still remembers the very brief time when he and I were actually friends. When I thought nothing but innocent, nice, friendly, feelings were coming from him. I really liked being his friend…but then he turned right back into his normal self, saying that it had all been a ploy. Everything with Paul Slater seems to be covering some plan or another to benefit himself. He is selfish and arrogant and basically just evil, and yet I still find myself feeling badly for him. The boy seriously has no one in his life. His parents have not even come in town to visit him, and its not like his grandfather could visit him.

So here I am, once again, sitting next to Paul's hospital bed. He looks so calm and innocent just lying on the bed asleep. His hair was falling ever so lightly in his eyes, and before I realized what I was doing I reached over and brush the hair off his face, lightly brushing his skin. I jerked my hand back, because even though I have visited him several times, I have never touched him. It just…doesn't seem right. I sat back down quickly and stared at my hand trying to gain control of my nerves, but the quiet steady beeping of the machines that Paul was hooked up to was not helping that much. I looked around the room and spotted the remote control on the table next to Paul, the exact place I had left it last week. You see, even though I am only in his room for about 15 minutes, I just cannot stand the silence and stillness of it…I do not deal well with hospitals…it brings back memories of my Dad's death. I clicked the TV on and put it on a movie that was on and started to watch. I stared at the screen half watching the movie and half thinking about what Jesse and I were going to do on our date later that day. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that I was almost 1:00, so I had plenty of time to get back home when my visit was over and get ready. A small smile played on my lips as I thought about Jesse wanting to kiss me. That was the last thing that played through my head before I fell asleep.

"Excuse me, miss? I am sorry to wake you, but I have to give Paul a sponge bath and make sure his tubes are all still clean."

"Ew…" I mumbled still half asleep, but then realized what was just said and jolted awake. "What!" I said panicky. "Oh my god, how long have I been here?"

The nurse looked at me and said, "well I do not know, but its about 4:45 now."

Oh shit.

I jumped out of the chair and ran out of the hospital room and to the parking lot with the speed of light guiding me. Jesse will not be happy with me now…

A/N Alright then. That is all for now, tell me what you think!

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