A/N: Sorry I stopped the other one Mediator: Pride & Prejudice. I got writers block, and got very busy at school. So I just started a new one. If this idea is supported then I will try my best to write one chapter a week at least, until I finish. REVIEW & SUPPORT the story and I will continue.

Summary: Susannah gives up her memory for the sake of Jesse being alive. No one remembers Jesse, neither the memory of anything from when Susannah met Jesse, but the familiarity is there.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator series

"Don't, Susannah! I will not let you do this," Jesse shouted as he ran towards me. I stood in the center of a circle made of blood & candles.

"I must, Jesse. It's the only way to bring you back to life. This is your destiny and the reason why you're still here," I screamed back, as tears streamed down my face.

"You must not! I will not let you lose your memory for me!" Jesse bellowed.

"I call upon the ancient power…" I began to chant.

"No! For my life, I will not exist in your memory, in your life. I will have no memory of you, Susannah!"

"… To unmask him now and in future hours show him well and thoroughly revel him so the world can see."

"I would rather be a ghost than not exist in each others lives. Susannah, I…," and those were his last words, as the world began to disappear.

Bright lights shown across the earth, as memories disappeared into Space, where they were bottled up into a black hole, and sealed. According to a book of magic, the only way that memories will be returned is if the spell is broken.

Legends and folktales talk of northern lights hitting the ground and spreading across the earth returning memories of past lives and lost dreams.

As the sunlight crept through the curtains of my bedroom, I laid in bed between green bedspreads & quilts. I opened my eyes, slowly waking, and stretched. I turned my head and glanced at the window. Something seems to be missing. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just felt like something was missing.

I looked into the mirror, combing my brunette hair, and looked at my emerald green eyes. I applied a layer of lip-gloss onto my lips, and a thin line of eyeliner around my eyes.

I quietly walked down the stairs to the living room, looking around the house. Well… I'm moving out & moving in. I was accepted to NoCal, local slang for Northern California State College, which is about an hour drive from Carmel. Trying to get a degree for fashion designing. A way to get cha-ching and still kick ass… ghost ass to be exact. I am a mediator – a liaison between the living and the dead.

I quietly walked into the kitchen, taking out a pan, cracking an egg, and cutting up some bacon. Hmm… breakfast… bacon & eggs.

"Morning, Hon," mom said sleepily.

"Morning, Mom. I'm gonna leave soon," I replied.

"Oh … see you on the weekend, Hon," she hugged me. "My baby's growing up…" she sighed.

"Bye, Mom." I said as I left the house. I walked over to my brand new Honda that I got as a graduation slash getting into college present.

Mom had arranged for my stuff to be moved to my dorm, so it was there before I was. I picked up my key at the counter, and totally checked the scene out. It was different, but somehow had the feeling of familiarity.

Let's see… room 219. Okay. I took the lift to the second floor, and slowly walked down the hallway. The walls were a dull grungy white, the floors were covered with gray industrial carpets, and the doors were painted white with little bronze metal numbers stuck to the doors.

As I walked down the hall of the second floor, I realized it was a coed floor. Well, if I'm lucky I can get a boyfriend. 200… A tall guy, looked at me and grinned… eww. 201… 210… 218… ah… 219… finally. It was the last room at the end of the hall.

Obviously, where couples hooked up, because I saw a couple making out in the corner, and I was totally grossed out.

I could hear music booming from the door of 219, my roommate must have moved in. Slipping the key into the doorknob, I turned it and pushed the door opened.

My first thought as I entered the room was that my roommate was a crazy person. She was full of energy, chirpy, perky, and fresh.

A quick glance around the room and it told me that she had gone on a decorating craze. She had bought all matching bedspreads & quilts, for both beds. She had bought borders for the top of the walls, which she had already fixed up on the perimeter of the walls. She had also gotten curtains that went with the bed sets and borders. She even put up posters of her favorite celebrities on her side of the room. I felt my simple denim skirt, white halter, Converse shoes, were so dull compared to the room.

Her name was Elsa, and she was gorgeous. She came from some city, nearby. She was in her first year, as I was, and was thinking of getting a major in films.

Together, we left the dorm and started going down to the club fair in the main building on campus. I walked down and bumped into someone on our way over. My bag dropped to the floor, and I crouch down to pick up objects that had tumbled out.

"I'm so sorry, let me help you," said a deep, smooth masculine voice. I looked up at the man who had just crouched down to help pick up my fallen objects. He was tall, tanned skin—probably Hispanic or something—and dark hair and darker eyes. The floor fell out from under me and I swear it could have swallowed me whole. If you asked me a question at that very moment, I wouldn't have been able to answer you. I could only process one thing in my mind: Querida.

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