Uh...yeah...Just a thing I started doing. I keep reading all these stories where Suze gets cancer, or is dying, so I'm trying my hand at one. It's intended to be a one-shot, but I might continue it. Paul/Suze fluff, but possibly a little Jesse/Suze fluff as well...I don't know yet. So yea...Oh, and my other stories will be updated soon, I PROMISE!!!

Suze's POV:

"Paul, go away!" I cried, holding back real tears. I had held them in for almost six months, and there was no way I was going to let them fall now.

"Suze, something's been bothering you for awhile." Paul said, concern laced in his voice. "Will you just tell me what it is? Is it De Silva? Because I swear to God, if he's hurt you in any way whatsoever, I'll-"I didn't get to find out what Paul would do because at that moment, I collapsed. I would have hit the hard ground of the breezeway had Paul not dropped to his knees as well and caught me.

"Suze! Suze!" Paul said frantically. He cradled my head in his hands. "Suze! Say something, Suze!"

"F-father...Dom..." I croaked out. That's what the doctors had told me to do, should I collapse at school. Go to Father Dom's office.

Paul picked me up bridal style and carried me to Father Dom's office. Father D took one look at me and asked Paul to leave.

"No!" I choked. I didn't want Paul to leave, strangely enough.

"Don't worry, Suze." Paul whispered. "I won't leave. I'll stay here."

"Susannah, is Mr. Slater aware of your condition?" Father Dom asked delicately.

I shook my head weakly. "Condition, Suze?" Paul asked, holding my hand. I opened my eyes to see his baby blue's fixated on me, worry and concern in them. "What condition would this be?"

I swallowed. No one outside the family- other than Father Dom and my doctors- knew. Even Jesse had no clue- not that he'd care. He hadn't been around since that day in the graveyard. It had been almost a year since that day. I hadn't told Cee or Adam, either. Did I really want Paul to be the first to know?

Yes. Yes, I did.

"Paul...about six months ago, I was diagnosed with..." I started to say. I couldn't speak. "With leukemia." I finished in a whisper.

"What?" Paul gasped. He was in denial, I could tell. "No. I don't believe it."

"Nor do I, Susannah." I heard from the window area. I glanced over as best I could, and saw the familiar black pants Jesse always wore. Father Dom had gone to his secretary's desk to call the hospital to send someone here to get me.

"You!" Paul growled. Jesse ignored him.

"Susannah, why didn't you tell me?" Jesse asked. I sat up with help from Paul. Jesse stood by the window, afraid to come closer, I think.

"When would I have told you?" I spat at him. "You disappeared after that day in the graveyard. This is the first time I've seen you in almost a year! A year, Jesse! I thought you'd moved on."

"How can I move on, querida, when you're the reason I'm still here?"

"Alright, Rico, there will be no querida's!" I shouted. Jesse looked like I had slapped him. Paul looked proud that I'd called Jesse 'Rico' and broke in after a moment. "Suze...how long do you have? Can I do anything?"

I swallowed and felt myself get weaker. I fell back against Paul and closed my eyes as I felt his arms go around me protectively. "According to my doctor's appointment last week, I have another six months at the most." I whispered. "As far as being able to do anything, they told me I have a very rare blood type. I need a transfusion, but unless you have A negative blood, there's nothing you can do."

I could practically feel Paul smile. Actually, I did because he squeezed me tight when he smiled and then leaned down and whispered, "Suze, we were made for each other. We are one and the same. I've been telling you this for how long?"

I pulled my eyes open. "Really?" I asked. I tried to sit up.

"Whoa, Suze, easy." Paul sat me up and held me so I wouldn't fall. I saw that Jesse had dematerialized.

"You would do that?" I asked, looking into Paul's ice-blue eyes. "You would really do that? For me?"

"Suze, I'd do anything for you." Paul said sincerely. He leaned in so our noses touched. "You should know that by now."

I smiled and opened my mouth to slightly protest. Before any words could come out, Paul had moved in and was kissing me.

And, unlike the time in his room, there was no doubt about it. I kissed him back.