hey ya'll. my very first mediator fic. hope you like it! i may not update for a while at a time, but please its worth it. haha.

disclaimer: i do not own the mediator. much to my chagrin..

enjoy, darlings.

When Father Dom said 'mediator school' I about passed out right then and there. There's a school for kids who 'see dead people'? Wow. Just wow.

"But, Father D, I like it here. I have actually made friends," I explained to the elder priest.

"Susannah, you don't understand. I think you need to branch out. Learn new techniques," he persuaded, obviously referring to my tendency to kick some ghost butt.

"Last time I checked, my technique worked out just fine," I retorted. No way am I leaving beautiful Carmel-By-The-Sea for freaking Minnesota where this mysterious 'mediator school' was located. Apparently the name for it was 'Ronald Reagan High'. When I questioned the name, Father D explained that he was the only president proved to be a mediator. No wonder I liked him so much, I thought.

"Oh, Susannah," Father Dominic sighed. His blue eyes pleading with me the whole time. "You must. It will be a good experience. If it turns out to be as dreadful as you think, just call me and I will pick you up. Alright?"

So I said yes. I mean, can you blame me? His face was almost as impossible to turn down as Doc's. I mean, David's. That leaves me where I am now. Standing outside Ronald Reagan High. The first thing I noticed was how old the building was. Not that I was worried about any ghosts lurking around. It is a 'mediator school' after all.

"Susannah, you have to meet with a... " he paused to look down at a piece of paper. "A Paul Slater. He is supposed to show you around."

I nodded at him. Paul Slater. As I looked around all the students, I wondered how in the world I would find him. There had to be 100 kids out here. Little did I know how easy this task would prove to be.

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"Paul Slater! You little douche bag!" I heard a shrill voice scream.

"Come on, baby," a male voice crooned. "It's not my fault. I was provoked and seduced by her!"

Assuming the man was Paul Slater, I could tell I was going to like this guy. Haha funny joke. He seemed like a womanizer. Oh, joy, I thought.

"Just leave me alone, asshole," she sobbed. What did he do? Jerk.

"Whatever," he muttered. I turned toward the noise, and I saw him. Damn. I thought he was going to be hot, considering my assumed status of his. I had to admit, though, he was gorgeous. His perfectly tennis-toned body had me drooling. Hestitantly, I looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled a breathtakingly cocky smile.

"You must be Susannah Simon," he announced, sticking out his large hand. I stared at it. After contemplating whether to blow him off and teach his cocky, yet handsome, ass a lesson, I reached out and took it. My hand tingled unusually. Lust, Simon. That's all. Lust...

"Yeah, but it's Suze. Not Susannah," I corrected. "So you're Paul Slater?" Apparently I had said his name with such disgust, his smile happened to faltere at my acknowledgement.

"Ahh, you've heard about me, have you?" he questioned with a mocking smile.

"Not so much heard about you, but just plain heard you. And her, " I said with a gesture to the weeping girl on our left. He tured to look, and I saw an emotion flicker through his blue(A/N: I couldn't remember his eye color so I just guessed haha if someone would like to tell me.. thank you!) eyes.

"Well, it's not polite to assume, Suze," he pointed out with a smirk. "It only makes an ass out of--"

"--You and me. Yes. I'm aware of that saying, thanks." I replied with just the same amount of sarcasm. I folded my arms across my chest in an I-could-care-less-what-you-fucking-say-Slater way.

Then I heard a laugh. A deep laugh, so that when I heard it, it made my heart skip a beat. The laugh was like silk; It was smooth and perfect. When I whipped around to try and find the source, I heard an "Oh, shit" and running footsteps. The only thing I saw was a slightly glowing, brown hand disappear behind a door. What the hell?

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