Disclaimer: I do not own the mediator, the main plot or the characters. I do however own this fanfic plot and chester :P
I hope everyone likes it! This is my first fan fic and I'm pretty sure I know where I want to go with it :D
Many people have had those dreams before, the dream where your running but you're not sure where to. I knew where I was going to. I was going towards him; it was the
same beautiful face I have run to in my dreams since I got to California. Who is that mysterious face? Well honestly, I have no idea. He was definitely Spanish, probably early twenties,
dark eyes, and dark hair. Yet, I have never seen him before in my life. The only thing clear in this dream is that the mystery guy is a ghost. What's new? I see a new ghost every day!
I'm a mediator; I help ghosts cross over to where they are supposed to go…well sometimes I force them into where they are supposed to go. Though, there is something different about
the ghost in my dreams. As weird as this will sound, I feel something for this ghost, whether its love or hate, the feelings are there. Well that is, until I wake up (though I can't say they
disappear).
"Suze! Breakfast is ready!" my mother called up. I glanced over at my clock knowing that I probably didn't want to know the time. After a full night of kicking ghost butt, id say I
deserve the sleep but it's not like I could tell my mother "hey mom, can I have five more minutes, I snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to go kick a ghost into the next
dimension." Considering my mother doesn't know my special ability to talk to the dead…
I wobbled down the stairs and sleepily walked to the table. "Well good morning Suze!" my youngest step brother (and my favorite) said as I sat next to him. I gave him a smile
back and grimaced as I glanced across the table to see my other stepbrother, Brad (preferably known as Dopey) shoving his breakfast down his throat without even chewing it. He
noticed my staring and with a mouth full of food asked, "What are you looking at?" I didn't even answer his question. I started to eat my food, while I listened to my mother and
stepfather, Andy, have a discussion.
Breakfast ended faster than usual but I guess that could be because I didn't have to wash the dishes. I ran back upstairs to my room to get dressed. I opened my closet and
looked for something cute. That wasn't too hard; I slipped on a skirt and a top that I had picked up back when I was in New York. I must say, I did miss all the shops in New York; it's not
as easy to find clothes like it was back home. Well what used to be home.
Before I could even finish that thought, I heard my house phone ring. "Suze! It's for you," my oldest step brother, Jake, called up. I ran to pick up the extension in my room.
"Hel-"but before I could even get the word out, my best friend Cee Cee was already talking. "Suze, you know how I got that internship down at the newspaper?" she didn't give me a
chance to answer before she continued. Cee Cee is an incredible writer, journalism is definitely going to come easy to her. "Well, they gave me my first assignment! It's the anniversary
of this mysterious death. The death was part of a famous family here in Carmel; it was one of the De Silva's. Anyway, they want me to write an article explaining some of the history of
this family and in order to do so, I have to go down to the town's Historian and I want you to come with me, will you Suze?" I wasn't thinking about my answer because one of the things
she had said was still playing in my head. It was the name "De Silva." It sounded so familiar! Though I couldn't remember where I had heard that name before. I was busy trying to
recover my own personal mystery when I heard Cee Cee on the phone. I had forgotten all about her. "Suze, are you still there?" I shook myself out of the small trance I was in, enough
to answer her questions. "Yeah, I'm sorry Cee Cee, of course I'll come." I seriously needed something to get me out of the house and away from my dreaded step brothers anyway, so
this was the perfect opportunity and also it helped Cee Cee. "Great! Meet me at the historian's at around eleven!" I looked over to my clock. It was ten thirty. The historian's is pretty
close, so I still have time to attempt to do something with my hair.
I headed into my bathroom to look in the mirror to see what I could do with my hair. I must say it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. All it needed was a quick brush (my
teeth needed the same) and a quick poof! After that was all done I still had a few minutes to spare and I had to admit that I didn't look half bad. I sat on my bed for a second still
thinking the same thing that I had been thinking since Cee Cee called. De Silva. Where had I heard that before? I know it wasn't in New York. I couldn't explain it. Just when I thought
I wouldn't figure it out more names were in my head; Jesse and Hector. I tried to think of where I would have heard that name but I couldn't remember. I thought back to school
crushes, teachers, class mates, topics in history class, and friends but I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried. I pushed the name into the back of my head and headed
downstairs.
Me, being the very trustworthy and responsible senior in high school that I am (oh who am I kidding, even I had to laugh at that one), decided to ask Jake if I could barrow his
car. Me, being the stupid and forgetful senior that I am, forgot that he would say no. So I decided to ask my mom instead, who instantly handed me the keys; though I was pretty
surprised I didn't get questioned as to where I was going. I made my way out to the car and headed to the historian's before she could change her mind.
Cee Cee was pulling into the parking lot at the same time I was. Just as I was parking, she gave me a small wave, which I quickly returned. We both got out of our cars and
headed towards the door. "Thank you so much for coming with me, Suze!" Cee Cee said as we headed into the historian's building. "No problem, Cee, I was glad to come, you saved me
from being stuck in the house with my step brothers!" she laughed before she continued in. As soon as we stepped through the door, Cee Cee whipped out a small notebook and a pen,
ready to talk to the first historian she saw.
I quickly looked around the building. It was old but beautiful. There were pictures on every wall along with small writings and labels left all around. Before I could finish
glancing around, an older man started walking towards us. "Well, hello ladies, my name is Chester Storms, is there anything that you may need help with?" he seemed very nice and
sincere. Though I would be smiling like that too if I worked in a place like this, I can't see it being the most popular place in town, he must have been happy to have visitors. "Hello there!
My name is Cee Cee Webb, I'm an intern for the Carmel Times (A/N: I really have no idea if in the book, that's the name of the news paper, though I really don't know if they ever said
anything). I'm doing an article on the history of the De Silva's and I was wondering if you could help me?" Chester smiled a bit more. It was pretty obvious that he loved history so much
because as soon as Cee Cee finished her question he began telling the importance the De Silva's have to Carmel. I motioned to Cee Cee that I was going to look around a bit and she
nodded. I couldn't really tell if she was nodding at me or Chester Storms but I figured Cee Cee would notice.
I began walking around. There were so many paintings and photographs, some of them seemed to be centuries old. There were many pictures of the early Carmel. I saw a
few pictures of my school, Junipero Serra Mission Academy, they were dated back to the early nineteen hundreds. After seeing those pictures, I thought of Father Dominic; the principal of
my school and also another mediator. Father D has helped me out a lot when it comes to ghosts. He also knows about my dreams, the ones that I've had every night since I came to
Carmel. Then there's another mediator, that I can't say I'm a big fan of. Paul. Paul has hit on me since the second I met him and I don't think he ever really learned the definition of the
word no. It's definitely not that Paul is unattractive, I just can't bring myself to date him, as weird at this will sound, I feel like my heart has already been given to someone else and the
sad part is, I have no idea who that person is.
Though I have to give props to Paul; he and his grandfather have taught me all that I know about shifting. We have tutoring sessions almost every day. From time travel to
shifting to the Shadowland, he has helped me out; even if he always tries to harass me while I'm at his house by trying to kiss me every ten seconds. There is also something else about
Paul; it's as if he knows something that I don't and its something I should know.
I kept walking around the historian's building, it was a lot more entertaining than I expected and I was also surprised to not see any ghosts around this place. You would think
a place with so much history with in it, would have someone attached to it. Thankfully I was wrong; I guess they like to hang out at places other than museums. I giggled at the thought
of a ghost hanging around the mall, knowing that if I was a ghost that would probably be where I would hang out.
The historians building became quiet and I looked towards Cee Cee, who was taking notes and was very involved in whatever Chester was saying. I turned around and
continued walking. A few seconds later I found myself in a new section of the building. It was full of de Silva history. I looked around and started reading, hoping I would be able to
figure out where I had heard that name. Maybe, in a history class at school, the thought repeated in my head, though I didn't think so. I would have remembered that. I kept reading
descriptions of pictures until out of the corner of my eye I saw it. Or I him I should say. I quickly turned and found myself facing him. It was the man from my dreams. I felt my heart flip
flop and found myself smiling. I don't know why I had these sudden feelings but I did. I continued looking at the painted picture; studying it, hoping to find the answers to my dreams. I
stood there for about ten minutes just looking at his face until my eyes slid down, past the portrait and I found myself staring at a name.
Hector "Jesse" De Silva.
well I hope you liked it! PLEASE, review! Hopefully ill get the next chapter up before I start school, hmm we will have to see, though a little encouragement can go a long way! - Mckie
