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Having already been signaled to stay where I was, I followed my orders. Don't move, don't speak, just stay. I watched as a dark figure emerged from the opening in the loft, completely blocking the dim light from below. What would Felix Diego do if he realized that it wasn't just Jesse up here? What am I thinking, he'd kill us. Of course. But really, I mean, have I ever backed down from something like this before? Have I ever choked up? No. So why was I now? Because I had been signaled by the man whom I love, and he, at this period in time, did not even know it.

My eyes slid from Diego's silhouette which was moving towards Jesse's "sleeping" form. My heart skipped a beat as I reminded myself that Jesse had to live, this time. Allowing him to die was too selfish, and I am not selfish. Right?

"No. I will take him." Jesse's words echoed through my mind. I had so many doubts, so many worries all from a few words. What if the man whom I love was killed? I would have him in the future, but he was supposed to live this time and I don't think I could bear to see him killed in front of me. And if he killed Diego…

My thought process came to a complete stop as I watched Diego wrap the ends of his belt around his fists. 'This is it,' I thought, 'I am going to watch Jesse die.'

"Así que es verdad," came the calm and cool remark, causing Diego to stumble in surprise.

"What did he say?" I practically hissed it at Paul, hating myself for taking French instead of Spanish.

"'So it IS true.' Now shut up so I can hear."

"Así que usted sabe. Sí, es verdad. Estoy de aquí matarle."

This time I didn't have to ask Paul. "He said, 'So you know. Yes, it's true. I'm here to kill you.'"

Jesse was speaking again, but I couldn't make out anything. My ears had started ringing and then a name I knew came through.

"He said 'Maria sent you?'"

Diego laughed and then lunged at Jesse, who in return lunged to meet Diego rather than roll away, like any sane person would have done. I watched the men battle back and forth and come alarmingly close to the edge of the hayloft where it fell away to the ground below.

"It's a fair fight," Paul whispered. At this point the closeness of his body and the heat of his breath as he whispered in my ear made me cringe. I didn't see the fairness in it. Not just in the fight, but the situation in its entirety. As these thoughts clouded my mind it struck me that Diego had withdrawn a knife from his coat. Ohmygod, a knife and this was fair?

"Jesse!" I shrieked, fear for his life overtaking my voice. "Knife!"

Diego spun towards the direction of my voice and lashed out at Jesse at the same time. Jesse jerked in shock and clutched at his arm then seemed to brush it off and knelt down and removed his own knife from his boot. The very knife that had cut me free from the ropes Paul had used to tie me with.

"That's it. Somebody is going to get-" Jesse jerking wasn't because Diego now knew where I was. When he had grabbed at his arm it hadn't made sense, and then it hit me.

"That's what we want," Paul said evenly, his grip on me that I hadn't noticed before suddenly tightened, drawing my attention to it. I was confused. Jesse had just been stabbed, and Paul was saying this? Suddenly I couldn't tell which side he was on and began snapping at him about wanting Jesse to die and why was he not helping them?

Jesse replied sharply to what I had been saying but I wasn't paying attention. I momentarily… well, I'm not sure how to explain it but it's like I was frozen, and then Diego had his knife to my throat.

"Drop the knife," Diego said to Jesse while applying pressure to my throat, "or the girl dies."

His last words echoed in my head. Or the girl dies. I didn't want to die, it wasn't my time.

"Suze! Shift!" I had refrozen, unsure of what to do despite Paul's words and then I was shoved away from Diego and falling. It crossed my mind that I was going to fall from the loft but instead I crashed onto something made of glass and metal. Before I understood what had happened flames were dancing around me and I was trapped, remnants of the lantern scattered about my feet. I wanted to rush out and help Jesse fight but couldn't manage to will myself to rush through the fire, so instead I stared through the heated walls of my prison.

Watching Jesse now was almost frightening. He lunged and stabbed and it was as if he had been possessed by something other than rage. Diego looked surprised, apparently having never seen Jesse like this before. He had his knife poised, pointed at Diego's rib cage. The tick to this was getting it in between the ribs, which happened to be an extremely difficult task. If Jesse succeeded it would be fatal, and if not… Let's just say we want him to get between them.

I closed my eyes tightly, no longer able to watch. "Jesse," I whispered, "I'll miss you." And then I was gone.


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A/N: Hi guys, so I know everyone writes this but please, please review. You can tear it apart and shower the pieces down upon me. I'm just trying to figure out of I should continue writing this or just stop now. I have another chapter already finished but I think my putting it up will depend on the type of responses that I get. Please and thank you. :)