Mediator fan fiction
"Querida" Jesse said, before attaching the oxygen mask back to his face.
I smiled at him, lovingly. I realised I could now have everything I wanted, nothing could ever change that. Jesse was here and alive!
I leant down to kiss his forehead; a sudden wind pulled me back. It surrounded me, knocking me to the floor. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew it wasn't good.
I felt like I was in the middle of a tornado, for all I knew, I was. It was sucking me in. This wasn't normal!
"Jesse, please don't let me go, I love you!" I screamed.
I landed in a heap in a haystack. It smelt of dry soil and stale horse poo.
"Ugh," I creased my face, holding my nose to avoid the smell. "This place is disgusting!" I cringed; stepping over what I hoped was mud.
Where was here? I thought to myself. Clambering to what looked like a door, I found my way out. I was on a hill, in the middle of nowhere.
"Perfect," I whispered. I had to find my way back to Jesse, I thought to myself.
Walking down the steep hill, I thought things over in my head. This didn't make sense. I said over and over. Its ok, Father Dom will sort this out... But of course he wouldn't. Jesse was the only one who saw me disappear, and right now I didn't think he could do much.
I was still wearing my leather jacket and biker boots. I loved this outfit. I stepped onto the next street, when I had finally reached the bottom of the hill. There were no cars or bikes, but weirdly, there were horses and carriages...
"No!" I shouted, "No, no, no, no, no!" I stamped my feet. "This can't be happening," I whispered.
Not realising I had caught the attention of the entire street I started to sprint to the nearest cover. I couldn't be seen in this clothing. Was I in the same year as I had gone the previous night? While running I lost my attention on the road, I smacked into someone I definitely didn't recognise.
"Hello, miss, better watch where you're going there." He said in an accent that was very similar to Jesse's.
"Uh, um..." I stumbled on what to say. He hadn't even noticed the way I was dressed.
"Miss? Are you lost?" He asked, fiddling with his top hat and bowing to me.
My eyes widened, I could get used to this. I bought my hand to my lips to cover my smile.
"Actually, yes. Would you be so kind as to tell what is the year?" I asked trying to keep a straight face and use words that weren't shortened.
Laughing, "You sure you're ok? The year is 1850 ma'am."
Nodding my head I looked down to the floor. This was the same year I had gone back to the previous night. Why had I come back here, I wondered.
"Sir? Do you know a Hector de Silvia?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.
He nodded gravely. "Indeed I did, he disappeared not a week ago. Most are saying he has been murdered."
I opened my mouth, before closing it.
"Did he... die," I choked. Before starting again, "Did he die in a fire?"
"Indeed miss what a grave night that was." The man answered before walking away.
I stared after the man. So I had saved Jesse, but now I had come back to the place he was meant to be. However, this time; I had no way back.
The present day- Jesse's POV
"Jesse you must learn that being a mediator is important business." Father Dom droned on.
"I understand that, really I do! But I still don't understand why just sending a ghost back to where they came from is wrong." I argued.
I'm a mediator, which means I can see ghosts; it also means I have to help them. Supposedly what I have is a gift, but I didn't think it was.
"Father Dom I have been in this time for just two days, can't you just let me off the hook, until I find my feet?" I asked, still getting used to my surroundings.
Somehow I had found my way into this time. I was meant to be in the year 1850, well that was at least the last time I was alive. I have been floating my way through the centuries as a ghost, and no one had sought to help me. Not that I knew why I was in need of help- but that was beside the point.
The only thing I knew for certain is that a boy named Paul Slater had interfered with my timeline and bought my body back here with him. When Father Dom caught him all he could say for himself was "He wasn't meant to survive."
I rolled my eyes, even just thinking it over in my head. We knew he had acted alone; he was the only other mediator in this town- other than Father Dom, and now me.
A lot of the past year or so was a blur to me; Father Dom just said this is because my brain couldn't hold all the impact and had to get rid of something. I also couldn't remember the night I died; my theory is that I didn't actually die.
"So Jesse," Father Dom had changed the subject, "I have found you a place to stay." I nodded, knowing that there was no way I could repay him for this- since I had no money. "Oh and I also got you a job," He stated as if he could read my mind.
"What about medical school?" I asked, this was the only reason I was thrilled to be in this century, I could finally become a doctor.
"All in good time, this will help you get settled and be able to save up." He said with a very instructive tone.
I nodded. "Good, now you must come and see your house."
1854- Suze's POV
I was running. Running faster than I ever had before, and let me tell you with wasn't easy in a dress with six petticoats and a corset.
I had been here for 4 years now. After finding my feet and getting used to my surroundings I decided that I should find my way back. Until it occurred to me I had never been born. For some reason unexplainable I had been sent back here and sentenced to live my life. I found a small cottage and became a maid for a family that could supply me with food and water.
After changing my last name to de Silvia in Jesse's memory I decided that I wasn't going to give up, but I wasn't going to waste my life either. So I searched for a way to get back. I asked every ghost that I could find (there were a lot less here than back home). But I came up with no answer. I realised that if I died here then I would never have been born at home and my whole life would be rewritten.
This was why I was running. I was searching through some artefacts of Jesse's that had been placed in a local museum after all they should take me to the place where he is. I found the portrait that I found 150 years in the future. A young man noticed me sliding it under my petticoat and slapped me hard around the face.
After taking it back a man with a large belly grabbed his gun and pointed it at me. And that's where I am now, running for my life.
I tripped suddenly, banging my head on hard concrete. I cried in pain.
Suddenly rough arms were underneath me, hoisting me up off the ground. I didn't want to open my eyes, as I could hear the angry mob around me.
"Kill her!" Someone yelled.
"Shoot her in the head." Another shouted.
I did my best not to cringe back at these harsh comments.
The person holding me dropped me instantly. I landed on a softer ground. Everything then faded into darkness.
The present day- Jesse's POV
It was small, an apartment with just four rooms. But I knew it would do. It smelled clean, and rather new. Father Dom was looking around shifting from one foot to the other.
"Are you ok Father?" I asked him.
"Yes... Yes of course, do you like it?" He answered smiling a little.
"It will do," I said grinning and making my way to the bedroom.
There in the middle stood a grand four poster bed. Its sheets were clear white and looked as though they had never been touched by anyone.
This, however, I knew was not true. Because in the middle, resting against the headboard was a girl of about twenty.
She smiled at me, her features being emphasized, she was beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off her- mostly because she was a ghost.
Floating her way over to me she stood in front of me grinning widely.
"Hello Jesse." She said with her words slurred, like she was purring.
"Um, how do you know me?" I asked looking at her dress. It had come from around the time I had lived; perhaps she had been a friend?
"My name is Suze de Silvia and I have been waiting a very long time for you."
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