Jesse's POV
"Suze... de Silvia?" I hesitated over her last name.
She nodded her head eagerly.
"Father Dom," I said calmly without looking away from Suze, he didn't come, "Father Dom!" I shouted. I heard his muffled footsteps over the soft carpet.
"What...Oh," He stopped; realising there was a ghost in my room.
For some reason Suze seemed even happier that Father Dom had stepped into the room.
"Father D!" She cried floating over to slap on the back. "Wow it's been a long time, perhaps one hundred and fifty four years," She said casually, as if it was no time at all.
His eyes popped out of the sockets. "I don't know who you are but..."
"I must have got the wrong person blah, blah, blah," She interjected. "How many Father Dom's do you think there are in the world?" She added in a sarcastic voice.
I waved my hand in between them to stop them from arguing, Suze looked down like she was sulking, but she obviously waved it away because she went back to lying on my bed.
"She says her last name is de Silvia, Father." I whispered in his ears.
"Well Jesse perhaps she is a relative of yours?"
"I think I would have remembered her," I said throwing my head in her direction.
She sat her head up; "You do know I can hear you right?" She asked rolling her eyes lying back down again.
"If you seem to know us, then how come we don't remember you?" I said harshly.
She rolled her eyes, "I'm a ghost I know many people."
Suze's POV
I had to admit I was rather enjoying myself this was almost worth waiting one hundred and forty six years. There was no way I was going to tell them that my last name actually wasn't de Silvia.
I sat up straight (even ghosts couldn't slouch with a corset on).
"Who are you?" Father Dom asked.
I laughed at his attempt to sound calm. "I already told him," I said motioning to Jesse, "I'm Suze de Silvia."
They were becoming annoyed. "Well we're obviously not getting any information out of this one." Jesse sighed, crossing his arms.
"Are you my sister?" He asked with hesitation.
I scoffed, "I'm certain you wouldn't kiss your sister, not in the way you kissed me anyway." I dropped a hint.
His eyes widened. "My cousin then? I was engaged to one of them," I smiled at him remembering Maria de Silvia and how she got her true love to murder Jesse.
"Do I look like Maria de Silvia?" I asked in disgust. Despite me having live in the nineteenth century marrying cousins still did kind of creep me out.
He opened his mouth, shaking his head.
He looked sad and I felt almost guilty. I didn't know how they would take it when I told them my real name was Suze Simon.
I went over to where he stood, and pulled him over to sit next to me on the bed.
I touched his face, even though my hands were solid to his skin I couldn't feel any of the heat that was surly radiating of him.
"I just got you back," I whispered out of guilt.
He looked bewildered, "I have never seen you before Suze de Silvia."
I smiled weakly, examining every aspect of his face, he looked so much better alive than dead. "Never is just ever with a N in front of it." I whispered using a corny line my teachers used to say to me.
I cleared my throat and moved away from him.
"Jesse the reason you don't know who I am is because I'm not from the year 1850 like you were. I'm from now, this time zone. I should have been celebrating my seventeenth birthday this year." I said sadly.
"But your older than that, you must be at least twenty." Jesse stated.
"I know, and that's because I am twenty. I lived those last four years from 1850 to 1854." I told him and Father Dom.
"But what you are say Suze is that you time travelled, surely that is not possible." He said clueless.
Rolling my eyes at his stupid statement I pointed to Jesse, "Then how is he here?" I asked, not expecting an answer.
Jesse was happy to oblige me with an answer, "A stupid kid named Paul went back into my past..." He trailed off realising what he had just said.
I laughed. "Now that is out the way I better explain something to you." I looked at Father Dom who was staring blankly out the window.
"Ok Father D, I know you do not believe a word I say but then how do I know that you once fell in love with a ghost?" He looked at me and I could have sworn he would have killed me if I weren't already dead.
"How do you know that Miss de Silvia?" He shouted very loudly.
I shrugged, "You told me."
"I'm sure I would have remembered that," He said mostly to himself.
"And Jesse how do I know that your real name is Hector de Silvia and that your only wish is to become a doctor?" He looked away not wanting to stare into my eyes.
"You see, I am telling the truth here."
"Aren't you two wondering why the past year of your life is slightly blurred?" I asked them calmly.
"I have," Jesse admitted. "But Father Dom has never said anything about it."
Father Dom looked down rather sheepishly. "No, no it's just my old mind going!" He said crossly, storming out of the apartment. I watched him cross the street a few minutes later.
"Just me and you then." I said happily to Jesse, I knew I would have to help Father Dom some time but he could wait.
Jesse's POV
After Father Dom had left I stared at the girl numbly. Her explanations didn't make any sense but for some reason they did add up.
"Suze are you telling me that every part of my life with you has been taken out because you weren't actually there anymore?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'm sorry Jesse!" She cried suddenly. "I tried everything I could to get back, but I guess it just wasn't meant to be, then I saw how you were still bought forward to this time I was very happy since we could still be together..." She stopped.
"Oops" She said.
"Together?" I fumed. "Are you telling me that I have forgotten about my own...?" I trailed off, she had my surname...
I gasped. "Are you telling me I have forgotten about my own wife?" I said slowly.
She smiled. "I always wanted to hear you say that, but no," She mumbled the end.
"I always wanted to marry you, we loved each other very much, but you were always a ghost and I way alive so it wouldn't have worked." She ended and looked like she should have been in tears.
"So how do you have my surname?" I soothed.
She wept on the floor, "I don't," She cried. "Well technically I do because I died under that name, but I changed it when I arrived back to 1850 in your memory." I was shocked. This poor girl must have actually known me.
"What is your real name?" I asked her.
"Suze Simon." I heard her whisper. It had a ring to it, and I had certainly heard it before.
"Ok then Suze Simon, I think I believe you." I then did the one thing I never thought I'd do.
I kissed a ghost.
I know it is quite short and I will try and make the others longer but I thought that Suze should be allowed to explain a lot of it to Jesse and Father Dom.
I updated this really quickly because I had to write this bit of the story while it was still in my head. I should be able update at least once a week or maybe more.
Hope you liked it
