A.N. Sorry Paul fans. If you haven't figured it out, I am STRONGLY s/j. Please R&R!
I sat there in Jesse's lap, shocked.
What the hell was Paul doing in my room, DEAD of all things. I expressed my surprise quite frankly.
"Paul, why the hell are you here?"
"And dead?" Jesse added.
Paul scoffed at Jesse's question.
"Funny you should ask, amigo." His words were slathered with sarcasm. "Considering you just-"
A second ghostly arrival interrupted him. I was in for even more of a shock. Perfectly manicured and made up, Kelly Prescott materialized next to Slater.
"Pauly," she said. I couldn't help but snicker. "Why are we here? Seriously, it's so, like, Suze. Gross."
Yeah, the lace canopy was SO me.
"Don't ask questions," Paul snapped, "You shouldn't have come."
Kelly, dead I might add, made a pathetic little frown and latched herself onto Paul's glowing arm.
"So, Zorro," he said to Jesse, "you think you can kill me? You think you can get rid of me that easily?"
Jesse lifted me off of his lap (suckage) and slowly stood up.
"What," his voice was fierce, "are you talking about?"
"Really?" Paul replied. "Am I that much of a threat? Is Suze here giving you some doubts, cowboy?"
Now, normally I would have thrown in a nice little threat in here, with Paul suggesting that I might not love Jesse and all. But Jesse's reaction to Paul calling him the "C" word kindly prevented me from doing so.
Jesse's face became an intense red (whoa, he's sexy when he's filled with rage) and his hands mercilessly curled into fists.
"I am NOT," he said, "a cowboy, and I did NOT kill you."
Paul didn't seem to care too much for his opinion.
"I will put you right back where you belong for this. In the grave."
Surprisingly, I beat Jesse to the punch, sending Paul and Kelly flying into my dresser, and smashing the mirror on the wall above it. My mother will be terribly pleased.
Not.
Kelly, obviously not experienced in live-on-dead combat, let out a high0pitched shrill and something about a broken nail and quickly dematerialized. Paul, on the other hand, stood up surprisingly quickly and rushed to return my favor.
Too bad Jesse's extremely attractive fist sent Paul flying back into the shards of broken glass.
"I'm not through with either of you yet! You'll see!" Paul cried, just before he disappeared.
Chicken.
"Susannah," Jesse whispered softly as he turned to face me, "I did not kill them. I wouldn't do that, no matter Paul's previous actions."
As if I wouldn't believe him?
I looked into his deep brown eyes and nodded.
"I know," I replied just as softly, laying my head on his strong chest. "But why would they think you killed them? I thought we had called a truce."
"With some people, querida, things can't ever be forgotten."
A pleasing chill went down my spine when he called me that, despite the recent conflict that had surfaced. Oh, how I longed for just five ghost-free minutes with Jesse.
But my stupid mediator instincts just HAD to kick in.
"We need to find out what really happened before Paul does something that could land you in serious trouble, Jesse, as well as get them both into hell, or their next life, though I'm thinking it's more likely the former. Either way, we need to go find their bodies."
This time, Jesse nodded.
"Let's go," he stated, a cold look on his face (though still somehow an incredibly hot look. God, I am pathetic). Then, I remembered my throbbing feet.
"Just let me change my shoes."
