I'm not sure if I really need to put a disclaimer on here seeing as it is a fanfiction site but just to be safe I'll do it anyway.

Disclaimer: The mediator story does not belong to me

Note: I'm sorry for the bad Spanish. I'm not the greatest.

"Susannah, just say it." He smiled softly. It was supposed to be encouraging but it made me stammer even more than I was before.

"She's--uh…" That'd when an idea hit me. I should write it down. So I ran into the kitchen and to the fridge. We always kept an eraser board on the fridge to remember things like appointments or write down calls or I had to leave to go somewhere on short notice. It was pretty handy

I shakily uncapped the eraser pen and jotted it down on the board. Then I hesitantly moved out of the way so that he could see it. I was pretty nervous. I mean who wouldn't be? I was telling Jesse after 16 years that he had a daughter. I was kind of afraid of what his reaction would be.

After he read it I could tell—by his hand quickly sifting through his hair—that he was pretty angry. I slid over and wiped my hand over it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He demanded to know, keeping his voice calm and level.

I opened my mouth to answer his question. But I stopped.

Jessie's (Girls) POV

"I--I--" My mom stuttered. It's easy to tell, she's not very good under pressure.

"Yeah Mom why didn't you tell him?" I snapped. She looked completely miserable but I didn't care. My mom never told me that my father was alive...well sort of. Then I figured out that since he was a ghost that made him dead. But that still didn't change the fact that she never told me who my father was. Here I was imagining some romance novel idea and in actuality...well I still didn't know.

"Okay...let me say this."--she paused.--"I'm really sorry I never told either of you. I should have but I just didn't know how." I rolled my eyes. Her excuse for everything. Forgot to pick up the groceries--I didn't know. Forgot that I'm a vegetarian--I didn't know. You'd think she'd come up with something different every once and a while. But no.

"I think you need to explain. Because I'm kind of wondering how he...died." I hesitated. Sometimes ghosts got a little moody at the mention of their being dead. But apparently he didn't care.

"I'm not dead. Yet." He informed me.

"Oh. How is that possible?" I asked. I'd never met a person who was a ghost that wasn't dead. Sure some people were like 'no I'm not dead!! I can't be!! I'm too young.' but that was out of denial. And can you blame them?

"I'm in a coma." He stated.

"I didn't know that ghosts could be coma people too!" I exclaimed. This was news to me. Here I had been happily stereotyping ghosts as dead and it turns out that people who are in a coma-state can be ghosts too. That definitely made things more complicated.

"Not many. Some of the people who never wake up have already left their bodies to ascend to heaven." he paused. "Or hell." He added.

"That is if--" My mom started but the ghost man--AKA my dad--stopped her. "It exists..." She muttered under her breath. They obviously had different views in that area. My mom wasn't atheist or anything she just didn't know what she believed in. After all GOD did seem like a bit of a long stretch. Not that I didn't believe in him either. No sir-E. I was a firm believer. Of course I'm not the most dedicated person but still that doesn't change anything.

"Ah hermano. " He muttered. I jumped up at hearing Spanish. My almost native tongue.

"¿Usted habla español!?" I exclaimed. Finally someone who understood. He smiled and nodded. Then we proceeded to have a conversation in Spanish. My mother was beginning to look pissed because she didn't understand. She opened her mouth to yell at us when two things happened.

1.) My phone started ringing (my handy-dandy cell phone)

and

2.) Lola woke up.

The first thing I did was answer my phone (Wondering who would be calling this early. "Hola!" I greeted my regular greeting. Which was followed by a squeal of excitement.