Hello all you lovely readers! i haven't updated in a little bit, sorry I left ya hanging! So this chapter was interesting to write and come up with, I'm sorry if the story sounds a bit rushed but I'm just so excited to bring out "you know who" so please read and pleaseeee!!! Review!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the mediator plot or characters. I do own, Sam, Charlotte (Jane) and again poor old Chester Storms.

The historian's office was just opening as I got there. I didn't even give them a chance to fully open because as soon as I got there, I was already banging on the door. Chester hurried to

the door with a pleasant but surprised look on his face; he turned the lock and opened the door. "Hello Suze, back for another visit?" I nodded and a quickly ran to the section that I could

see so clearly in my head. Truthfully, I wasn't sure what I was looking for; I looked around and saw the picture of Jesse. It caught my eye. I walked over to it and ran my hand down the

portrait. Everything about that face left me breathless, he was perfect. Too bad I didn't know him. Well personally that is. I kept staring at the picture until out of the corner of my eye I

saw something. Felix Diego's portrait. I quickly found myself glaring. Though I was pretty surprised at how accurate the painting was, they captured his double chin perfectly. I quietly

giggled at the thought of it. Then other thoughts popped into my head. The shadowland was one of them. I sat thinking about everything for a few minutes. The answer shot through me

and I knew what I had to do. I felt stupid. Why hadn't I thought of it before? I had to talk to father D. I shot out of the historian's office but before I left, I thanked Chester. Poor old man,

he was probably so confused. I hadn't really talked to him. I just kind of ran in and out of his office on many occasions. I ignored that thought and got into my car and to the Mission,

where I knew I'd find Father D.

and of course, father D was right where I expected to find him; in the church straightening up. He saw me and threw me a smile. "Hello there Susannah, I saw you at mass this morning. I
was very sad when you didn't stay." Damn it! He caught me! I need to learn to be sneakier. "Well uh, you know, I had a revelation during mass…" father D's eye brow shot up and he

gave me a surprised but confused look. I seriously need to find a better way to put my words. "I mean, about the whole Jesse situation." His look faded. Poor guy, he probably thought I

was about to say that I decided to join the convent. "Really, Susannah? What is it?" I smiled at the thought of it and spit it out. "Well since I'm going to shift back in time and save Jesse. I

can finally meet him if I do this! Paul has given me tons of tips on shifting." I added that last line after I saw the frown and arched eye brows on his face. I realized that I was talking very

fast. "Susannah, time traveling is very dangerous, one little mistake and you could change things very fast. You can't do this Susannah, you could get hurt." That made me mad. I had this

planned out…well not really but still I knew what I was doing and I knew for sure that I had to do this. I knew what I was about to do and I felt horrible. Though I knew even better that I

was doing the right thing in the end; At this point, anything that led me to Jesse was the right thing. "Okay Father D, I won't do anything." I added the sigh at the end for special effects

but I still felt horrible. I just lied to a priest. First I punch a nun then I lie to a priest, what's next? I walked very slowly until I got outside and that's when I started running to my car and headed home; where I would plan my next move.
The house was empty, I had forgotten that mom, Andy and the boys had gone out for the day. I have no idea how Andy convinced the boys to go out with them but whatever they had

said or done worked well. I went up stairs to my room, changed my clothes, and lied down on my bed. I wasn't sure what had to happen next, there were so many things going through

my head. I tried to remember the tips that Paul had taught me. I closed my eyes and pictured the place that I had seen in my dream so many times. I kept my eyes closed for a few

seconds and I shivered. I was suddenly cold and the smell of the bay drifted up to my nose. Slowly, I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around. I was in my backyard or what would be

my backyard. Everything was so different looking. My house needed a paint job but besides that it was beautiful. The original shutters and windows gave the house a great detail. I

pulled myself up and dragged my attention to my clothes. Honestly, I was afraid to see what I was wearing. This was a new time period, for all I know, if I was in the clothes I was in

before I shifted, I could be burned at the stake. Sure enough I was in my dark blue skinny jeans, my turquoise cami and ballet flats. I tried to ignore what I was wearing, hoping nobody

would notice (who was I kidding?) and continued around to the front of the house. Right as I was about to walk in, I remembered what my house was. A boarding house and not a nice

one at that; there had been much gambling, murders and fights in here. I took a deep breath and continued in anyway. I was surprised. It was pretty empty and it looked so different.

The fireplace wasn't there, the entrance seemed so much bigger, and everything seemed so much brighter. I really was in a new time. If that wasn't enough proof to me than the girl

walking out in nineteenth century clothes was. She was pretty. She had red hair that was cut into a pixie cut (another thing I thought would cause you to be burned at the stake, in all

the pictures I've seen, the women have had long hair), blue eyes and pale skin. She wore a long and detailed dress that flowed out. What she said surprised me, I was expecting, "What

the hell are you wearing, I'm calling the police (not that she would actually "call" or say "hell" for that matter)!" instead she pointed to my feet and said "pretty shoes!" My mouth dropped

but I brought it up quickly and she continued, "You must not be from around here, my name is Jane but most people call me Charlotte." She smiled and held out her hand. I knew we

would get along real well especially since these are my favorite shoes. Another thing popped into my head; what if she thinks I'm some kind of hooker, I bet this is the kind of thing a

nineteenth century tramp wore. I got nervous but I shoved it to the back of my head and shook Charlotte's hand. "Are you looking for a room here or are you wishing to talk to anyone

here, you could be looking for my brother?" I thought for a second; I was probably going to be here for a few days and a place to stay would be helpful, especially here since Jesse will be

coming here sooner or later. I quickly dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out something I wasn't expecting. A one hundred dollar bill was in my hand. This was the Christmas money

that my grandmother had sent me from New York. I had lost it a few months ago then totally forgotten about it. I looked up at charlotte who was staring at the money with wide eyes.

That's when it hit me. One hundred dollars was a lot of money during this time by the look on her face, money hadn't changed all that much, look wise. I told her that I would take a room

for a few days. She smiled widely, "oh I'm so excited! It's very rare that we have a woman staying here, you and I will have to spend some time together." She started skipping up the

stairs. Charlotte couldn't have been more than sixteen, my age. I followed her to the room she showed me, which just happened to be Sleepy's future room. "Well this is it-"she cut off. I

forgot that I had never introduced myself. "Susannah but I prefer Suze" I finished her statement. "Suze." She repeated. She was about to walk out but right when she reached the door,

she turned around. "Oh Suze! We have to find you some new clothes before anyone else see's you. We don't want them to think you're a "woman of the night" or anything of the sort."

This girl was definitely my new best friend. I thanked her and she walked away. I smiled and looked around the room. It was small and plain. There was a small armoire against the back

wall, a bed and a small table against another. I sat on the bed trying to think of what to do next. My best bet is to just wait for Jesse or keep an eye out for Diego or both for that matter.

Though what about home or the future that is. Mom and Andy will be worried. When father D finds out about this he's gunna freak, Paul probably will too. I pushed those thoughts into

the back of my head as Charlotte came in with four beautiful dresses in her hands. They were all colorful and very detailed. "I got you these, I hope you like them." She smiled. "Charlotte,

they are gorgeous! Thank you so much!" I gave her a hug. She had been so nice. "Oh its fine, I thought I should let you know, dinner will be ready soon. Come down after you've washed
up a bit." She turned and left. I threw on one of the beautiful gowns she had given me. I couldn't believe that she gave these to me. They were all very detailed Victorian ball gowns. I

was surprised that people dressed this formally, all the time. I walked over to the small table with the hand held mirror and picked it up. My make up still looked pretty good, but my hair

needed some work. I had to look perfect in case Jesse came. Luckily I hadn't straightened my hair that day. I put my hair in a bun with curls hanging from the sides and I left my bangs

hanging down. I could get used to this. After one more glance in the mirror, I was about to head downstairs when something caught my eye. I quickly turned around and saw someone I

was definitely not expecting. "Susie? What are you doing here?" I was shocked, how did she shift to this time period? "Well I needed to talk to you Suzie!" I didn't have time for this; I

ignored her and walked through the door. I was expecting her to follow me but I was very grateful when she didn't.

Downstairs was slowly starting to fill up and people sat and stood wherever they could fit. I paid attention to the women's outfits; they were all dressed so formally. It must just be the

town. I found an open seat and slowly sat, trying to not mess up the dress. After a few minutes, I saw charlotte and what looked to be her brother emerging from the growing crowd. She

came towards me and I stood up. "Hello Suze!" she said happily. "Hey Charlotte! What's up?" she looked confused than glanced up at the ceiling, so did the guy next to her. Then I

caught what I said. I need to learn how to talk like a nineteenth century lady (ha ha, that'll go well). "I mean…how are you doing?" Their confused expressions went away and Charlotte

began to talk. "This is my brother, Sam. Sam this is Suze. She is staying here for a couple of days." I smiled and shook Sam's hand. He seemed nice, probably only a few years older than

Charlotte. I felt rude leaving them but I wanted to look around. I gave a quick wave and started slowly walking around. It was pretty crowded I squeezed through the people towards

the window where the backdoor would be. The sunset was beautiful over the bay. I decided to go outside and watch it. I sat on the edge of the bay and put my feet in. The water was

cool and felt good. I looked all around taking in every bit of the view that I could and that's when I saw it. Not so much as an "it" but a "him". Jesse. He was on a horse by another part of

the bay. I couldn't see him as well as I wished I could but I still knew it was him. He started riding towards the house, in my direction. A few minutes later, he was right next to me with a

very confused look on his face. I couldn't read his eyes well so I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He got off his horse and walked towards me. I froze. He was just as I remembered.

Perfect. He looked me in the eyes before speaking. That's when he said it. "Susannah?" that's also when I blacked out.

Sorry I haven't updated in a whileish: P though I hope you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!! I need some encouragement! next time I will try to get some pictures up of the dresses that they are wearing, I have the pics but I'm too lazy to put them up. With love to my readers, Mckie