A/N: Sorry peeps, just an argument. Contains a little bit of background, but mostly skippable, that is, if I had given you a chapter to skip to. Mwa ha ha aha ha!

Disclaimer: Did anyone notice that is was missing last time? I think everyone who has read this story knows by now.

Acknowledgement:

Peachesbaby- I'm glad you liked it, but this chapter won't be nearly as funny. This is where it goes all deep. Beware chapter may drag on.


Chapter 8 – Decided to come back, have we?

"Decided to come back, have we?" Jesse asked, not sounding pleased at all.

Not at all. You see, he had this whole, innocent 'even though you just did something dangerous, I'm not mad at you' tone of voice. By now I could see through this completely. I could tell he was really mad due to the fact that his scar was glowing (yes, even though he's not a ghost, it still seems to do that) and he was being sarcastic. Jesse despises sarcasm.

"Errr… I just want on an innocent little trip. You know, to mediate."

"Susannah. Did you take Cupid with you?" As if I'd have the time to write a note if I was exorcising a ghost!

"No, I just needed to see G.K." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but I could tell which part of the argument was coming next.

"Susannah! You put our child's life at risk so that you could 'visit' the Gatekeeper?" He yelled.

I squeaked. Even though nothing was shaking, Jesse was still a little intimidating when he was angry.

"Have you any idea how dangerous it is just for you? Never mind the baby you're carrying!" He shouted.

I squeaked again.

"Susannah! You've got to be more responsible!"

I began to cry. I rarely cry, but I was pregnant and Jesse was mad at me! Plus, it wasn't as if I went up there for fun! I was mediating! Helping people! Doing something innocent! It's not my fault I was a little irresponsible! I'm 20 for crying out loud! I tried to control the crying, keep it nice and…well, as attractive as crying could get, but I couldn't help it. The next thing I know, I was wailing and snot was streaming down my face.

Jesse wiped it off with a tissue (gross) and sat down next to me. He cuddled me close then began to rub my shoulders.

"lo siento, Querida," he whispered into my hair, "I just get so worried when you go up there. Especially now that you're carrying a baby. I just wish you'd stop."

"Jesse, I know. I understand how you feel when you come in to find me gone, unconscious even. But I'm a mediator, it's what we do."

"Shifter. It's what they do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You go to the Shadowland, with God knows who up there-" Paul, "-and I am left here, worrying, without being able to find you myself. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"No. I don't. But, you know what? We went over this two years ago. Do you remember that? You said you were okay with it. Being pregnant, with a shifter no less, shouldn't change that." I decided not to mention what G.K. said earlier.

"Susannah. I just want to look out for you. To take care of you." The words I'd wanted him to say. Just not the right moment, or even the right tone of voice.

"I told you that I can look out for myself-"

"Yes, but what about the baby?"

Is he accusing me of not being able to look after my own child? I know I'm young, and sometimes *cough* most of the time *cough* irresponsible, but this is my little son or daughter. I know how serious this is. As much as I hate being 'grounded', I know that it's for the best.

Besides, why would Jesse bring up shifting at a time like this? I remember, two years ago, I went to the Shadowland with Paul and a ghost named Henry (more on that later). When Jesse found our unconscious bodies on the floor together, he tried to come to find me, but he couldn't. That was when I truly understood what Paul meant when he said that we were different. For a while afterwards, it left Jesse feeling inferior, thus hurting his male ego (serious eye-rolling). It also made him insecure. Why was I always there? Why was Paul always involved? It got to the stage where he accused us of having an affair. In response Paul said, "We're Shifters. It's what we do".

I took him up to the Shadowland once, but G.K. said he'd have to kick him out. As he was technically alive on earth, he was no longer allowed to be there. I even pointed out that he was a mediator, but G.K. said his presence felt different to that of mine and Paul's. Thankfully, he let me Shift Jesse back rather than 'kicking' him out. This only made this worse for Jesse, and it took me ages to persuade him that it was alright. Little did I know, he was still resentful.

Look at that. I've completely gone off on a tangent-

"Susannah?" Jesse called, "Are you alright?" I was also staring into space.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go to the hospital."


A/N: This is my third chapter today. It is slightly shorter than normal, but I wanted to see a little more action. Are you getting bored of all this talking? I wish I could just make all the interesting stuff happen, but that would be a summary paragraph. Now look what I've done. I've put off the interesting stuff again. I've got to write about the hospital appointment and the dinner. You can skip them if you want, but that is where I've packed all the humour. Hee hee.