I know you're all probly(sp?) wondering about the lightning thing. It has a message behind it that you'll find out in this chapter or chapters to come. So here's chapter ten.

Home

Mom made me stay in bed for a gash in my forehead. That's it. Honestly, you know I thought she would understand being a mediator and all, but I guess not. I'm fully capable of walking around with only a bandage on my head. She wasn't home at the minute so I was up and roaming the house when the phone rang.

"Yeah?" I answered the phone not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hey, Haven. It's me." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, Greg?"

"Well, you know the lightning thing? It wasn't just some weird trick of light, it was somthing related to shifters." I sat up and reached for my shoes.

"Ok, I'm listening." I had inherited it from my mom and Greg had from his dad. The shifting thing, I mean. Not all mediators are shifters. Only a random few.

"Well, I was reading Dr.Slaski's,"

"Your great-grandfather." I cut him off.

"Yeah. Well, I was reading his theory that either no one bothered to reador didn't notice while reading the thesis. It's not the best to explain but every once in awhile a shifter can get a so-called 'vision', like psychics get, telling the future that was triggered by-"

"Light." I finished his setence. "Yeah, I know, but I never thought of that. But what does it mean, exactly? That our parents are going to turn sixteen again? Yeah, Greg, I doubt that'll happen." I reached for my leather jacket. "Look, meet me somewhere. At your house. You got the papers."

"Are you serious?" I rolled my eyes at him, even though he was only on the phone. "I mean, sure. Come over." He'd do anything to have me over at his house again. Last time didn't work too well. I mean, I have no boyfriend or interest in anyone so he thought it would be easy to take advantage of me. Well, was he ever right. He did, for only five minutes then I slapped him. I always wanted to that. Slap someone, I mean. Especially him.

"I'll be over soon." I hung up the phone and took out a pen and wrote on the white pad of paper next to the phone this note to mom. She'll probly go loco when she realizes I'm gone.

I'm gone out, it's okay. I'll be fine. It's just Greg's house.

-Haven

I walked out my front door and onto the padio on the back of the house. Before I could even look up I heard the horn of a car. Not just any car, the horn of a black BMW convertable. Which was owned by, none other than, Greg Slater.

I walked down the driveway toward his car and opened the door.

"For some reason," I said sitting down and puttin on my seatbelt, "I knew you were going to pick me up."

"Well, you know, it's not everyday a pretty girl like you decides to come over-" Then I cut him dead off.

"This isn't a date, you know? This is about that freak lightning." I sat back in the passanger side seat and put the mirror down to block my eyes from the sun. "Drive, before my mom gets home and realize's I'm gone."

"Ok then." He threw the car into reverse and we drove down my driveway and out the road. "What are we going to do about Hannah?" He asked stopping at a stop light.

"I don't know I-" Then my voice was cut of by the screaming sounds of a police car. "Follow it." I instructed him.

"But, Haven."

"Follow it, okay? Ihave a bad feeling about this."

We followed the police car or, as my mom would say, the 'fuzz', all the way to where it was going. The Mission. Well, outside of it, anyway. It was a car accident and half of the car was smashed into pieces and crumpeled up like tin foil and it was right into the side of a telephone pole.

"Oh shit!" I said as Greg pulled the car over. "I don't need to deal with anymore ghosts today."

"Haven, but..." Then his voice trailed off.

"But what?"

"Isn't that-" he stuttered. "Isn't that your mom's car?" I looked at the liscence plate. It was my car.

"Oh my gosh." I got out of the car as quick as hell but Greg was just as quick and caught me at the curb but I broke free from him.

"Miss." One of the police officers said. "Miss! You shouldn't be here! Nothing for you to see here."

"That's my mom." I said as the officer stopped me. "That's my mom inside that car!" Then an ambulance came and I was made to get out of the way.

Greg came up and put an arm around me. Not in a 'I'm-very-easy-to-take-advantage-of' way. In a sympathetic way. Then, I burst into tears. I hate crying and I just couldn't keep it in.

"Oh, come 'ere." Greg said and wrapped both his arms around me letting me cry into his shirt. "She's going to be fine." He whispered. (A/N:No, this is not a romance story between them. In my FanFics Slater's and Simon's don't mix.)

I looked but didn't see her ghost anywhere. She must've survived, but Hannah. Oh Hannah was going to have some time with me when I'm through with her. She just won't be dead. She'll know the meaning of it. That whore.

When they put mom into the ambulance she was still, thankfully, alive. I got back into Greg's car and we drove to the hospital. My emotions were replaced from sadness to rage.

Hospital...again

We got to the hospital and went in through the doors into the lobby. I'm a very impatient person so I was pacing and biting my nails, tapping my foot, crying some more.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I shrieked. I was really jumpy after what had happened. I immediatly put my hand over my heart and let out a sigh of relief when I found out who it was.

"Oh, hey Jesse." I said sitting down in a chair in the most secluded part of the hospital's lobby. I was probly only there waiting no more than ten minutes when he found me.

"Haven," he said looking down at me. "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you just see who came in?" I asked him and he shook his head no.

"No, it's not my case." He told me. "Why? Who was it? Do you know them?"

"Yeah."

"Where's your mother? Didn't she come with you?" Then I pointed at Greg.

"No, just me and Greg. And she's in this hospital. Room 102."

"102.." He said to himself thinking. "But that's the..."

"Emergency room. That was my mom who came in." I told him and tears automatically stung my eyes. "Her car smashed into a telephone pole." I took a deep breath, but it did nothing but build up more tears like a wall. "I seen it. I think Hannah has somthing to do with this."

"Querida.." He breathed silently, refering to my mom.

"Their out to get us."

"Their?" He echoed.

"It's not just Hannah, oh no. Heather, Maria, and Felix are out there too." I looked up at him. "Soon, we'll both be dead again. And it won't be just us, oh no. Everyone."

After Jesse snapped out of his state of shockhe went straight to the Emergency Room. Hey, maybe he still does care about my mom?

About thirty minuteslater Mom was released to a room and me and Greg went up. She was still unconcious. Me and Greg were just sitting around talking.

"Okay, about that freak lightning." I said leaning over a small table by a window in the room. "What else did you read about it?"

"Well, I said that it was somthing to do with the future? Didn't I?"

"Yeah, but them turning back into teenagers is just too weird." I said to him leaning back in my chair. At the same time Jesse walked in. He had gotten himself assigned to my mom's medical case.

"Hey." He said. "I was hoping that we could...talk."

Greg got up right away. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to the cafeteria." Jesse took Greg's chair and sat down.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I got a good look at Jesse. Paul was right, we did look alot alike. I can see now why mom cries everytime she tries to look at my eyes.

"It's about your mother." He went on. "Is she...is she okay?" He sounded almost afraid to ask. "I mean, is she happy with her life now?"

"Well, you know, she's okay. Every once in awhile she cries and what-not but she dosen't share very much with me. But I hope she's happy." I looked over at my mom. When she wkes up and finds herself in a hospital she's not going to be very happy, I'll tell you that now.

He was about to open his mouth when I cut him off. "And no, she's not seeing anybody. Why?" I was going to get this out of him. "Why do you ask?"

"Uh..."

"Oh c'mon, I'm your daughter. You can tell me." He was a little taken aback by that. I wouldn't blame him. Only two short days ago he actually found out he had one.

"No reason." Darn! He walked over to mom who was laying as motionless as ever on her hospital bed.

I looked out the window. The sky was no longer blue, but turning into a dark grey. It was too early for night to hit. Greg walked back in and noticed the sky too.

"They're up to it again." Greg said with a groan. "What are we going to do?" I stood up and put my jacket on.

"What are we going to do? We're going to get our butts down to the Mission and kick some ghost butt, that's what we're going to do." I told him. Jesse looked up at us

"Where are you two going?" He asked walking over to mom who was laying as motionless as ever on her hospital bed. He was got himself assigned as her doctor.

"The Mission." I told him. Then the whole sky was dark. Wow, that was quick! "Hannah's up to it again."

I told Greg to get his car started so he left the hospital and I looked back into the room just as I was about to leave it.

"I know you still love her, Jesse." He was stroking her hair gently. "And I think she still loves you too." At that moment lightning flashed again and rain poured. When the lightning flashed. I seen somthing. Somthing that I hope would happen but not when I was around to see it again.

The vision was mom was awake and kissing Jesse. If Greg was right and this links to the future my life is about to get a whole lot better. And I hope soon. But when the vision went he was looking sadly down at my mom.

"You don't have to admit it." I said silently. "It's in your eyes."

Like it? Reveiw please. I have maybe about five more chapters left to write. Maybe even more! Who knows, really?

-J