Here are some clearing ups, replies to hottaps' questions. First of all, Suze was Christine until she went into her room after meeting Jesse and sobbed. Then she had this sort of a vision. If you haven't understood the whole going-back-in-time thing, hottaps, you probably haven't read Twilight/Heaven Sent. If you have, you probably don't remember it, so re-read it. Anyway, enjoy this next chapter! (This is now Jesse's POV after Suze left)

She had said she loved me. She said she loved me…

And it all came to me. Everything she described, the bright silvered light in my eyes, the things running through my head… And I simply wasn't me anymore. I remembered the basics of my life, like Lea (A/N: Maria. By the way it's pronounced le-aa, not lee. Just figured…) and me being king, for example, but images of me and Susannah - in the most outlandish cloths - holding hands and driving a car were running uncontrollably in my head. A moment before it, that word, 'car', would make my eyes narrow, but now I know all about it. But, oh no, I wasn't born there. Like she said, I had apparently been killed in the body of Hector 'Jesse' de Sliva, in 1850, and was revived by a young woman called Susannah 'Suze' Simon in the dawn of the twenty-first century.

My god, the king has gone mad.

We were involved, just like she said, and boy, did I love her. I was amazed. And I hated Slater much more than I imagined. You can see why, considering what he had done to her… And she was gone. I remember it so clearly. One day, we were having dinner with her family, her step-father told her to get rice from the kitchen. Then we heard a strange sound, and I went to check on her. She had collapsed on the floor, and had the big bowl of rice broken on the floor beside her. So has my heart. It has broken. Her parents and brothers walked in the room, and then took her to the hospital. They couldn't find a single reason for her instant coma, but they were having her on machines. It was so clear to me; it had been something paranormal, but not a ghost, since Max hasn't fled the room… It must have been something worse.

Something much, much worse.

So now, over there, all I did was sit there in the hospital, holding her hand. It felt as if she were dead, but I could tell she wasn't. Not if I could help it.

I was sitting there at my desk when Clemmings entered the chamber. Fantastic. Clemmings. "My lord, your betrothed wishes to enter." I nodded, laying a cheek on the back of my hand. I remembered Lea was actually Maria, and I expected not to be surprised when I saw her. But when she walked through that door… She looked so different. A lot pleasanter than the last time I've seen her. Well, considering she was trying to kill both Susannah and everybody around her then…It wasn't a surprise. But her blue dress, her necklace. It was nice, any man would confess. But nothing compared to Susannah. Nothing.

"Jonathan (A/N: I know first she called him Hector, but that was just so you can see who it is… By the way the king's pet name is Johnny. It does sound a little funny, doesn't it?), I understand you were… upset. But I was startled. Very startled." Suddenly, some more of these odd visions were racing through my head… Diego. Diego and Maria. Diego and Maria… Planning to kill me. Of course. How could I forget?

I guess that could happen when someone you're so in love with tells you they love you in a past life.

"Ma… Lea, can you tell me please what you're doing with Felix Diego that is supposed to put the two of you together?" I asked, and surprised is not a word of what dawned on those gentle features of hers. Suddenly, they didn't look as gentle. Not as gentle as ever, and definitely not as gentle as Susannah, though they might have looked a lot rougher to anyone else.

"Excuse me?" Maria "Lea" asked, disbelievingly. "I've heard some things, Lea," I said to her, this time watching myself and calling her Lea. "That might jeopardize our future together a tad. Something about you and Diego plotting. Over me, Lea. What does that mean?" Maria stared at me, her mouth hanging open. "Jonathan, I really have no idea what you are talking about. I barely know Diego. We only met one time, at the Arthurs' ball-"

"I don't believe you, Maria." This time I intentionally called her Maria, to see if she'll remember anything. She didn't. "Excuse me, Jonathan? My name is Lea, not Maria. What is with you recently? Not to mention that Spanish accent-"

"Mar- Lea, just stop it! I know all about your plotting to kill me! Apparently, such things happen frequently with me. It is time you stop planning this… Scheme. I've stopped Diego before and I can do it again!" I was already up from that chair from word two, and was now looking down at her, standing near the chair she sat on. She also leaped then of her chair. "Jonathan! Please! I have no idea what you are talking about! Why ruin this perfect marriage? Please, Jonathan, stop it!" But instead of stop looking down at her small face - I was much taller than her - I called out "Clemmings!" With every bone of my body. He then ran in the door. I told him to get her out of the palace, and get me a carriage.

We drove through the gravel track like wind, as I requested. There was no time to spend, with two plotting fiancés. "Stop!" I yelled to the old man who was driving my carriage, as we hauled near the large house.

I knocked on the door, and her stepfather answered. "Where is Susannah?" I asked, without even much of a hello. There was absolutely no time to waste.

That's it. Took me a little longer… I just had the minor load of homework, friends and my first job pecking at my neck. I already have some of the next chapter, so hopefully it will take less time. Love ya, Dana.