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Jesse's POV

Uh-oh, this is NOT good. I turned to Susannah,

"Sugar, we're going down."

She faked a smile.

The plane plunged down, down, down into the water below. I looked out of the window. Great.

This is just perfect. I try to get home, but I end up in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Wow.

This is just great.

"Jesse." Susannah said, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Where are we?" I gulped.

"In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean Querida." She looked at me.

"Are you JOKING me?!?!?!" she screamed.

"I CAN'T BE STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!!!" she cried.

"All passengers please proceed to the boats immediately." The captain said over the intercom. Susannah quickly got out of her seat and headed to the exit.

"Sugar, we went down." I sighed, and I ran to catch up to her. We were one of the last people to begin leaving the plane.

The last people to be certain. We were about to get off the plane when the hostess stopped us.

"I'm sorry, but there just isn't anymore room on the boats, you're going to have to stay in the plane until we can get more help to come." She smiled. Susannah just stared at me. "But I have to get home." Susannah said, anger in her voice.

"So does everyone else." She sneered.

I didn't like her.

"I'm sure they have room for 2 more people on one boat." Susannah said.

"I said, there is no more room on the boat. Now sit down!" She then turned to me.

"Sir, you have raised a brat as a child, please, control your daughter." And she looked back down at her magazine. I snipped it away.

"She's not my daughter. She's my fiancée, and if YOU have ANY idea what she has had to go through this past week, you would understand. And if YOU were in HER place, then YOU would be more than pissed. I think that she is handling this very well. Now if you could please just shut up, I would appreciate it, but if you'd like to see how an 1850's gentlemen like me sword fights you….." I stopped.

I had just said that I was an 1850's gentlemen, and the hostess was staring at me.

Mouth wide open, showing the gum that she was delightfully smacking in my ear. I turned to Susannah, who looked shocked too.

She looked like she had just seen... well, a ghost.

"Did you just say an 1850's gentlemen?" the hostess asked.

"Um..." I stuttered. What had I done? I turned back to Susannah, who was sitting down in one of the chairs, staring at me in an expression that read,

"Yes Jesse? What now?"

"Well?!?!" the hostess asked.

"Um…. Yes. I AM an 1850's gentlemen." I said, confidently. I could see Susannah shaking her head out of the corner of my eye.

"How the heck?" She asked.

"Well, you see, I was killed, and then I became a ghost, and Susannah here went back to my time to try to save me from being killed, but accidentally brought my body back, and I got back into my body, and here I am." I smiled.

I turned around. I could swear that Susannah's face was going to drop onto the floor. "Really? Is that really true?" the hostess asked.

"Hell yeah it's true." Susannah said, walking over to me and grabbing onto my arm. "Wow. Well, I'm sorry about the boats." She said, watching them slide over the horizon. "But have a nice double life." She said grinning.

"Oh." I said, grabbing a hold of the hostesses arm.

"And it would probably be better if you didn't say anything about this to anyone else." She nodded and gave me a kiss.

On the lips.

I blushed deeply. That was the nicest thing anyone besides Susannah had done to me.

I kissed her back, but then realized my actions.

I turned to Susannah, who had a bewildered but mad expression on her face at the same time. She quickly let go of my arm and turned around, marching as fast as she could to the back of the plane.

I followed her all the way to the back, where I saw her curled up on the floor. I sat down next to her, but she quickly scooted away.

"Nombre De Dios Susannah, I'm sorry, it was wrong." I grabbed her chin in my hand. Her eyes were already red and puffy.

"No your not." Susannah sniffed.

"Querida, I would never ever cheat on you, or anything like that. Please, I would never. You're too special for that. I mean, all the things that you have done for me? Really Susannah, you would think that…." But I got cut off by a whiny,

"What have I EVER done for you?!!?!" she screamed.

"I got you fired, I made you miss me more then life, I've never repaid you for all of the times you have saved my life. I mean come on Jesse, I've NEVER done ANYTHING at ALL for YOU!" and she burrowed her head in her hands.

"Susannah, when I was a ghost, you made me look forward to something every day. Every night after Maria showed up, I watched by your side to make sure that no harm came to you, but I made sure to leave before you woke up. You went back in time to save me from dying in the first place. You were concerned that I would disappear when they found my body in the backyard, Susannah, you died for me!" I cried. She slowly looked up at me.

"Oh Jesse you're right!!! I shouldn't have been that hard on you!!! I love you!!!" She wrapped her arms around me, where I fell asleep.

Suze's POV

I awoke to the sound of a woman's voice,

"Sir! Ma'am! The boats are here to pick you up!" She screamed, shaking my shoulder. The boats? I was finally able to go home? I quickly woke up, and shook Jesse awake. "Jesse! Jesse!" I cried,

"Wake up!" He groggily got up.

"Not now Susannah, just a few more minutes." He moaned, and then shut his eyes again. "JESSE!" I screamed, and he bolted awake.

"The boats are here to pick us up!" I smiled, I was happy. I mean, considering the week I had had, it was amazing that I was happy.

"Querida! We get to go HOME!" he shouted, grinning like an idiot. I grinned back, grabbed my Kate Spade bag and ran to the front of the plane.

I got into the small boat at the end of the ramp and waited for Jesse.

He threw me his bag, and I settled it next to mine. Just like Jesse and me, the bags fit perfectly together.

I looked back up to see Jesse turning around and the hostess kissing him, again.

I hate that girl, I mean trying to steal my boy?

Really, I don't think that she will get away with it, even if he is some bandito, or as Paul calls him,

"Rico Suave." A voice came from behind me.

There you go. And if you want more.. then you better update.. or I'm deleting this story. :) yeah. I'm THAT mean!!! But please update!!!