Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Mediator characters (sadly).

AN: Here's the next chapter. I hope it is a bit more exciting than the last one. Here you get to find out who the ghost in the window seat is (drum roll please). I've decided that this story will probably be around twenty chapters and then I'll make a sequel. It may be more or less than twenty, because I have a few ideas and don't know how many chapters it will take to get them out. Anyway, I hope you like this installment. Please review! Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

I know what you're thinking. Here comes a new ghost that poor old Suze has to try to peacefully mediate and if that doesn't work she must then kick that ghost butt to kingdom come.

Well think again.

Not only was this a ghost I had seen before, it was a ghost I was starting to know quite well. Yup, that's right, the ghost on my window seat was none other than Sharon Prescott.

And thus I came to have a new roommate although I didn't know it at the time.

"What are you doing here?"

A smile played across her lips, "I just wanted to be with you when you read the journal. Go on, open it up."

I picked up the journal and opened the cover.

Dear Journal,

Being a sensor has just become a bit of a problem. You see, I know I'm going to die. And soon. And I know it's going to be Kelly's fault.

I glanced up at Sharon who just pointed to the journal, urging me to read more.

I remember being at Kelly's party last year when Tad still lived in the area. There was the new girl from Kelly's school there, Suze Simon. And here's the thing, when I was watching her dance with Tad, I knew that she was different. Not only because of the whole mediator thing, but because of something else.

Suze is the only person I know who has ever fallen in love with a ghost. Although, I don't think she knew at the time that Jesse was going to be her one true love. It was just one of the crazy things I can sense.

Anyway, Suze is also different because she is going to be instrumental in retrieving this journal. Yes, I know I am crazy for starting this, but I know I have to. It is dangerous but yet I know that if I live up to my end of the bargain, everything will be okay.

And that means I have to die the night of Kelly's Winter Formal.

I looked up as I finished the first entry. "Wow."

"You can say that again," Sharon said as she flopped down next to me.

"How do you come to terms with the fact that you are going to die?"

"It wasn't easy. I still had so much to live for, you know? I was going to go to college, I was going to meet the man of my dreams and marry him and have kids. I was going to watch those kids grow up and have grandchildren some day."

There were tears in Sharon's eyes as she continued, "But some things are bigger than our dreams for ourselves. There is a reason that I'm dead, a reason I'm still here. My wants and needs are insignificant because I am to play a larger role in someone else's story."

"I'm sorry you were never able to have any of those things. You deserve it Sharon. You may be a Prescott, but you are so much better than any of them."

She laughed at my silent dig at Kelly, "Thank you. I wish I could have had that too. But enough about me now, read more about me then."

I flipped to the next entry and found a lot of similarities in what was written and what Sharon just said.

Dear Journal,

I have to die. There is no way around it. I am meant for something bigger than my dreams. Someone else needs my help more than I need my happiness, not to mention liveliness. I think I know who that person is, but I can't write that down now.

My powers seem to be adapting now. It used to be that I had to see someone in order for me to sense things about thim. Now, I am sensing things about people, or rather one particular person, without them being anywhere near: Suze.

I see her room when I go to sleep at night and I see Jesse sitting in a window seat. They talk but I can't hear the words. I see this room not only at night but during the day as well, whenever I daydream. That is what is so weird about it. Never before have I been able to see full images. People's faces in someone's mind, yes. An item someone was thinking about, yes. But full scenes and ghosts, no. I couldn't believe how real the ghosts looked. I mean, they weren't transparent or anything, they just have this soft glow around them.

Anyway, when I saw that room, I knew something about it.

I was interrupted from my reading by the phone ringing. I picked it up absent mindedly and said, "Hello?"

"Suze?"

"Yeah CeeCee?"

"I didn't get you in trouble earlier did I? I mean Jesse seemed to not like me knowing about…you know. I would have told you when we talked on the phone earlier, but, you know Adam was around and that didn't seem like the smartest idea."

I smiled at CeeCee's concern. Sharon rolled her eyes and walked back to the window seat, staring at her nails with a bored expression on her face. She was going to have to find ways to amuse herself if she planned to stay a ghost for any length of time.

"Everything is fine CeeCee, we got it all worked out. In fact, things are probably as good as they ever have been between me and Jesse. I smiled thinking of what had happened in the car after the party when we were in Jesse's parking lot. It was an event that I had, err, "forgotten" to mention earlier.

Jesse and I had a major makeout session in the car. I mean, one of the best we've had. And the best part about it: the windows fogged. The sound of that is completely different from what I mean. What I mean is last time, Jesse couldn't fog up the windows. But this time he could, because Jesse is alive now. And how wonderful that is.

It took a few minutes to finish my call with CeeCee. When I did, I turned back to the journal.

Anyway when I saw the room, I knew something about it. I knew that this room was going to be very important to me in the future. Just as I knew that it's occupant would never truly have that room to herself. She would always have the pleasure of a ghost's company in that room. And the ghost will not always be Jesse. The next ghost will be…me.

I turned to Sharon with my mouth hanging open. She laughed and used her powers to close the journal. "That's enough for one night. Roomie."

I was in too much shock to disagree. So I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I fell asleep to Sharon training her summoning powers with one of my pink throw pillows.