A/N: Hola, I sent an email to Meg, but she sent me an auto-reply. This is
what it said:
Mediator 6--Suze has to make a choice: give Jesse his life back and lose him forever, or doom him to a half-life at her side.
I cant belive this! She can't lose Jesse! That sounds so sad! Just for that I'm going to make Suze and Jesse be together forever at the end of this story (take that Meg! I'm jk. Of course they'll stay together. God, I'm obsessed. Help me?).
She also said that there was still a lot of interest in a Mediator movie, so.... I dont know. I just hope they don't change it like they did to the PD's.
Anyway, thanks a million to everyone who has reviewed. I hope you like this chapter.
P.S. I have already started the sequel to "Intruder" and it should be up in a couple of days. (I hate how I ended that one, so sorry. I have a bad habit of not finishing stories).
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Susannah:
He was a boy about David's age, with sandy blond hair and pale grey eyes. He was in some sort of hospital gown, but what was even creepier was that during the whole ride to the restaurant, he just sat there staring at Cade. Seriously. I don't even think I saw him blink.
Scary.
Anyway, I tried my best to ignore him, and I actually managed to, until we got to the restaurant and we all got out of the cars. That's when Mrs. Moore realized that the biggest table they had was a four seater (no, duh!) so Andy volunteered to drop us all off at the mall. But nobody really minded--except me, with my mall-phobia. According to them, it wasn't like they wanted to have dinner with our next door neighbors, anyway.
I noticed that Andy slipped Doc a 50, because he's the only one of us who can actually be inside a mall with his parent's money in his pocket and not spend it.
I also noticed Maya flirting outrageously with Dopey. She was practically slobbering all over him. It was pathetic.
Anyway, Cade and I were planning on taking Doc to the arcade and playing a few rounds of Marvel vs. Capcom, but the minute we walked in, Doc had already disapeared into the nearest Barnes and Noble.
"Hm," I mumbled. "Suit yourself."
"Well," Cade said, sitting next to me on the bench by the fountain. "I guess it's just us. So, what do you want to do?"
"I want to get out of here. You couldn't possibly imagine how much I this place. I only came here because the rest of you wanted to."
He only looked surprised for a few seconds, then he said, "So you wanna get out of here? Wait, stupid question. Come with me."
Yeah, I know. I should have learned my lesson about the whole going- places-with-strange-guys thing a long time ago. But he didn't seem too bad. So I went.
Jesse:
A girl in her early twenties strolled into the room, her raven hair done neatly atop her head, ringlets framing her pale face.
Judging by her big, embroidered skirt, and flowered hat, I would guess that she was alive around the time I died. She looked around, saw that no one was there, and sat down. We were both some kind of classroom, but she was oblivious to my presence.
I stayed in the corner, watching, waiting.
Then, a 25 year old Father Dominic entered the room, and put his things away, but when he noticed the girl, he greeted her in a . . . . more than friendy manner. I couldn't help but feel myself blush. Don't blame me, I'm not used to seeing future priests getting all chummy with their ghostly ex-girlfriends.
"Dominic," She said speaking in a southern accent, and looking somewhat distracted. "You know," She paused, seeming too afraid to finish her thought.
"What is it?" Father Dominic asked, a worried look claiming his face.
I observed silently.
"Oh, Dominic," She whispered. "You know I love you. And I really do. But I'm sure you know that I'm not meant to be here. After you told my grandmother that the estate belonged to her, and not that pig uncle of mine, I should have moved on, I really should have. But I didn't, because of you." Father Dominic had turned considerably pale and sat down behind his desk. I noticed a picture of himself and another man smiling, with an orb of light hovering in the upper right corner of the photograph.
"I came to say good-bye," She told him.
Father Dominic furrowed his brow. "Wh. . . what?" She reached out, and gently touched his face.
"I'm so sorry." She said, and was gone. But not before a quick glance in my direction. Long enough for me to see her stunning green eyes, and my mind flashed to Susannah, looking up at me over the top of her magazine and smiling. And, for one crazy second, I could have sworn that Susannah was standing in front of me, and not Amaya. But as soon as I blinked to make sure I wasn't seeing things, she was gone, and Father Dominic's frantic voice was calling my name.
"Jesse. Jesse," he pleaded. I blinked at him, and I could see all the muscles in his face relax. "You're okay. You had me worried there, your eyes had just gone blank. Are you sure you're all right?"
I looked around and was relieved to see that I was at the Mission. "Yes, I'm fine. Just daydreaming, that's all."
He nodded. "Alright, Jesse. But I should tell you, the strangest thing happened. I was in here a few minutes ago, and I looked up, and almost thought I saw Amaya standing next to me, looking at me with those emerald eyes of hers. I know it's crazy, but--"
"You know, Father." I told him. "It's not as crazy as you think."
A/N: Alright, then! I hoped you all liked that chapter. Please review and tell me your thoughts. Love, Luna.
Mediator 6--Suze has to make a choice: give Jesse his life back and lose him forever, or doom him to a half-life at her side.
I cant belive this! She can't lose Jesse! That sounds so sad! Just for that I'm going to make Suze and Jesse be together forever at the end of this story (take that Meg! I'm jk. Of course they'll stay together. God, I'm obsessed. Help me?).
She also said that there was still a lot of interest in a Mediator movie, so.... I dont know. I just hope they don't change it like they did to the PD's.
Anyway, thanks a million to everyone who has reviewed. I hope you like this chapter.
P.S. I have already started the sequel to "Intruder" and it should be up in a couple of days. (I hate how I ended that one, so sorry. I have a bad habit of not finishing stories).
_________
Susannah:
He was a boy about David's age, with sandy blond hair and pale grey eyes. He was in some sort of hospital gown, but what was even creepier was that during the whole ride to the restaurant, he just sat there staring at Cade. Seriously. I don't even think I saw him blink.
Scary.
Anyway, I tried my best to ignore him, and I actually managed to, until we got to the restaurant and we all got out of the cars. That's when Mrs. Moore realized that the biggest table they had was a four seater (no, duh!) so Andy volunteered to drop us all off at the mall. But nobody really minded--except me, with my mall-phobia. According to them, it wasn't like they wanted to have dinner with our next door neighbors, anyway.
I noticed that Andy slipped Doc a 50, because he's the only one of us who can actually be inside a mall with his parent's money in his pocket and not spend it.
I also noticed Maya flirting outrageously with Dopey. She was practically slobbering all over him. It was pathetic.
Anyway, Cade and I were planning on taking Doc to the arcade and playing a few rounds of Marvel vs. Capcom, but the minute we walked in, Doc had already disapeared into the nearest Barnes and Noble.
"Hm," I mumbled. "Suit yourself."
"Well," Cade said, sitting next to me on the bench by the fountain. "I guess it's just us. So, what do you want to do?"
"I want to get out of here. You couldn't possibly imagine how much I this place. I only came here because the rest of you wanted to."
He only looked surprised for a few seconds, then he said, "So you wanna get out of here? Wait, stupid question. Come with me."
Yeah, I know. I should have learned my lesson about the whole going- places-with-strange-guys thing a long time ago. But he didn't seem too bad. So I went.
Jesse:
A girl in her early twenties strolled into the room, her raven hair done neatly atop her head, ringlets framing her pale face.
Judging by her big, embroidered skirt, and flowered hat, I would guess that she was alive around the time I died. She looked around, saw that no one was there, and sat down. We were both some kind of classroom, but she was oblivious to my presence.
I stayed in the corner, watching, waiting.
Then, a 25 year old Father Dominic entered the room, and put his things away, but when he noticed the girl, he greeted her in a . . . . more than friendy manner. I couldn't help but feel myself blush. Don't blame me, I'm not used to seeing future priests getting all chummy with their ghostly ex-girlfriends.
"Dominic," She said speaking in a southern accent, and looking somewhat distracted. "You know," She paused, seeming too afraid to finish her thought.
"What is it?" Father Dominic asked, a worried look claiming his face.
I observed silently.
"Oh, Dominic," She whispered. "You know I love you. And I really do. But I'm sure you know that I'm not meant to be here. After you told my grandmother that the estate belonged to her, and not that pig uncle of mine, I should have moved on, I really should have. But I didn't, because of you." Father Dominic had turned considerably pale and sat down behind his desk. I noticed a picture of himself and another man smiling, with an orb of light hovering in the upper right corner of the photograph.
"I came to say good-bye," She told him.
Father Dominic furrowed his brow. "Wh. . . what?" She reached out, and gently touched his face.
"I'm so sorry." She said, and was gone. But not before a quick glance in my direction. Long enough for me to see her stunning green eyes, and my mind flashed to Susannah, looking up at me over the top of her magazine and smiling. And, for one crazy second, I could have sworn that Susannah was standing in front of me, and not Amaya. But as soon as I blinked to make sure I wasn't seeing things, she was gone, and Father Dominic's frantic voice was calling my name.
"Jesse. Jesse," he pleaded. I blinked at him, and I could see all the muscles in his face relax. "You're okay. You had me worried there, your eyes had just gone blank. Are you sure you're all right?"
I looked around and was relieved to see that I was at the Mission. "Yes, I'm fine. Just daydreaming, that's all."
He nodded. "Alright, Jesse. But I should tell you, the strangest thing happened. I was in here a few minutes ago, and I looked up, and almost thought I saw Amaya standing next to me, looking at me with those emerald eyes of hers. I know it's crazy, but--"
"You know, Father." I told him. "It's not as crazy as you think."
A/N: Alright, then! I hoped you all liked that chapter. Please review and tell me your thoughts. Love, Luna.