Disclaimer:  do I REALLY have to go through with this every single chapter?  At the loud yes the author groans and mutters something about death to whoever it was who invented disclaimers.  Okay, here it is, for those of you who do not know.  I do not own ANYTHING about this fanfic except the lot, and, maybe, the ideas that Meg/Jenny hasn't used, the rest (characters, setting, characteristics, etc.) belongs to Meg Cabot, aka Jenny Carroll.  Phew, done with that nuisance.  *sighs and mutters about wishing herself a mediator so she could kill the ghost of the person who created disclaimers*

A/N:  I know, I know, I know, I haven't updated for soo soooo long, *sighs* well….don't kill me, I have a REALLY good reason why, *racks her brain for an excuse,  coughs, and blushes* erm…well…you see…….gulps, k, well, the thing is, I have been really busy lately, yeah, that's right, busy *nods her head sagely* and people who are busy are unable to update, yup!  Now, why was I busy again?  Um…..oh yeah, I was busy reading fanfic…*ducks flying projectiles*…. AND *looks meaningfully at her attackers*, yup, there is an and, improving her second language in a language class.  Only, teachers here in China are kinda strict, so I had, I mean HAVE, a lotta lotta hwk.  I wasn't going to update for a long long time…except, I looked at the mediator sight and I realized how far down I am, and that I hadn't gotten any new reviews for a while, T__T, and that some reviews were rather touching, *sniffs*, wait, was that my other fanfic?  W/e, but the reviews were really nice and all so (hint hint ppl, REVIEW!!!  To make my writing worthwhile!) I decided to update.  I would like to thank Ella Lee for actually ANSWERING my question (do u want a s/ or s/j [suze/jesse or suze/paul] fanfic) and SoftballPrincess for MENTIONING it in her review.

Current score:

Jesse: 1

Paul: 0

Doesn't matter, just update:  1

Doesn't matter, just drop this fanfic: 0 (I am so glad that it s zero!  -_-||)

A/N continued:  geez, so few ppl care about this poll that I am tempted to throw it into the wind and do what I wanna do!  But I couldn't do that to the one person who actually cared….or could I?  Muwa hahahahaha Evil Laugh

K, so, ppl, review, and I promise that I will update sooner!

^*Then, after I turned around, I screamed.  It was him.*^

yes, him, no, not him is in Paul, or Jesse, or some other ghost that I might mistake for him, I mean HIM! 

Geez, that sounds like I am talking about the devil, *snort*, so no the devil. 

Okay, I guess that you want to know who HIM is…..well, isn't it rather OBVIOUS? 

Yup, a hundred points to you, good job at guessing it.  Just like you thought…..

Michael

Meducci

As in that guy that I incriminated, and, as a ghost, is still after my blood.

Paul is so dead.

At least, that was what I was thinking, I have never thought so fast in my life, I guess, which is probally why, before anyone would notice my cries for help, Michael told me to shut up.

Well, when a psycho killer tells you to shut up you shut up, at least, that's what I think any sane person would do…..oh, I am going off topic, to the point…..

"Shut up (a five lettered word that I, without killing off my morals, cannot type, but I am pretty sure that you know, a bit like witch, if you get my drift….)!" Snarled an irate Michael, "Someone might actually COME, what will you do THEN?  Huh?  Tell them that something that they can't see or touch is trying to kill you?  How would getting thrown in a loony bin with a straightjacket help you?  It will help me, for sure, but I highly doubt that it will do YOU a whit of good."

I gaped at him with an expression that closely resembled a fish straining to breathe in life giving oxygen in water, but only finding oxygen in deadly air, before stuttering, in the same squeaky voice that I use when Jesse is around, only, for a different reason, "wh-wha-what are y-y-you d-doing h-h-he-he-he-er-er-ere?"

He snorted at my expression, sneering, "looking for you, of course."

I glared at him, anger giving back my normal voice that fear had taken away from me, I smirked, before sniffing, "I am not as stupid as you are, nor am I insane (at that Michael clenched his fists and Suze smirked, having scored).  I know better than to try to kill someone who can summon ghosts at her whim (a lie, but does he have to know that?  Duh no, speaking of summoning ghosts…Jesse….nah, I can't Jesse was really chilly to me recently, he should apologize, I have no reason to go begging for his forgiveness).  I merely wanted to know why you are bothering me.  I forgot that you lacked the intellect to reply to such a uncomplicated question."

Michael turned red, but he obviously didn't know how to make things fly around or shake yet, and started swearing under his breath, an insane light sparkling in his eyes.  I looked at him with fear, starting to wonder if I pushed him to far and her was going to attack me….hey!  wait, why didn't he attack me….

Seething, Michael growled, "I'll tell you why I am here, Suze (making the word sound like something foul), and also why you aren't dead yet.  It is very simple.  And even you can comprehend what I am about to say.  All your hogwash about your being smarter than me doesn't annoy me (A/N:  gawd, what a terrible liar, he just went out and said that it annoyed him!). I-"

Bored at his stupid speech and about to burst into laugher, a very bad thing to do at the moment, at his inability to lie about his emotions, I interrupted calmly, "Medduci, get to the POINT here, I don't need to hear your insane ramblings about who knows what, GET TO THE BLOODY POINT!  I am not as idiotic as yourself, you don't need to spell things out to me.  If YOU need to tell yourself these things to keep your place than do it under your breath.  Get to the point, tell me why you are here and why you haven't attempted to kill me yet.  Get the word attempted?"

After I said that I was almost afraid that he was going to kill me.  He sure looked murderous, I thought that he had popped a vein, he was THAT angry.  His face was a blotchy purple red, his fingers looked like they would fly out of their circuits if he clenched his fists any harder.  His ears were almost pouring steam, in fact, I thought I say a wisp a steam fly out one ear.  I thought I saw powder trickle from his mouth, no doubt from his grinding his teeth to hard.  His nose was flaring, and if looks could kill, Father D. would have mediated me by now.  That's how angry he was. 

Then, by what seemed to be an effort of will, he clamed down enough to pull his jaws apart, and scream, sounding very much like Spike when I stepped on his tail, "You (k, not going to repeat what he said, thank you very much, about a sentence of vulgarities), I came here to talk to you (he ignored my skeptical snort), and I wont hurt you (at that I let out a full belly of laughter and he frowned).  Suze, calm down, I can't."

I must have looked rather disbelieving because he unclenched his fists and he frame no longer shook with suppressed fury. He shrugged sadly, before muttering, "I'm serious Suze, come on, don't you believe me?"

My look said no in more obvious words than I could ever say because he sighed and looked away.  I decided to reply, "Michael, Michael, Michael, I am not you.  Aka I am not an idiot.  I know better than to trust someone who has tried to kill me before.  Give me one good reason to believe you."

Michael looked rather startled at that.  "well,"  he mused, "I think that I have a very good reason for you to believe me."

I raised one eyebrow encouraging him to speak.  He drew in a deep breath.

"Paul won't let me."

I must have looked both skeptical and shocked, and my face was probally one big wave of confusion. 

"Explain."

"Alright.  Where do you want me to start?"

His voice was cold and sarcastic.  I looked at him like he was stupid, "with the part about Paul."

He looked at me like I was an idiot, and maybe I am. 

"duh, Suze, isn't it rather obvious?  I mean, how dense can you get?  I told Paul I wanted to talk to you.  I do, you know, but in reality I was planning on killing you, then talking to you.  But Paul was too smart for that, so he said, "alrighty, Mike, I'll let you talk to Susie, it may help her fight you if she knows what you want and what you are planning on doing with your ghost powers.  But, since talking doesn't require and physical contact, and since you obviously can just stop her from leaving be dematerializing in front of her if she doesn't want to talk to you, I ban you from touching her."  Then he said some spell or another that he read from some moldy old book.  Well, that of course destroyed that meaning of the chat.  But I then realized that I wanted to talk to you anyways, and that I might as well use the lapse in Paul's attention to talk to you.  Oh yeah, and Paul said that the keeping the spell activated was draining so I only have so long to talk to you so can we cut the c*** and get to the point?"

I was shocked.  I never knew Paul would do that for me.  Why would Paul do that for me….I suddenly found out that I had said that last sentence out loud when Michael replied to it, "because you asked him to help you with the 'Michael Problem' as he so charmingly puts it."

I was still very very very very confused, but I decided that I would think of it later, right now I needed to see about Father D.'s theory, "so you can't hurt me at all while Paul, is protecting me?  And how do I know that you are not lying?"

Michael sighed, "I can't lie, like I said, Paul won't let me do anything that will hurt you, lying included.  And as to the Paul protection you thing, yeah, until he stops whatever spell he has cast on you I won't be able to hurt you."

(A/N:  so how does he hurt Suze?  I have that thought out already, but I will decide later on in the story, thank you very much)

"okay….so what have you got to say to me?"  I asked, telling myself to breathe.  I needed to know this and I could always ask Paul if I wanted to know more at this spell….

Michael grinned, "just this, I will kill you because you killed me.  It is your fault I was sent to that heck hole (only he didn't say heck) and therefore your fault that that darned (you know what he really said) insane dude stabbed me.  Because of what you did to me I will kill you."

I opened my mouth to speak, to deny his accusation, but he held up a hand to still my flow of words, "I haven't got that time to argue with you, size, just listen, I haven't finished. But, despite what you have done to me, you are the first girl to ever return my emotions (A/N:  boy, does he ever need to find out the truth, return his emotions, ha!), and the first girl that I ever really loved.  I spent my entire time in the freaking (*sigh*, you know what he really said, need I say?) jailhouse thinking of you.  I swore that if I were ever to get out I would kill you, but I also swore that I would find you and make you love me.  I swore that I would have you whatever it took to get you.  Susannah, I love you, and when you are dead, and a ghost, I will have you."

Before I could respond, telling him what I thought of his statements, here he could put his love, and where he could go, he whispered, "time's up," and disappeared. 

I cried out with frustration, but if I knew what he was planning on doing I wouldn't have wasted my time sulking, brooding, and punching a tree. I would have tried to do something to stop him.  Instead, I spent the next week trying to get Jesse to apologize, worry about Father D., and sulk that I hadn't gotten to tell Michael off.  I should have listened to Father D. and I shouldn't have wasted my time.  I should have prepared for what was to happen next…..

If such a unpredictably deadly thing is possible to prepare for…..

(A/N:  muwahahahaha!!!!!!  I wasn't on planning on making a cliffie here, I was planning on reverting to the motto of my other fanfic, review and no cliffie…but….well, couldn't help it, genies9 ASKED for it, *smirks evilly*, THIS one is just for you, genies9, unlike the other one which was for reviews, oh, yeah, u r kinda right, I did do it to annoy ppl, just not you in particular.  *sniffles*, and don't swear!   Muwahahahaha!!!!!!!)

A/N:  okay, this chapter so didn't go the way I planned it.  It was supposed to be short, concise, and to the point.  Argh, Michael, go to hades and don't come back!!!!  Wait! I need him for my fic.  *snarls with anger*!

K, not making any sense, am I?  I am just annoyed that this chapter turned out wrong.  It was supposed to be shorter so I could work on my other fanfic and make that one long, *sigh*.  Neways, enjoy, I spent sooooo much effort on it.  Thanx ppl for reviewing, this chapter is dedicated to ppl who reviewed.  Now tell me if you want a paul or jesse fic and most of all REVIEW!!!!!!  All ideas are welcome, no flames please, I just spent two hours writing this!  About four and one half pages in one sitting, if you flame……DIE!!!!