Title: Life Itself

Author: Sara n Lizzie

Disclaimer: Meg is God.

Rating: PG-13, possibly changing

Summary: Post Haunted. A whole new catastrophe arises. Jesse and Suze have got to trust Paul to survive, and nothing is as it seems.

Author's Note: This chapter goes back and forth between Suze and Jesse's point of view. And I know the beginning seems random, but I'm setting the stage! -Sara

She is sobbing. There is nothing I hate more in the world than seeing Susannah cry. She doesn't do it often, which is why; I think I find it so shocking.

I have seen her cry, but never like this. She is trying to speak, but can not through the sobs. After awhile she calms down.

"Jesse he killed you. Paul did. In my dream." I sighed. This much I had gathered.

"But he can't in reality." I told her.

"What if he-" she started.

"No Susannah. No what ifs."

"I can't lose you." She whispered. "And I keep getting this feeling that something really bad is going to happen. I'm really scared Jesse."

"Nothing, and I really mean nothing could ever take me from you Susannah." I assure her. "Now try and get some sleep querida." I stay there until I am pretty sure she has fallen asleep. As much as I want to stay there, to hold her, I know it just isn't proper. I had promised the priest not to take any advantage of living with her. I start to dislodge her from my arms, but her eyes flutter open.

"Jesse, don't go." she murmurs. I sigh, unable to release her. I simply cannot refuse anything to Susannah Simon.

So I wake up, right? Like every normal day. Only today, Jesse is still here. With me. Well not with me, with me, not in that way but oh I know what I mean. "Good morning." He whispers when he sees my eyes open. I smile. A big smile. I'm still smiling this big smile when I skip downstairs for breakfast. Since breakfast isn't the big family affair that dinner is, I convince Jesse to join me.

I mean when I go to school; I'm not going to see him for almost eight hours. That's way too long. So he comes down to breakfast with me and stands next to my chair, occasionally slipping his hand in my hair.

"Suze, you're particularly happy this morning." David notices as I chomp my cereal, unable to get the ridiculous grin off my face.

Brad sighs. "Have a good night with Jesse last night?" he asks me. I close my eyes, and drop my head into my hands.

"I'll explain later." I say to Jesse. Of course as soon as I say it, I remember they can't see him. So Brad looks at me like I'm crazy.

Until he goes, "So was it getting hot and heavy in their last night Suze? Or is that just with Paul Slater?" Instinctively, I pull my foot back and kick Brad with my heels. "Ow!"

"I am not," I state through clenched teeth. "Getting hot and heavy in any way with Paul Slater."

But Brad can't take a hint. "Suze," he says. "The whole school knows you guys were like totally making out on his bed."

I steal a glance over at Jesse, who looks like he's going to be sick.

"So," Brad continues. "If you'll make out with a guy whose not your boyfriend, I bet your totally having sex with this Jesse guy whose in your room every night."

I stand up abruptly. "Brad," I say very loudly. "You should never be allowed to talk!" I storm away from the table, knowing that a) I'm about to confronted by one very pissed off ghost and b) my face is on fire from the mere mention of having sex with this very pissed off, also very attractive ghost.

I was quite right about both previous deductions.

"Susannah. " Jesse said, as soon as I set foot in my bedroom. "I knew that Slater kissed you. However, I was left in the dark about the fact that this kiss took place on a horizontal position and that you were on his bed!" he thundered.

"Jesse, I was not in his bed!" I cried. "I mean, I was on it, yea but not in it. And the only reason I was on his bed was because we were looking a thesis about shifting, and the horizontal position is highly explainable by the fact that he was on top of me, and in my defense, I poked him in the eye to get him off." I said all in a rush.

"After you kissed." Jesse said quietly. I crossed the room so I was inches from his face.

"Jesse." I breathed. "I kissed him because I was positive you didn't like me. I kissed Paul Slater once, without intentions of doing it again. I love you."

"I can't stand the thought of that worthless thing touching you." Jesse said vehemently. This was followed by a string of vicious sounding words in Spanish. I winced. "The thought of his hands in your hair..." Jesse trailed off his hands entwining them selves in my brown locks. "His lips on yours. It makes me want to knock him out Susannah."

I smiled. "You already did Jesse. Remember?" He smiled back, kissing me.

"I remember. Susannah? Your face is awfully red." I immediately dropped my eyes from his face to the floor.

"I'm gonna kill Brad." I muttered. I looked up. Recognition dawned on Jesse's face.

"Yes, that was rather uncomfortable. I don't mean to make you feel awkward."

"It's not the first time it's crossed my mind Jesse." I said very quickly and quietly.

"What was that?"

"I said, its not the first time the thought has crossed my mind." I repeated more slowly. Jesse met my eyes.

"It only comes when the time is right for you querida." Jesse said slowly. See why I love my boyfriend?

"Susannah." Father Dominique said, his face looking grave. "We have a problem."

I sighed. So all was normal in The Land of Never Ending Mediation. "What is it this time Father D? Lost souls? Car crash victims? Oh, I am seriously good with clerks who got shoot during a hold up."

"Susannah, this is no laughing matter." Father Dom said. "Paul Slater came to me first this morning. He was contacted by Maria."

The world spun. I knew something bad was going to happen. However, this was verging on catastrophic...