Disclaimer: I own none of the mediator stuff. I just write my own stuff.
A/N: See? It IS getting more interesting! And this new ghost will be lotsa trouble, just you wait and see...MOOWAHHAHAHAA * backs away slowly *
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"Querida, I've been looking all over for you," he smiled as he materialised. He heard the distant choking and turned to the noise. His face instantly darkened. "What are you doing here, Slater?"
Paul was too busy trying to breathe so I kindly answered for him.
"Oh, erm, he was just having lunch and started choking on a piece of food. I heard him and came in to see what was going on. Then you arrived. As soon as I entered the classroom. A split second after. As soon as I stepped into the room," I was babbling. But I couldn't let Jesse know that I had made a bargain for his life. If he ever found out about my lessons with Paul, he would be furious. Strike that - he would be murderous.
So I was willing to lie about them. And if Paul decided to spill the beans on what we were discussing, then I would spill the beans on what Paul was doing to me. And we both know Jesse is willing to let do some serious damage to Paul.
Jesse walked over to me and put a protective arm around my waist. I beamed up at him. Paul finally stopped choking and glowered at Jesse. I swear to God their eyes were burning red as they met. I felt like I belonged in a movie. Two hot guys, one gorgeous girl. Come on, I'm not exactly a dog! Give a girl a break. So, yeah, it was every girl's dream. But then I saw their clenched fists and jumping jaw muscles and I decided to make my move before they began ripping each other's guts out. Well, seeing as Jesse has no guts, Paul would probably be...oh never mind. Basically, they would both get hurt, unless I stepped in, and fast.
"Well, it was nice trying to save you, Paul, but Jesse and I would really appreciate some alone time now," I said happily. With a smile that said, 'Don't even try to stay because we will both kick your ass'. Paul stood up, glared at Jesse, who in turn scowled back, briefly glanced at me, and then stormed out of the classroom.
I turned to Jesse who was still scowling at the closed door.
"I don't trust him, querida," he said, looking down at me with those big, brown eyes of his. I resisted the urge to jump at him and cling to him like one of those howler monkeys you see holding onto their moms.
"Well duh, Jesse. Of course you don't trust him. He tried to exorcize you then beat you up. Any sane person wouldn't trust him." There was a slight breeze coming through the classroom window and it was tugging at his shirt, you know, the one that opens down to there. Jesse brought my gaze from his washboard abs up to his face when he started to speak. I stared at that even harder. How could anybody so perfect have reason to be murdered?
"Querida, I just came from Father Dominic's," Jesse had a smile, tugging at his lips. A sure sign he knew something and was desperately trying to not let it burst out.
"Cool," I said unenthusiastically. This was obviously not how Jess had wanted me to respond and he frowned with frustration. I laughed at his face. He is so adorable!
"Fine, fine. And what did Father Dominic have to say Jesse? Please, do tell, I'm just dying to know," I gushed in a very false girly voice.
"If you're going to be like that, Susannah..." He pouted.
I sighed gustily. All I wanted to do was throw myself at him; did he really think I cared what Father D had to say, about anything?
"Fine, Jesse. What did Father Dom have to say to you?"
"He's agreed to me moving back in with you," now Jesse's smile was evident. It was big and full of joy. My heart stopped.
"What?!"
"He said it would be good for me to protect you from Paul, in case he tried to hurt you again," explained Jesse. Okay, now I really thought I was going to burst, I was so excited. Instead I screamed and threw my arms round his neck.
Just as Jesse was leaning in to give me a full-on kiss, a glimmer from the corner of the classroom caught both of our attention. Great.
It was a ghost. A cute seventeen year old guy from my period of time. I would've been excited about making the acquaintance of someone this buff if I hadn't known that, as long as I was mediating him, Jesse was going to be in a big stressy. He gets jealous easily. Which, although extremely flattering, can be very irritating. The ghost looked pretty uncomfortable at his sudden appearance. And why shouldn't he? He was faced with me clinging to an 18th century cowboy (sorry Jesse, but that is what you look like) with my lips fully pouted ready for a snog-a-roony.
"Um, hey. Are-are you the mediator?" He asked, eyeing us warily. I sighed and climbed down from Jesse. I was about to ask him if he could come back later, but I guess Jesse saw my scowl and nudged me. Great, now I had to be polite.
"Yes, yes I am. My name is Suze and I will be your mediator for your ghost days. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, and I will be happy to answer them for you. Now, how may I help?" I said all this with a huge phoney smile plastered on my face with my teeth gritted.
But the new ghost obviously found me a little bit funny – how could he not? – because he smiled and visibly relaxed.
"Hey, my name's Sean and I'd like to move on to my afterlife or wherever it is I go." He had a nice smile.
"Excellent. That's what I like to hear. So...how did you die?" No need to beat around the bush. Sean's smile shrank and he looked down quickly. He fidgeted with his hands and sat down on one of the desks.
"I got shot. In a mall. This guy had just stolen this lady's purse and was running through the crowds. He started...he started firing random shots," Sean broke off and a single tear fell onto his shoes. I moved from Jesse's side and sat down next to Sean.
"It's OK, don't worry. You can don't have to continue," I said, and stroked his arm gently. Sean looked up at me and I noticed his eyes were grey. They matched his shirt.
"I was the only one to get hit. I-I jumped in front of my girlfriend. I didn't want her to get hurt. Good thing I did, eh?" His eyes searched mine, pleading me to agree. I smiled encouragingly and he gave me the briefest of one back.
"I-I know she's blaming herself, I just want her to know...I don't blame her. It was my choice, I didn't want her to die. She has to know that. I'd do it again if I could." He paused and wiped his eyes. "My parents don't blame her. They treated as if she were their daughter," he gave a short laugh, "they were already planning our wedding, our kids' names. Now they don't have to bother." I put my arm around him and he leaned into me. I had tears in my eyes, it was so sweet.
Then my damn school bell rang and everyone jumped about a foot in the air. Sean laughed and wiped his eyes again.
"Susannah, why don't I take Sean to Father Dominic?" Jesse said. I'd forgotten he was even there.
"Yeah, OK. I gotta get to class. Sean, we'll talk more tonight, OK? And, I'm sorry. About what's happened. I really am." Jesse gave me a brief shocked look, I don't blame him. I had never shown much sympathy to any ghost before. Sean just smiled and both he and Jesse dematerialised. I sighed and slid off the desk. Back to school...
Whoopee.
A/N: See? It IS getting more interesting! And this new ghost will be lotsa trouble, just you wait and see...MOOWAHHAHAHAA * backs away slowly *
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"Querida, I've been looking all over for you," he smiled as he materialised. He heard the distant choking and turned to the noise. His face instantly darkened. "What are you doing here, Slater?"
Paul was too busy trying to breathe so I kindly answered for him.
"Oh, erm, he was just having lunch and started choking on a piece of food. I heard him and came in to see what was going on. Then you arrived. As soon as I entered the classroom. A split second after. As soon as I stepped into the room," I was babbling. But I couldn't let Jesse know that I had made a bargain for his life. If he ever found out about my lessons with Paul, he would be furious. Strike that - he would be murderous.
So I was willing to lie about them. And if Paul decided to spill the beans on what we were discussing, then I would spill the beans on what Paul was doing to me. And we both know Jesse is willing to let do some serious damage to Paul.
Jesse walked over to me and put a protective arm around my waist. I beamed up at him. Paul finally stopped choking and glowered at Jesse. I swear to God their eyes were burning red as they met. I felt like I belonged in a movie. Two hot guys, one gorgeous girl. Come on, I'm not exactly a dog! Give a girl a break. So, yeah, it was every girl's dream. But then I saw their clenched fists and jumping jaw muscles and I decided to make my move before they began ripping each other's guts out. Well, seeing as Jesse has no guts, Paul would probably be...oh never mind. Basically, they would both get hurt, unless I stepped in, and fast.
"Well, it was nice trying to save you, Paul, but Jesse and I would really appreciate some alone time now," I said happily. With a smile that said, 'Don't even try to stay because we will both kick your ass'. Paul stood up, glared at Jesse, who in turn scowled back, briefly glanced at me, and then stormed out of the classroom.
I turned to Jesse who was still scowling at the closed door.
"I don't trust him, querida," he said, looking down at me with those big, brown eyes of his. I resisted the urge to jump at him and cling to him like one of those howler monkeys you see holding onto their moms.
"Well duh, Jesse. Of course you don't trust him. He tried to exorcize you then beat you up. Any sane person wouldn't trust him." There was a slight breeze coming through the classroom window and it was tugging at his shirt, you know, the one that opens down to there. Jesse brought my gaze from his washboard abs up to his face when he started to speak. I stared at that even harder. How could anybody so perfect have reason to be murdered?
"Querida, I just came from Father Dominic's," Jesse had a smile, tugging at his lips. A sure sign he knew something and was desperately trying to not let it burst out.
"Cool," I said unenthusiastically. This was obviously not how Jess had wanted me to respond and he frowned with frustration. I laughed at his face. He is so adorable!
"Fine, fine. And what did Father Dominic have to say Jesse? Please, do tell, I'm just dying to know," I gushed in a very false girly voice.
"If you're going to be like that, Susannah..." He pouted.
I sighed gustily. All I wanted to do was throw myself at him; did he really think I cared what Father D had to say, about anything?
"Fine, Jesse. What did Father Dom have to say to you?"
"He's agreed to me moving back in with you," now Jesse's smile was evident. It was big and full of joy. My heart stopped.
"What?!"
"He said it would be good for me to protect you from Paul, in case he tried to hurt you again," explained Jesse. Okay, now I really thought I was going to burst, I was so excited. Instead I screamed and threw my arms round his neck.
Just as Jesse was leaning in to give me a full-on kiss, a glimmer from the corner of the classroom caught both of our attention. Great.
It was a ghost. A cute seventeen year old guy from my period of time. I would've been excited about making the acquaintance of someone this buff if I hadn't known that, as long as I was mediating him, Jesse was going to be in a big stressy. He gets jealous easily. Which, although extremely flattering, can be very irritating. The ghost looked pretty uncomfortable at his sudden appearance. And why shouldn't he? He was faced with me clinging to an 18th century cowboy (sorry Jesse, but that is what you look like) with my lips fully pouted ready for a snog-a-roony.
"Um, hey. Are-are you the mediator?" He asked, eyeing us warily. I sighed and climbed down from Jesse. I was about to ask him if he could come back later, but I guess Jesse saw my scowl and nudged me. Great, now I had to be polite.
"Yes, yes I am. My name is Suze and I will be your mediator for your ghost days. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me, and I will be happy to answer them for you. Now, how may I help?" I said all this with a huge phoney smile plastered on my face with my teeth gritted.
But the new ghost obviously found me a little bit funny – how could he not? – because he smiled and visibly relaxed.
"Hey, my name's Sean and I'd like to move on to my afterlife or wherever it is I go." He had a nice smile.
"Excellent. That's what I like to hear. So...how did you die?" No need to beat around the bush. Sean's smile shrank and he looked down quickly. He fidgeted with his hands and sat down on one of the desks.
"I got shot. In a mall. This guy had just stolen this lady's purse and was running through the crowds. He started...he started firing random shots," Sean broke off and a single tear fell onto his shoes. I moved from Jesse's side and sat down next to Sean.
"It's OK, don't worry. You can don't have to continue," I said, and stroked his arm gently. Sean looked up at me and I noticed his eyes were grey. They matched his shirt.
"I was the only one to get hit. I-I jumped in front of my girlfriend. I didn't want her to get hurt. Good thing I did, eh?" His eyes searched mine, pleading me to agree. I smiled encouragingly and he gave me the briefest of one back.
"I-I know she's blaming herself, I just want her to know...I don't blame her. It was my choice, I didn't want her to die. She has to know that. I'd do it again if I could." He paused and wiped his eyes. "My parents don't blame her. They treated as if she were their daughter," he gave a short laugh, "they were already planning our wedding, our kids' names. Now they don't have to bother." I put my arm around him and he leaned into me. I had tears in my eyes, it was so sweet.
Then my damn school bell rang and everyone jumped about a foot in the air. Sean laughed and wiped his eyes again.
"Susannah, why don't I take Sean to Father Dominic?" Jesse said. I'd forgotten he was even there.
"Yeah, OK. I gotta get to class. Sean, we'll talk more tonight, OK? And, I'm sorry. About what's happened. I really am." Jesse gave me a brief shocked look, I don't blame him. I had never shown much sympathy to any ghost before. Sean just smiled and both he and Jesse dematerialised. I sighed and slid off the desk. Back to school...
Whoopee.