Timeout
By: ChocolateEclar
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with the Mediator Series by Meg Cabot/Jenny Carroll, including Jesse (no fair), Suze, Paul, Father D, CeeCee, Adam, etc.
Claimer: I own Miss Evelyn "Eve" Gemma and the plot. (I still wish I owned Jesse instead of Eve.) I may not own the fact that Jesse has five sisters (ages 6-16 when he died), but I do own who the five girls are – i.e. their personalities and names. In short, I also own Juanita "Nita" De Silva, Estefana De Silva, Felicidad "Felly" De Silva, Dolores "Dolly" De Silva, and most of all Carmen De Silva.
To Sma: "Queridaness?" (laughs) Nice new word. Thanks for reviewing!
To aZn-DiViN3-bLeU: Yeah, CeeCee and Adam helped save the day. I left a little clue in Chapter 15: He Used to Haunt My Bedroom about how Adam would find out Suze was a mediator through CeeCee, but I didn't saw when or how… But now you know. (laughs) Thanks for the reviews!
To UnangelicHalo: (laughs) Yes, Jesse tied to a fence. Hehe.
Ah, fluffy goodness ahead…
…as well as a new chapter of Confessions I have yet to write as of 6/18/04. Hehe.
Thanks you for all the reviews!
To Clavel: I'll say it with you:
Paul is so busted! Busted! Busted! Busted! Lalalalalala! (laughs) Thank you for reviewing!
To Luna Gypsy: Yep, over. It's it sad? This is my first really, really successful fanfic and I hate to end it, but it can't go on forever I'm afraid. Thanks for the review!
To Kaitie the Rob Junkie: I kept confusing myself with those twists and turns. My imagination likes to leave me in the dust. (laughs) Thanks for reviewing!
To InvisibleRain: Thank you so much for the review! This was your first Mediator fanfic? Well, I feel lucky. (laughs) I'm on the Meg Cabot Message Board frequently myself. Thanks again!
A/N: I used a little bit of Spanish this chapter. Hopefully, I translated it properly. If not, just let me know.
Epilogue: Angels & Devils
I used to think being a mediator was a curse. Then, I met Jesse. Jesse can change your mind about a lot of things really – like how it feels to be called "querida." Yeah, overall, being a mediator isn't so bad.
On the other hand, Paul Slater is a mediator too, and yet he can manage to abuse that power in every way. He doesn't bother me anymore though. His grandpa, Dr. Slaski, decided to use something Paul had occasionally used on his little brother to keep him out of his way. Dr. Slaski sucked away Paul's shifter abilities. Unlike Paul though, he didn't just drain him temporarily, he made it so that Paul would stay powerless for as long as Dr. Slaski wanted.
To say Paul liked this idea would be totally false. He tried to break into the vault in Dr. Slaski's mansion – where his powers where kept on this cool, blue-glowing scroll thingy – more times than I thought possible in ten years.
Sometimes, he succeeded too.
Then, Jesse, Adam, CeeCee, Father Dom, Dr. Slaski, and I would have a hard time stopping him for awhile – in which time he would unleash freaky new abilities and powerful ghosts, like a sumo wrestler ghost (which almost flattened me), a Revolutionary Soldier named Jonathan (who had a really thick British accent and a sharp bayonet), and a bunch of other annoying historic people.
Eventually, Paul just went overseas for college and we haven't seen him since. He could be in some African country doing voodoo magic to get back his powers though…
But who's to know?
About a week after Eve moved on and Paul's mediator talents were taken away, CeeCee and Adam became an item. I am not kidding either. It was like out of nowhere Adam went up to CeeCee and was like, "You wanna go for a root beer float after school?"
CeeCee kind of looked shocked for a bit – in which time I was behind Adam giving her the thumbs up sign after getting over my own surprise – and then she said, "Yeah. Sure."
They've been dating ever since.
Well, they broke up once over some environmental project. They were on opposite sides.
Later, it was funny though.
Now, Jesse and I have had our spats, but never broken up. In fact, I don't think we were ever apart for very long even when I went to college at NoCal – Northern California State College. I mean, I was home everyday by dinner and was with Jesse on the weekends. I got my major in fashion design at NoCal and now, I own my own little line of fashion that I sell in two shops – one in Carmel and one in San Francisco. Not bad, considering I'm only nearly twenty-seven, a mediator, and a mother.
Yes, you heard me right. I am a mother and not just of one child, but three. I bet I'll have more too. I only caught glimpses of them, but I like Jesse's big family.
At this very moment, Jesse is behind me, rubbing my shoulders while reading a book in his other head. Figures. He's aging well. I wonder what he'll look like with gray hair…
I shifted closer to Jesse, causing him to smile. His eyes peered at me laughingly over his book. I glanced at the title and grabbed the book. "Jesse," I laughed. "How do you find this interesting?"
"Susannah," Jesse said, grinning, "that happens to be very fascinating."
"I'm so sure. The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions, and the Quest for the Ultimate Theory?" I teased.
"Just because the title is long doesn't mean isn't boring," claimed Jesse, attempting to snatch the book from me by leaning over my crossed legs on the bed and towards my outstretched hand.
This scene ended with him and I wrestling for the book and ending up on top of each other. Now, how'd that happen? Hmm…
At the sound of a shout of rage, we reluctantly cut off a kiss.
"¡Dé esa espalda!" shouted the voice of a little girl.
You know, living with a Latin Hottie has actually resulted in me knowing what a lot of Spanish endearments mean. I took Spanish all four years in college to learn everything else. Take "¡Dé esa espalda!" for example. That means, "Give that back!" See? I know more than "querida."
"¡Bastarda!"
My children have picked up the language very easily I'm afraid.
Jesse was off of me and out of the room in seconds. I could hear him yelling outside my window. I pushed it open and stared down from the second floor.
"Carmen Lucia De Silva!" he hollered. "You know you're not allowed to use such words!"
"But, Papá, Rosalinda took Mariposa!" protested five-year-old Carmen. She was named after Jesse's youngest sister of course, which makes her Carmen Lucia De Silva the Third.
Tiny Rosalinda – who was no taller than Jesse's knee – made a sheepish smile and held up the doll in her hands, Mariposa, for Jesse to give back to Carmen.
"Now both of you say you're sorry," Jesse ordered, softening.
"Sorry," both little girls whispered. Jesse handed Mariposa back to Carmen who giggled and ran towards the swing set in the corner of the backyard.
It made me smile when Jesse picked up Rosie, carried her over to the swings, and lifted her on one. Rosie beamed and said, "Push! Push!"
It made me smile even more when I heard the baby in the nursery cooing and giggling at something. I peeked inside to see a faintly glowing woman standing over the crib. She was middle-aged with short red-dyed hair and a wide face.
"He won't be able to help you," I pointed out, stepping inside the little circular room.
The ghost turned to me and said, "I know, but I'm in no hurry. I love children."
"Did you have any?" I asked politely.
"Seven," replied the woman. "I'm Carissa by the way."
"I'm Suze. Seven?" I gasped. I wasn't ready for that many. "I have three myself."
"What is his name?" Carissa queried, gazing at my baby boy peering up at her with wide green eyes.
"Tobias," I replied.
"Ah, little Toby," whispered Carissa, brushing Toby's dark hair out of his eyes.
Toby laughed and reached up his arms to be held. Carissa stood aside for me to reach down and pick up the infant.
"Now," I said to Carissa, "What's your glitch?"
"I need to know my children are all right," Carissa explained.
"All seven?" I asked, suppressing a groan.
"Yes," replied Carissa, beaming.
Oh great. Now I have to find a babysitter.
"Hey, Father Dom."
"Ah, what do you need, Susannah?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, innocently.
"You always need something," Father Dominic grunted. "Now what is it?"
"Oh, well…" I said. "I need a babysitter."
"A babysitter?" repeated Father D dryly.
"Yep."
"For your three children?"
"Yeah."
He sighed and muttered, "Why me?"
"CeeCee and Adam are in Florida and you know kids. You're a principal!" I answered.
"True. Are mediator duties keeping you and Jesse away from the children?" Father Dom queried.
"Yeah," I said. "So can you watch Toby, Rosie, and Carmenita?"
"Fine, Susannah," grumbled Father Dominic. "I just want a promise that you'll tell them no Play Dough this time."
"Sure thing," I said with a chuckle.
My little angels.
"¡Tonta!" came Carmen's voice from the hallway outside the bedrooms.
"Papi!" Rosie shouted.
Well, maybe not angels all the time.
"Carmen, what did I say…?" Jesse objected. I could just picture him eyeing her with his arms crossed and a book in one hand.
"Tonta is nicer than bastarda though," Carmen protested. I bet her dark eyes were big and her lips furrowed.
"Carmen…" Jesse grumbled.
"Lo siento," apologized Carmen.
"You in trouble!" teased Rosie. She had a slight Spanish accent from speaking the language so often. It came out mildly squeaky out of her small frame.
"Grrr, Rosalinda –" Carmen hissed.
I could hear Jesse groan. He was probably shaking his head as he steered each girl into their respective rooms for a timeout.
Timeout…
Strange how I can never forget that word. It could've changed all this. Could've made it never happen. I couldn't bear it if that had happened.
Hmm, which reminds me. What is the last "little angel" doing?
Crash!
Well, that explains that.
"Tobias De Silva, nooo!"
A/N: Now, here is where you guys decide the future. Should I make a little sequel with the three "little angels" in it as kids or teenagers? Or have Paul come back? Or both? Or should I not do a sequel altogether? Or do you have any other ideas? Let me know.
A/N 2: Now, I have to say this again, REVIEW! Please? I'm dying to break 100, but if I don't – oh well. I just need your opinion on this and your responses to the A/N 1 questions. I'll still be continuing "Confessions" for awhile either way. I'll do atleast one more round of the five girls' chapters.
A/N 3: Until we meet again! Bye!