Jesse's POV:
"Susannah?" I called out in our room. She may have been in the bathroom, showering, but a quick peek in there told me she wasn't. Then I saw something on her pillow I'd missed before.

"I warned you all. Little Suze will be mine again."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. That...el puto....he'd kidnapped mi querida! He's got her trapped Dios knows where, and will do Dios knows what before we can get to her...

Jesse, no, don't think like that. You will get to her before he does anything to her.

I put on my clothes and saw that Susannah's dress was still lying where we'd thrown it the night before. That meant that he'd taken her with nothing on....I began to pray that we found Susannah before he did anything.

I ran to the main room of our suite, and broke the news to CeeCee and Adam. Then we called the police, who arrived when Susannah's mother and stepfather did.

In a broken voice, I told them about the kidnapping. I had no idea where she was, but since her body wasn't here, I could rule out shifting to the shadowland. Unless...Unless Slater took her somewhere, and then shifted her there...

I put my head in my hands and groaned. "I knew he would find a way to ruin this..." I said crossly. "Everything was perfect. I proposed, she said yes, we were so frickin' happy and then-"

"Wait, she said yes?" Susannah's mother said. I nodded. Mrs. Ackerman smiled and said, "Oh, that's great!"

"It would be, if he hadn't interferred again." I got up off the couch and said, "Well, I'll be in touch."

"Where are you going?" Mr. Ackerman asked me.

"To find my fiancee." I said, leaving the suite.

Suze's POV:
Ok, when I get out of here, I'm going out for the track team. Seriously. As much as I've run from Paul, I'd win every meet, or whatever they call the races.

Two days into my capture, Paul was on top of me, attempting to screw me again. He'd succeeded in forcing it from me about twenty times, but I was sick of it. I was sick of running further down the damn hallway after every attack. This time, I was fighting for all I was worth- and actually winning. Paul went flying, landing painfully against a door. I scrambled up and started running. "Suze, You can't escape!" Paul called after me.

"Wanna bet, asswipe?" I yelled back. There had to be a way out! There HAD TO BE!

I heard his footsteps behind me, but I kept running. I ran until I couldn't hear anything but the pounding of my heart. This was not the same pounding Jesse had given me. This pounding was fear.

I tripped over what I assumed was fog. My arms flew out in front of me as I landed on my side, and somehow grabbed hold of the edge of something. I pulled myself forward to see that it was some weird portal. It looked like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring over the edge, looking at my body.

My body that happened to be tied up- literally- at Paul's house.

Like, in his bed.

I shuddered. Damn him. From the look of things, he'd tied me to the bed and then placed his own body next to mine before shifting us up here. How he got me out of the hotel in the first place was beyond me, but I didn't waste anytime thinking about it.

I jumped into the portal, landing on the carpet next to the bed. "Now, how to get into my body?" I mused. I tried to pick up my arm, and discovered that I could. It was heavy but I could. So, I untied my wrists from the bed, and then decided to do something I'd seen in movies.

I laid down on top of my body and the next thing I knew, I was staring up at the ceiling. "Yes!" I squealed. I sat up and started to leave, then remembered my nakedness. Casting Paul a dirty look, I said, "I hope you don't mind..."

Twenty minutes later, I was driving off in Paul's BMW, wearing one of his shirts and shorts. I was going to have to shower for a year before I felt clean again, but I didn't care. I'd pay the high water bill if I had to. I drove around in circles before deciding where to go.

I passed by the hotel where I'd had my party. I hoped someone had remembered my dress when they were packing up...

I passed the mission, and considered stopping to talk to Father Dom. I almost did, but then I saw the one person I really wanted to talk to coming out of the main doors.

Jesse.

I pulled in the driveway and put the car in park, not stopping to take the keys out. I ran with all the strength I had left up to Jesse and caught him from behind.

"What the- QUERIDA!" Jesse yelled. "Dios, you're OK!" He wrapped me in his arms.

"In a manner of speaking, yeah." I grinned at him.

"Was it Slater?" Jesse asked as he led me inside to Father Dom's office.

I nodded. I had to tell him what happened up there...I just didn't want to. I know he loved me, and wouldn't blame me for it...It's still not something you want to tell your fiance. "Oh, yeah, I was kidnapped by Satan himself, and he raped me about twenty times, but I'll be ok." Yeah, it just doesn't roll off the tongue.

Jesse sensed that something had happened, because he cupped my face in his hands and said, "Querida, did he hurt you?" I knew what he was asking, not specifically had he hurt me, but if he'd forced himself on me. I couldn't look Jesse in the eye as I nodded a silent "Yes."

Jesse didn't release my face, however. He kissed me lightly, and I almost thought everything was going to be semi-ok.

Then I noticed all the lockers rattling.

And saw how Jesse's scar was glowing like crazy.

"I take it you're going to kill him?" I said, as tears started to fall.

Jesse just nodded and kept walking me to Father Dom's office.

"Ok." I said. I think this surprised him, because I've been doing the anti- violence thing. Screw anti-violence. Anti-violence has gotten me shot, kidnapped, raped, and basically scared for my life. Paul Slater can die for all I care. "Querida, you mean...you're going to let me kill him?"

"Yes."

Jesse didn't say anything, just tightened his grip on my waist. "Y te amo." he said, nibbling my ear. I really need to learn Spanish....It had to be good though. (A/N: I read in another fanfic that Y Te Amo translates into I Love You)

I hoped...

We reached Father Dom's office, and I sighed deeply as I threw open the door.

"Susannah!" Father Dom cried as I walked in and collapsed in one of the leather chairs that was in front of his desk. "Oh, thank God you're alright!"

"She's far from alright, Father." Jesse retorted. I sent him a look. "Jesse, I'll be fine. No lasting damage, I don't think." Maybe a few bruises from being shoved up against the door, but you know...Nothing like the millions of stitches I've had.

Jesse sighed. He took my left hand and kissed it. Suddenly, I had a thought....A very horrible thought..."Jesse, we're still, like, engaged, right?" I hoped we were, I hoped he wasn't going to break it off just because Paul decided to get phsyical.

Jesse laughed slightly. "Of course we are, querida." He kissed my hand again. "Why wouldn't we be?"

I sent him a look that clearly said why I had to ask.

Father Dom looked so confused, but he brushed it off and picked up the phone. "Susannah, who should we call first? The police, or your parents?"

Like I had to think about it. "My parents." They had to know I was Ok, in a manner of speaking. Father Dom started dialing.

"Hello?" Came my mom's tearful voice.

I couldn't help it. "Mommy?" I said, tears pricking at my eyes.

"Susie! Oh, dear, where are you? Are you alright? What happened?" My mom started asking a million questions. When she finally ceased, I said, "Mom, I'm fine. Shaken up, but fine. I'll need to go to the hospital," Again, I didn't add. Just when I was starting to have a record and not be there every other week. "And then we'll have to talk to the cops. I'm at the Mission now, I'll be home as soon as possible."

"Susie, is Father Dom there? Or Jesse? I think he said he was going to check there for you." Mom asked, sounding like she was crying.

"Yeah, their both here. Which one do you want to talk to?"

Mom asked to speak with Father Dom. I passed the phone over, and hiked up the shorts I was wearing. "Susannah...What, exactly, are you wearing?"

I looked down guiltily. "Well...After I got out of the shadowland, and was back in my body, I was naked, and I couldn't very well run out of Paul's house naked, so I had to grab something, and so I just grabbed a shirt and shorts from his closet, and I feel really unclean wearing them, and I think I'm going to have a bonfire when I get home." I said before Jesse cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"Ok, what did you say?" Jesse asked.

I slowed down and told Jesse the whole story, starting with how I went back to sleep in his arms at the hotel, and then was in the Shadowland. Then my two days of hell, running between attacks, finally getting to that portal thing, finding my body in Paul's bed, freaking out, untying myself, getting back into my body, and then needing clothes. When I was done, Jesse looked murderous.

Not that he doesn't always look that way when Paul's name is brought up.

"Susannah, your mother has requested that either Jesse or myself take you to the hospital, and then to the police station." Father Dom said, breaking Jesse and I's private moment. "How, pray tell, did you get here?"

"I kinda borrowed Paul's BMW." I squeaked.

"Borrowed or stole?" Father Dom asked accusitivly.

"I think borrowed is the right word, seeing as he freaking kidnapped me!" I said, only I didn't say freaking.

"Ok, ok." Father Dom said. Jesse was gripping the back of my chair. "Borrowed it is."

"Damn straight." I said, standing up. "Let's motor." Jesse led me out to Father Dom's car while Father D locked up the school.

About a half hour later, I was sitting in an examination room, wearing one of those paper gowns they give you in hospitals. The doctor- Dr. Johnson, one I'd met before on one of my many hospitals visits- kept asking me a million questions about the kidnapping. She was pretty cool, and I was totally comfortable. The only downside was I was alone while they did the examination.

Before I knew it, they were done. Dr. Johnson said that it would be a little while before they would know if I'd gotten anything from it. I pulled on Paul's stupid shirt and shorts, and went out to the waiting area where Jesse and Father Dom were waiting for me with my mom.

"Susie!!!!!!" I didn't even flinch at the hated nickname. I was so happy to see my mom! She handed me a bag that held clean clothes for me to wear. "I figured you would need some." she said tearfully.

"Thank God!" I cried. I rushed to put on my clean clothes, and then put Paul's in a bag. "Anyone got any matches?" I asked innocently, holding the bag with disdain.

Jesse produced a pack of matches he'd gotten in Father Dom's office. I grinned. "So, can I have a bonfire on the beach tonight? I need to burn this."

Mom agreed to it. That night, Jesse and I went to the beach with Cee and Adam, and built a huge bonfire. As I pulled the clothes out of the bag, CeeCee said, "Do you have any idea how much money you could get from Kelly Prescott for those?"

"I have an idea." I put the shirt on a big long stick I'd found. Holding it over the fire, I said, "And I don't care. The look on her face if she finds out I burnt Paul's clothes would be so much better!" The shirt crackled as I dropped it in the fire. "Burn in hell, Paul." I whispered so that only I could hear me. Jesse may have heard it too, he held me tighter to him.

The shorts were next to go. After several jokes from the peanut gallery (namely Adam), they were joining the shirt in hell. I sat there, in Jesse's arms, staring at the flames, wondering how my life could be such a mess.

But it wasn't a complete mess. I mean, I was engaged to the guy I was going to love for all eternity. That was the silver lining to my cloud.

After a few hours, we all went home. Well, Adam drove CeeCee home, and Jesse and I sat in my car for awhile.

"Susannah? Are you alright?" Jesse said quietly as I sat there with my head on the steering wheel.

I mumbled something- even I don't know what I said- and closed my eyes. I was tired. I was trying to wear this brave face for everyone, so no one would pity me, and it was wearing me out. Jesse must have guessed what I was thinking or something, because he lifted my head from the steering wheel and said, "Querida, you don't have to pretend to be OK if you aren't."

"But I am." I said. I really was. "I just don't want people to feel sorry for me. I'm fine."

Jesse kissed me. I missed his kisses. "So, when did you want to get married?" I asked as we pulled apart. I started the car.

"After we've finished college, querida." Jesse said. "And have secure jobs." Wow, Jesse was seriously thinking 21st century.

"Ok then." I said. I didn't mind a long engagement. It would be nice, plenty of time to plan out details and all that.

We pulled into my driveway. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, glowing (not in a ghost way, but in a 'I'm-so-psyched' way) about something. "Susie, the police called. Apparently, Mr. Slater died in his sleep."

So that explains the glow.