A/N: Did you miss me? Say yes. You can always catch me for a short time
(until she updates, I'm guessing) on ShadowKat's Mediator fanfics. I have a
lovely (and short) Author's Note there. Wait. if I'm not the author, only a
reviewer/friend/fellow author, wouldn't that NOT be and Author's Note? Oh,
poo, I'm confusing myself again. Yeah. Anyway, where was I? Right. The
story.
Chapter 3
It was sort of nice, you know, to be in charge of the situation. Well, all right, I was about as much in charge as Derek was-and that wasn't much. But at least this time around I was ready. Or at least, I thought I was ready.
Which is why the next day found me outside the gates of Junipero Serra Mission Academy, waiting for the Agency to pick me up.
I was only waiting there for about five minutes before the black sedan-the same car they'd used before-showed up, exactly when Derek had told me it would. The door opened and a pair of guards emerged-different from the ones before, but still as big and beefy-from the backseat of the car.
Before they could grab me-I swear these people are have no creativity, it was almost identical to the scene that had taken place several months ago-I held up my hands and went, "Hey, hold it."
They stopped and sort of just blinked dumbly at me. Great, it's good to know the Agency employed such intelligent staff. I rolled my eyes, sighing. "I'm very capable of getting in myself," I said. Then I walked past the two dumbfounded giants-because, compared to me at least, that's what they were- and got into the car.
I just hoped that I wasn't making a very big mistake.
***
Jesse materialized in one of the offices on the second floor of the new Agency building. He'd never gone much farther than the prison cell he'd been forced to call home for over a week months ago, and this was the first time he had gone up to the second floor.
He didn't know the name of the woman sitting in front of him and he didn't particularly want to know. She was in charge of the Agency-she had been the one who had organized it and she was a large part of the reason why Susannah seemed to forever be chained to this place.
She looked up at him. "Hello, Jesse," she said with a small, knowing smile. "What can I do for you?"
"What," Jesse asked tersely, "is he doing here?"
Shuffling the papers on her desk, she answered, "I'm afraid I don't know of whom you are speaking."
"You know perfectly well who I am talking about."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. De Silva," she said after a moment, "What the agency chooses to do with its agents is none of your business." She held up a hand, silencing Jesse's protests. "I am aware that you believe it is your business, but I, and most of the Agency, for that matter, disagree with you." She stood, taking papers from her desk with her. "Now, if you'll excuse me." Without another word, she walked past him and out of the room.
***
I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the room the Agency had given me. There weren't any cameras in this one, like I'd half-expected there to be, but there were cameras outside my door and all around the corridors.
Someone knocked on the door. I ignored them, closing my eyes. I might have walked right into a trap, but that didn't mean I was going to deal with it right then. I needed time to think over what I was going to do, because really, I had no clue.
The knocking continued. I rolled off my bed, going to the door. "Go away," I said to whoever was on the other side.
"Susannah," a familiar voice said from the other side of the door. "Susannah, please let me in."
I swung open the door almost before he had the chance to finish his sentence. "Jesse?"
Jesse entered my room, glancing around, as if he expected someone else to be there. I was surprised, to say the least. The last time I'd been stuck at the Agency, I had only been able to see Jesse a couple of times, and that was only when-
I shook my head, trying to forget the memory. Jesse was safe now. No one was trying to control him. But I still couldn't get the picture of him out of my head-sitting in that cell, unmoving and helpless.
"Why didn't you just materialize?" I asked finally, after a long moment of silence.
Jesse glanced at me. "I tried, but the Agency evidently did something to this room-or to me-that won't allow me to enter that way." Then he came forward and took me in his arms, murmuring stuff in Spanish into my hair. "Querida," he said, "are you all right?" He looked down at me, concern evident in his eyes.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed me back for a moment, then, reluctantly, let me go.
"Susannah, you have to be very careful," he warned. He reached out and stroked my cheek. That one touch sent shivers up my spine. "Things are more complicated this time."
"I know."
"No." Jesse shook his head earnestly. "No, you don't understand. Things have changed more than you realize." He sighed, and then took his hand away from my cheek. "I wish I could say more-" he broke off. "I should go," he finally said.
"Don't go," I said suddenly, taking his hand.
"Susannah-"
"We don't have to do anything," I said quickly. "I just-could you just stay with me for awhile?" I don't know why I wanted Jesse there right then. I suppose it just made me feel better-safer-to have him there with me.
Jesse sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "All right," he relented.
***
A/N: Are y'all happy now? Now, I have a bone to pick with all the authors who I so like, some of whom have been complaining that I need to update my story: YOU ALL NEED TO UPDATE! See, I can say that now with a clear conscience since I just updated mine. And yeah, you all know who you are. :P Oh, and did you notice how the dude in charge of the agency is a she and not a he? Interesting, isn't it?
Chapter 3
It was sort of nice, you know, to be in charge of the situation. Well, all right, I was about as much in charge as Derek was-and that wasn't much. But at least this time around I was ready. Or at least, I thought I was ready.
Which is why the next day found me outside the gates of Junipero Serra Mission Academy, waiting for the Agency to pick me up.
I was only waiting there for about five minutes before the black sedan-the same car they'd used before-showed up, exactly when Derek had told me it would. The door opened and a pair of guards emerged-different from the ones before, but still as big and beefy-from the backseat of the car.
Before they could grab me-I swear these people are have no creativity, it was almost identical to the scene that had taken place several months ago-I held up my hands and went, "Hey, hold it."
They stopped and sort of just blinked dumbly at me. Great, it's good to know the Agency employed such intelligent staff. I rolled my eyes, sighing. "I'm very capable of getting in myself," I said. Then I walked past the two dumbfounded giants-because, compared to me at least, that's what they were- and got into the car.
I just hoped that I wasn't making a very big mistake.
***
Jesse materialized in one of the offices on the second floor of the new Agency building. He'd never gone much farther than the prison cell he'd been forced to call home for over a week months ago, and this was the first time he had gone up to the second floor.
He didn't know the name of the woman sitting in front of him and he didn't particularly want to know. She was in charge of the Agency-she had been the one who had organized it and she was a large part of the reason why Susannah seemed to forever be chained to this place.
She looked up at him. "Hello, Jesse," she said with a small, knowing smile. "What can I do for you?"
"What," Jesse asked tersely, "is he doing here?"
Shuffling the papers on her desk, she answered, "I'm afraid I don't know of whom you are speaking."
"You know perfectly well who I am talking about."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Mr. De Silva," she said after a moment, "What the agency chooses to do with its agents is none of your business." She held up a hand, silencing Jesse's protests. "I am aware that you believe it is your business, but I, and most of the Agency, for that matter, disagree with you." She stood, taking papers from her desk with her. "Now, if you'll excuse me." Without another word, she walked past him and out of the room.
***
I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the room the Agency had given me. There weren't any cameras in this one, like I'd half-expected there to be, but there were cameras outside my door and all around the corridors.
Someone knocked on the door. I ignored them, closing my eyes. I might have walked right into a trap, but that didn't mean I was going to deal with it right then. I needed time to think over what I was going to do, because really, I had no clue.
The knocking continued. I rolled off my bed, going to the door. "Go away," I said to whoever was on the other side.
"Susannah," a familiar voice said from the other side of the door. "Susannah, please let me in."
I swung open the door almost before he had the chance to finish his sentence. "Jesse?"
Jesse entered my room, glancing around, as if he expected someone else to be there. I was surprised, to say the least. The last time I'd been stuck at the Agency, I had only been able to see Jesse a couple of times, and that was only when-
I shook my head, trying to forget the memory. Jesse was safe now. No one was trying to control him. But I still couldn't get the picture of him out of my head-sitting in that cell, unmoving and helpless.
"Why didn't you just materialize?" I asked finally, after a long moment of silence.
Jesse glanced at me. "I tried, but the Agency evidently did something to this room-or to me-that won't allow me to enter that way." Then he came forward and took me in his arms, murmuring stuff in Spanish into my hair. "Querida," he said, "are you all right?" He looked down at me, concern evident in his eyes.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed me back for a moment, then, reluctantly, let me go.
"Susannah, you have to be very careful," he warned. He reached out and stroked my cheek. That one touch sent shivers up my spine. "Things are more complicated this time."
"I know."
"No." Jesse shook his head earnestly. "No, you don't understand. Things have changed more than you realize." He sighed, and then took his hand away from my cheek. "I wish I could say more-" he broke off. "I should go," he finally said.
"Don't go," I said suddenly, taking his hand.
"Susannah-"
"We don't have to do anything," I said quickly. "I just-could you just stay with me for awhile?" I don't know why I wanted Jesse there right then. I suppose it just made me feel better-safer-to have him there with me.
Jesse sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "All right," he relented.
***
A/N: Are y'all happy now? Now, I have a bone to pick with all the authors who I so like, some of whom have been complaining that I need to update my story: YOU ALL NEED TO UPDATE! See, I can say that now with a clear conscience since I just updated mine. And yeah, you all know who you are. :P Oh, and did you notice how the dude in charge of the agency is a she and not a he? Interesting, isn't it?