Title: My Worse Nightmare

Disclaimer: Come on, like I own the mediator series. Yeah, I'm a millionaire best selling author and I resort to fanfiction...but wait...isn't fanfiction for FANS? All right, I admit it, I'm a fan. (HUGE fan, actually...not that I'm fat....lol)

Summary: Suze encounters a ghost who wants her to tell his son that he is doing okay. But Suze finds that his son isn't exactly the kind of person she thought he would be.

Great. Just Great. There I was standing in front of the the spookiest house ever with no ride back home. I swear the things I do for the good of....well the world I guess.

It was all that guy's fault. It was really impossible to be mean to him. I was in class listening intently to the teacher's lecture (ha yeah right) when I noticed there was a ghost standing right inside the door staring at me. Obviously he had been looking over at me for quite some time. It was kind of freaky. I mean, he was just so polite about it. He stood over there as if it were a normal day, just waiting. There was no disgusted or angry look on his face. He actually looked....well pleasant. If that's possible for a ghost. And he didn't even really stare at me. He just looked over at me until I noticed. Not a care in the world. He looked like he was just going to ask me for a pencil or something.

That was so not so not what he wanted.

When the Bell rang I knew I wouldn't be able to aviod him so I took extra time gathering my stuff. As soon as everyone left I headed for the door and whispered to him, "What do you want?"

"I need some help," he said not bothering to whisper. Well why would he? No one could hear him.

"I'm kinda busy," I told him pointing out what I thought was obvious. I swear I need a business card or something. I could just hand it over to him and say talk to ya later, I have to go. No weird looks at me for talking to thin air, no hushed voices talking about why I was screaming at my locker. Of course, it might look kind of funky to see a floating business card. But no one would know it had anything to do with me right? And most likely the ghost would disappear and be far far away from me once they had it....maybe...

"Yeah but I thought I could just tell you, you know, and be off on my way."

I raised my eyebrows. This was new. "Fine. What is it?"

"I just need you to tell my son that I'm fine and to stop worrying about me." See? A questionaire would have been fantastic right about now. There was about a hundred questions I needed answered before I just trotted along and told his son that. If I had a questionair, I could just hand it over and go to class in peace. I mean, I didn't know anything about his death, his son's name, where to find his son, or anything that would make his son believe me. Problem was, it was kind of hard to blow this guy off. I mean, he wasn't yelling or anything like that. He was just so damn nice. Ugh I could've thrown up. I wouldn't be surprised if he called me ma'am.

I wasn't about to let this guy step all over me and let him think he could pop in on me in class whenever he felt like it though. No way. I rolled my eyes. "What's his name?"

"Daniel. He lives right down the street from here," he said patiently.

Woah. He seemed to read my mind. "Great," I said and held out a pen and paper. "Address?" By this time I had opened my locker which conviently hid the floating paper. I hoped anyway.

"There you go," he said like he was giving me a happy meal. Yeah right. I wish. I was getting yet another thing to put on my to do list. He looked as if he was about to leave so I said "So I'm just supposed to go up to him and say your dad's fine, wink, and say trust me? I think I'd have a hard time believing that one. And I talk to ghosts."

He didn't seem to like that. Yeah bud, welcome to my world. I was actually starting to get a little worried because he seemed to really not like it. I mean, I could hold my own, but I so did not want to deal with that right now.

Then his face turned to frustration then to thought. "Ok," he said. "What if I told you some things that only I would know? That would convince him right?"

"Um," I said restraining myself from rolling my eyes. "Sure, whatever. Let's hear it, I don't have all day."

"Okay, let's see, tell him I said to mention the time he and I went shopping for jewelry for the first girl he liked. He knew nothing about what kind of thing to get so I helped him out and we picked out a necklace. Tell him it was one of the best days of my life when he told me how she said it was the most gorgeous thing she had ever received." I could see a try in his eye, but he blinked and continued, "The look in his eyes...he was so happy. Tell him I lived to bring happiness into his life. Who else is there to do it besides your parents? There's so much hate in this world...it made my life worth living to see him happy. It wasn't only that he was happy, he was happy because he had made the first girl he had ever had feelings for feel special. Tell him that his mother loved him more than anything. I had never told him this but his mother was terrified to become a mother. She was worried that she would not be able to give him everything he needed. But...but the day he was born, she knew. She knew that she would die before anything would happen to him. Tell him...oh gosh..."

"Ok, Ok, that's enough." I said laughing. I couldn't help it. If I didn't laugh, I would cry. And no way was I going to cry. "Tell you what? It seems theres a lot you want to say to him, which I can understand, you're his father. So, if you think of anything else write it down and I'll give it to him. Ok?"

So there I was, waiting at this guy's house when finally the ghost's son answered the door.