Suze's POV

Fog, that's all I can see. Fog. It's haunting me and I blame Paul. It's all stupid Paul's fault! Why can't he just leave me alone! I wanted to mutilate his gorgeous face, the one that tricked me into going to his house that one time. I race down the hall, trying to find Jesse when I see him; about to open a door.

"NO! JESSE! STOP!"

Too late, it's Paul, I know it.

He did some weird telepathic thing and hypnotized Jesse and now Jesse is literally committing suicide. I race towards Jesse and when Jesse reaches for the doorknob I tackle him. I push him to the side and bang him on the ground, trying to knock some sense in him and I see the look of astonishment on Jesse's face in the middle of me hitting his head against the ground.

"STOP IT, JESSE!" I scream.

"Nombre de Dios!" he breathes heavily.

I opened my eyes. It wasn't all a dream; in fact, the part where I tackled Jesse was true.

I found myself on top of Jesse and his eyes were past wide; he was on the ground and breathing heavily. I watched his toned chest rise and fall rapidly. I noticed how tan he was, despite being dead and how pale I was compared to him.

Suddenly, I noticed how my hands were sprawled ever so nicely on his chest. Shit. I quickly tucked my hands behind me.

Bad Suze, very bad… get your hands off the guy you want to-

"Nombre de Dios!" he muttered again. "Susannah!" I mumbled an incoherent sorry and quickly got off him. I realized that I was completely drenched in sweat. Oddly enough, I had a stitch in my side. It felt so realistic…

"God, what happened?" I murmured, mostly to myself. It seemed like Jesse could read minds because he quickly rushed to my side and felt my forehead.

Talk about brotherly, definitely not your typical infatuated lover. I glowered.

"Susannah, are you alright?" he asked me anxiously.

I shook my head and grit my teeth. "I'm fine." I was so going to kill Paul in school when the new school year started! Just he wait…I was going to pulverize him for doing this!

Jesse shook his head. "You're covered in sweat. Tell me what is wrong, querida, what was your dream? El amor, cuál es incorrecto?" (My Love, what's wrong?)

I felt my blood stop.

Querida.

I loved that word. I had looked up the definition and it said "sweetheart". His sweetheart. I was his sweetheart!

Then again, knowing my luck, he probably called his grandma that, but I could still pretend…

I sighed. "Jesse, if you really must know, I had a dream."

He looked at me weirdly. "I know that. You were thrashing in your sleep. What was the dream?" Jesse asked. I glance at his chest where the shirt was open. Oh...those lovely abs...

STOP IT! I mentally slapped myself.

Get a grip girl.

I felt Jesse's callused hand glide over mine. And before I knew it, my brain turned to tapioca.

"The dream, yeah...err...listen, I really don't want to talk about it." I was about to leave the room to do something about the sweating when I heard Jesse say a command.

"Susannah! What is it that you are not telling me? Last time you didn't tell me something it was because of Paul and I didn't know anything about it until he gave you the roses."

Clearly it still hurt him. Oh...jealousy. So exhilarating.

"Tell me, Susannah." Before I knew it, he grabbed my arm and encircled my waist, making sure I couldn't leave his embrace.

Maybe I am a bad example.

"Please."

I tried not to look at his eyes but it didn't work. He lifted up my chin and I trembled slightly at his gentle touch. His eyes were endless pools but that's not the point. They looked angry. It was unnerving.

"Tell me Susannah," he repeated. I had no choice because I had tried to run away but my door was busted because of him and Paul and they didn't BOTHER to fix it and the window, yeah, you can't escape because it was slammed shut. I think Spike got stuck in between the window and frame and I thought, "Good, serves him right."

I was running out of time wasters. "Do you really want to know?"

His eyes narrowed menacingly.

"Guess so. It's no big deal. I had a dream about you, okay?"

Jesse lightened up a little. He seemed pleased and said, "Me? What was it about, Susannah?"

I raised an eyebrow slightly. Jesse never cared about my dreams before.

Odd…but I took a deep breath:

"So I was stuck up in the exorcised place thingy and I saw fog, like always then I was looking for you and I kept thinking it was all Paul's fault so I was really pissed at him so I looked and looked trying to find you but the gladiator dude wasn't there so I was on my own and then I saw you and I saw you about to open one of them doors, you know, and then I screamed thinking Paul possessed you so I ran towards you and when you touched the doorknob I tackled you."

I inhaled again. "There, happy?"

Jesse looked like I was speaking in Greek or something, I swear. He gave me a quizzical look and then said something that made me really mad.

"Could you repeat that… slower?"

Oh my God!

Slightly miffed, I said, "Excuse me, but I'm sweaty. I'm going to take a shower and try to get some sleep." I mean, it was two in the morning and I was soaked. However, because of Paul, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep. I tried to stalk off like those typical snooty girls in movies but it was kind of foiled when Jesse grabbed me again.

Gosh, what was up his pants?

I looked into Jesse's eyes and they looked...Paulish! There was a tint of blue in his normally dark brown eyes. Oh my God, he IS possessed.

"You're not Jesse; I was just talking to him, where'd he go?" I jerked my arm away. I was feeling really vulnerable ever since that dream but I couldn't get away.

"Suze, stop fretting."

SUZE… SUZE?

He really wasn't Jesse! Who did Paul think he was, taking over Jesse's body? Talk about rude! What did he do to Jesse! I relaxed a little, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me. I tried not to gag. When the Jesse Imposter was at the riiiight angle, I kicked him in the family jewels. He let go off me with a howl and I quickly went to the other side of the room and took out my hammer. (A/N: Remember from Darkest Hour?) "Jesse" bent down in agony and his face was twisted in pain. He doubled over and then promptly keeled over on my bed.

He gasped and said, "Nombre de Dios, Susannah! para qué el infierno usted hizo eso? La mierda del Aw, ésta lastima." (In the Name of God, Susannah! why the hell did you do that? Aw shit…this hurts!)

It was Jesse! He was back! But what he said didn't sound too…nice. For my nonexistent Spanish knowledge, I could tell what he said wasn't pretty.

I was about to hug him when I remembered. I dropped my hammer. He was lying on his back, clearly in pain, and all I could do was rejoice?

"Oh my God, Jesse, I'm so sorry!" I ran to his side.

I could hear him breathing hard. "I'm so sorry! How can I help?"

He just groaned in exasperation. "Don't do anything. Next time, though," he breathed through his teeth, "don't kick a person unless you know it's who you meant to kick."

I crossed my arms."But it was him! I could swear!"

Jesse looked at me painfully. "Of course it was him, just in my body. Could you..." he turned beet red and a small grin escaped my lips. He was so hot when he turned red. Then again, when was he never? "…could you get me ice or something to relieve the pain you caused?"

"Oh! Right. Sure. Hold on a sec...I'll be right back—wait…-come with me." I didn't want to lose him again. Oh no. I grabbed Jesse's hand (Poor guy, I heard him groan in pain as we jumped the last three steps down the stairs) and pulled him downstairs to the kitchen where Andy kept the ice. I put ten blocks in a bag and tied a towel around it. Then I dragged him back up. He winced as I jumped the top step and as I ran, I jerked him towards my room when he stopped walking.

I slammed shut the door.

How come he's the one always treating my wounds, huh? Especially the foot incident; no matter how ugly or embarrassing a wound was he always helped.

Because it was my fault, I tried as much as I could to help him, not wanting to touch anything. I handed the ice to him gingerly and Jesse, for the first time looked really, really embarrassed. He glared slightly, blushed, and then dematerialized.

Gosh, was it really that bad? I wouldn't have minded helping!