(A/N: Hey sorry 4 the late update I will try to type faster. I had a little case of writer's block but I am doing better. So I don't have time to thank everyone cause I wanna get this up, but thank you all to reviewed YOU ALL ROCK!!!. Promise to thank you all more later, now on to the story...)
Disclaimer: don't own mediator series...
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Chapter 2: "Remember?"
(Paul P.O.V.)
When will she learn?
He may have gotten his life back, but I could take away something even more precious to him then that...
...Suze.
No more playing fair. I tried to give Jesse his life back so he cold live in his time, but no that wasn't enough.
After traveling back to the present, I was lying on the ground thinking about everything that had happened. I slowly got up from the cold hard earth beneath me. I heard voices coming from behind a bush.
I knew exactly who they belonged to.
I listened to their conversation. It hurt the way she was talking to him, all the things she was saying to him. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be saying that to me, not Jesse. I couldn't take it anymore. Something had to be done to fix this mess.
You know what they say, desperate times, call for desperate measures.
I noticed my grandfather's book laying a few feet away from me. I carefully grabbed it and flipped through it to find my answer. I had missed something. I looked on the side of the article on time travel. My grandfather had written a note,
"What ever was changed in the past will be changed in the mind as well. Side affects could be harmful upon arriving back to the present. Memory can be triggered back, but very unlikely."
Suze and I were the only ones who knew Jesse was a ghost. That was all about to change. We too would soon forget. A smile grew on my face. Suze would forget all about Jesse as if he were never there.
He deserves to be forgotten.
I got up and headed back towards my house, alone. I took my time to get back. There was no rush, nothing to come home to. I finally reached the door and turned the knob. I was thinking at the time that I had to get out of these clothes when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn't breathe. I fell over and closed my eyes. The last thing I remember is someone calling my name and then I passed out.
My head hurt like heck when I woke up. I looked at my clock. Oh crap! I was late to pick up Suze. I got ready and headed out the door.
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Suze POV
(dream of memories)
My mind was spinning out of control. I was reliving all my memories from my first sighting of a ghost to when I arrived at the airport in Carmel. Then my mind went blank. There was no memory of the last year of my life. What happened? My question was soon answered when I remembered everything, but it didn't feel right. Sure, I still went to the same school, lived in the same house, and had the same family, but it was different. I remember the night I went to go and talk to Heather, I was on Brad's bike and I crashed into the side of a car. I had managed to slow down quite a bit, but believe me there was still damage done. I was laying on the ground when I heard a deep voice asking me if I was all right. I slowly tried to sit up. He helped me and continued to ask if I was ok. After I assured him I was fine he started to ask me what I was doing out so late at night. I just asked him the same. I starred at him and he didn't reply. He just smiled, so I got the bike and started to walk away. Only I didn't make it very far. I stumbled on my feet and almost fell face forward. I said almost. He caught me and held me tight. He starred into my eyes and could feel my knees give in..
"By the way, I am Paul Slater."
After that, it was history. He told me later he was down visiting his grandfather. I also found out that he was a mediator too when he helped me exorcise Heather. Paul went back to his home in Seattle, but a few weeks later he surprised me by saying he was moving in with his grandfather. I remember Paul helping me with ghosts and crazy murders. He was always there for me, but I felt like I was forgetting something, or someone. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but it was.
"Please wake up Susannah." Where was that voice coming from. I knew that voice, but I couldn't put a face to it. I slowly awoke from my dream.
I opened my eyes and was shocked by what I saw. Some strange guy was holding me tightly, cradling me on the floor.
"Who are you?" I tried to keep the squeak out of my voice as best I could. After I said that the strange pair of eyes glazed over with tears. I felt terrible pains in my head like I was forgetting something. I backed out of his hold and slowly stood up. He did the same.
"Querida don't you know who I am?" I honestly had no idea, but his voice was comforting and the way he said that word, querida. I wonder what it meant. Wait there is a strange guy in my room, what am I thinking?
"Um, no. Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" I looked him up and down. Ok, he was hot but his clothing was way out of date. "Are you a ghost? Why don't you have a glow?" He looked puzzled and then hurt. Was I supposed to know who he was?
"Susannah, what happened to you? It's me..." He didn't finish because right then I heard a knock on my door. I shoved him into my closet.
"Stay in here. Don't move."
"Come in." I used my most innocent voice. My door opened lightly to reveal someone I did remember.
Paul Slater.
"Good morning, beautiful." He came over and kissed my cheek. "You ready for school? Cause we'll be late if we don't..."
There was a loud noise that came from the inside of my closet. "What was that?" he went over and started to turn the knob. One thing I knew, he could not open that door. I quickly grabbed his hand and spun him towards me. I kissed him. What? He was my boyfriend, I think.
He forgot all about the noise in the closet.
"I'll be out in a minute and meet you down by the car." I lightly pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door. I waited till I couldn't hear him anymore and opened my closet.
" Susannah what were you doing with Slater? And why are you acting as though you don't know who I am?" He looked angry and I noticed the scar through his eyebrow was glowing white. He started pacing around my room, muttering Spanish.
"I am sorry. I don't have any time right now. Just stay here and when I get back we will figure this thing out. No one's home, so it will be alright. Oh yeah, there are some extra clothes in my brother's room if you feel like changing." I grabbed my books and purse and headed out to Paul's car. I felt like there was a part of me struggling to hold on to something I had forgotten. Whoever that guy was, I had to keep him close... somehow i was sure he could help me remember.
Paul was casually leaning against his car and opened the passenger door. I got in as he headed for the driver's side. I was in deep thought, thinking about what had just happened , what was happening now. I guess it showed cause Paul kept asking if I was alright and I just kept nodding my head. Everything was all too weird for me. There is a mystery man in my room, Paul Slater was my boyfriend, and my memories were all messed up.
Another day in the life of Suze Simon, Mediator.
Lucky me...
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(A/N: Please tell me if this chapter stunk like yesterdays cheese. I had so many ways I could write it but I chose this way! Please tell me what you think and tell me what you would like me to change. I know I am going to be hurt fro doing what I did, but it had to happen. Future chapters will be better, and I have an idea for a new story but it might take me awhile, you know what to do! review and make me smile :)
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