Ok, people keep telling me to continue with this, so here it goes...
One And The Same Chapter two!
Yes, it will be a Paul and Suze fic, sorry to those who prefer Jesse and Suze. Writer's block, I tell ya...My other stories will be updated soon, I swear...
Suze's POV:
Paul and I stayed on Father Dom's couch, kissing, until the ambulance came and took me to the hospital. Paul convinced the EMT to let him ride in back with me. When we got to the hospital, he had to wait with my Mom and Andy until I was completely checked out.
And they decided to keep me in the hospital overnight!
"This sucks. I mean, I had plans with Cee tonight! What am I going to tell her?" I whined as they set me up in my oh-so familiar hospital room.
"Tell her you're grounded or something." Mom said, smoothing my hair down. "Blame me, I don't mind."
I glared at her for a second and sighed. "Fine, fine." Paul came in a minute later with flowers.
"Aw!" I blushed. "I'm only going to be here overnight, Paul. You so didn't have to get me flowers."
Paul shrugged. "Ok, they insist I go through the formality of actually getting tested to make sure I'm a match for you. I'm going to do that, but I'll come up before I leave."
"Aye, aye, Captain." I was starting to get a little loopy from the morphine they gave me. Complain one time about the pain, and they give me a shot of morphine.
Paul grinned, kissed my cheek and left. I heard my mother cough from the window. I turned to look at her. "Yesums?" I asked her.
"Susie, who is that boy, why is he kissing you, is he your-" Mom started rattling off a whole list of questions for me about Paul.
"That's Paul Slater- yes, the Paul Slater who ruined the house- He's kissing me because he's been, like, in love with me since summer, No, he's not my boyfriend." I broke in. Just a guy I happen to make out with sometimes. No biggie.
"Is there a possibility he'll become your boyfriend? Because, Susie, you really can't be starting something serious right now, there are still too many risks-"
"I know, Mom. Just chill, Ok?" I said, leaning back against the pillows. I closed my eyes and said, "I'm going to go to sleep now, Ok?"
"Sleep tight, Susie." My mom said, after a sigh. I suppose parents are allowed to sigh after their children tell them to Chill. I heard Mom walk out of the room after the lights were turned out, and right as I drifted off, I could have sworn I heard someone say, "Goodnight, Susannah." and kiss my forehead.
I blinked a few times but sleep took over. The last thing I saw that night was a slight glimmer of someone dematerializing.
However, the first thing I saw when I woke up a few hours later, was the sleeping form of Paul Slater.
Not in the bed with me, though. In the chair next to my bed. I smiled and reached for the controller to get a nurse for more morphine for the pain that had come on in my arms and legs. (A/N: I have no idea if this is correct, seeing as I'm too lazy to look up leukemia stuff and I've never had it.) As I was reaching for the remote, I knocked something over, causing a very loud Crash!
At which Paul started, jumping slightly, going, "Who's there?! Back off, man, she's sick!"
"Paul, sorry, that was just me!" I said, giggling a little bit. He grinned and said, "Oh. OK. You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. "What are you doing here?"
Paul shrugged. "I came by after they tested my blood and marrow- perfect match, by the way- and you were asleep, so I figured I'd wait for a little bit. I guess I dozed off or something."
"Why'd you yell for someone to back off?"
Paul blanched for a moment. "Oh, uh, no reason. Just a weird dream I guess."
"Oh. Ok." I said. I didn't buy that for anything, but this is the guy who's gonna save my life. If he wants to protect what he's saving, then that's fine by me. Especially considering a certain cowboy who's been gone for a year.
Not that I'm mad or anything. Because I'm not. He can stay gone for all I care.
Paul's POV:
I walked into Suze's now darkened room, and saw that she was sleeping. I was going to go, but she looked so damn angelic I couldn't. I sat down in the chair next to her bed, and took hold of her hand, running my thumb over it as she slept.
"Damn you for holding this power over me." I whispered.
"Slater." I turned my head to face the foot of Suze's hospital bed, and saw De Silva standing there, looking pretty pissed off.
"De Silva." I nodded. "See you finally showed up. Guess all it took was Suze to get a near-fatal disease for you to come around again, huh? Think you two will finally be able to live happily in your afterlives?"
De Silva's pissed-off look intensified to rage, but I continued. Sometimes when I get started, it's hard to shut me up. "Well, think again, Rico. From the sound of things at the Rectory, Suze isn't going to want to spend her afterlife with you. Lucky for me, her afterlife won't be for awhile anyway."
"Why's that?" De Silva asked, staring intently at Suze, his rage now slightly calmed.
"I've got the match she needs. I am what she needs to survive- literally." I said. I leaned over and smoothed Suze's hair. Like silk to my fingertips...
De Silva dematerialized before saying anything. I leaned back in my chair, still holding Suze's hand. I fell off into dreamland, after waking up a few times to see Rico standing over her.
It's short, I know. I suck, I know. But I'm completely and totally swamped. I'll update soon, I swear!!!