Pens In Potatoes: YOU KICK ASS! I love your ideas...I'm not sure if I'll use them (Probably will cuz they kick ass!) but if I do, I'll give you credit in the beginning of the chapter.

NOTE: I borrowed a few of her ideas in the previous chapter! Cuz she rocks!!! (Now, if only she'd update....But no pressure!)

Suze's POV:

I don't know how long Paul and I stayed like that, him on top of me, me on the couch. I do know we didn't go back to kissing. He leaned down to kiss my cheek, but he kissed the damn bruise caused by their fight, and I winced.

Paul jerked back at my wincing and saw the bruise. How he missed it the first time around, I don't know, but once he saw it, he winced and said, "Sorry, Suze. Is that from upstairs?"

"Yeah." I said quietly. Paul got off of me and I sat up. I stood to get ice for my cheek, but fell down as I got dizzy. "Whoa, whoa, Suze, don't move." Paul said soothingly. He made me lay back against the couch and then went to get ice for me.

"There we go." Paul said, putting the ice on my cheek and then brushing hair out of my eyes.

"Thanks." I said. I held the ice there. We sat in silence until I said, "I'm gonna go up to bed now. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. Got a wedding to plan."

"You mean, you're not going to fight it anymore?" Paul asked, staring at me as we stood.

"No point in fighting it." I said defeatedly. "As long as you leave Jesse alone."

"Suze, I-"

"I'm serious, Paul. You can't mess with him. No fights. No nothing. He's going to be part of my life, whether you like it or not." I said.

"Suze. I lied earlier tonight."

I stood in silence. Then: "What?"

"I know how De Silva became alive again."

"How?"

"He was so pissed at me that he became alive. That's the simplest way to say it." Paul said.

"Ok. So?" I said, knowing there was more.

"So, according to what I've read on hatred spells, he's only got 48 hours."

"48 hours? Of what, life?"

"Yes." Paul nodded. "48 hours until he goes back to ghost form."

Paul's POV:

I stared at Suze, telling her about how Rico became alive. I lied slightly to protect her from the harsh truth of it: De Silva won't come back in ghost form in 48 hours. He'll die.

And I just couldn't tell Suze that. It would break her heart. Of course, if she ever found out that I knew this, she'd kill me.

As it is, Suze just nodded before walking me out to my car. I waited until all the lights- except the one in Suze's bedroom- had gone off before I drove home.

Jesse's POV:

I didn't want to leave Susannah with that bastardo, but I had no choice. Father Dominic would be upset if I was not back by eleven. I've learned, in my 170 years of existence, that it's just not polite to make Holy men upset.

So I left. I found my way back to the rectory without trouble- after all, that building was here when I was alive, and I'd visited it once or twice- and settled into the room Father Dom secured for me.

And then, for the first time in over 150 years, I slept.

Suze's POV:

"That weasel!" I exclaimed silently. I shut down the living room, and went upstairs. I could so tell he was lying! "48 hours until he goes back to ghost form." Paul had said.

Right. He had that look on his face- the kind that scared me because there was sincerity etched in. Like, he wanted to tell me the truth, but didn't want to hurt me. "Gah, this is Paul, remember?" I said aloud. "He'd love nothing more than to rip you and Jesse apart. He'd relish telling you something horrible about the hate spell thingiemabob."

I collapsed on my bed, making a mental note to call CeeCee in the morning and ask her to do some research for me. Ever since I told her about my mediator abilities, she's been very helpful.

Unfortunately, so has Adam.

Yes. Adam knows. He also spent a week imitating that kid from "The Sixth Sense" whenever I was around him. That quickly stopped when I popped him one.

Yeah. I punched Adam. Only in the gut, and he totally had it coming. We're cool now, but he knows to not mess with me anymore.

I know I fell asleep to a completely silent house, but that I did NOT wake up to one.

No. I awoke to the spirits of my father and Wyatt and Martha Slater sitting over on my daybed, bickering about something. I opened my eyes cautiously, and grumbled, "Hey, office hours are 9-5, Monday through Friday. Come back later." (A/N: I forget who's story I was reading, but they mentioned something like this. If it's your story, then I'm boring and wanna give credit where credit is due.)

"Susannah!" Dad said sharply. Why he was getting pissy at me, I don't know. I should be getting pissy with him!

"Don't you 'Susannah' me, mister!" I retorted, sitting up. "It's all your fault, along with his," I pointed to Wyatt Slater, "That I have to marry Paul. I'm not happy about it!"

Martha and Wyatt looked apologetic, and I made a mental note to apologize for snapping at them. "Pumpkin, I'm sorry. But can't you find some even ground here?" Dad said softly.

"Even ground?" I said. "You want me to find even ground on marrying Paul- something, I might add, that pissed Jesse off so much, he became alive for the next, like 34 hours or something?" I quickly did the math in my head. It was about 6pm when he became alive. It was now 8am. 48 minus 14 is 34.

"Jesse's alive?" Dad asked, looking up sharply.

"Yes, for the 34 hours, then he goes back to ghost form."

"Not if it was anger that made him that way," Marth broke in.

"What do you mean?" Aha! I knew Paul was lying!

"If it was an anger spell, he'll automatically die at the end of the spell." Wyatt said. "Free trip to the shadowland."

I'm not a fan of passing out cold on my hardwood floor. Hardwood floors HURT when you fall from them from your bed. I was sitting at the edge of my bed, fell backwards when Wyatt said, "Shadowland", and then passed out when I conked my head.

"Suze?"

I opened my eyes to see Doc standing over me. My feet were up on the bed, knees bent, and my head and upper back were on the floor. I shielded my eyes from the light streaming in my window and noticed that everyone (dead, at least) was gone.

"Hey David. What's up?" I tried to act all casual and stuff. Like I hadn't momentarily passed out.

"Uh, Paul's downstairs. He wants to know if you want to go out for a bit."

"Yeah sure. Tell him I'll be down after I shower and get dressed." I sat up then groaned as I stood and went into the bathroom to shower.

15 minutes later, I was dressed in jeans and a sparkly playboy bunny shirt Gina had sent me as a gag gift. I slid into my Steve Madden slides and threw my hair into a ponytail. No make-up because this is Paul, and I didn't want him to think I was trying to hard or something. Then I was down the steps, and into the living room where Paul was waiting with my Mom and Andy.

Paul and I left, to go talk and discuss wedding-y things. I was also going to have a little chat with him about the importance of not pissing off your future wife.