Disclaimer: Well, as you could guess I don't own the mediator series. I wish I did though, also I think it's being made into a TV show on NBC, Medium, but it looks really bad.

Author's note: If I don't update as often as I should, it's because of school. I take really hard classes as a Sophomore, I mean, I'm taking college classes, and High honors classes, they do give out a lot of work. I figure doing this at least helps me with my typing ability, which isn't great. Now enough of me, lets get to chapter 4.

What happened so far: James Brode thought he could fly. (A/N: Well, I thought it was kinda funny)

Chapter 4

My life is such a fairytale.

Once all the people left, included the cops, it was just Gina Bryce, James, and me. Yet I was the only one who saw him. He didn't even realize it was his body the coroner just picked up. I don't know why I ever liked him; he is actually quite annoying. He just kept taping me on the shoulder and asking me what happened. Normally I would have told him what happened, but it would have appeared to be very odd to Bryce and Gina for me to turn around and start talking to thin air, though Gina could've figured out what I was doing, but Bryce would think I was a mental case. So I just let James keep taping me on the shoulder, and he was getting pissed, mostly because I was ignoring him. You can tell when a ghost gets mad because everything around you shakes, James was new at this, so only a few pebbles were moving, but I saw them.

"Hey Gina, why don't you and Bryce get back to the party?" I was praying she would pick up on what I was saying, what I really wanted to say to her was "Hey Gina, could you give me a minute, I need to talk to James." But I had a feeling she would've thought this very odd, and Bryce too.

"What about you? Aren't you gonna come?" This isn't what I wanted to hear. Let's just say Gina isn't the brightest bulb in the bunch. She had no clue that my so-called job has taken over my social life once again. I told you my life was like a fairy tale, who wouldn't want to be stalked by the ghost of their dead first crush? I love my life.

Not.

"Honestly, I really don't like seeing dead bodies, I think I'm going back to our dorm to lie down." A complete lie, but it should fool Gina and Bryce.

"Could someone tell me what happened?" James said, but of course I was the only one who could hear him. He was getting mad, probably because he still hadn't realize what had happened to him. I hate explaining to the dead how they died, or in his case committed suicide. I've noticed that ghosts who think they should still be alive are much angrier than those who died of natural causes are.

"Suze Simon, you are such a liar." She saw right though that one. Maybe she's brighter than I gave her credit for. Than again, she should have realized why I needed to get out of there. I pulled her aside, "Look, It's that time of the month, and I'm wearing a skirt, it's almost midnight, and we need to hang out tomorrow, don't you want me to feel well?" It was partially true, I mean I was PMS-ing, but I felt fine. Just because it is that time of the month doesn't mean I have to be bitchy about it. I could tell from her expressions that she was skeptical, but bought it.

"Fine, but be careful walking back, there are still some drunks around." Gina said, what did she take me for? I can handle ghosts, but I she thought I couldn't handle a few drunks? And besides, I wouldn't be walking back to our dorm alone. Gina and Bryce left, and headed back to the party. This is exactly what I wanted.

"Hey! Will someone please tell me what's going on?" James pretty much yelled in my ear. I know he just died drunk, but he's ghost seemed pretty sober. Maybe you sober up when you die? It could happen.

"Please come with me, we can talk when we get back to my dorm." I had to pretty much whisper it to him; it would've look very odd if anyone walked by and see me talking to a tree, since that what he was leaning against. A tree. And I have to admit he looked good. So what if he had sexually harassed me just an hour or two ago. He was drunk; I can forgive and forget; though I won't forget when he tried to kiss me.

"Look, I just wanna now what happened. Okay? I hate it when girls start hitting on me. I have a girlfriend, look I'll just go back to the party and forget about what you just said." Oh my God, he thought I wanted some action. It's actually pretty funny considering that's pretty much what he asked me to do. Have sex with him, though not in a dorm, but a closet. Forget about what I said about forgiving and forgetting. James was getting on my nerves. How could he think I was hitting on him? The worst part was he didn't even remember me. No more miss nice girl.

"James, get your dead ass over here." I was really mad, okay? I didn't feel like being nice to the guy. And all he could say to me was "Excuse me?" Wow. I kinda thought there be a bigger reaction.

"You heard me. If you want me to explain myself follow me back to my dorm." I started walking, and saw that he was following. He was only following me because as I said that last bit, a squirrel ran though him. Lucky squirrel.

The walk back was pretty quick. It didn't take longer than a few minutes. When I opened the door I saw mail had arrived. "Have a sit." I said to James as I was looking through the mail. There was a letter from Jesse. I could tell before opening it that it was from him. He always wrote 'Querida' where my name was suppose to be. My heart was doing back flips. Letters from him were always great, since I couldn't see him as much as I liked. It's not like he could materialize every time I think about him. I started to open the letter when my daydream ended.

"Uh, you look familiar. Do I know you?" I forgot about James, I'll admit. Letters from Jesse always did that to me. I'd always stop what I was doing and read them.

"So what do you want to know?" I shouldn't have asked that, I knew what he wanted, he wanted to know if he was dead and why. He was too drunk when he died to remember.

"Why did you call me 'dead'?" he asked. I really wasn't paying attention. I was daydreaming about seeing Jesse again, him scooping me up in his arms and kissing me, but that's not going to happen anytime soon seeing as how I was here in NY, and he is at medical school in California. Simon get back to reality.

"I called you dead because you are. Notice that you're glowing, and that no one answered your questions, James it was you they were carrying in that black bag."

"How do you now who I am?" I was surprised at this, I thought the whole 'dead thing' would've shocked him more.

"We went to high school together, freshman year, and half of sophomore. I'm Susannah Simon. I believe you even had a crush on me at one point."

"Wait, yea, I remember you. You were that mental case always being brought home by the cops." I resented that, considering he was the one who thought he could fly. And I'm the mental case? Ha! "Wait, if I'm dead then why can you see me?" A question most ghosts ask.

"Simple, I'm a mediator. I can see dead people, like yourself. My job is to figure up what's keeping them here, and help them move on."

"Move on where?" he asked. Another common question.

"Honestly, I don't know. It could be heaven, hell, or you could be reincarnated. So what's your unfinished business?" It was at this point that Gina walked in. "God Simon, talk to walls much?" Wow. She sounded just like Kelly Prescott. I'm not even kidding. I told you Gina wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch.

"Gina? Is that you? It's nice to see you again." James said. Of course he remembers Gina, who could forget Gina, but Gina couldn't see or hear him.

"Brr…Did you open a window Suze?" I didn't open a window, what she was feeling was James' presence in the room.

"Uh…no, I didn't open a window."

"She can't see me, can she?" James asked me, I think it was finally setting in, the fact that he was dead. After that he just sat on my bed and stayed quiet.

"No, she can't." I said in reply.

"Suze who are you talking to?" Poor Gina, she was totally confused, I guess I couldn't blame her.

"Um, Gina, remember what we were talking about earlier? Well there's one here." I could tell she finally put two and two together, and she got very excited.

"Really? Who? Is it anyone I know? Oh, is it someone who left behind a huge fortune and need us to go treasure hunting, or do we need to stop a mass murderer of some type?" I could tell she was really excited, but were was she getting all this we? We weren't going to do anything. I am. I have to, because I'm the mediator.

"Yea, you do know him."

"Really who?"

"Gina may I introduce you to the ghost of James Brode."

Author's endnote: Longest chapter yet! Thanks to the people who review please review again, say it stinks for all I care. I do hope I sound like Meg Cabot, because that's what I'm trying to do. If I get 2 more reviews, I'll put up chapter 5. Jesse's letter will be read in chapter 5, its kind of important, so you can look forward to that. Please tell me what you think of my first Fan-fiction.