A/N: Alright, I'm updating. Tell me if the chapter is a little weird of confusing, but hopefully it gets the message across. And I have no idea how many more chapters this story will have, probably a few…but I really don't know. So anyway, here it is.
p.s. Thanks for all the reviews! Much happiness. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. Meg owns all, including Jesse. Dammit.
Chapter 11: The Truth?
They both stared at me like I'd completely lost it. Which I hadn't. I was just right.
"If Jesse lives, I die," I repeated it for a dramatic effect.
Paul rolled his eyes at me, his nose temporarily forgotten, "please, enlighten us."
"You wouldn't know, you weren't there. But Jesse saved my life. I would have died before you'd even met me," this seemed to sink in and when Sam appeared she goes, "she's not lying, you know."
Paul looked at me, then at her and goes, "who the hell is she?" which made poor Jesse even more confused.
Jesse inched closer to me and whispered, "who is he talking to Querida?" I couldn't help smiling as he said that.
"Never you mind. I'll take care of it," wow. The 18th century is really catching on.
He nodded a bit distractedly and backed away.
"That," I nodded my head at Sam, "is Sam. She's from the future, but she's not a ghost.
She grinned and walked up to Paul, "I know what your thinking," she grinned insanely at him and I busted up laughing when he looked like he was going to have a heart attack…or run away really, really fast.
He regained his composure somewhat and snarled, "yah, what am I thinking right now?"
"About Suze, and that um," she coughed, "you'd like to kill Jesse. And about the math homework you have for Trig…crap! We had math homework for trig? I'm so dead."
He stared at her blankly. I looked at him in mock annoyance and said, "Sam reads minds dufus," I know, original, but hey, it worked.
He nodded slowly, trying to process this information. He looked like Jesse did that one time he tried to heat up a microwave-able pizza. Like there was something he couldn't quite grasp. Don't ask about the pizza thing.
Finally he joined us back on planet earth and said, "Okay…whatever."
Smart Paul. Really, nice one there.
He glared at me, "so what was this moment that Jesse saved you life? I would really love to know."
"Well," I drew out the word like it was eight syllables instead of one, "it was when I was almost crushed beneath the mission's breezeway. If he hadn't helped me, I would have been dead meat, so to speak. So you see, you let him live, and I die. So you should really just let us all go back to the future and" he cut me off.
"Okay, fine. I can accept that. But I'll just save you myself. Or keep you from going there."
Damn him. He had a solution to everything.
Jesse made a peculiar growling noise at Paul. Ha, even in this lifetime Paul was hate-worthy. Ixnay on the growling noise though. It was kind of freaking me out.
He smiled gently at me. Jesse, not Paul. Paul was still smiling and off in Paul world. Sam was watching him with this half amused half awed look on her face.
"Querida, why don't we go inside? I have a few questions for you," he took me by the arm and steered me inside. Sam followed and Paul left. Thankfully.
HE CALLED ME QUERIDA! I felt all…happy inside. All warm fuzzies and everything. It was a really good feeling.
He sat me down on the couch and started pacing the room. Like it was all making sense to him.
"I feel I must voice something. Lately—since you arrived—I've been having…dreams. If that is the right word for them. I'm in a different place. But always," he stopped pacing and faced me, "you are there. I know it's you, your eyes, I see them sometimes. There is an old man, a priest perhaps? He is in some of those dreams as well. But only you and he can see me. And I…glow. When I don't glow, others can see me too," his voice trailed off.
"What do you want to ask me?"
"What is this…song, I've heard. I've heard it in the dreams often. But they seem so real," he looked almost wistful.
Then he started singing a song off tune. It was 1985 by Bowling for Soup. I busted up laughing as he sang random lines from it.
"It's nothing special Jesse, just a song." I was still having trouble speaking, you had to see it. It was hilarious.
"How do you and," his eyes narrowed, "Paul know my name is Jesse?"
I looked out the window across the living room. Sam had disappeared somewhere, and we were alone.
"Do you want to know the truth?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yes."
And I spilled.
A/N: Yes, she spills, but does she spill all? Actually, I'm not sure yet…looks sheepish Anywho…review please! And obviously, this is a J/S fic, not a P/S fic. But what I can't decide is what to do with Sam, Paul and Dan. If you have suggestions, feel free to voice them.
