AN: MERCY CAME ON TODAY! YAY! (Mercy – Wow, Surprise party… cool) Lol. That's why we have this chapter up extra fast (Mercy- And also because spacing things out took up half a page, thus making Jessa have less to write) Shh… Merc, Don't tell anyone!
Secret: Merc rhymes with commerce! Shame Thanks to all our reviewers for the last chapter, as usual, the acknowledgements will be at the bottom of the page, as will our answers to any questions you may have.
Oh ya… disclaimer. We own nothing out of the mediator series, but we do own some things and people we have put into the story: Such as Elizabeth Slater (We own the character, not the family name), Ashleigh Porter, Jessika Moral, Natalie Haynes, Serrius Heifer and the idea of the circle (aka. Pentagram/Pentacle… it will come in later).
Lol. I hope the last thing doesn't confuse anyone, it will come in later.
BTW! THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO BILLTHEPONYLLAMA! WOO! GO YOU:) :) :)
TTFN. Enjoy chapter five (FLUFF AND PAUL ALERT):
Chapter Five – Object of Desire
Again, like yesterday morning, I awoke in Jesse's arms. But this time it was a little different, and a hell less embarrassing as it had been before.
I, for one, was tucked safely in my bed. The covers were not pell-mell as they had been when I had had the nightmare but neatly tucked into the mattress. I wasn't alone in the bed; Jesse was beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist and his head pillowed on my shoulder. He was apparently fast asleep.
So I was sitting there, feeling his body press upon mine – well, sort of, I was inside the sheets and Jesse was above them – and asking no-one in particular one thing.
How can ghosts sleep?
I seemed to always be lost in my musings now, because by the time I had bought myself back from my own little la-la land, I felt a certain dark-eyed gaze on the back of my head. Rotating myself so I was facing him, I smiled at Jesse's gorgeous face, pressed up against the pillow.
'Bueno días, Querida,' Jesse smiled at me, moving a tanned hand from my waist and starting to entwine it in my hair. I grinned myself, being with Jesse – and being in love in general – was bliss.
'Morning, Jesse.' I felt on the top of the world – I was in love with a pretty wonderful ghost. Jesse was perfect… And he was mine. I almost squealed in delight, but I was still a little tired. So I just moved into his arms and let him whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
'Mi Querida, Eres como una llama que arde, En el fondo de mi corazon.' Jesse whispered to me. Not taking his eyes off mine, the hand in my hair wrapped around the back of my neck. I expected a kiss on the lips – so I puckered up. But Jesse didn't lay a fat one there, he kissed my forehead. I could tell he was grinning by the way his lips felt on my head.
Although I was a little disappointed, I just settled back and asked, 'What did you say before?' He repeated the verse – still in Spanish. I giggled, 'Translation?' Was all I said.
Jesse told me, oh how he told me. 'My Querida, You are like a burning flame, In the deepest part of my heart.' In the heat of the moment, I was so torn between the beautiful words he had just translated to me and how much I loved this man, that I didn't realize what I was doing until I did it. My voice trailed off then adapted a different tone…
'Es que me gusta tu cara, me gusta tu pelo, soñar con tu voz,' I sung with perfect Spanish. I had no idea where it came from, neither did Jesse – if his shocked face staring at me wasn't enough to register it. 'Cuando dices te quiero, me gusta abrazarte perderme en tu aroma… poder encontrar en tus ojos el cielo.'
'Susannah, how did you-'
'I really don't know where that came from.' I said, and promptly burst into giggles. I really didn't know how I sung that – in perfect Spanish especially. 'Can you tell me what I said?' Jesse put a finger to his chin and tapped it – as if asking himself whether he should or not tell me.
Finally, he decided to, since I heard his voice sing in the same tune as I had sung. Only this time he sung in English. 'To tell you that I like your face, and your hair. That your voice is in my dreams, And you say that you love me. To hold you in my arms, And get lost in your scent.' I flushed scarlet, but Jesse looked at me with amazement… and something else in his eyes.
Love.
'Your voice sounds beautiful in Spanish… as bonita as it does in English. You should know that, Susannah.' I couldn't help but smile and nod, running back to the refuge of Jesse's arms – where he held me as carefully as a girl would do to a precious porcelain doll.
When I said nothing but held onto him tightly, Jesse continued. 'You have most definitely surprised me today, Querida, maybe I should do something to surprise you.' I shivered, but not from the cold. Then my whole world went woozy. This caused Jesse to drop the 'I'll get you all aroused and hot and heavy' and change to the completely concerned older male.
'Are you cold, Susannah?' I didn't say anything, I just wanted to lie there with Jesse and make the dizziness go away. Jesse made a move to get up, but I yanked him back down.
My voice was hoarse, 'Stay.'
The concern seemed to be bursting out of him. 'Susannah… Susannah? What's wrong?'
But I couldn't reply, because I was sucked into darkness.
Shadowland. The familiar fog played at my feet as I walked, I couldn't control my legs as I did it though – it was as if they had a mind of their own and I was just following them. I looked up at the starry sky and shivered. There was no sound of my footsteps because, face it, there was no floor. Or at least, I could not see one.
My feet slowed and finally stopped. I was standing in front of a door. So, I thought, why should I care about this door? It's like all the other ones in this horrible astral plane.
Yet, I my body still had a mind of it's own. The last thing I expected to do was to put my hand on the knob and turn it. I knew I was going to be sucked into the white light that would emerge once I opened the door. The virus attacking my limbs tried to pull it fully open but before it got the chance to – I was tacked to the floor.
'Suze… What the hell were you doing? I thought you knew not to use the doors!' Paul's voice interrupted my membrane of shock that had surrounded me once being tacked. I stared into his piercing blue eyes and felt a strange feeling of… comfort? Why the hell was I feeling comfortable around – of all people – Paul? I hated Paul. (AN: Mercy – you might… but I don't! MWAHAHAHA! Jessa – Shut up and continue with the story! -scowls-)
And yet, I did. Feel comfortable, I mean.
Paul stood, brushing imaginary dust off the boxers he was wearing. My face grew red as I realized – that was all he was wearing.
I looked down at my clothes and my eyes widened in shock. I wasn't clad in my normal pink boxers and blue tank-top I wore every night, but a long silky dress, flaring down and stopping just at the knees – the bottom in shreds. But the shreds of dress looked oddly beautiful in it's flawless shade of white.
Paul seemed to only notice my clothes now too, since he whistled slowly – and sexily (bad suze!) – then spoke, 'Looks good on you, Suze.' His mouth curved up into the trademark smirk.
Then, perhaps remembering the situation, frowned again and offered a hand to me. 'What were you doing? You could have shifted yourself into your afterlife!'
I scowled back, 'What would you care, Paul?'
Paul only looked concerned for another minute, then said in a mocking tone, 'Looked in the mirror lately Suze?' I shot him a look but in my mind, I was working out what he really meant. Did I have a zit? Oh shit! I hope it wasn't a zit! Then I remembered late last night…
And I promptly started to choke on my saliva, 'W-What? Y-y-you did that?' Paul patted my back like my mother did to me when I choked on something at the dinner table and, although I was crouched down, I could feel Paul's sudden eye roll.
'And Suze wins the grand prize!' He said, sarcastically.
'And what do I get?' I waved a dismissive hand after recovering, asking just as mockingly as he did. I was going to turn around and try to shift back, but what Paul said stopped me.
'Ooh, are we eager today, Susie, so glad that I'm back are you?' He smirked again and came closer to me. Before I could object, his hands wrapped around my waist and Paul's soft lips were on mine.
All I could do was stand – frozen. I didn't kiss back. I couldn't. I had only just realized something… Paul was Back.
If I hadn't have been unconscious, I would have passed out.
But I didn't pass out. I only shifted back from the astral plane to the world of the living. One thing revolving in my head.
Paul was back. Paul was back. Paul was back…
I guess I knew it would happen. I couldn't keep him away. And actually, I didn't just guess. I knew. I was trying to convince myself of the opposite, but it wasn't working. Paul was back.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
'Querida? Querida! Your awake!' Jesse's face swam back into view, he looked down at me with worry. I was still frozen with both fear and shock. My lips were tingling from the kiss Paul had landed on me. He had stolen a kiss from me… and my body welled in anger.
I wasn't really listening to Jesse. Through my anger, I didn't even notice that Jesse was sitting lightly on my stomach – ghosts hardly have any weight – straddling me like a rider would do to his horse. When I thought about it, he actually felt quite good there… But no. Not then.
I realized that Jesse had I right to know – although I seriously did not want to – what happened in shadowland. Since he was asking me, I guess I had to. Because he was, asking me, I mean. I could hear him vaguely through my muttering. 'Susannah? What happened?'
Such an innocent and curious question.
Yet such guilty answers.
The next thing I couldn't help. I sat up – Jesse had got off me, coughing at his rudeness (not that I minded) – and it all came blurting out. I wasn't thinking as I told. Jesse seemed so used to my babbling that he listened intently. I told him everything, about what me and Paul said. The only part he flinched on was when I had opened the door. Otherwise, his face seemed deadpan.
That was, until I told him that Paul had kissed me and what he had said before that.
'Let me get this straight.'
I nodded.
'Slater is back?'
Another nod.
'And… that puta kissed you?'
A third nod.
'But you did not want to be kissed?'
Another nod.
Then Jesse let loose. He muttered rapid Spanish under his breath. The words: Puta and Bastardo were mentioned a few times, but Querida definitely wasn't.
I most certainly backed away from Jesse. He was still pacing when I had gotten over to the other side of the room. Maybe some tunes would stop him from exploding further.
Flipping the stereo on, I concentrated mainly on changing the radio to a good station, finally, I just settled with an Evanescence song that happened to be halfway through on air. I mean, sure, they were a punk band… but I liked the song anyway.
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me…
Even in death out love goes on
And I can't love you, anymore than I do…
I smiled slightly, how come every time I listen to the radio, the perfect Jesse-Me song comes on? It's a conspiracy. Because that song was certainly one that was made for us. I mean, Jesse was dead, I loved him although he was dead and I would stay forever with him.
And I couldn't love him anymore than I do.
Singing along with the song, I watched Jesse calm down. In fact, I'm starting to get over suspicious of my radio because it was only when the last line was on – I had heard the song a lot you see, so I knew the words and where they were put – that he stopped and listened.
'We may die, but real love is forever.'
After that, I started to listen to the next song that was on. I didn't know it, but after the chorus had been on twice, I liked the style of it. I'm pretty sure it was sung by Destiny's Child or Beyonce or someone with her type of voice. I didn't like it as much as the Evanescence one though, I would have to get Doc to download it and put a few more songs onto a CD for me to listen to.
Yeah, and I'd label it: Song's for Suze and Jesse.
No, seriously. I would really label it that…
If I could burn CD's, that is. But as I stated before, my computer knowledge? Nada.
'Susannah… what was the song you were singing?' I don't know why Jesse was so interested in the Evanescence song I had just sung along to. I rolled my eyes, although secretly happy that he had stopped pacing. I switched off the CD player and sat on my bed, resting my head against the headboard.
'It's an Evanescence song.' I said quietly, realizing that there were people still asleep in the next room. This morning was the beginning of Saturday and usually the whole family sleeps in till late.
Dark eyebrows furrowed cutely in confusion. 'Evansenced?' He pronounced the name wrong and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Sometimes Jesse was just so funny.
'No, silly. Evan-es-ance.' I pronounced it slowly. Jesse sat on the bed, seated opposite to me and just stared with his arms dangling off his knees.
After a moment under his gaze I shuddered and put the covers over my head. This didn't do much, since they were still tucked safely into the bed. 'Stop staring at me Jesse…' I decided to moan. I could once again – like last night, anyway – feel Jesse's grin on me.
He had the nerve to tut! Which he did a few times and then crawled across the bed to where I was seated. 'You know I stop looking at you if it pains you so much, Querida. But you have to face the fact that your startling beauty would attract any man in a twenty mile radius… just for you being who you are.' I flushed. Jesse and his complements… he was just too charming.
I didn't get to reply back because Jesse cupped my face in his large, tanned – and glowing – hands and pressed his lips once again onto mine.
The kiss was passionate and hungry. It seemed as if Jesse was getting desperate. I took control of it, turning us around so that Jesse was now leaning up against the headboard, pressed against it by yours truly.
I knew that me and Jesse never got past first base. It was always kissing, never anything more – dirty. I'm sure that I had to wait for a honeymoon before Jesse even considered on touching me in that way.
A girl can dream.
Though Jesse seemed to be going pretty well over this week. We've shared a lot of kisses, and I've loved every one of them. We've shared so many, that I've lost count. Although I still could remember the first one.
"Fine… we don't have to talk."
I felt my cheeks go red at thinking that. I remembered that kiss well. The first spine-tingling Jesse kiss I had ever received in my life. And the whole exorcize-shadowland thing was worth that little kiss.
The kiss ended and we begun just laying there, in each others arms. I whispered hoarsely, 'Love you, Jesse.' Then closed my eyes.
I felt a soft kiss on my forehead. 'I love you too, Querida.'
And nothing seemed more perfect.
Eventually, I fell asleep again. Jesse left me for a while, going wherever he goes when he's not with me. Most probably at the mission with Father Dom. That lead me back to the other matter at hand. Not the Paul one, but the mediators moving to Carmel.
It was just strange, that was all.
Seven mediators in one small town.
Well, Four mediators, two shifters and one person rumored to be a shifter.
Sighing, I packed my beach bag. Me, CeeCee and Adam were all going to the beach for some good ol' tanning work. Or, that's what me and Cee planed on doing, Adam would most probably go surfing.
Not that he could surf.
Actually, nah. Adam was a fine surfer. I just like mocking people. I do it all the time, even to people who I hold closest to my heart, like Jesse. Although I don't mock him all the time. It's fun sometimes. Just to see his perplexed expression when I say a joke that he doesn't get or a little sarcastic remark that ends up getting him into one of his playful moods.
Perhaps my favorite mood of all.
I was dressed in a leafy green coloured bikini. It matched my eyes – barely. I couldn't get my mind of that white dress I was wearing in Shadowland. Now that I thought of it… it looked a lot like the dress that the lead singer from Evanescence wore in her film clip "My Immortal."
Was it just me, or was Evanescence a sudden conspiracy altogether. Not that they could be though, they didn't even know I existed. It would be funny if they did. I could imagine me, Susannah Simon, a normal girl – except for the mediator thing – being watched by one of the most famous goth rock bands.
Weird.
Maybe it's me. My brain might just be weird altogether. I think that's it. Because I am definitely not normal. Although, I'm not as insane as some of those Fanfiction writers though. I mean, who would write story's on other people's books? Your wasting you time… you don't even get paid!
Kind of like the mediator thing.
But writing stories doesn't give you the warm fuzzy feeling you get inside when you help a ghost. Writing is just… writing.
Again, lets all say "Weird Suze."
Weeeeeirrrrd.
Nice and long, sarcastic as well.
Weeeeeirrrrd.
'Susie!' My mom called from downstairs. I put on my matching green sarong and slipped my feet into some true Australian-imported green thongs before grabbing my bag and running through the threshold of my room, ready to become sunburnt and happy.
AN: This chapter was a little… weird. (Mercy – Well, what do you expect, we are the one's writing it!) True, Mercy True. But I know what your thinking… Suze… Spanish? Nada. It doesn't work.
Well, we know that. There is a reason for everything and you will find the reason for that little incident out soon enough.
Next Chapter: Jesse gives Susannah the surprise he said he would give and somehow… Suze finds herself in Shadowland again.
And now… over to our reviewers, Or our replies to their tortured cries – er, I mean… reviews. Yeah…
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Hiccup! (Go Suze, Now I have the hiccups):
nikki007 - Please forgive us, we did not update and you did! We feel so bad... the next chapter will be more fluffier, more longer and more... uh... INSANE! lol. My life is over: That story just totally rocks. Jesse is so sweet... but... - lip quivers - YOU SHOT HIM! (Mercy - Poor you, Jessa is never gonna get over that)
billtheponyllama - Llamas and ponies rule... no doubt about it But you rock as well. Go the new fic, it's so inspirational. And... you are so right, the Lord of the Rings characters SHOULD have been on llamas, its so unfair -pouts- Oh well, onto the shit list those directors go...
Appepalupagus- I have never agreed with anyone more than i have agreed with you; Paul is a socially retarted hermit! Now he lives in Suze's dreams as well...
martinkerbell - No, i don't think Doc recorded anything that wasn't neccesarry, i mean, Jesse and Suze need some privacy! lol. I thought the present asking thing was cute as well. -grins-
LordLanceahlot a large amount of swearwords come from Jessa's mouth- YOUR NAME ROCKS AS WELL! GRR! I'll just have to change mine to: Paulthesociallyretartedhermit... thanks to appepalupagus for giving me that one... i am considering it by the way, very much so... lol. I'm glad we have SOME worshippers. (Mercy - Yeah, expecially since Jessa is Voldemort's daughter) GASP! MERCY! YOU TOLD EVERYONE MY SECRET!
NOW I WILL NEVER TURN INTO A CATAPILLAR!
(Mercy looks weirdly at Jess- O...k...a...y)
Love,
The Valor and Charity Goddess'
