Okie people, you asked for J/S fluffs, you got it. Ready for the long chapter?

Ooo, by the way, I just wanted to explain how the 1st chapter connects to the 2nd one. Well, Father D called them over to meet him at the school, when they arrived there, they found Father d lying on the ground. Yeah. Like that.

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I walked down the busy hall. Many nurses and doctors rushing around. I tried to avoid throwing up. I mean seriously, you'd think that I'm used to blood and gashes by now. Yuch.

I looked down my card, which read: room 656.

Father D, I thought, I hope he is okay.

I took a deep breath, and walked up to the door. Just as I was about to knock, I heard voices. Maybe this isn't a good time.

"How's Susannah?" I heard a raspy voice. Father Dom. He doesn't sound too good.

I pressed my head against the door.

"She, er, seemed fine when I last checked."

I gasped. Jesse. What's he doing here?

"That's good. I told her to leave, but she wouldn't. Such a sweet, caring girl."

Silence.

"Why didn't you-"

"I couldn't. I don't know how she'd react. It never seemed to be a good time. I'm not sure if it's too late. I just don't want to hurt her."

I stood up. Hmph. I see that Jesse is still with The Girl. They probably broke up, and Jesse's asking Father D for advise on how to get back together with Ghost Girl.

Yeah. Real smart Jesse. I'm sure Father D has lots of experiance on this kinda thing. Not.

"Susannah is a sweet girl-" Father D said.

"She just don't get it. Susannah is-"

My heart leaped a little. I'm what, Jesse?

"I just don't want to hurt her. She's so precious to me, and I would give up everything for her. But she just don't get it."

I suddenly felt hot. No, Jesse. Why are he saying all this. He just can't do this. I-I-

"She means so much to me. I was just afraid to hurt her for all that I do. I just took my chance, because we were never meant to be together."

Jesse, you don't get it. We were meant to be together for all out souls. We broke up for all the wrong reasons.

"Father, I just want Susannah to be happy. She will never be happy with me."

"Yes, I know how you feel."

I slowly knocked on the door. Maybe this is my first mistake.

"Come in," Father D said. "Susannah."

How-but-what? How did he know? Did he know that I was there the whole time, or, wha?

"No Jesse. Stay. I think this is the time."

I was careful not to meet his gaze. Because I was sure that I'd just get sucked in. Just like the old times. It's just hurts to much to know that he doesn't want you. That he doesn't want you for all the wrong reasons.

Silence.

"So, Father D, how are you doing?" I said, finally broke the silence.

I could feel Jesse gazing at me. I wouldn't dare turning my head, for if I did, it'll start all over again. And I didn't want it to happen, because it just hurts too much. It hurts too much to love and to tell someone that you love him, and he just-

"Yes, I'm fine. And how are you?"

"Father D. Is it true?"

"What's true?"

"The mediator. Paul-" I heard Jesse grumble something. Shut up. "-said that it was a mediator."

"I-I don't know." Father D sighed. "It's too dangerous for you. I know you Susannah, and I know that you'd just go ahead and take it on, but it's very dangerous."

But that wasn't fair. Nobody would ever tell me anything, because they think it's too much for me. But they have no idea how much more I've been through than they ever had. "You would tell Jesse." I grumbled to myself. Though it was for only my ears, Jesse overheard.

"Yes, Father. I think Susannah is. . .mature enought to know."

I heart did the little flippidy thing. "Shut up Jesse. Of cource I'm mature enough to know. So much more mature than you ever was. So, just shut up."

I felt Jesse shook with laughter. Because you know how ghost have super strenghth, well, the floor with viberating.

I stomped around. "I heard that!"

Jesse suddenly stopped shaking, and looked down at me.

I quickly looked away. "Um, so. . .Father D, when are you going to come back."

"Oh, I'm afraid not for a long time." Father sighed.

I nodded. Looking at my hand. It's like a tree, (No. Not that kind! It didn't look like a tree. God, what did you think?) it didn't grow at all, but it have so many memories, and marks.

Like the time that Jesse held my hand in his and told me that he loved me.

And when I cut myself with a knife because it hurted so much to live.

And when Paul would grasp my hand, so stop me from shaking so much, when I first started working for him, and I still haven't over Jesse.

When I went back to the past to stop Jesse from dying. And Diego accidently cut my hand.

And my chipped nails, that I'd bite when I was 17.

And the time. . .

"Susannah. Are you okay?"

I quickly snapped out of it. Why does it hurt so much to be with Jesse. All I wanted was for us to be together.

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"Mr. De Silva, how's it oing?" Paul said slowly smirking at me.

"Slater." Jesse cursed under his breath."

"Guys. Remember Father D told us to not fight."

"We're not," Jesse and Paul said at the same time.

"Good," I shrugged shining the flashlight into the darkness.

Screech!

"Ah!" I screamed pulling close to Jesse. "Did you guys hear that?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Susannah." Jesse said, with me close behind him. I could only see the back of him head. Like before, he hid. His hid his reflection, not willing to let me into the truth, because I was too foolish to know.

"Yeah, Suze. There's nothing to be afraid of, just a couple of ghost hunting this place. They don't hurt." Paul said smirking down at me. But he knew that I know. They do hurt. Just like how a real human would hurt you. If they cut you, you'd bleed. If they leave you with no explainations, it'd break your heart. You'd cry, like you've never cried before.

"No, they don't hurt, because they'd just ran away if anything happens," I closed my eyes against the darkness.

"The homecoming King and Queen of the year is. . .Mr. Paul Slater and Miss Susannah Simon." I felt many envious eyes on me. But I didn't care. I was just happy, and having the time of my life. Because I knew that in less than a day, Paul would be gone. He's be out of my life. He's move back to Seattle, and I'd move on with my life. I was as happy as I could ever be. But little did I know that this might be the last time that I'd feel that way.

Just me and Jesse. Together at last.

"May I have this one last dance?" Paul asked holding out a hand.

I nodded softly.

And we danced, and twirled, until I couldn't dance anymore.

"Goodbye Suze." Paul whispered softly into my ears. Left one spine shivering kiss. And left.

I didn't care. I just wanted Jesse. I knew that with Paul out of my life, everything would be alright. Just me and Jesse.

I rushed down the hall, holding my gown with one hand, and my crown in the other. I felt truly beautiful.

I knocked on Jesse's rec room. I came to tell him the good new. The best news. I thought my life had finally turned.

I heard voices. A girl's voice. I peaked through the window.

"Ha ha, that's soooo cool. Show me how you do that again?" Ghost girl. What's she doing here? Great. Thanks for ruining my day. And is she. . .checking him out!?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I busted through the door.

"Susannah, "Jesse said with a surprised look on his face. "What are you doing here? Dressed in that

"Jesse! We need to talk."

"Sure," He nodded.

We walked out in the cold lonley night. Nothing really feels alright anymore. Maybe I was wrong.

"Jesse. What were you doing?"

"What do you mean? I was showing her how to dematerialize."

"Jesse. Don't you get it? She's flirting with you!" I shriek.

Ghost girl came out.

"Jesse! I want you to stop seeing her!"

"Susannah! There's nothing between us! I'm tutoring her." He said holding her to his sides. Coz he knows what could happen when I get angry.

"You're not tutoring her! She is on to you Jesse!" I screamed. "I can't believe you can't see it! She's tearing us apart."-

"Susannah, are you okay?"

Jesse. The single person who hurted me so much. I truly never loved anyone like I did with him. And he hurted me. All I wanted was to be with him. Maybe I put too much effort in us.

I sniffled a bit. I could feel tears coming up.

I looked up at him. His kind face. Why couldn't he just support me. And catch me when I fall.

"I don't need this. I just want to disapear." I said to myself. Coz all I have now is me.

Paul looked at me weirdly.

"Hey. Why are we heading this way?" I suddenly asked.

"I sence some kind of ghostly presence here. Remember Father D told us to stop for the ghosts here. He said that they might know something about the Mediator."

I stood my ground. "Why, Jesse, should we follow you? How could you possibly know? How sure are you about this?" I said putting my hands on my waists. "Because I don't have to listen to you. We're always going your way, always listening to what you think is right. But Jesse, if you're not sure, than don't lead me on, because someone would get hurt. And the more you lead on, the worse it's gonna get."

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Susannah suddenly stopped. "Why, Jesse, should we follow you? How could you possibly know? How sure are you about this?" Her eyes flared up. "Because I don't have to listen to you. We're always going your way, always listening to what you think is right. But Jesse, if you're not sure, than don't lead me on, because someone would get hurt. And the more you lead on, the worse it's gonna get."

I know that's I'd made a mistake. Everything that I did was a mistake. But one thing that I'm sure isn't a mistake is loving Susannah. I know that I've hurt her, I've seen her cry. I'm hurt to know that she's hurt. But I know it's too late now to make a change.

After the fight. I stopped teaching Taylor (ghost girl) because I knew that that was the biggest mistake that I've make all along. I've been blinded, and didn't know it. She wanted to carry on, but I couldn't.

I tried to apoligize to Susannah. Tell her everything I feel. But it's never the right time. No matter how many times I told myself to go up to her and apoligize, I just couldn't do it. Because I loved her, and I'm afraid to hurt her again. I always told myself that it's better this way, she'll forget you. You were never meant to be, but she never moved on. I just hate to see her like this.

"Yes Jesse. Don't lead on." Paul said with another dark smirk.

Slater. I would never had fought with Susannah if I knew that she didn't have anyone else. If I knew that Paul left her. I thought that I was doing this for the better. But I was wrong. I hate Slater for hurting my querida so bad. But I knew that it was also my fought for ruining the best day of her life.

"Because," I said sternly. "I sence people here who would help up. It's our duty to ask for help."

But I knew that, of cource, Mr. Slater didn't need any help.

"Let's go then." Susannah said once again, leading the way.

We talked for a long time before finally arriving at a door.

"Are we going in?" I asked unsurely, what lies behind the door, I don't know.

"Of cource we are. Unless you're scared Jesse," Suze said grinning cunningly. "Then you don't have to."

"Let's go." I said turning the door nob.

It was quite dusty in here, but good enough to support us. Of cource, Susannah needed food, so think I'd just cook something for her. But nothing for Mr. Slater.

Susannah lit a candle. "This place is quite roomy."

I looked around for something to eat, but I knew too well, nobody have been here for over 300 years. There were nothing to eat here.

Suddenly the candles went out and so did the flashlight.

Laughters.

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Laughters echoed across the room. "Cut that out Paul!" I snapped.

But then I remembered, Paul wasn't here. He went to search around.

I shivered. I did not like this at all. "Um, Jesse. Stop that. It's not funny anymore."

"What. I'm not doing it."

My hand was shaking now. I felt the table for the flashlight. On off on off. It didn't work.

"Jesse." My voice shivered.

"Ahh, welcome to my place." The voice growled.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"What-who are you?" I tried to hide the fear in my voice.

"Ah, don't you remember me Miss Simon, I do believe we've met before. Unless . . ."

More laughter.

I heard his footsteps, it circled around us. (Better? Yeah, encircled didn't really make sence.)

I heard the table knocked down. The cabinet's glass broke. Many sounds. Oh my god, what's going on here.

"Who-who are you?" I found these works slip out of my lips. I gasped. I was so dead.

"Who am I? Who am I? Hahahahaha!" The bitter laugh. "My name is Hector De Silva."

I squeaked. But that was impossible, because the real Jesse was standing next to me, or well lying down on the ground next to me.

BANG!

The door openened, and the Thing was gone.

Thank god. Paul.

"What happened here?" He asked checking the broken cabinet, table, dishes, and many other unreconizable parts. "I leave you alone with Mr. De Silva for one minute and you guys get crazy."

I bent down next to Jesse. He growned as I touched him bloody forehead.

"Somebody attacked us," I said grimly.

But little did I know that this is only the beginning . . .

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Oooo, and I'm finished. Well, there's Jesse. Please review!

Oh, and here's a preview of the next chappie:

"Ooooooo! Jesse!" She sqealed. I felt sick to my stomach.

I casted a glance at Jesse. Jesse looked bemused. Paul looked amused. I looked sick. And well, Ghost Girl looked as happy as she's ever been.