DISCLAIMER: Meg Cabot owns all! But I own the plot and the unfamiler chars.

Thanks for the reviews. I know the whole part about Marcus was kinda lame, but the main focus is the wedding... so this is the last chapter that crap will be mentioned. Okey dokey, here it is.

Suze's POV

On top of the whole my-fiance-saw-me-in-my-wedding-dress-before-the-wedding thing, we all had to be questioned. So, I had to come up with a story so they didn't know that I knew he was coming. Cops don't really belive the I-see-dead-people story.

So, basicly, here's how it went.

Cop: Would you please explainto me what you saw or heard when the incedent occured?

Me:Well, we were all in the dressing room... area and we heard Claire scream and then a gunshot. So, we went into the back room to hide, which is where I sent a text message to my Fiance, telling him to come over quickly. And he did and the both of them began fighting, from what I heard. Eventually, the man was unconcious and we all came out.

Cop: Thank you for your time, Ma'm.

Me: No problem, Sir.

That was all. I guess they already knew that the man was Marcus Beaumont and had killed God knows how many people. So, all of this was really procedure. Claire was brought to the Hospital (Jerry did a good job in treating her before they came.) After the cops left, we paid George for all the dresses and tuxes, since he and Clair owned both of them, and changed into our jeans. Let me just say how much is sucks to get out of that dress. As soon as possible, he left for the hospital.

We all headed back to Mom and Andy's, except for Jerry, who had to work. Jesse and I were in our own car.

"I'm going to tell them. Everything." I informed him.

Jesse let out a sigh, keeping his eyes on the road. "Are you sure about this, Querida?" He asked.

"I have to, Jesse. They have a right to know why that bastard was after me and why they were almost killed. And I'll have to explain everything." I paused before finally asking Jesse. "Should we include your story as well?"

We stoped at a stop light, after my mom. He looked up at me, nodding. "They have a right to know." He said reaching out and squeezing my hand reassuringly.

We all walked into the house to find Andy and the boys watching the TV. Brad was in town for hisspring break and Jake just felt like coming over, I guess. I can finally tolerate all of my brothers, by the way. After turning off the TV, I announced "I really need to talk to all of you guys."

It took about a minute or so for CeeCee, Adam, and Ginato get a seat. Mom sat next to Andy the second we walked in. Jesse and I stood in front of them. I felt like a teacher or something. Well, I kinda was.

First we all filled in Andy and kids on what happened at the store that day. Which was, really, no biggie for me, considering what I was going to explain next.

"That man wasn't after money, you guys. He was after me. You guys have a right to know what he was doing there so here it goes. The next part will be hard to believe, and I don't expect you to right away. And it will actually take a long time to explain so if anyone wants a something to eat or drink, go get it now. In fact I'll take orders. Raise you hand if you want wa-"

"Susannah..." Jesse cut me off in a warning tone.

"Fine..." I said before taking a deep cleansing breath. "I'm a Mediator. Well, a Shifter, actually, but lets not confuse you. For lack of a better definition, I see dead people. I can talk to them and figure out what's holding them back from moving on to Heaven, Hell, their next life. What ever it may be past the doors." I paused a moment, looking from face to face. They were all puzzled. Well, except David, CeeCee, and Gina.

Then I continued. Starting to when I first realized I was a Mediator and moving through time to Jesse's tale. Eventually I explained the Tad story. I stoped there, realizing there was no way they would believe my confession unless I brought in the big guns.

"Mom," I started, going over to her and taking her hand in mine before continuing. "Dad was a ghost until about 5 years ago. I would talk to him all the time. The only thing that was holding him back was the fact that I wasn't happy. I wasn't truly happy until Jesse was alive." Tears were stinging my eyes, and coming out of hers. And it wasn't because of the hormones. She pulled me into a hug. One down, about 5 more to go.

David finally spoke up, giving me a hand. "I know she's telling the truth because Mom came to Suze, and told her that it wasn'tour fault she died. She wanted me to understand that. Guys, you gotta believe her..." My attention was riveted over to Adam, as realization finally dawned upon him.

"During that party, Paul Slaterwasn't high, wasn't he? You were beating him up and we couldn't see you cause you were still dead, right Jesse?" Adam asked. I can only assume Jesse nodded since Adam said. "Woah, dude, good job with the A-...butt-kicking..." He corrected himself, realizing that Jesse was about 174 years old and probably still used to the whole no-cursing-in-front-of-lady thing, which he was. Jesse only curses in Spanish when he's around me.

"I remember that." Brad said. "This whole ghost thing sure explains alot."

"And that one time at the Mission when the breezeway collapsed on top of you. That was ghost related, too, wasn't it?" Jake asked.

"Exorsism of the suicidal maniac. Remember Heather? Well, she was insane to put it lightly." I said, very matter-of-factly.

Mom finally spoke up. "So that's why my dishes were ruined that night?"

"Yes Ma'm. Sorry about that." Jesse admitted, shyly, as I walked over to him. I couldn't help but smiling.

"Well, that was easier than expected." I commented. Jesse wraped an arm around my waist as Andy stood up.

"Well, I should be making dinner." He announced, walking to the kitchen. I could see tears begin to well up. Probablythe fact thatI had seen hisex-wife, after she had died, sunk in. That would affect anyone, I guess. Brad and Jake seemed ok, but they were probably just being all big about it.

Mom wiped away her tears and looked up at me, with a small smile. And then I knew that every thing would be alright. I was confident that they believed me. And I didn't have to keep this secret hidden from themanymore. We continued the night normally, with CeeCee, Adam, and Gina as our guests. We played a game of Cranium (A/N: that's a pretty fun game to play in a big group, you know). Gina and I went back to the dorm, wrapping up quite an eventful day. You know, between almost being killed and finally admitting your biggest secret, you can get quite tired.

I'm not fully happy with this chapter, but I'm my own worst enemy (and critic) So... please review:-D