Dedicated to Unangelichalo:

So I admit it: I didn't tell Jesse about the whole mom-paying-for-the-wedding thing. I guess it was the fact that I knew how he'd react to the news. I mean, I know that I should have. It would have probably been a hell of a lot easier if I'd just come out and said it. But I couldn't. Especially with the 'Evil X' dude thing going on. He had enough to worry about. Not that taking his mind off the money issue wouldn't have helped most guys. It's just that Jesse is slightly different to most guys. And in a huge way. He has major honour issues. Which are particularly irritating when we're making out. Me being the hormonal nineteen year old that I am.

So sue me if I was getting annoying. It's not my fault. Although in some ways it's good I guess. I mean we're probably saving a fortune on contraception and stuff. Okay, must get off the subject of 'It'. Seeing as 'It' isn't going to happen any time soon and all.

But yeah, the point I was aiming to get at was that Jesse did not need more to worry about right now. At all. In fact it'd probably do him good to get away. On holiday I mean, and preferably with me. Cause even though I said that I didn't mind not having an expensive honeymoon, it'd still be nice to go somewhere. To just pack up and walk away from my mediating duties for a week. Or maybe two.

But that's about as likely to happen as me walking through a forest off poison-oak with Spike. It just isn't going to happen. Ghosts –sadly- come as part of the package of being me.

I knocked on Jesse's door gingerly. I was desperately trying to not wake him up in the unlikely event that he'd actually gotten any sleep. Last night had been a busy night for ghosts. I'd had three in two hours. Luckily they'd all been straightforward cases.

From the look on Jesse's face as he opened the door, I could tell he hadn't been as lucky. He looked shattered.

"Susannah. What are you doing here so early?" he asked sleepily. He stepped back to let me in. I grinned at the papers spread out over his desk.

"I felt like popping in to say hi is all. Busy night?" he yawned in reply. Closing the door behind me he leant down and kissed me lightly on my forehead. I rolled my eyes, at his obvious zombie-like state. He walked over towards the desk and flopped down into one of the wooden seats.

"You could say that. Does five lost souls count as busy?" he asked leaning down over some papers he'd obviously gotten off the internet to help him with the moving-on process.

"No not really. But at least we get a good health plan." I giggled. He threw me an amused glance as he shuffled through to pull out a small thumb-nail photograph of a pretty little girl with ringlets. She only looked about twelve at the most. The mood immediately became serious.

"Her name is Kayla. She refused to talk to me about anything else. She seems to have a problem with discussing-"

"I know who she is." I whispered softly. I felt my heart beating faster as I continued to stare at the picture in front of me. I knew exactly who she was. She had the same dark hair and fine bone structure as I remembered. But it was the eyes that captured me. Black. Just like her sister.

"It's Gina's little sister." I told him in shock. I couldn't quite believe it. I still remembered playing with her in Gina's back garden. Even when she'd been born and Gina had to leave school early to go and see her mom. We were so excited. We'd spent months planning out what we thought she should be called and what she'd look like. It was like she was my own sister for a while.

I saw recognition dawn on Jesse's face as he saw the same similarities between her and Gina.

"I'm so sorry Querida." He breathed. I felt his hand clutch mine as I came to kneel down beside him. I took the picture and stared at it bleakly. I wondered if Gina knew. I hadn't had a chance to call her yet. I'd been determined to do that job today. But now that call seemed more like a death sentence. This would kill Gina.

"Did- did Kayla say anything? Any message? Did she tell you how she died?" I asked trying to keep my emotions under control. He shook his head sadly.

"No. She seemed to be looking for someone." he said.

"Like a mediator?" I asked stiffly. He looked past me as if remembering every detail of that day. It was like he was trying to relive it for a moment.

"No. Not like a mediator. She kept mentioning a friend she knew that lived in Carmel. And a warning she wished to give them. But she wouldn't tell me who or what either was. She said that she could do it herself. Then she left."

I nodded feeling coldness wash over me. A chill that started at the base of my spine and zinged all the way up my back.

"She's looking for me. Of course she is. She must have read Gina's letters about me being a Mediator. She always used to read private info that Gina kept in her room. Especially her diary." I said in a hushed voice.

I hadn't even noticed the hysterical edge to my own voice. It was only when Jesse pulled me to him that I realised that I had been crying. He held me for a long while just whispering soothing words into my hair. And it didn't even matter that I didn't understand Spanish. Just having him near made me feel calmer.

I felt my breathing ease as his grip on me loosened. He pulled back to look at me and pushed back my hair. When he leant down and kissed me it wasn't fiery with passion. It was just a simple brush of the lips. But even something so simple still managed to make my heart flip in my chest.

I guess that's what love is. Being able to loose yourself with someone. To become one with a touch.

And although it sounds cliché it really was true. I felt like I was part of him now. And the funny thing was that I actually liked it. Me, Susannah Simon whom never needed anyone.

Strange how realities can shift so easily.

Thank you SO SO much to all my reviewers! I seriously never expected such a great response to this. It just kind of started as a stupid one-shot thing. And now it's a stupid-chapter thing instead. Lol.

SO I've finally found a plot point I can work with. Not babbling on like I understand shoe shopping. Lol. One of my friends read the last chapter after I posted and was so shocked she lectured me on all these different types of shoe. My vocabulary basically ends at: Trainer and Heels.

Here's the question:

For the wedding dress should it be:

Off the shoulder white with a pouf skirt

Strappy white dress with a straight skirt

A coloured dress with either straps or no straps

OR a mixture of all three?

Tell me what you think. Part of me is thinking white dress as it means to be pure and innocent and stuff. And part of me likes the idea of colour.

Hope you liked the chappy! Now all you have to do is push that gorgeous blue button at the bottom of the page. Cause if you review then I might actually reach a hundred reviews. Hopefully. If not then I'll keep trying. But whatever.

Ignore me. I've had way too much sugar intake today.

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