Eh. Not major fluff. I'm not any good at the make out scenes that everyone loves. more Practice. Hope ya like this chapter. Thanks for being so supportive of everything...You guys rock! everyone that reviews and you guys that read it anyway...I'm hoping to get the next chapter out BEFORE next weekend.

Enjoy.

And disclaimer...I don't know how that goes, but I haven't mentioned one for a while. I do not own the Mediator characters or anything else like that. Just cuz I haven't had a disclaimer for a while..

My heart was thumping, and I was breathless. Could this be what I'd lived to hear for while I'd been in California?

'Mi Querida, my memory may have been failing me now, but my heart has not been. All along as I found myself in an unfamilliar time and place, I felt the same with you.' My stomach dropped. Did I overestimate this? 'I am begining to remember my feelings as a ghost. They were not for me to feel, while I was dead, and you were alive. No one could see me, save for Father Dominic, and Paul. After dark and lonely days creeped into weeks; weeks into months, and months turned into a century and a half, I began to wonder if my afterlife would be empty and silent for the rest of the earth. If God had completely forgotten about me, and forsaken me.

'One day, however, a man and three boys walked into the room, speaking about a new family, and a bigger house. Soon a woman joined them.' He was no longer holding me close, but had put me at arms length, to look at my face. 'As I realized that, like all the others, they could not see me. No one had seen me in a hundred and fifty years.

'Soon, my room had been turned into a frilly, pink room, fit for a baby girl. There was no crib, but belongings for just a girl. When I had heard the brothers talking excitedly about their new stepsister, and I expected that a girl of seven or eight to come in.

'What I did not know, was that the love of my life would walk in, and steal my heart right out of my chest.' Don't tell me he's going to be in love with my mom...just kidding. I know he's not. Unless it's Andy...

Nah. I'm just kidding again.

'You, my angel. I cannot tell you how it pained me to watch you pine for someone unknown to me, as I was alive. It was heartbreaking to watch and not know. There was always a feeling, deep inside of my heart that would not go away. Gradually, as I spent more time with you, then I knew. It was you.

'The poems, I know were strange, and I never wanted anyone to see them, and when you saw them, I was excited and frightened that you knew of my love. I knew when we were working on, homework, that day, so long ago. Was that only Friday night?

'What I'm trying to say, I think, querida, is that...I love you. More than you can ever know. There, I"ve said it, and...'

'Jesse!' I said throwing my arms around him, and squeezing him as tight as I could. 'I love you just as much! I've been waiting for the longest time to say that, to hear you say that too.' My heart was singing, and I was flying on a cloud of love. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and held fast to me.

'I'm so happy that you feel the same way, I love you, Susannah.' He couldn't seem to say that enough.

'I love you too, you know. Now what about Father D?'

'What about him?'

'Well, do you think he'll...approve?'

'And why wouldn't he? We are old enough. I'm almost out of school, and your mother doesn't seem to mind if we were going out anyway, right?'

'No. She likes that I've finally found a social life. And you're most of it, so what can she do? Forbid me from seeing you? She can't stop me from seeing you can she?'

'I hope not. I don't know what I'd do...' How long we stood there, I don't know, but we jumped apart pretty quick when Father Dom walked in.

'Well, I'm glad to see you two like this. I was wondering how long it would take for you two to figure it out.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, wondering.

'Susannah, you mean you don't know how it was? Couldn't you see Jesse walking around not hearing anyone, looking for someone that wasn't there? But you, you just seemed so depressed after Jesse was gone. I'm so happy that you two are doing much much better. By the way, I called Paul, and he and I are going to meet, so I have to run. Would you like to come with me, Susannah?'

'Um, no. I'm good, thanks. See ya later Father D. Nice seeing you today.'

'Thanks for the pants by the way,' Jesse said dryly.

'You're welcome, Jesse. Feel better. We'll be seeing you both in school soon right?'

'Um, yeah. So, I'm clear for staying home tomorrow?'

'Of course! I'll excuse you, and make sure that your teachers know what happened, and then get you your homework. Not that there'll be much because of your hard weekend. Some of your teachers will excuse you from the assignments. You too Jesse.' Obviously not my classes with Sister Ernestine. Mr. Walden, maybe. Sister Marshe for sure. She's the biggest pushover. Ever. In the history of JSMA, anyway.

'Thank you Father Dominic. I'll be there as soon as I can.' Jesse answered happily, pants thing forgotten.

Father D waved, and walked out the door to go see Paul.

He and I had become sort of friends, but sometimes I didn't trust him. Like when Jesse had dissappeared. I think I pretty much hated him then. I didn't want to see him, much less be in his presence for months after that. When I didn't know that Jesse was Jesse (does that make sense? Jesse, Hector that didn't remember a thing, was Jesse, Jesse that I loved, sort of thing?) for like three months or so, I decided to let it go.

When I found out about the whole 'let's bring Jesse to life and conveniently take him away from a wonderful...

Guess I didn't get to that part huh?

Well, it all started that day in the graveyard, after Jesse had just grabbed me and pulled me into one of the most amazing kisses in my life...most of them are from him, but you know, it works doesn't it? They're still amazing right?

Anyway, we had made it on to the ground, and were laying side by side, my hands wound through his hair, his hands creeping up the back of my shirt. We were both clearly enjoying this. Fireworks were going off in my head, and I imagine that if anyone had wandered down the path to Jesse's grave, it would've looked pretty strange.

My tounge hanging out in the middle of space, stroking someone elses invisible head, sighing to myself. Repeating 'Jesse' over and over again.

Back to the point. This went on for too short a time for me. Entirely too short. One minute, Jesse was there, and we were having a great time, the next, he was just gone. I was there, on the ground, by myself.

And in the back of my mind, I knew he hadn't gone anywhere because he'd been too forward with me. No. I knew he wasn't going to be there for a long time.

That's why I burst into tears at the thought of no Jesse.