The Mediator: Changes- (Based on the mediator series by Meg Cabot/Jenny Carroll)

YOU GUYZ ROCK!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't leave you hangin' for long so here's another chapter! BTW, I do write my own stories too, I'm probably going to put them up on fictionpress.com sometime soon...I'll keep ya posted! Thanx much! ~ Chels

Chapter 23: Role Reversal?

(*flashback*)

'Here lies Paul Slater, beloved Son, Brother and Friend' was engraved on the tombstone.

(*end flashback*)

"I must admit, I never liked the guy, but I'd never wish this upon him" said Jesse quietly.

"Neither would I," I agreed, "But I don't think anyone really remembers him... it says that he died back in 1960... and was born in 1944... he died when he was 16, but he died in a whole other lifetime..."

"And so did another person, Susan Simone... they were the same age," said Jesse.

"Looks like he finally got me... I hope he was happy" I said.

"I was... until Juan had to take it all away from me" Said a voice from behind me and Jesse, we turned around, holding hands. It was Paul, or his ghost.

He gasped, "Susan? Juan? But you... I... we... what is going on?!".

"Paul?" I asked, "I'm Suze... this is my boyfriend Jesse..."

"But you look just like...them" He sputtered. I realized that he was dressed in a football outfit of some sort, from the 20's, duh...

"We aren't, I promise... anyways, do you know why you're here?" I asked, playing the perfect mediator for once in my life... I mean, I knew the guy- well we were almost friends... when he existed in this decade.

"Yeah, You killed me, then he killed you..." Paul accused, pointing to me, then to Jesse.

"Right, um, Paul? You died in 1920, it is now 2003... My name is Suze, and I definitely didn't kill you!" I said, laying it all out.

"You didn't." Said someone hiding in the shadows, "but I did!". She stepped out from the shadows, revealing... well, revealing me- me dressed in black leather, Olivia Newton John in Grease style, poofy hair and all.

"Susan?" Asked Paul coldly.

"Yes babe, it's me" She drawled... she sounded like a southern bell turned prostitute, to think of it, she looked like one too.... eew!

"Where's Juan?" He questioned icily.

"Right here" Came a voice, thickly accented and deep. He nodded to Jesse, "Nice outfit".

"Juan." Stated Paul.

"Paul... I thought you'd learned to die when someone kills you." said Juan mock sweetly.

"Guess not..." Paul answered, shrugging his shoulders unaffectedly.

"Could you all just shut up!?!?!" I interrupted.

"For you." Both Juan and Paul answered. Jesse chuckled.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"She killed me, because he asked her to... but she was under a spell or something... then she woke up from the 'trance' and tried to kill him, but he ended up killing her instead." Paul explained, "When she died, her ghost went back into the trance and she's like his slave and.... evil..."

"DID NOT!" Susan protested, " Am not!"

"And you?" I asked Juan.

"Guilty" He said simply, a smirk spreading across his face, "And loving every second of it!"

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WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!?!? review if ya wanna know!!! hehe yet another 'cliffhanger'!!!... thanks for readin' ~Chels