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

I moved… twice… and graduated… and got boyfriends and lost boyfriends and friends and everything was crazy… but anyway this is the last chapter. I'm out of school for a while, starting college in August. Hope you liked the story, thanks for the support. Chels

Chapter 29: Breaking the Demons Inside.

(Suze's POV)

Things may not have turned out like in my vision but they still sucked! I know Paul did this, what I don't believe is how I trusted him so fully. I will find out what he did, I will find out how to fix it, and I will, above all things, make sure this never happens again. After all the shifting lessons I went through I knew a few ways to make any person talk. Even self centered, all knowing, God's on Earth, like Paul Slater believed he was. He taught me many tricks of our trade, but he would pick up on them if I tried to use them against him. I will have to use my sexuality, along with them to make him talk. I hated, hated, hated admitting this to myself, what I'd have to do, and how far I would have to go. My only hope is that Jesse forgives me when all is said and done.

Packing up my things, I got into the little blue car sitting in my driveway and turned the key in the ignition. I took a deep breath and maneuvered my way down the driveway and along the scenic, winding roads of Carmel. Pulling up to the glass mansion that was Paul's house, I wished breaking him would be as easy as throwing a stone at his shatter-able house. I walked up to the door and, not bothering to knock, through it. Strutting straight into his room I caught sight of him laying, fast asleep on his bed. I closed my eyes before climbing over his sleeping body and straddling his torso. "Baby wake up," I coaxed, "I need to talk to you."

Paul stirred groggily underneath me, hopefully he'd react the way I thought he would. "Mmmm…hmmm?" he murmured placing one hand on either side of my waist, "what time is it sweety?" Grimacing from the nickname I tried not to let my disgust show through in my voice. "Baby its noon, you missed our meeting. I was going to introduce you to my friends but…" I was trying to convince him that time had not progressed as much as he thought, or that he was dreaming, whichever direction he decided to go.

He reached for my hand, definitely a dream, easier to sell. "I'm sorry Suze, really. Can you ever forgive me? I know how important that was to you." He was actually kind of sweet when he wasn't awake. I kissed him, softly and slowly, "its alright Paul" I said between kisses, "I love you, you're the only man for me." I wanted to cry saying that. "Baby if there was anyone other than you in my life what would you do to them?" I could hear the thought process of a madman! 'Might as well tell the truth, its only a dream'. "I'd mess with time and space for you baby, make that guy a babbling bag of bones." I breathed a sigh of relief, he was talking, "How?" I asked, sucking seductively on the earlobe of the man I hated the most in this world.

"Simple," Paul gasped " Brain washing, with a shifters twist."

"How so?" I prodded, kissing down his neck, leaving a trail of tiny kisses down his bare chest.

"I'd make his brain move on," he said seriously, "There's only one way to reverse something like that."

"And what would that be?" I gritted out, unzipping his pants with my teeth.

I was prepared to do what he obviously wanted. He was not going to say one more word to me until he had his way. Pants discarded on the floor, Slater finally realized that I was fully dressed. I made a slight show out of taking my sundress off, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground on top of his pants, slipping out of my underwear. 'please forgive me Jesse' I thought with all my self, but careful to keep the thought hidden from the shifter underneath me. Paul obviously loved to give attention to his girl, he was kissing all over my body, leaving no part untouched… some more touched than others. 'If you have to do something you don't want to do, it might as well be good.' For being a virgin I knew exactly what to do to make this man a boy again. Yes, I kissed him all over, teasing him. Then, yes, I did give him a blow job. He showed his appreciation by rewarding me with the same pleasure. "I love you Suze Simon," He moaned as he slipped himself into me. Oddly enough I felt something like love towards him at that moment.

It hurt, but only for a second. Paul gently kissed my tears away, looking me deep into the eyes while telling me I was the only girl he'd ever care for. The only women he'd ever love. Just when I thought it was feeling too good he'd dramatically slow down and make me want more, giving me a soft kiss to pacify my objections. He was teasing me. "H-h-how do you d-doooo it, baby? How would it be reversed?" I panted, conversationally. Paul stopped altogether, a nearly unbearable feeling passed over me. I wanted him to keep going. He smiled knowingly and gave a soft chuckle before kissing me, "A swap. One for another." Then, as fast as he had stopped, he started up again. He rammed himself into me, hard and fast. I screamed out in pleasure. "I love you Susannah Simon. Will you marry me?" he gasped. Not seeming to hear what he said, or maybe not comprehending what he was asking of me, I moaned "Yessss, o baby, yes, yes, yes!" out at the top of my lungs. Then my world shattered. Everything felt good, Paul was holding me, breathing hard, sweaty and warm. What had started as a plot to get Jesse back was now asking me to do the hardest thing I think I will ever be asked to do. Because now I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I, Suze Simon, am in love with Paul Slater.

Confusion. That's how I will describe what is in my head as I lay here, clutching my archenemy like he's my salvation. Confusion is also what I would call what happened next. Through the door to Paul's room, walked Paul. But I was already holding Paul. As I looked down at the heap of clothes I noticed that the pants on the floor were khaki cargo's. The kind that 'new Paul' would have worn. The Paul that had just walked in the door was dressed like 'old Paul', 'evil Paul'. Hate slithered through my veins. "Suze Simon, in my bed" the Paul who just walked in smiled a slimy smile at me. "It would be good were it actually me holding you, and not…" He paused, confusion showing on his face. The Paul holding me looked up coolly at his 'twin' " you thought you made me of nothing, didn't you?" he asked, "well you made me of you, and now you have to go."

"What's going on?" I asked quietly. Nice Paul kissed me on the top of my head, "I'll explain in a second, sweets." As Paul got up from holding me I realized what he was intending to do. I made a split second decision and reached for his hand. "A favor, love?" I asked shyly. "Anything" he responded. "I want a swap," I said, "he made Jesse, alive Jesse, into a babbling mess. I love you Paul, but Jesse… he doesn't deserve that." Paul nodded, while the other still stood with a look of confusion on his face. Good Paul closed his eyes and his 'twin' began to shake and writhe in agony. The last words I heard from him were 'perfect plan, genius… backfired… hehehehe… so perfect. All wrong… I still win'.

The last words I ever heard from Jesse however weren't words at all. Sobs wracked his body, a broken heart destroying all comprehension. He looked at me, that one last time, hugged me, then disappeared. Some days I still feel him watching me; Even as my children run around at the beach, or we take a picnic lunch to the mission to see Father Dom. Every time I get the feeling he's near I am forced to take a step back and think. I loved Jesse, but I lost him a long time before that night. He started out as a ghost, in my life, watching over me. But since then everything has changed. Now, he's like an angel, still watching over me, yet now—he's very much alive.

Every time Paul catches me with that wistful look of remembrance in my eye, that tiny ounce of regret, he comes to me knowingly. He wraps his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear, "Susannah Slater, I love you with all my heart, and soul and being... Every morning, noon and night... Every sunrise, every sunset, every time I look up into the sky and see the stars and the moon... Every blade of grass reminds me of you, every butterfly too—every everything. I love you."

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Awwww how sweet, and sad, and, and, and--. I had absolutely no idea what I was writing while I was writing it, I just kind of typed and let my mind wander and that's what I got…Ok so that was the last chapter. Hope you liked it. Chels