Candela Chapter 6: Toss and Turn, a mediator fanfic

Chapter Six

I awoke from this dream, covered in sweat and laying ontop of a bed which had no covers. Hmm… I thought, how odd.

That was when I realized it – I had kicked them off. With a small chuckle I remembered that I was still in Jesse's flat, but where was the object of my most luscious – not to mention erotic (not that I would tell him that) – fantasy?

He came in soon enough, a grin was plastered on his face and he was carrying a tray. When he saw me, his ebony eyes lit up. 'Hola Susannah, ¿tu bein?' The sugar-coated spanish caressed voice was back. But Jesse took one look at my face before dropping his into a frown. 'What is wrong, Querida?'

Sighing loudly, I tried to cast a smile on my face. 'Nothing, Just a nigthmare.' I couldn't bring myself to tell him that it was about people plotting my death. Jesse didn't seem to suspect anything more, if when he sat down beside me and looked at me with expecting eyes was any incantation. I looked at him weirdly for a moment but then realized what he was talking about.

Jesse kissed the tip of my nose – which, I might add, made me giggle a lot – and left me alone again, probably to feed Spike. I'm serious, he still has that dumb cat.

Through the whole proportion of my breakfast in bed – that was what was on the tray; strawberries, yogurt and a sandwich. I think Jesse is still afraid of the toaster, because I never see him eating toast unless I make it, and usually, when I make toast, I have to go through his whole loaf of bread – I burn almost every piece I make.

Jesse came back into the room with perfect timing, just after I had finished eating. His eyes were bright and his skin was the same beautiful shade of cinnamon. I giggled again, it must be hormones or a side-effect of being pregnant, I thought. I usually don't giggle that much. Or, as an afterthought I pondered, a side-effect of insanity. Most probably the latter.

The smile on my face must have been somewhat evident because Jesse looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes. He walked closer to me and sat down on the bed, whilst I was still smiling profusely. 'What are you smiling at?' He asked, in a faintly suspicious tone. I just giggled again and grinned at his cuteness.

'Nothing.' Whilst I said this word, I had put a finger against Jesse's right cheek and started to carve the outline of his face, first his cheekbones, then his nose, his two eyes and his lips, which I did very softly. When I got back to his other cheek on the left side, Jesse held my hand against his. I laughed again, his skin there was prickly, he was growing a sort of mustache-beard-thing. It didn't look dorky but unbelievably sexy. I guess I didn't really notice it last night.

'Digame, Susannah,' Whispering with large, chocolate eyes, I sighed again for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. With his other hand – the one that wasn't keeping his hand on my face – he moved it up to my own face and started to play with my hair, it felt nice. Really nice.

All thoughts, nightmares and sorrow aside, I moved slowly and softly into Jesse's arms and he kissed me. Not like the usual make out sessions him and I had had before, but a tender, lovers kiss. I felt a fire burst through my body when he claimed his lips to mine and when the grip he had on my hair moved down to the back of my neck.

I couldn't say that I was any better, now in Jesse's lap, my fingers were playing with the fine hairs on the back of Jesse's neck, running through the rest of his hair occasionally. Jesse seemed to like this since he smiled against my lips, I followed suit.

Then Jesse did something unlike him, he bit on my lip, I gasped in a slight pain. He didn't draw blood but it still hurt, I realized why he had done it a moment later though, since his toungue slipped into my mouth and started to explore every part of it.

My hands crawled up his back and then got lower towards his waist, where they stayed. Jesse's hands moved further as well, then did the same. We had to come up for breath after a moment, so the kiss was broken, we fell back onto the bed, feeling like kids again. Jesse breathed out and I remembered something as I gazed into his eyes.

With another touch of his face with my hand, I whispered. 'You're alive. Your breathing. And because of that, my life is perfect.' And it really was. My life seemed to be the most best life to live ever. I wanted to scream it out to the whole world, apparently, Jesse agreed because he moved closer to me – if that was even possible – and wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes for a moment before moving my head closer so I could snuggle into the small space between Jesse's neck and his shoulder.

'Love you, my Jesse,' He held me tighter at those words. Was he going to reply back? Did he love me as well? Of course he did, I thought, he had said it so much already, and he even blurted those three little words out last night as well.

I guess I should be ashamed of myself for worrying, because this time, I knew I wasn't hallucinating or imagining things. Jesse's voice was louder in my ear than a thousand screams, but I didn't get a bad migraine like I did every time someone screamed at me. Instead, I felt lightheaded and drunk with happiness.

'And I love you, mi Susannah.'

-(§)-

It was only until that night – or at least, three in the morning – that I remembered my dream. Jesse and my date was perfect, Mom knew nothing like the deed had happened between us again, because I wouldn't do it when I was in a stage of pregnancy. So sue me, I was seventeen and I was still afraid of saying the word "sex" too many times.

So I was propped up on the window seat, with my back against the window and pen and paper in my hands. I had to apply for the University here in Carmel, it was either that or move to Boston and enroll there. I chose the former, I didn't think I could leave Carmel over all the years… I loved it too much. Especially since it had all of my friends, Jesse and my family living there as well.

And I could never, ever find it in myself to leave them. Never. I loved them as much as I loved this place… and Jesse. Seriously, I love Jesse and Carmel a lot, so that meant I loved my friends in the same way.

Okay. Wrong phase of words there… Eww. What I mean, is that I love my friends a hell of a lot, just like I love the place I live in. I didn't mean that I loved all my friends like I did as Jesse… you know, with the whole 'erotic fantasy's' or anything.

Double Eww.

I seemed to be hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, I don't know how it came, it just… did. It was weird, unexpected. But then, my whole life was weird, why not add another burden onto my back? It was most probably another side-effect of pregnancy. I seemed to blame all my worries on that now. Pregnancy this, Pregnancy that. I get the picture already, I'm freaking pregnant!

That repeated in my mind over and over. The same line, and it got incredibly annoying, like this:

I'm pregnant.

Infuriating eh? I thought so.

I'm pregnant.

Just to piss you off.

The dizziness didn't last long. Oh, just around seven minutes...

By the way, did you know that most awkward silences come every seven minutes? Or even last for seven minutes?

Woozy.

Black dots blurred my vision, I had flashes – kind of like a hallucination type of dreamscape. One of me holding a bundle in my arms and grinning up at Jesse, one of a child at around three, sitting at a table and blowing out candles on a cake. This child had slightly cream skin, emerald eyes and short, messy raven hair. She seemed so familiar, yet I had never met her.

Then it hit me, she was my daughter.

But then I saw something else, that, I must say, freaked the shit out of me. I was kneeling, a child in my arms, she was covered in blood. And I realized it… it was my blood. I looked at her crying face and I just knew… it was the end for me.

And then… nothing.

The flashes stopped and I was left with a major migraine that almost reigned over a post-shifting headache. My head was also woozy again. So I was both head-ached and light-headed.

Weird.

But I really did feel weird, really weird. There was no one to call that would really understand the origin of my dreams. Jesse, being the great trainee doctor he was, would say it was stress from the pregnancy. Father Dom… no way, he wouldn't believe me. Paul would have to be the only other person I could really trust with my dreams, but he was on a weekend trip to see Jack and his parents in Seattle, he would be back in two days, so I guess I could try then…

No. I needed someone now.

Then I remembered. Ophelia.

Taking her number and address out of the small notebook that was lying beside me – I had transferred it from my pocket of the jacket I had worn to the clinic that morning to my notebook that evening – I raised my hand towards my cordless phone. It levitated a few inches from its place, and, in moments, flew into the range of my outstretched fingers. I grinned, shifter powers sometimes came in handy.

Scratch that, they just rocked altogether.

So how did the call go, you ask? It went well. It sort of when somewhat like this:

Ophelia: Hello, this is Madam Ophelia, Psychic Medium. If you are here to purchase anything, please phone 1 555 523 4499.

Me: Er… Hi, I'm not here to buy anything from you, It's Susannah Simon. Remember me?

Ophelia: Oh yes, hello dear! I thank-you for remembering the appropriate times of calling me. I just have to make sure you are not a tradesmen, those people are very annoying.

Me: Okay. I just called because, I, Well. It's embarrassing but I'm having some really disturbing dreams about me and… my baby.

Ophelia: Ah yes, I knew you were with a child, I did not mention it though, in case, like many people, you thought I was a nutcase and ran away. – laughs – But dreams, child? I will not ask if they are good because you would not call if they were anything but bad, and you did say disturbing…

Me: Yeah. There of… death. At first the dream was fine, just a normal daydream but I had visions of three shadow people and they came in and shot me, and I-I could see all the blood on my newborn baby and… It just… hurt me in a way.

Ophelia: Yes… Yes… I understand… It is horrible to have those dreams. This is in need of either a special type of séance or simply a dream spell. But for either, you would need to come to my house. It will be free of charge of course, you are more of a friend to me than any normal customer. And I am sure that if you have my phone number, you have kept my address. Come to me tomorrow night, and we shall discuss.

Me: Alright. That sounds good, I'll tell my parents that I am at my friend's house. They will understand. Thank-you so much, I feel a little better now that I've told you.

Ophelia: That's alright, child.

Me: Goodbye.

Ophelia: Goodbye dear.

That was how it went down. I was a little distressed when telling her of my dreams, but I really did feel like a burden was lifted when I admitted that to her. She was nice about it, and comforted me in a way. I wasn't excited, but I wasn't nervous either about meeting her again. For some reason, I was oddly serene.

AN: That is all for chapter six. I will make sure the next one is up soon… So. Did you like? Did you hate? Reveal all… Bwahehehehehehe!

Don't mind me, I think my friend's insanity is rubbing off… Btw, when we say 'Bwahehehehehehe…' We say it with a 'hehe' instead of a 'haha' … random fact.

Right.

Anyway, I love you all for your fantastic reviews. This story is really getting underway, and if this makes a difference to you… I may be doing a sequel to Y tu te Vas. I'm not sure that this one will be a one-shot though, maybe longer…

Better news for you!

-EG

P.S. Bwahehehehehehe…………………… I have changed my name from Chayfan to Elmer's Gal!