A.N.: This chapter is dedicated to Quietly Losing Control for being the first to review to my last chapter. I would also like to give a special thanks to iluvmeg, Koizak, MerakSardonyx, nikki007, sassystar678, and Smiley0925 for reviewing to both of my chapters so far. Thanks so much.
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Mediators and Issues With Paul
The Choices We Make
Suze's POV-
It felt really good to punch Paul in the face. I didn't feel guilty about it or anything either. Mom just took him into the kitchen to nurse his injury. Ha, injury my foot.
Father Dom tried to explain to me that I "shouldn't have done that" and that I "shouldn't get involved". It really was pathetic if you ask me.
Anyway, I ended up tuning him out after a while. I started to stare at Jesse. Watching his chest move steadily up and down was almost hypnotic. The worst part about it was that I couldn't reach out and touch him anymore. I had every opportunity to do that before this whole ordeal, but I never did. I guess it's my one regret. Well, actually I have many regrets about dieing before ever really living, but none that I'm willing to share with anyone.
I noticed Jesse also tune out to Father Dom's rant and look at the other side of the room. He had an expression of disbelief on his face, but I couldn't see why.
Then I saw it, or him rather, my father. The Peter Simon. Well, on a positive note, at least I could spend all of eternity with him now.
I didn't even bother standing there and thinking about my future. I ran into his outstretched arms and cried. I guess it took my father's touch to release the emotions that were building up inside of me.
Dad kissed my forehead and said, "That was a very noble thing for you to do Suze. I'm sure that Jesse will appreciate it, but I don't like you dieing so soon. You're still very young."
"Was, Dad, I was young." I needed to correct him for my sake as well as his.
What I heard next surprised me more than the process of dieing itself. I heard Jesse talk, okay, stop laughing now.
You don't understand, he didn't just talk. He talked to my father. He said, "Hello Mr. Simon. It's good to see you again although the circumstance is rather unfortunate."
Dad was shocked to say the least. If he were alive I think that he might have had a hemorrhage. He and Jesse shook hands like proper gentlemen.
My mom was another story entirely. She almost passed out when she heard Jesse speak those words. Father Dom and Paul stood there uncomfortably though. Well, what would you expect?
"Jesse, what do you mean Mr. Simon?" Mom's voice was so faint that I almost couldn't hear it. It sounded like she was having a hard time forming words, too.
"Father Dom, I need you to tell them all something for me…" Father Dom acknowledged me and nodded to show his consent. "When this deal was made, part of the deal was that I would get not get involved in Jesse's life whatsoever, so the mediator rule was bent. He would obviously be the mediator in my place, but he wouldn't be able to see me and…" I broke off. I couldn't even finish what I was going to say, but Father Dom took the hint. He repeated everything I said to the occupants in the room.
Paul was laughing, evidently he thought it was funny to see Jesse and me in pain. Of course, he couldn't think that long after I punched him in the gut.
My mom was still shocked over the fact that my father was still in the room. "Peter? Peter is here? Right now?"
Father Dom nodded and said, "Yes he is. He and Susannah are here."
There were already tear stains on her cheeks, but tears just kept coming down at his words. I guess it was a lot of news to take in one day. Your daughter dies to bring her boyfriend back to life, your daughter and ex-husband are ghosts, and you had to deal with the whole we-are-not-alone thing. It was a lot to take in.
"Suze, I think we should leave them for a while, they need some time to think things through. You can come back later." My dad took my arm and was about to dematerialize, but I pulled away from him before he could take me to wherever the hell he wanted to take me.
"No, I need to tell Mom something."
"Sweetie, you can't. She's not a mediator, she can't hear you."
I looked at him like he was crazy, for a second I thought he was too, "Dad, look around. There are three mediators in the room, don't you think that one of them could, oh I don't know, actually mediate." I know, I was being mean, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
I didn't even wait for him to scold me for being mean and sarcastic. I didn't even wait for Father Dom to do it either. I turned to Paul who was sitting lazily on the couch and said, "Do it now."
"Do what, Suze?" I really want to kill him now, but if I did that my mom and dad would probably get mad at me. And I don't want to deal with him for the rest of eternity.
"You know what. Do it now."
I noticed that Jesse and my stepbrothers were staring at Paul with contempt easily visible in their eyes. I don't know if that's what made him change his mind to not help me, but it did work.
He mumbled something and swished his hands for a bit before leaning back and saying, "Done, you have one hour." I think the only reason he mumbled was because he didn't want Jesse or Father Dom to hear what he was saying. Damn him.
A.N.: Okay, so I was going to put more, but I'll leave it for Jesse's POV next. Sorry it's so short too. So was that what you expected? And what did Paul do? I wonder…