A.N.: This chapter is dedicated to nikki007 for being the first person to review to the last chapter. I would also like to give a special thanks to Koizak, BillThePonyLlama, nikki007, and Smiley0925 for being the people to review to every chapter so far. I'm sorry it took me so long, I had a little dose of writer's block. I had this chapter done a few days ago, but the site was done.

nikki007: You never know what I may do with this story, they might end up being together, but they might not.

CeeCeeCaffeine: I'm glad you love to review. If everybody hated to review, I would never get any. That would make me a sad squirrel. Anyway, I updated so you can be happy now.

Smiley0925: Thanks so much for the review.

Koizak: Jesse fall in love with anyone BUT Suze? I don't think so. Thanks for asking though.

Quietly Losing Control: Yeah I know it was cheesy. I really need someone who can help me with that. Abandoned? Yeah, my parents just end up leaving the house and not telling me so I'm usually all by my lonesome until someone gets home and tells me where they've been.

sassystar678: I almost made you cry? Wow, I didn't know I was that good.

Mystic: Thanks so much for the review. I appreciate it.

BillThePonyLlama: Yeah I never thought about Suze following Jesse around for eons. That would be entertaining. Yes, we should all zap the Paul. Stupid Paul. Turkey for dinner! Kill the damn turkey, we eat it then go find another one to kill for the hell of it. And then we stuff that one. I totally want some booze right now. I should go to a party with booze soon. Thanks for liking my cheesy ending. Lol.

Time and Ideas

The Choices We Make

Suze's POV-

(One Year Later)

It had been exactly one year since Jesse and I made the switch. At first, my family had Jesse live with them. Andy took all of the pink out of my room, but Jesse wouldn't let him change anything else. My mom had walked around the house like a zombie for a while. Well, at least until Jesse had a talk with her. I don't know what it was about. Jesse had gotten Paul to help him keep me occupied until they were done. Doc had kept busy by asking questions to Jesse about his life in the nineteenth century. Dopey and Sleepy went along as if nothing had ever happened. Paul had become nice and he even became friends with Jesse. Father Dominic was the one who held the memorial service and made up the excuse of my death. The ending of Susannah Simon was a massive heart attack. When questioned about my age and health, Father Dom said that I had heart problems from being born premature and that I would eventually die because of those problems. It just happened sooner than later. At the funeral, my family and I watched an empty casket get lowered into the ground.

Cee Cee and Adam had questioned Jesse and because they already knew the truth about me being a mediator, they were also allowed to know about the switch. Cee Cee cried while Adam held her. They both are now still sad, but moving on with their lives.

My mom called Gina one night to tell her. Let's just say she didn't take it very well. Father Dom told me that Gina was not doing very well and that I should go visit her. I ended up doing just that, but I also left a note, which explained why I wasn't alive anymore, and Jesse was alive now.

Now, Jesse. God, what to say about him? Father Dom helped him get his GED, and that helped him get into the local college. He was going to get a degree in medicine, particularly, a pediatrician. He loved kids. He was a freshman right now and a few girls have gone up to him to ask for a date, but he always said no. I left him another note at one point that he should stop studying and go out, but he didn't take kindly to the idea.

Another hobby of his is studying the paranormal. Specifically, the way to bring me back to life. Everyone tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't. He would always stay up sometimes three hours later than normal and read books about bringing me back. I didn't want him to waste his life with trying to get me back, even if it was what we both wanted. It wouldn't happen and sometimes he just needed to face reality.

Me, I went around. Sometimes I stayed with my mom, sometimes with Jesse, sometimes it was Father Dom, and even my dad sometimes. I liked to check up on everybody.

One day, I had Paul go visit Jesse again. He had skipped a class to read another one of his books. He can't do that if he wants to be a doctor.

I was standing next to Paul when he knocked on Jesse's door, "Hey, Jesse, it's me, Paul. Can I come in?"

We could hear the shuffling of papers and footsteps coming closer to the door. Jesse opened the door and I had a good look at him. He definitely hadn't shaved in a few days, or taken a shower, or even changed clothes. He was a mess. It's a really good thing we came.

"Okay, before we talk or whatever, you are going to clean up." He went into the closet and got some clothes for Jesse as Jesse just went back to his reading. After a minute I reached down and took the book out of his hands. Damn, it was really heavy.

"Susannah…"

"Yes Jesse, you're love is in this room right now and she's crying over you right at this moment. So come on man, let's get you cleaned up." He physically lifted him and brought him into the bathroom where the shower was already running.

I wasn't crying, was I? I reached up and touched my cheeks. Indeed, I was crying.

A half hour later, Paul and Jesse were sitting down on Jesse's bed talking while I was swiveling in the computer chair. I had already spaced out after like five minutes of conversation. Damn me and my short attention span.

Paul was waving his hand in my face to get my attention. I guess I was really out of it. Well, staring at the newly clean and handsome Jesse could do that to a girl. Or at least me.

"Suze, we have an idea that could bring you back to life."

A.N.: So, did you like it? It might take me a while to upload the next chapter due to the fact that I have no idea what the idea might be. If you have any ideas, put it in a review or email me. And then review for me anyway just cause I like to read them.