DISCLAIMER:- I do not, and will never, own the mediator. Jesse
(unfortunately) belongs to Jenny Carroll/Meg Cabot *sobs* and so does
susannah, Paul, Father Dom. oh, u get the jist of it?
Ok , this is my first attempt at a mediator fic so *be nice* please? Anyway, this is just a kinda set-the-scene sorta thing. Please please please review n I will post the next chapter as soon as I get 5 reviews! Promise! =)
Thank God it's Saturday, I thought to myself as I slowly emerged from underneath my bedcovers. I sat up in the big, four poster bed, that my mother had absolutely insisted I had when we had moved to Northern California. When we lived in Brooklyn most of the girls there would never even of heard of such a thing, after all, NYC wasn't exactly known for it's `exquisite girlie tastes` lets say. When I arrived here my room had already been decorated in cream and Pink, Pink for God`s sake! But it was too late to object, what was done was done, and plus, I was more bothered, at the time, about the ghost of an incredibly hot guy sprawled across the window seat. Jesse. Jesse DeSilva to be exact, well let me explain, you see, I, Susannah Simon, former freak of Brooklyn, am a mediator. Basically, that means that I am the poor sap stuck escorting the dead to their next `destination` and let me tell you, it is not the glorious, spiritually fulfilling job that Father Dom insists it is. well, not all the time. Meeting Jesse being the exception to that of course. I stretched my arms as I let a big yawn escape from my lips, not that I was tired or anything, just well, I`m not really a morning person if you know what I mean. I swiftly twisted my body around and swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the hard ground. I soon regretted that. My feet still had some remains of blisters on them from having to run home from that bastard Paul Slater`s little minions, or Hell`s Angel`s as I like to call them. Jesse had got Paul good for doing that to me though, even if he didn`t know the complete story.
Speaking of Jesse... My eyes automatically sped around the room looking for that Latino Lovely. When he lived - well I say lived, but more like stayed - in my room it was much easier to find him, on a morning when I woke he was normally perched on the window seat, petting that damn cat of his. But since Father Dom had insisted Jesse move out of my room and into the rectory, it`s like I never saw him any more. Which I so couldn`t deal with! I mean, he`d kissed me, not once, but twice. Twice! And then he goes and disappears on me. Men. "God damn it" I muttered to myself as I stumbled across my bedroom floor, "This is why I objected to it Father Dom" I screamed silently, "I just knew this was going to happen!" warm tears began welling in my eyes as I was trying to get across to the window seat, but failing, miserably.
"You knew what was going to happen Querida?" a deep voice echoed through the air. I knew who it belonged to, and with this knowledge I couldn`t stop a smile spreading across my face. I turned around, careful not to lose my balance. That would just be too embarrassing! As I turned I found myself face to face with those luscious liquid ink eyes I had dreamed of, they stared at me worriedly. "Jesse!" I screeched, I knew my voice was squeaky, it always was when I talked with Jesse. No-one else. Just Jesse. I accepted the fact that I couldn`t change this and therefore decided just to ignore it. Well, the best I could sounding like Mickey Mouse on helium. Jesse smiled at me, one of those heart-melting sideward grins that Jesse was so damn good at. I felt my heart speed up and I almost lost my balance, but Jesse grabbed hold of my arms to steady me. He wrapped his strong, dark hands around my upper arms, which, honestly, didn't really do much for my balance if you know what I mean. He looked deep into my eyes; he was going to kiss me. I could almost picture it in my mind, him moving his perfectly sculptured face closer to mine, our noses touches - the familiar tingles spreading through my body, his lips brushing against mine softly and my heart melting. I`ll tell you something, he kissed almost too good for a dead guy! Not that I go around kissing ghosts on a regular basis or anything, not that I've even really had much experience in the kissing department. I've had a total of about four kisses, well; proper kisses and two of those were from Jesse. So, I can't exactly say I'm an expert.
"Susannah.. Susannah? " Jesse`s deep, smooth voice jerked me away from my thoughts, I looked placidly into his eyes of endless depth. "Um. Yeah?" I answered, reverting my gaze away from him so he didn`t see my cheeks glowing with a gentle red. After I pulled my face away though, I regretted it deeply. Damn! I thought to myself because Jesse also, slowly pulled his head back. "Susannah, are you ok?" He whispered gently as he tightened his grip on my arms. I loved it when he acted possessive over me! I took a step sideways, just casually moving my feet as if it was a usual thing to do during conversation. "Yeah, Yeah I`m fine. I`m good. Great. Couldn`t be better!" I muttered, yeah I know, I went a little overboard but hey, what did you think I`d say? `Jesse I miss you please live in my bedroom.` Oh I`m sure my dad would just be thrilled about that. I fixed my gaze firmly on the floor. I felt Jesse`s hands relax a little as he said "Good" and although I couldn`t see his face from my eyes looking at the floor, I am sure that smiled. Or I`d like to think so. There was a long silence after Jesse spoke, I didn`t say anything in case I accidentally blurted out that I missed him, I don`t know why he didn`t speak though. I know I would like to think it`s because he was so distracted by me being there, but I don`t know.. Hey, a girl can dream can`t she?
After a long while Jesse let go of me and his arms flopped down by his sides. He let out a deep breath and I said, not letting my gaze leave the floor, "Jesse" but he seemed to ignore me. I said it again and again, but instead of answering he just started pacing the floor of my room, like he normally did when he was upset or angry about something. That something was usually me though. "Susannah, I -" Jesse began, I looked up at him and he stopped mid-sentence, looking at me with those dark eyes of his. God, I was going to start blushing again, I just knew it. I bit my bottom lip hard, "umh- hmh" I managed to squeeze out. Jesse ran one of those strong, tanned hands through his mass of short, raven hair, which, might I add, he generally only did when he was frustrated. I watched him as he went and sat on the edge of my bed , my unmade bed might I add, and I slowly shuffled over there too. I sat down next to Jesse as he fumbled with the words he obviously wanted to say. Of course, I didn`t know what they were at the time. Slowly, I took one my own trembling hands and placed it on Jesse`s, which was incredibly warm for a ghost`s. He looked up at me and smiled, the corners of his perfect lips creased at the corners. "What`s wrong?" I stuttered, I was originally going to say `what`s up` but Jesse wasn`t really familiar which 21st century lingo. Jesse took my other hand in his and looked into my eyes, ok, he isn't going to kiss you, I told myself. He is not going to kiss you. Not. I strictly told myself, if I didn`t I know I would have been twinkling like Rudolph`s nose on Christmas Eve.
Jesse took a deep breath before whispering softly, "Susannah, I ---"
*wanna know wot Jesse was about to, or is gonna say? Then review n ull find out! ;-) Don`t u just love cliff hangers? Hehe.. please R/R =) *
Ok , this is my first attempt at a mediator fic so *be nice* please? Anyway, this is just a kinda set-the-scene sorta thing. Please please please review n I will post the next chapter as soon as I get 5 reviews! Promise! =)
Thank God it's Saturday, I thought to myself as I slowly emerged from underneath my bedcovers. I sat up in the big, four poster bed, that my mother had absolutely insisted I had when we had moved to Northern California. When we lived in Brooklyn most of the girls there would never even of heard of such a thing, after all, NYC wasn't exactly known for it's `exquisite girlie tastes` lets say. When I arrived here my room had already been decorated in cream and Pink, Pink for God`s sake! But it was too late to object, what was done was done, and plus, I was more bothered, at the time, about the ghost of an incredibly hot guy sprawled across the window seat. Jesse. Jesse DeSilva to be exact, well let me explain, you see, I, Susannah Simon, former freak of Brooklyn, am a mediator. Basically, that means that I am the poor sap stuck escorting the dead to their next `destination` and let me tell you, it is not the glorious, spiritually fulfilling job that Father Dom insists it is. well, not all the time. Meeting Jesse being the exception to that of course. I stretched my arms as I let a big yawn escape from my lips, not that I was tired or anything, just well, I`m not really a morning person if you know what I mean. I swiftly twisted my body around and swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the hard ground. I soon regretted that. My feet still had some remains of blisters on them from having to run home from that bastard Paul Slater`s little minions, or Hell`s Angel`s as I like to call them. Jesse had got Paul good for doing that to me though, even if he didn`t know the complete story.
Speaking of Jesse... My eyes automatically sped around the room looking for that Latino Lovely. When he lived - well I say lived, but more like stayed - in my room it was much easier to find him, on a morning when I woke he was normally perched on the window seat, petting that damn cat of his. But since Father Dom had insisted Jesse move out of my room and into the rectory, it`s like I never saw him any more. Which I so couldn`t deal with! I mean, he`d kissed me, not once, but twice. Twice! And then he goes and disappears on me. Men. "God damn it" I muttered to myself as I stumbled across my bedroom floor, "This is why I objected to it Father Dom" I screamed silently, "I just knew this was going to happen!" warm tears began welling in my eyes as I was trying to get across to the window seat, but failing, miserably.
"You knew what was going to happen Querida?" a deep voice echoed through the air. I knew who it belonged to, and with this knowledge I couldn`t stop a smile spreading across my face. I turned around, careful not to lose my balance. That would just be too embarrassing! As I turned I found myself face to face with those luscious liquid ink eyes I had dreamed of, they stared at me worriedly. "Jesse!" I screeched, I knew my voice was squeaky, it always was when I talked with Jesse. No-one else. Just Jesse. I accepted the fact that I couldn`t change this and therefore decided just to ignore it. Well, the best I could sounding like Mickey Mouse on helium. Jesse smiled at me, one of those heart-melting sideward grins that Jesse was so damn good at. I felt my heart speed up and I almost lost my balance, but Jesse grabbed hold of my arms to steady me. He wrapped his strong, dark hands around my upper arms, which, honestly, didn't really do much for my balance if you know what I mean. He looked deep into my eyes; he was going to kiss me. I could almost picture it in my mind, him moving his perfectly sculptured face closer to mine, our noses touches - the familiar tingles spreading through my body, his lips brushing against mine softly and my heart melting. I`ll tell you something, he kissed almost too good for a dead guy! Not that I go around kissing ghosts on a regular basis or anything, not that I've even really had much experience in the kissing department. I've had a total of about four kisses, well; proper kisses and two of those were from Jesse. So, I can't exactly say I'm an expert.
"Susannah.. Susannah? " Jesse`s deep, smooth voice jerked me away from my thoughts, I looked placidly into his eyes of endless depth. "Um. Yeah?" I answered, reverting my gaze away from him so he didn`t see my cheeks glowing with a gentle red. After I pulled my face away though, I regretted it deeply. Damn! I thought to myself because Jesse also, slowly pulled his head back. "Susannah, are you ok?" He whispered gently as he tightened his grip on my arms. I loved it when he acted possessive over me! I took a step sideways, just casually moving my feet as if it was a usual thing to do during conversation. "Yeah, Yeah I`m fine. I`m good. Great. Couldn`t be better!" I muttered, yeah I know, I went a little overboard but hey, what did you think I`d say? `Jesse I miss you please live in my bedroom.` Oh I`m sure my dad would just be thrilled about that. I fixed my gaze firmly on the floor. I felt Jesse`s hands relax a little as he said "Good" and although I couldn`t see his face from my eyes looking at the floor, I am sure that smiled. Or I`d like to think so. There was a long silence after Jesse spoke, I didn`t say anything in case I accidentally blurted out that I missed him, I don`t know why he didn`t speak though. I know I would like to think it`s because he was so distracted by me being there, but I don`t know.. Hey, a girl can dream can`t she?
After a long while Jesse let go of me and his arms flopped down by his sides. He let out a deep breath and I said, not letting my gaze leave the floor, "Jesse" but he seemed to ignore me. I said it again and again, but instead of answering he just started pacing the floor of my room, like he normally did when he was upset or angry about something. That something was usually me though. "Susannah, I -" Jesse began, I looked up at him and he stopped mid-sentence, looking at me with those dark eyes of his. God, I was going to start blushing again, I just knew it. I bit my bottom lip hard, "umh- hmh" I managed to squeeze out. Jesse ran one of those strong, tanned hands through his mass of short, raven hair, which, might I add, he generally only did when he was frustrated. I watched him as he went and sat on the edge of my bed , my unmade bed might I add, and I slowly shuffled over there too. I sat down next to Jesse as he fumbled with the words he obviously wanted to say. Of course, I didn`t know what they were at the time. Slowly, I took one my own trembling hands and placed it on Jesse`s, which was incredibly warm for a ghost`s. He looked up at me and smiled, the corners of his perfect lips creased at the corners. "What`s wrong?" I stuttered, I was originally going to say `what`s up` but Jesse wasn`t really familiar which 21st century lingo. Jesse took my other hand in his and looked into my eyes, ok, he isn't going to kiss you, I told myself. He is not going to kiss you. Not. I strictly told myself, if I didn`t I know I would have been twinkling like Rudolph`s nose on Christmas Eve.
Jesse took a deep breath before whispering softly, "Susannah, I ---"
*wanna know wot Jesse was about to, or is gonna say? Then review n ull find out! ;-) Don`t u just love cliff hangers? Hehe.. please R/R =) *