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?
Chapter 3, as promised! Please please please please please read and review! 5 reviews for the next chapter!!
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"That your boyfriend on the phone there Suze?" came a voice, I twirled around to find Dopey standing behind me, "What was his name again? Jesse?" he chirped before I got chance to respond. I felt my cheeks growing warm, I knew I was blushing. Oh God, I just hoped Jesse was nowhere around to hear that. Yeah, I love Jesse and all but actually telling him that I love him? That`s another question. I never can, tell him I love him I mean. It would just be too embarrassing! Maybe someday, after the whole Paul- trying-to-kill-me thing blows over. But for now, I`d prefer to love in secret but my stupid brother - STEP-brother I mean - obviously has other ideas. God, does he have to embarrass me in every way possible? Thank God we are not related by blood, that`s what I say.
"Dop-" I began, then suddenly realising what I`d said, quickly corrected it, "Brad I mean, would you just get lost!" I screeched, except I didn`t say get lost. He shot me a glance before saying "tsk - tsk Susannah, such language!" Oh my God! Did I just hear - he sounded a lot like - I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. Thinking about Jesse was definitely not the solution. To anything. Except maybe.. Stop it, I ordered myself, that will never happen, so stop it. Dopey`s amused laughter echoed through the house, God that boy is full of hot air, I thought to myself. I clenched my fingers into a fist and Dopey calmed his chuckles and his face was such a picture that I stifled a giggle of my own. Obviously he was remembering the last time I punched him, so was I and that brought a smile to my lips. Dopey cast me a look that could turn even fire cold as he walked away from me, as he walked backwards into the kitchen he made a rude gesture with his hands. "Brad!" Andy`s voice bellowed at his son, "I have a mind to ground you for that.." His voice became quieter and quieter as I saw him drag his son further into the kitchen. I couldn`t help but let laughter escape my lips as I looked on in amusement, hey, it`s not like I started it! "Susannah! . Susannah!" I heard my name being called and looked around, half expecting my other dumb step-brother Sleepy to be stood around somewhere, waiting to make the same crack as Dopey. How original. "Susannah Simon, I am appalled!" The voice said again, the phone receiver in my hand quivering gently. Oh right, Father Dom was on the phone! In all the -erm - excitement, I guess I must have forgotten. I quickly pulled the receiver up to my ear, my eyes still darting around the room looking out for intruders.
"Susannah I am appalled! If you talked to the dead like you do your brothers -" Father Dom stopped short, probably realising that I did, talk to the ghosts with the same attitude I mean. It`s not like it was so bad... hey, they were already dead, it`s not like a few harsh words could hurt them now! Father Dom cleared his throat before starting again, "Anyway." he began, "I thought I`d just call to see how you feel about Jesse staying with you for a while. Has he talked to you yet?" I grinned sheepishly, remembering Jesse`s face as he told me, as I replied with a simple "Yes" answer. I didn`t want to say anything else as I didn`t want to give anything away. But what was there to give away? Jesse had smiled at me, big whoop-de-doo. Well, actually it was like a grin, you see, when Jesse smiles his lips crease just a little at the corners, but when he grins the white scar - totally not the point Susannah, I told myself sharply. But Jesse smiling was a big deal for me, I mean it isn`t as great as a kiss, but hey, it1s something.
"Susannah? Susannah? Are you there?" Father Dom`s voice bellowed down the phone. I have got to stop doing that! Thinking like that about Jesse I mean, especially when other people are involved. I mean, it`s not like Jesse sees me as anything other than a --- I stopped myself in mid-thought and turned all my attention to the phone. Well, maybe not all my attention, but enough. "I`m here Father Dom" I said into the receiver, my voice quivering slightly, " "Just had a little. err.. Problem to sort out" Yeah, my wandering mind, I added silently. There was a moments pause before Father Dom`s voice echoed quietly into my ear, "Err. Ghost problem Susannah?" I knew exactly what he meant as soon as the words left his lips. Had a ghost shown up wanting `help`, as Father Dom would put it. Father Dom, like me, was also a mediator. Another with the same doomed fate as I. The only difference being that he calls it a `gift` - yeah right! You try kicking ghost butt at three in the morning then getting up for school a few hours later, if you did you would definitely not be calling it a `gift`. Anyway, my theory is that Father Dom has to call it a`gift`, being a Priest and all. Either way he likes to `help` ghosts, or lost spirits, find their way to the afterlife by being nice, kind and considerate. Personally, I think this method sucks. I, of course, like to kick their sorry asses to that happy place beyond the stars.
Hey, It`s still helping isn`t it?
Of course, there is one particular spirit that I would never wanna do that to. Jesse. If he left I don`t know what I`d do. I`d. I`d. Dammit! I`ve done it again haven`t I? Damn that dead cowboy, if he wasn`t so hot maybe I wouldn`t - Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
"Father Dom?" I asked, grinding all thoughts of Jesse to a minimum, "Why is-" I paused briefly as the whole freakin` Addam`s family entered the main room. "Why is. the American economy on an uprise compared to what it was in the 1980`s? Did I hear that right?" I stammered as I felt my step- brothers` eyes on me as they walked towards the door with my mom and Andy. I hope what I`d said made some sense, it just kind of came stumbling out, know what I mean? "Suze?" Andy called, I turned my head in the direction of the voice, phone still very much attached to my ear, "Sorry to interrupt but me and your mother are going shopping downtown and the boys are hitting the beach. Will you be ok on your own?" He asked. Oh, he sounds so cute when he tries to be cool. Not. I nodded my head as they waved and walked out of the door. I turned my attention back to the phone. "Sorry about that Father Dom" I said into the receiver, "they`re gone now"
Father Dom responded with a simple "ok" so I continued. "As I was saying." I began, "W-Why is Paul back?" my trembling voice returning as I finally spat this out. Suddenly I felt nervous and scared, as soon as those words had left my mouth it was if I had just executed my own curse. "Is it because he. he.. Wants me?" I stuttered, fear building up inside me - and I wasn`t one who scared easily, hey I deal with ghosts on a daily basis give me credit here! "I mean, least time he tried to - he says that he`s a shifter and that I am one too and. that he wants to show me all these great things.. I was scared.. He said he`d hurt Jesse if-I - " I stopped short and gulped, the realisation hitting me like a ton of bricks. Tears began welling up in my eyes as I stuttered, "H.h.he .wants Jesse. doesn`t . he? . he.. He.. He`s going to.. To hurt Jesse.. He wants... he wants to take.. to take Jesse away from me.." By now the tears were spilling over my lids and trickling down my cheeks. I was frozen to the spot, my legs wouldn`t move, the phone was glued to the side of my face. It was like the tears were the only things that were alive, pouring out of my eyes like a small ocean. Paul`s words came back to me "I`ll get you for that Jesse" they kept replaying over and over in my head, everything else seemed to vanish into the background. The room, the phone, Father Dom - they all vanished and what was left was my love for Jesse and my hate for Paul. I felt my cheeks burning with hot tears; the pain was what brought me back to reality. Slowly I placed the phone on it`s hook, forgetting all about Father Dom on the other end, and I slowly walked up the stairs. I got to my bedroom door and paused, what if Jesse was in there? I was crying! Which would be pretty embarrassing on it`s own, but it was worse than that. I was crying for Jesse.
I decided to go into my bathroom instead, I walked through it`s door and went and perched on the side of the tub, letting the tears stream freely. I never thought I1d see the day, me, Susannah Simon, crying over a guy! Well, it wasn`t any guy, it was Jesse, the guy I loved. I was making little whimpering noises as I held my head in my hands, I couldn`t believe Paul would do that! After our little talk - that bastard was going back on his word! Many thoughts like this went through my mind, but the main thought was `What if he succeeds? What will I do without Jesse? ` That one thought alone set off a new batch of tears. "Querida?" A deep, gentle voice echoed through the air. Jesse, I thought. That`s funny, I never even knew he had materialised. I must've been crying so loud I didn't hear him. I looked up at him, he met my gaze with his own, those deep brown eyes of his making me cry even more. God how I`d miss him! I bowed my head again, tears streaking my face a soft rainbow colour. I don`t actually know what happened next, one minute I was sat on the edge of the tub crying and the next minute Jesse had wrapped his strong arms around me and I was crying into his shirt. We sat there, just like that, for a few minutes before Jesse whispered softly in my ear, "What is wrong querida?" which started me off on yet another new batch of tears, everything he said, or did, all I could think was `God I`ll miss that if Paul gets his way`. It wasn`t fair! Here I was, sat in Jesse`s arms and all I could think was that I`ll miss him. Granted, a bathroom isn`t exactly the perfect setting for a romantic moment but hey, I`m not picky!
The tears streamed down my cheeks, each droplet burning my face like scolding ember. Jesse hugged me tighter to him; I rested my head on his strong chest as he stroked my hair, comforting me. It was nice. If I wasn`t crying at the possibility of losing Jesse it would probably have been a lot nicer though. "What`s wrong querida?" Jesse whispered again, into my hair this time, "You can tell me" He`s so sweet! More tears escaped from my blurry eyes, "I.I.." Well, that`s as far as I got before the tears began streaming again. "ssshhh.." Jesse whispered, almost so quiet that I barely heard it. He bent his head down and planted a sweet, wonderful kiss on my forehead, "ssshhh." he said again as he began rocking me in his arms.
We sat there, just like that, for over an hour before the tears finally calmed. Maybe being in Jesse`s arms was what did it, either way it felt wonderful. Even when the tears almost stopped Jesse still cradled me in his arms; his head snuggled into my hair. It was so nice, so why the hell did I go and spoil it? "Jesse." I whispered, he pulled back slightly, his arms still around my waist, "Paul wants.." I began but the change of expression on Jesse`s face at the mention of Paul made me stop. His face was scrunched up and he looked murderous. Gorgeous, hot and sexy still, but with an edge of fury. He looked me in the eyes and I felt myself blushing, but after the tears it didn`t seem that important anymore. "He wants to what?!" Jesse screamed, well, not exactly screamed, more like said a little harsher than - ok, screamed. I picked up on Jesse`s meaning almost immediately. "No, no he doesn`t wanna do that" at least I hope not, I added silently, Jesse`s face relaxed a little at this. "he wants.. he wants.." I gulped as Jesse stared at me. "He wants to do what Susannah?" Jesse added, his gaze intensifying. I took a deep breath, I mean, how do you tell the guy you are in love with that the guy who is in love with you wants to kill him without letting the guy you love actually know that you love him? Did you get any of that? Oh well.. "Paul wants to. get you Jesse" I squeezed out, tears lingering in my eyelids. Jesse just looked confused, oh right, the whole 21st-century-lingo thing! "Hurt you.. Kill you." I added, tears leaking from my eyes. The look on Jesse`s face made me realise that I`d just said Paul wanted to kill him, hello! It`s not really a threat to a ghost, they`re already dead. "Revenge" I whispered softly, the tears were once again streaking my cheeks gently. "Jesse. Paul wants to... Paul wants to take you away from me-" what had I just done?
**I know it`s a long chapter but it`s better than it being 2 lines isn`t it?! Anyway, hope u like it! What will happen next, how will Jesse react to suze`s little - erm - speech? I wonder.. ;-) review and ull find out! **
Chapter 3, as promised! Please please please please please read and review! 5 reviews for the next chapter!!
Enjoy =)
"That your boyfriend on the phone there Suze?" came a voice, I twirled around to find Dopey standing behind me, "What was his name again? Jesse?" he chirped before I got chance to respond. I felt my cheeks growing warm, I knew I was blushing. Oh God, I just hoped Jesse was nowhere around to hear that. Yeah, I love Jesse and all but actually telling him that I love him? That`s another question. I never can, tell him I love him I mean. It would just be too embarrassing! Maybe someday, after the whole Paul- trying-to-kill-me thing blows over. But for now, I`d prefer to love in secret but my stupid brother - STEP-brother I mean - obviously has other ideas. God, does he have to embarrass me in every way possible? Thank God we are not related by blood, that`s what I say.
"Dop-" I began, then suddenly realising what I`d said, quickly corrected it, "Brad I mean, would you just get lost!" I screeched, except I didn`t say get lost. He shot me a glance before saying "tsk - tsk Susannah, such language!" Oh my God! Did I just hear - he sounded a lot like - I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. Thinking about Jesse was definitely not the solution. To anything. Except maybe.. Stop it, I ordered myself, that will never happen, so stop it. Dopey`s amused laughter echoed through the house, God that boy is full of hot air, I thought to myself. I clenched my fingers into a fist and Dopey calmed his chuckles and his face was such a picture that I stifled a giggle of my own. Obviously he was remembering the last time I punched him, so was I and that brought a smile to my lips. Dopey cast me a look that could turn even fire cold as he walked away from me, as he walked backwards into the kitchen he made a rude gesture with his hands. "Brad!" Andy`s voice bellowed at his son, "I have a mind to ground you for that.." His voice became quieter and quieter as I saw him drag his son further into the kitchen. I couldn`t help but let laughter escape my lips as I looked on in amusement, hey, it`s not like I started it! "Susannah! . Susannah!" I heard my name being called and looked around, half expecting my other dumb step-brother Sleepy to be stood around somewhere, waiting to make the same crack as Dopey. How original. "Susannah Simon, I am appalled!" The voice said again, the phone receiver in my hand quivering gently. Oh right, Father Dom was on the phone! In all the -erm - excitement, I guess I must have forgotten. I quickly pulled the receiver up to my ear, my eyes still darting around the room looking out for intruders.
"Susannah I am appalled! If you talked to the dead like you do your brothers -" Father Dom stopped short, probably realising that I did, talk to the ghosts with the same attitude I mean. It`s not like it was so bad... hey, they were already dead, it`s not like a few harsh words could hurt them now! Father Dom cleared his throat before starting again, "Anyway." he began, "I thought I`d just call to see how you feel about Jesse staying with you for a while. Has he talked to you yet?" I grinned sheepishly, remembering Jesse`s face as he told me, as I replied with a simple "Yes" answer. I didn`t want to say anything else as I didn`t want to give anything away. But what was there to give away? Jesse had smiled at me, big whoop-de-doo. Well, actually it was like a grin, you see, when Jesse smiles his lips crease just a little at the corners, but when he grins the white scar - totally not the point Susannah, I told myself sharply. But Jesse smiling was a big deal for me, I mean it isn`t as great as a kiss, but hey, it1s something.
"Susannah? Susannah? Are you there?" Father Dom`s voice bellowed down the phone. I have got to stop doing that! Thinking like that about Jesse I mean, especially when other people are involved. I mean, it`s not like Jesse sees me as anything other than a --- I stopped myself in mid-thought and turned all my attention to the phone. Well, maybe not all my attention, but enough. "I`m here Father Dom" I said into the receiver, my voice quivering slightly, " "Just had a little. err.. Problem to sort out" Yeah, my wandering mind, I added silently. There was a moments pause before Father Dom`s voice echoed quietly into my ear, "Err. Ghost problem Susannah?" I knew exactly what he meant as soon as the words left his lips. Had a ghost shown up wanting `help`, as Father Dom would put it. Father Dom, like me, was also a mediator. Another with the same doomed fate as I. The only difference being that he calls it a `gift` - yeah right! You try kicking ghost butt at three in the morning then getting up for school a few hours later, if you did you would definitely not be calling it a `gift`. Anyway, my theory is that Father Dom has to call it a`gift`, being a Priest and all. Either way he likes to `help` ghosts, or lost spirits, find their way to the afterlife by being nice, kind and considerate. Personally, I think this method sucks. I, of course, like to kick their sorry asses to that happy place beyond the stars.
Hey, It`s still helping isn`t it?
Of course, there is one particular spirit that I would never wanna do that to. Jesse. If he left I don`t know what I`d do. I`d. I`d. Dammit! I`ve done it again haven`t I? Damn that dead cowboy, if he wasn`t so hot maybe I wouldn`t - Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
"Father Dom?" I asked, grinding all thoughts of Jesse to a minimum, "Why is-" I paused briefly as the whole freakin` Addam`s family entered the main room. "Why is. the American economy on an uprise compared to what it was in the 1980`s? Did I hear that right?" I stammered as I felt my step- brothers` eyes on me as they walked towards the door with my mom and Andy. I hope what I`d said made some sense, it just kind of came stumbling out, know what I mean? "Suze?" Andy called, I turned my head in the direction of the voice, phone still very much attached to my ear, "Sorry to interrupt but me and your mother are going shopping downtown and the boys are hitting the beach. Will you be ok on your own?" He asked. Oh, he sounds so cute when he tries to be cool. Not. I nodded my head as they waved and walked out of the door. I turned my attention back to the phone. "Sorry about that Father Dom" I said into the receiver, "they`re gone now"
Father Dom responded with a simple "ok" so I continued. "As I was saying." I began, "W-Why is Paul back?" my trembling voice returning as I finally spat this out. Suddenly I felt nervous and scared, as soon as those words had left my mouth it was if I had just executed my own curse. "Is it because he. he.. Wants me?" I stuttered, fear building up inside me - and I wasn`t one who scared easily, hey I deal with ghosts on a daily basis give me credit here! "I mean, least time he tried to - he says that he`s a shifter and that I am one too and. that he wants to show me all these great things.. I was scared.. He said he`d hurt Jesse if-I - " I stopped short and gulped, the realisation hitting me like a ton of bricks. Tears began welling up in my eyes as I stuttered, "H.h.he .wants Jesse. doesn`t . he? . he.. He.. He`s going to.. To hurt Jesse.. He wants... he wants to take.. to take Jesse away from me.." By now the tears were spilling over my lids and trickling down my cheeks. I was frozen to the spot, my legs wouldn`t move, the phone was glued to the side of my face. It was like the tears were the only things that were alive, pouring out of my eyes like a small ocean. Paul`s words came back to me "I`ll get you for that Jesse" they kept replaying over and over in my head, everything else seemed to vanish into the background. The room, the phone, Father Dom - they all vanished and what was left was my love for Jesse and my hate for Paul. I felt my cheeks burning with hot tears; the pain was what brought me back to reality. Slowly I placed the phone on it`s hook, forgetting all about Father Dom on the other end, and I slowly walked up the stairs. I got to my bedroom door and paused, what if Jesse was in there? I was crying! Which would be pretty embarrassing on it`s own, but it was worse than that. I was crying for Jesse.
I decided to go into my bathroom instead, I walked through it`s door and went and perched on the side of the tub, letting the tears stream freely. I never thought I1d see the day, me, Susannah Simon, crying over a guy! Well, it wasn`t any guy, it was Jesse, the guy I loved. I was making little whimpering noises as I held my head in my hands, I couldn`t believe Paul would do that! After our little talk - that bastard was going back on his word! Many thoughts like this went through my mind, but the main thought was `What if he succeeds? What will I do without Jesse? ` That one thought alone set off a new batch of tears. "Querida?" A deep, gentle voice echoed through the air. Jesse, I thought. That`s funny, I never even knew he had materialised. I must've been crying so loud I didn't hear him. I looked up at him, he met my gaze with his own, those deep brown eyes of his making me cry even more. God how I`d miss him! I bowed my head again, tears streaking my face a soft rainbow colour. I don`t actually know what happened next, one minute I was sat on the edge of the tub crying and the next minute Jesse had wrapped his strong arms around me and I was crying into his shirt. We sat there, just like that, for a few minutes before Jesse whispered softly in my ear, "What is wrong querida?" which started me off on yet another new batch of tears, everything he said, or did, all I could think was `God I`ll miss that if Paul gets his way`. It wasn`t fair! Here I was, sat in Jesse`s arms and all I could think was that I`ll miss him. Granted, a bathroom isn`t exactly the perfect setting for a romantic moment but hey, I`m not picky!
The tears streamed down my cheeks, each droplet burning my face like scolding ember. Jesse hugged me tighter to him; I rested my head on his strong chest as he stroked my hair, comforting me. It was nice. If I wasn`t crying at the possibility of losing Jesse it would probably have been a lot nicer though. "What`s wrong querida?" Jesse whispered again, into my hair this time, "You can tell me" He`s so sweet! More tears escaped from my blurry eyes, "I.I.." Well, that`s as far as I got before the tears began streaming again. "ssshhh.." Jesse whispered, almost so quiet that I barely heard it. He bent his head down and planted a sweet, wonderful kiss on my forehead, "ssshhh." he said again as he began rocking me in his arms.
We sat there, just like that, for over an hour before the tears finally calmed. Maybe being in Jesse`s arms was what did it, either way it felt wonderful. Even when the tears almost stopped Jesse still cradled me in his arms; his head snuggled into my hair. It was so nice, so why the hell did I go and spoil it? "Jesse." I whispered, he pulled back slightly, his arms still around my waist, "Paul wants.." I began but the change of expression on Jesse`s face at the mention of Paul made me stop. His face was scrunched up and he looked murderous. Gorgeous, hot and sexy still, but with an edge of fury. He looked me in the eyes and I felt myself blushing, but after the tears it didn`t seem that important anymore. "He wants to what?!" Jesse screamed, well, not exactly screamed, more like said a little harsher than - ok, screamed. I picked up on Jesse`s meaning almost immediately. "No, no he doesn`t wanna do that" at least I hope not, I added silently, Jesse`s face relaxed a little at this. "he wants.. he wants.." I gulped as Jesse stared at me. "He wants to do what Susannah?" Jesse added, his gaze intensifying. I took a deep breath, I mean, how do you tell the guy you are in love with that the guy who is in love with you wants to kill him without letting the guy you love actually know that you love him? Did you get any of that? Oh well.. "Paul wants to. get you Jesse" I squeezed out, tears lingering in my eyelids. Jesse just looked confused, oh right, the whole 21st-century-lingo thing! "Hurt you.. Kill you." I added, tears leaking from my eyes. The look on Jesse`s face made me realise that I`d just said Paul wanted to kill him, hello! It`s not really a threat to a ghost, they`re already dead. "Revenge" I whispered softly, the tears were once again streaking my cheeks gently. "Jesse. Paul wants to... Paul wants to take you away from me-" what had I just done?
**I know it`s a long chapter but it`s better than it being 2 lines isn`t it?! Anyway, hope u like it! What will happen next, how will Jesse react to suze`s little - erm - speech? I wonder.. ;-) review and ull find out! **