AN: Back to Suze's POV, tho, I must admit, since Italian is my first
language, it sure was easier to write in Spanish than in English! Maybe one
of these days I'll treat you to an Italian fic (totally weird, cuz English
is my third language, but I can't write in my second one, which I learned
because my dad is deaf) and all y'all can see an Italian ghost! Ohhh, new
idea: STAY TUNED FOR A PRINCESS DIARIES FIC! MIA mia (My mia, I like it,
and I suck at titles). per il Derci! Mia en Italia! Back to the fic: Suze's
POV, I'd tell you if there was fluff, but I fear I may spoil the surprise
(and what's wrong with fluff? I like fluff), and I own thirty two cents and
a sewing needle, but not the mediator, but I've put up a handsome bid for
the rights! (31 cents, so I still have some income ^_~)
Father Dom came out of the room he had in the rectory, carrying a really big stack of books in one arm, half of which were in Spanish. He was waiting for Jesse too. He must have heard my crying, cuz he dropped all the books and embraced me, whispering, "It's okay, tell me what's wrong," over and over again.
"Jesse is angry at me...he thinks that I want to go out with Corey..."
I sobbed into his shirt, clutching at the black fabric. "Why does he think that?" he asked calmly, rubbing my back. It wasn't as much comforting as it was weird.
He guided me into an armchair and gave me his handkerchief. It was all old-fashioned and lady like, with an "ICDS" stitched very roughly in the corner. I continued to sob, using the kerchief to wipe away my tears. "I don't know... he just kept saying how I wanted someone alive... but I never did, I only wanted him... and now he's angry and all confusing and I don't know what's wrong with me, I never cry, and... oh Father D!" I must have looked like such a baby sitting there and pouting about how my life was horrible. Father D knelt down and looked me straight in the eyes, which, by now, were red and puffy and looked like mushrooms.
Placing one hand on my knee, he inhaled deeply. "Did you ever think that maybe he was jealous?" he asked slowly. "And if you knew anything about Luisa de Silva, you would know she didn't get along with Jesse. She was the eldest sister... maybe he feels bitter towards her, and her descendants, like Corey. Maybe he thinks that you want a living version of him, and now that you found one he has no one. Susannah, were you looking at Corey?"
"Of course! He was hot," I cried, then realized what I had just said. To a priest, of all people. "He looked just like Jesse. I always stare at Jesse. But I could tell he wasn't Jesse."
"Could Jesse?" he asked, which I guess he meant to be all mysterious and revolutionary.
I raised my eyebrows. "Duh! Jesse has a little scar over his left eyebrow, and Corey doesn't. I like that scar! And Jesse's face is rounder, and Jesse is taller, and Jesse has stronger shoulders, and has a more wiry frame, and they looked a lot alike but he wasn't Jesse and that's who I love!" I burst out in two seconds, once again realizing what I had just said to a priest. I clasped my hands over my mouth, expecting to get yelled at about loving a ghost.
Instead, Father Dom took the handkerchief, fingered the lettering, and placed it back in his pocket, eyes closed and daydreaming. "Do you know who gave that to me?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head. He smiled really weakly. "Her name was Inez. She lived around Jesse's time, you know. She would get so jealous, so easily, even after the wedding"-Ah! That's who Father Dom married! Inez... what a weird name-"she would think I was looking at the living. And all I could do to show her that I wasn't was to love her more than I did before."
Hello! Father Dom was.... he was actually... he said I should love Jesse MORE?? He always told me to love him less! I was baffled. And what was more baffling was who materialized in the arm chair next to me, reading some book in Spanish and couldn't pronounce the author's name. Ok, you all know who it was.
He closed the book, sat up straighter, and looked from me to Father D, and back to me. "¿Por qué estoy aquí?" he asked Father Dom. I really really need to learn Spanish.
"Porque tienes algo a decir a Susannah." Soooo need to learn Spanish, because I know that's my name they just said.
"Sí, sé, pero... un otra vez..."
"¿Cuándo?"
"Esta noche," he said quickly, dematerializing.
He rematerialized, whispered quickly in Father Dom's ear, then disappeared again. Father D reached up to a book shelf, removed a Spanish/English dictionary, looked a word up, put the dictionary down, and sat in front of me. "It was just his worry for you, Susannah. I think he cares about you too much, you know that, and he's become too jealous of the living. That's why this isn't healthy. You were jealous over the dead girl who came to today, and he was jealous over the living boy. You too are both guilty, Jesse simply... reacts differently than you do. You become angry at the object receiving what you want, something a lot of people call that anger-projection, while Jesse..."
Three hours. Three hours of Father Dom's lectures. I'd stopped crying, so I guess it worked, but I now know more psychology than I ever wanted to know. I dropped my bag on the steps and trudged upstairs. "Where were you, honey?" Mom asked.
"I was with Father Dom... I lost my biology book, so he lent me another to do my homework, and then he helped me with it. He's a great guy, Father Dom," I babbled, walking past Mom and Andy's bedroom and into my hallway. Opening the door, I was in shock. At first I thought I was the victim of one of those surprise by design shows, until I realized the design. My brother Doc's violin case was propped against the door, opened to reveal no violin. I think someone who wasn't me would have passed out, because they would see a dozen roses lying on a bed with once pink, now gold sheets (with really pretty red embroidery in geometry patterns). The walls had been painted a light brown, and the curtains were rough fabric. Dried flowers were hung on the walls, and on my bay window sat Jesse, playing the violin to a really sad song (AN: classical music fans, Adagio with Strings :cries hearing song, soooo depressing!:). He had redone my room, and it looked totally Spanish. On the walls were paintings with bright colors.
He smiled and put down the violin. "Do you want to learn Spanish?" he asked softly. I nodded. "Lo siento. It means I'm sorry." He kissed me on the cheek. "Estuve tonto. I was stupid." He kissed me on the other cheek. "Te necesito. I need you." He whispered that one in my ear. "Y Te amo. I love you." And with that, he nibbled on my earlobe, making me melt.
He held me close to him. "Susannah, I am sorry. I never meant to be so jealous. I was saving this for your birthday, I know you can't stand pink, and you never wanted to hurt your stepfather. I told Father D to tell your stepfather that this was a gift from him, in honor of your expertise in local history..." He kissed me on the cheek again. "He did that a month ago. I left a note to your stepfather saying that the crew was here and working."
"How could you afford this?" I whispered.
"I worked in the rectory, and Father Dom paid me. I requested him to buy the things I needed."
My eyes were filled with tears. I guess I felt like he was at home with me, that he wanted me to be a part of his life... that's how I took this anyway. Ghosts can work fast... he did this while I was talking with Father Dom-now it makes sense. Three hours of lectures, whispering, speaking in Spanish... this was how he would apologize to me.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you?" I heard from downstairs. It was my mother.
A silky voice answered, "Is Suze Ackerman here?"
"Her name is Simon, dear, Suze Simon. She kept her father's name. She's in her room. Can I get your name?"
"Corey Vasquez. I've been looking for her."
AN: HAH HAH! The fic is not over yet my friends. Although, I thought I should give you all a sense of completion after this. Anyway, how does he find her? Why is he here? Find out in the next thrilling chapter of Welcome Home Jesse! Bonus e-cookies if you can guess the really cool connection between Suze and Father D's Ghost Wife!
Father Dom came out of the room he had in the rectory, carrying a really big stack of books in one arm, half of which were in Spanish. He was waiting for Jesse too. He must have heard my crying, cuz he dropped all the books and embraced me, whispering, "It's okay, tell me what's wrong," over and over again.
"Jesse is angry at me...he thinks that I want to go out with Corey..."
I sobbed into his shirt, clutching at the black fabric. "Why does he think that?" he asked calmly, rubbing my back. It wasn't as much comforting as it was weird.
He guided me into an armchair and gave me his handkerchief. It was all old-fashioned and lady like, with an "ICDS" stitched very roughly in the corner. I continued to sob, using the kerchief to wipe away my tears. "I don't know... he just kept saying how I wanted someone alive... but I never did, I only wanted him... and now he's angry and all confusing and I don't know what's wrong with me, I never cry, and... oh Father D!" I must have looked like such a baby sitting there and pouting about how my life was horrible. Father D knelt down and looked me straight in the eyes, which, by now, were red and puffy and looked like mushrooms.
Placing one hand on my knee, he inhaled deeply. "Did you ever think that maybe he was jealous?" he asked slowly. "And if you knew anything about Luisa de Silva, you would know she didn't get along with Jesse. She was the eldest sister... maybe he feels bitter towards her, and her descendants, like Corey. Maybe he thinks that you want a living version of him, and now that you found one he has no one. Susannah, were you looking at Corey?"
"Of course! He was hot," I cried, then realized what I had just said. To a priest, of all people. "He looked just like Jesse. I always stare at Jesse. But I could tell he wasn't Jesse."
"Could Jesse?" he asked, which I guess he meant to be all mysterious and revolutionary.
I raised my eyebrows. "Duh! Jesse has a little scar over his left eyebrow, and Corey doesn't. I like that scar! And Jesse's face is rounder, and Jesse is taller, and Jesse has stronger shoulders, and has a more wiry frame, and they looked a lot alike but he wasn't Jesse and that's who I love!" I burst out in two seconds, once again realizing what I had just said to a priest. I clasped my hands over my mouth, expecting to get yelled at about loving a ghost.
Instead, Father Dom took the handkerchief, fingered the lettering, and placed it back in his pocket, eyes closed and daydreaming. "Do you know who gave that to me?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head. He smiled really weakly. "Her name was Inez. She lived around Jesse's time, you know. She would get so jealous, so easily, even after the wedding"-Ah! That's who Father Dom married! Inez... what a weird name-"she would think I was looking at the living. And all I could do to show her that I wasn't was to love her more than I did before."
Hello! Father Dom was.... he was actually... he said I should love Jesse MORE?? He always told me to love him less! I was baffled. And what was more baffling was who materialized in the arm chair next to me, reading some book in Spanish and couldn't pronounce the author's name. Ok, you all know who it was.
He closed the book, sat up straighter, and looked from me to Father D, and back to me. "¿Por qué estoy aquí?" he asked Father Dom. I really really need to learn Spanish.
"Porque tienes algo a decir a Susannah." Soooo need to learn Spanish, because I know that's my name they just said.
"Sí, sé, pero... un otra vez..."
"¿Cuándo?"
"Esta noche," he said quickly, dematerializing.
He rematerialized, whispered quickly in Father Dom's ear, then disappeared again. Father D reached up to a book shelf, removed a Spanish/English dictionary, looked a word up, put the dictionary down, and sat in front of me. "It was just his worry for you, Susannah. I think he cares about you too much, you know that, and he's become too jealous of the living. That's why this isn't healthy. You were jealous over the dead girl who came to today, and he was jealous over the living boy. You too are both guilty, Jesse simply... reacts differently than you do. You become angry at the object receiving what you want, something a lot of people call that anger-projection, while Jesse..."
Three hours. Three hours of Father Dom's lectures. I'd stopped crying, so I guess it worked, but I now know more psychology than I ever wanted to know. I dropped my bag on the steps and trudged upstairs. "Where were you, honey?" Mom asked.
"I was with Father Dom... I lost my biology book, so he lent me another to do my homework, and then he helped me with it. He's a great guy, Father Dom," I babbled, walking past Mom and Andy's bedroom and into my hallway. Opening the door, I was in shock. At first I thought I was the victim of one of those surprise by design shows, until I realized the design. My brother Doc's violin case was propped against the door, opened to reveal no violin. I think someone who wasn't me would have passed out, because they would see a dozen roses lying on a bed with once pink, now gold sheets (with really pretty red embroidery in geometry patterns). The walls had been painted a light brown, and the curtains were rough fabric. Dried flowers were hung on the walls, and on my bay window sat Jesse, playing the violin to a really sad song (AN: classical music fans, Adagio with Strings :cries hearing song, soooo depressing!:). He had redone my room, and it looked totally Spanish. On the walls were paintings with bright colors.
He smiled and put down the violin. "Do you want to learn Spanish?" he asked softly. I nodded. "Lo siento. It means I'm sorry." He kissed me on the cheek. "Estuve tonto. I was stupid." He kissed me on the other cheek. "Te necesito. I need you." He whispered that one in my ear. "Y Te amo. I love you." And with that, he nibbled on my earlobe, making me melt.
He held me close to him. "Susannah, I am sorry. I never meant to be so jealous. I was saving this for your birthday, I know you can't stand pink, and you never wanted to hurt your stepfather. I told Father D to tell your stepfather that this was a gift from him, in honor of your expertise in local history..." He kissed me on the cheek again. "He did that a month ago. I left a note to your stepfather saying that the crew was here and working."
"How could you afford this?" I whispered.
"I worked in the rectory, and Father Dom paid me. I requested him to buy the things I needed."
My eyes were filled with tears. I guess I felt like he was at home with me, that he wanted me to be a part of his life... that's how I took this anyway. Ghosts can work fast... he did this while I was talking with Father Dom-now it makes sense. Three hours of lectures, whispering, speaking in Spanish... this was how he would apologize to me.
"Oh, hello. Can I help you?" I heard from downstairs. It was my mother.
A silky voice answered, "Is Suze Ackerman here?"
"Her name is Simon, dear, Suze Simon. She kept her father's name. She's in her room. Can I get your name?"
"Corey Vasquez. I've been looking for her."
AN: HAH HAH! The fic is not over yet my friends. Although, I thought I should give you all a sense of completion after this. Anyway, how does he find her? Why is he here? Find out in the next thrilling chapter of Welcome Home Jesse! Bonus e-cookies if you can guess the really cool connection between Suze and Father D's Ghost Wife!