AN: Chapter Six!!! After this, just one more and all is done in Welcome
Home Jesse. So here's how we're going to play it: Number one, I own none of
the rights to The Mediator Series, and if I did, I wouldn't be writing
fanfiction, I'd be writing screenplays. Number two: If you would like to
see a sequel, which may or may not include every one's favorite living
Jesse 2.0, who I have named Corey, AIM me, Email me, Review me, and I'll
see if my muse bites me again. Of course, last time it scarred... Thirdly,
look out for the next fic, which will be incredibly special to me. It's
gonna be called Watch Your Language, and it's dedicated to all my deaf
family and friends. Suze is dealing with a deaf ghost! And what's weirder,
unlike most ghosts, her disability hasn't been righted posthumously. Why?!?
Find out in Watch Your Language!
Oh and of course, major thanks to all my supporters, esp. Gorbash and Fireblade, who both "rock my socks". ^_~ Thanks bunches! Now on with the show!!! oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Cee Cee sat on my bed. Jesse was on his window seat, stroking Spike and eying Adam suspiciously. Probably because Adam had chosen to sit on the edge of my newly redone desk. Corey was leaning against the door to my closet, looking smug, which really didn't make any sense. He was clueless. He has been for the entire time I have known him. All twelve hours. Inez and Father Dom were trying to be subtle about holding hands, you know, how you only join pinkies? Father D, hate to say it, but it didn't work.
So here we were, the weirdest crew I had ever seen, and about to make some big startling revelation. And I wasn't about to be quiet. "Father D, we all know you're trying to hold hands with her. Get it over with and grab it already."
"Suze, you know full and well I don't approve of human ghost relationships."
I pointed behind him, where Inez looked hurt. He murmured to her in Spanish, which caused Jesse to blush. "What did he say?"
"I'd rather not repeat it, querida..." But he was still blushing and focusing on Spike with all his might.
"Well, Cee Cee, Adam, if you haven't figured it out, I can see ghosts. Corey's girlfriend called me to talk to him this morning to set the record straight about some question he'd asked. So I went to go handle it. Jesse is sitting on the window seat, that's where he always sits."
Cee Cee laughed. "I take it he's beneath the amazing floating cat?"
I rolled my eyes in frustration. "Yes, that's his cat, Spike. And that large stack of books belongs to him too. In case you didn't know, I don't read Aristotle's Republic."
"I thought that was Plato," Adam mused.
"Oh come on, Adam, you think Plato is the stuff you ate when you were two." Corey had a sharp tongue. I smiled at him, until I noticed the paintings on the walls were starting to shake. "Oh give me a break, Jesse! It was funny!" I burst, turning on him. "Now, let's get down to business. Me and Father Dom, we see dead people. Father Dom is my coach I guess, Jesse is the ghost that used to live in my bedroom but moved into the rectory"-Adam looked up.
"You had a dead cowboy in your bedroom?"
The walls were shaking again. "A rancher, not a cowboy," I soothed more to Jesse than Adam. "But basically yeah. And stay away from Paul. He's a mediator too, but he's not your friendly variety."
At this point I was looking up at heaven and screaming, "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG??? HOW DID I OFFEND YOU?!? WHAT DID I DO TO PISS YOU OFF?!?" Jesse stood suddenly, throwing Spike off his lap. "Suzie, you have another guest. Did you plan a party or something? Do you want me to order pizza?"
"Um no Mom this is a study group hi Paul I didn't think you were coming bye mom." I said that in about two seconds. Paul sneered. As Mom left, Jesse grabbed Paul's collar. "Jesse, put him d-no, wait a second. What are you doing here?"
"Hey, I was in the neighborhood. Besides, it looks like a big meeting. Why wasn't I invited?"
Before I could answer, Jesse snarled, "Because I hate you."
Ooookey. Now, I had two options. A) I could continue to watch as Jesse gently squeezed and Paul turned a twinge of blue, or B) Get Jesse to put him down, then punch him for some reason I hadn't thought of, and then introduce him around to everyone as the person who tried to exorcise Jesse (after all, half these people were his family! they could beat him up for me).
To my dismay, Father D chose option C. "Jesse, put him down. Now Paul, you know you are not welcome in the Ackerman house. Furthermore, I don't think it would be wise to be within an arm's reach of Jesse. Or Inez. Or Adam. Or even Cee Cee. I'm not sure about Corey yet, but really, it is his family you tried to destroy. Paul, you aren't acting wise. "
This speech didn't really impress him. "C'mon, Suze," he said silkily, ignoring Father D. "What can dead boy offer you?"
"Well he never tried to rape me," I offered coyly. And that's when it happened. Inez began to glow and shouted at Paul in Spanish. I caught "Chupa un pollo, hijo de puta" and a couple of other choice phrases that I was sure they didn't teach in Spanish class. The walls were shaking madly as Jesse landed a good solid punch in his gut, and Adam to his chin, and Cee Cee grabbed that curly hair. Father D was sitting in a weird orange leather looking chair, looking at the commotion. He was muttering, "I told you so," and counting the beads on his rosary. I guess that's how preists fidget.
"Mom!" I called after the beating was over. "Paul fell and hit some of my furniture! Call a doctor! Quick!" Wow. I can lie really well. Anyway, soon enough, the ambulance took him away. Jesse looked at his sister. "Mira tu lengua."
I really wish I knew what that meant. Anyway, the next day at school I was sure to have a blast. After all, my friends KNEW. I didn't have to hide it. And what's better is what Dr. Slaski had made for them.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (AN: hah hah! I'm not done! This is a long chappie for me, brace yourself)
"Did you hear?" I overheard Kelly Prescott say, "Paul Slater was put into a hospital."
"Yeah," Debbie agreed. "For what?"
"For trying to touch me," I whispered in her ear as I passed. I loved the look on her face.
Cee Cee caught up with me. "How's Jesse?"
"Pissed. He doesn't like Paul."
"Gee, I wonder why."
We were sitting in math when Father D came in and requested me, Cee Cee, and Adam all see him in the office. Great. Now they were gonna sit on my "be less violent" lectures. I was wrong though. Two sets of sunglasses sat on the desk, one obviously for girls, not guys. "Those are for both of you," Father D said, swinging around his desk.
I nodded to Inez. She smiled and waved, then sat back down and continued to read the Bible. Father Dom wasn't kidding, the de Silvas were very religious. They put them on and stepped back. "Who's she? Is she a ghost?" Cee Cee gasped, then stepped back.
"Father D?" I whispered. "Can she, they, see Inez now?"
"Yes... those are Dr. Slaski's glasses for the family of Mediators. I asked for them today, and he got them to me quickly. Cee Cee and Adam still cannot hear them, however."
"My God," I whispered. "My God... Cee Cee better not take Jesse!" And Jesse appeared right as I said his name.
And Cee Cee immediately began to drool. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AN: LAST CHAPTER NEXT! TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS ON WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, AND LOOK OUT FOR MORE BEAUTIFUL SUZE SIMON ACTION FROM LITA PERN! ::loud applause::
::sigh of relief:: Just one more, Leets. Just one more.
Oh and of course, major thanks to all my supporters, esp. Gorbash and Fireblade, who both "rock my socks". ^_~ Thanks bunches! Now on with the show!!! oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Cee Cee sat on my bed. Jesse was on his window seat, stroking Spike and eying Adam suspiciously. Probably because Adam had chosen to sit on the edge of my newly redone desk. Corey was leaning against the door to my closet, looking smug, which really didn't make any sense. He was clueless. He has been for the entire time I have known him. All twelve hours. Inez and Father Dom were trying to be subtle about holding hands, you know, how you only join pinkies? Father D, hate to say it, but it didn't work.
So here we were, the weirdest crew I had ever seen, and about to make some big startling revelation. And I wasn't about to be quiet. "Father D, we all know you're trying to hold hands with her. Get it over with and grab it already."
"Suze, you know full and well I don't approve of human ghost relationships."
I pointed behind him, where Inez looked hurt. He murmured to her in Spanish, which caused Jesse to blush. "What did he say?"
"I'd rather not repeat it, querida..." But he was still blushing and focusing on Spike with all his might.
"Well, Cee Cee, Adam, if you haven't figured it out, I can see ghosts. Corey's girlfriend called me to talk to him this morning to set the record straight about some question he'd asked. So I went to go handle it. Jesse is sitting on the window seat, that's where he always sits."
Cee Cee laughed. "I take it he's beneath the amazing floating cat?"
I rolled my eyes in frustration. "Yes, that's his cat, Spike. And that large stack of books belongs to him too. In case you didn't know, I don't read Aristotle's Republic."
"I thought that was Plato," Adam mused.
"Oh come on, Adam, you think Plato is the stuff you ate when you were two." Corey had a sharp tongue. I smiled at him, until I noticed the paintings on the walls were starting to shake. "Oh give me a break, Jesse! It was funny!" I burst, turning on him. "Now, let's get down to business. Me and Father Dom, we see dead people. Father Dom is my coach I guess, Jesse is the ghost that used to live in my bedroom but moved into the rectory"-Adam looked up.
"You had a dead cowboy in your bedroom?"
The walls were shaking again. "A rancher, not a cowboy," I soothed more to Jesse than Adam. "But basically yeah. And stay away from Paul. He's a mediator too, but he's not your friendly variety."
At this point I was looking up at heaven and screaming, "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG??? HOW DID I OFFEND YOU?!? WHAT DID I DO TO PISS YOU OFF?!?" Jesse stood suddenly, throwing Spike off his lap. "Suzie, you have another guest. Did you plan a party or something? Do you want me to order pizza?"
"Um no Mom this is a study group hi Paul I didn't think you were coming bye mom." I said that in about two seconds. Paul sneered. As Mom left, Jesse grabbed Paul's collar. "Jesse, put him d-no, wait a second. What are you doing here?"
"Hey, I was in the neighborhood. Besides, it looks like a big meeting. Why wasn't I invited?"
Before I could answer, Jesse snarled, "Because I hate you."
Ooookey. Now, I had two options. A) I could continue to watch as Jesse gently squeezed and Paul turned a twinge of blue, or B) Get Jesse to put him down, then punch him for some reason I hadn't thought of, and then introduce him around to everyone as the person who tried to exorcise Jesse (after all, half these people were his family! they could beat him up for me).
To my dismay, Father D chose option C. "Jesse, put him down. Now Paul, you know you are not welcome in the Ackerman house. Furthermore, I don't think it would be wise to be within an arm's reach of Jesse. Or Inez. Or Adam. Or even Cee Cee. I'm not sure about Corey yet, but really, it is his family you tried to destroy. Paul, you aren't acting wise. "
This speech didn't really impress him. "C'mon, Suze," he said silkily, ignoring Father D. "What can dead boy offer you?"
"Well he never tried to rape me," I offered coyly. And that's when it happened. Inez began to glow and shouted at Paul in Spanish. I caught "Chupa un pollo, hijo de puta" and a couple of other choice phrases that I was sure they didn't teach in Spanish class. The walls were shaking madly as Jesse landed a good solid punch in his gut, and Adam to his chin, and Cee Cee grabbed that curly hair. Father D was sitting in a weird orange leather looking chair, looking at the commotion. He was muttering, "I told you so," and counting the beads on his rosary. I guess that's how preists fidget.
"Mom!" I called after the beating was over. "Paul fell and hit some of my furniture! Call a doctor! Quick!" Wow. I can lie really well. Anyway, soon enough, the ambulance took him away. Jesse looked at his sister. "Mira tu lengua."
I really wish I knew what that meant. Anyway, the next day at school I was sure to have a blast. After all, my friends KNEW. I didn't have to hide it. And what's better is what Dr. Slaski had made for them.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (AN: hah hah! I'm not done! This is a long chappie for me, brace yourself)
"Did you hear?" I overheard Kelly Prescott say, "Paul Slater was put into a hospital."
"Yeah," Debbie agreed. "For what?"
"For trying to touch me," I whispered in her ear as I passed. I loved the look on her face.
Cee Cee caught up with me. "How's Jesse?"
"Pissed. He doesn't like Paul."
"Gee, I wonder why."
We were sitting in math when Father D came in and requested me, Cee Cee, and Adam all see him in the office. Great. Now they were gonna sit on my "be less violent" lectures. I was wrong though. Two sets of sunglasses sat on the desk, one obviously for girls, not guys. "Those are for both of you," Father D said, swinging around his desk.
I nodded to Inez. She smiled and waved, then sat back down and continued to read the Bible. Father Dom wasn't kidding, the de Silvas were very religious. They put them on and stepped back. "Who's she? Is she a ghost?" Cee Cee gasped, then stepped back.
"Father D?" I whispered. "Can she, they, see Inez now?"
"Yes... those are Dr. Slaski's glasses for the family of Mediators. I asked for them today, and he got them to me quickly. Cee Cee and Adam still cannot hear them, however."
"My God," I whispered. "My God... Cee Cee better not take Jesse!" And Jesse appeared right as I said his name.
And Cee Cee immediately began to drool. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo AN: LAST CHAPTER NEXT! TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS ON WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, AND LOOK OUT FOR MORE BEAUTIFUL SUZE SIMON ACTION FROM LITA PERN! ::loud applause::
::sigh of relief:: Just one more, Leets. Just one more.