A/N: Okay! Here is my first ever fan fiction! So please be nice, I know it's not superbly great, but I tried. And that counts, right? Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything about The Mediator books or it's characters, all I own is my copy of my book, my library card, and as my friend JayeBlack says, "my Plot Bunny".

As I walked in my room I jumped and let out a shriek. He was bleeding. The blood dripping on to my baby blue rug and disappearing. He was clearly dead, transparent and all. That was when he chuckled.

"Like my costume?" the man said, his age had to have been between Jesse's and mine.

Aw, Jesse, I though. How I love him, and how he isn't around my room any more, and how it was a good thing he wasn't there. He was at his cute little apartment. Alive, and safe.

Then I came back to reality. Oh, yes the ghost in my room.

"It may be Halloween, but why are you here and why are you in a costume?" I questioned. I was annoyed. I had plans and didn't want anything getting in my way of having the best night of my life with my boyfriend. The thought made my spine tingle. The tingle shimmied its way up my spine.

"I was hoping you could tell me." He said with a smirk. I had to admit he was hot.

Coming to my senses I said, "Oh, yes well, when you die you take the form of when you were the most vital in you life…" I continued the usual munbo-jumbo that I say when I'm approached with a newly dead ghost.

He turned out to be a very easy case. He wanted me to tell the lady at the costume store-who happened to be his crush-that the fake blood looked real and thank you. Weird way to be held back, but he must have really like her.

It was also a plus that I didn't have a costume for the small party that CeeCee was throwing and I needed to go to that very same costume store anyway.

When I got there I did the usual routine I did when I told people what the ghost had told me. It turned out that the clerk broke down professing how much she loved him. It was actually really cute, I know I would break down too if Jesse ever died. –Again that is.

When I finally got to the teen costume isle I was bombarded with choices. I first went for the police outfit (hey what can I say? I'm a butt-kicking Mediator from New York.) But them realized how much I hated riding in their cars back in NY, and that I needed something to impress Jesse. So then I reached for the corset cat costume. Then thinking of Jesse and how he was a nineteenth-century man, and he would probably flip and put his coat around me covering me with his body too and pulling me home to change. So I shouldn't. Although I wouldn't mind his body against mine-I'm getting used to the warmth of his body instead of the cold I felt when he was a ghost-I still shouldn't.

Then I remembered what Jesse said he was wearing. His old out fit he used to wear while condemned in my room. Well he wasn't condemned exactly, he could leave, but whatever. He was going to be a nineteenth-century rancher. So I decided to go with the theme. A nineteenth-century's man's girlfriend!

Buying a dress, maroon in all its glory. It was the kind that pushed everything up, and cut off my air supply. Seeing as I made a trip to the theater to watch Pirates of the Caribbean I knew it was supposed to be that way.

I went home to put my hair in curlers to inherence my already wavy hair (I didn't have time to blow dry it today) into beautiful loops, like Maria had had when I kicked her butt to Timbuktu. I know Jesse didn't like Maria but maybe he would like my hair like hers, I had to give her points for her looks. I mean, she was alive when people didn't have dental hygiene and didn't take showers regularly. So how she kept the amazing bounce in those lushes locks was a mystery. When my curls were shiny and stable, I put on my dress and ran down stairs just in time for Jesse to ring the doorbell.

"I still don't understand this Holiday." Jesse whispered to me upon entering my front door.

I looked at him, he still looked the same as the day he was hugging me in the hospital two years ago, same dark, silky curls. Same strong face.

"I honestly don't either, but just enjoy it!" I said striating my dress out.

Jesse garbed my hand and twirled me around.

"A true nineteenth-century lady" Jesse blurted at me.

I grinned and walked out to his Jeep.

CeeCee's house was filled with the-cheap and lame, but oh-so-scary-haunted house sound affects. When I first walked in a witch howl made me jump, Jesse took my hand and all was right again. There were all kinds of fake body parts with one end painted red to make it look like it was ripped off of the person and it was bleeding.

On wet-bar in the living room sat a punch bowl was filled with some foggy green liquid-probably fruit punch and Sprite, knowing CeeCee. She doesn't drink, at least I think-and ice-cubes floated on top.

There were a few people on the couch making out. I wanted to be on that couch with Jesse so bad that I almost felt myself pulling towards it.

Adam joined CeeCee when we entered the kitchen. He was hanging on her, which I thought it was a bit strange. I shook it off.

Maybe there was something in the punch.

When we were finally in CeeCee's back yard, slow dancing, Jesse whispered in my ear.

"You look spectacular."

My heart melted and I replied truthfully, "I did it for you."

Jesse pulled away and I was cold where his body had been.

"For me?"

"Well yes, that's what girls normally do for their boyfriends, try to look nice for there boyfriend, besides we match!" I said the end part very cheery.

Jesse shook his head "Querida," he said "You know you don't have to look nice for me. And when you do… it.. it.."

He cut off.

"It what?" I kind of shouted at him. I was sort of pissed.

"Susannah, you know it tempts me…" Jesse ran his fingers though in beautiful hair.

"Ah!" I let out. "So isn't that sort of the point? You love me don't you?"

"Of Course!" We were now shouting, and everyone at party-which wasn't a lot-was now looking at us.

Jesse's scarred eyebrow was raised showing he wasn't sure what I was getting at.

"So.. so…" I began to think I didn't know what I was getting at.

"Querida, lets talk about this in the car." He said with the most convincing voice I've ever heard.

I hiked up my skirt with my right hand and grabbed my shoes (I had to taken them off earlier that evening because although they were beautiful they were the same ones that had gave me the worst blisters three years ago, yes Jesse and I were together that long) out of Jesse's hand. I knew he was just trying to help.

I didn't want his help at the moment.

I wanted him to want to love me, but I also wanted to at least wait until we went any further. I was so confused.

He opened the door for me and I glared at him, he got in and began to speak

"Susannah-"

"DRIVE!" I interrupted.

He pulled in the driveway of my parent's house where I still lived although I was in collageA/N: oh yes it forgot to mention that up there .)

I waited to open the car door of Jesse's Jeep until he was right by it. It flung open hitting him in the rock hard abs.And somewhere else too) Ouch! I thought even though I did mean to. I ran to my front door, and began to unlock it, it was late and every one was asleep, including Doc (David) who lately was studying until the wee hours of the night for his SAT's.

Jesse put his hand over mine, which was still gripping the key in the door.

"Querida, I…I was going to give you something tonight, something that would make my temptations toward you a rea-reality.." he continued "..If you still want it that I-is."

I melted all over again, but this time it was because I knew what he was going to give me. Also because Jesse, my Jesse was stuttering, he was nervous, because he loved me, because of me. I've never made a guy stutter before.

I blinked at him, his deep brown eyes dug into me like a little kid and an ice-cream sundae.

Jesse's knee began to buckle as a tear of joy built up in my eye and began to roll down my sparkled face.

"Usted será mi esposa, mi por siempre socio, mi amor un verdadero?"

Although I didn't understand him completely I knew what he meant.

"Susannah, will you be my wife, my forever partner, my one true love?"

Giant drops of tears soaked into his white button down shirt. But they weren't the hot sticky ones that I you normally cry. These were tears of joy. One true love. Like the lady in New York said I'd have. Oh how I loved him.

Then Jesse pulled me away, and opened a box; a white twinkle glistened out form it. He slid the diamond ring onto my finger, and I was taken away, the only thing I could say was…

dun dun dun dun dunnnn! Cliffhanger!