Hello! The concert was awesome! Ace was sooooooooo hot! And I'll try to put more Suze/Jesse moments without all the tear-jerking saddness...note that I said might...Ok story time

"Susie! Wake up!" I was not in a very good mood. Today was my first day back since the attack. So, I was alittle nervous Paul would be there. I mean, no one knew what had really happened. Jesse told the doctors I was robbed at the theater, which, surpisingly, worked. I tried to cover the scar on my head with about everything you could imagine, nothing worked. So, I just covered it with my bangs. Jesse, as usual, picked me up. After Mercy got out, I sat there for a while.

"Are you going to be okay, querida?"I looked over at Jesse to see that his eyes were filled with concern. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He didn't looked convinced. To tell you the truth, neither was I.

"I'll have Father Dom." Gee, what could a sixty-year old priest do? Karate chop Paul? I guess Jesse thought the same thing. Not the karate thing, I hope not at least. that'd be weird. Sorry, babbling again.

"Querida, promise you'll call me if you need me." I smiled. I knew what he meant, but I remembered him saying that all the time when he was a ghost. "I will, Jess." He smiled as he leant in to kiss me. "I love you, querida."

"I love you too." I got out to see Mercy standing behind the car making kissing faces.

"Ooo! Kissy face!"

"Mercy, shut up!" She laughed as she waved at Jesse and caught up to me. "Ah, just like the old days, huh Simon?" I was silent. She sighed and said, "Look, you know if Slater tried anything else on you, Zorro would, well, you know." I smiled. I knew Jesse would.

Paul wasn't at school that day. Not that I was complaining.

"Mercedes de Silva, please come to the principals's office." She looked at me. Obviously surprised that I wasn't being called down there with her. "Save me a seat at lunch, okay?" I nodded as she grabbed her books and left the libarary. Something wasn't right.I always got called down with Mercedes. Turns out, she didn't come to lunch. That's when I knew something was up. So, instead of going to lunch, I high-tailed it to Father Dom's office. I walked in to see Mr and Mrs de Silva. Jesse, Mercy and Josephina were in there too. Marta wasn't, but she was probably at her college.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know-" That's when I noticed, they all were crying. Father D got up from his desk. "Actually Susannah, I need a word with you. If you'll excuse me." He took my hand and led me outside his office door.

"Father Dom, what's-"

"Marta was found murdered a few hours ago by her roomate." I almost fell backwards. Marta? She was only a year older than Jesse. Just 21. She couldn't be.

"Who-"

"We don't know. Someone hit her very hard in the head. Very hard. They said she probably died instantly." As he said that, my hand went up to my own head. I knew if Jesse hadn't gotten to Paul, i would have died.

"Paul." I was amost in tears now. father Dom sighed as he put his arm around me. "Jesse told me that too."

"We need to call the police."

"Who would belive us, Susannah? We don't have any proof." i felt tears spring into my eyes as I looked through his office window. Jesse looked my way. I had to drop my gaze. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"...Amen." As Father D said the last amen, they lowered her coffin into the grave. Jesse walked over to the Mission's fountain. I laced my fingers with his.

"Jesse, I am so sorry." I felt his tear hit my arm.

"I know, Susannah." This was one of the first times we had talked since they found her.

"It's all my fault." That made Jesse look at me. "Susannah-"

"No, Jesse. It is. Paul did it because of me. I know he did." I sat down on the bench. I felt Jesse sit down beside me. "Querida, it wasn't your fault. Don't think that." I rested my head on his shoulder as he put his arms around me.

"I love you so much, querida. I don't know what I'd do without you." That made me cry. I am not a crier, but that made me cry. He kissed me gently and I managed to squeak out. "I love you too, Jesse."

He kissed me again, but quickly broke apart from me when we heard, in a slight Spanish accent, "Jesse? You're the mediator?"

"I am too."

"Jesse? Suze? You're- Nombre di dios."

She sat down on the fountain's wall.

We walked closer to her. There, in all her ghostly glory, was Marta.

Thanks to all my reviewers.

-NOTE TO MIMI!-And yes, Mimi, I am quite aware that it is rare that dying for 10 minutes is rare, but this is FICTION! Not real! I mean, it's not like i've fallen in love with any ghosts lately! Do NOT comment on that.

Oh and I know that I said that i would tyr to get in a jesse/suze moment without a tear-jerker...well...oops. oh well, she wasn't a main character...yet...anyway, read and review!