I Remember

Summary: Suze decides to save Jesse's life, and the fire never starts. But, instead of not remembering Jesse, both Suze and Paul remember. They wonder why, when a certain person appears...

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"So," CeeCee smirked as we walked through the mall, "Laci tells me you've met the real Dr. McDreamy." I pretended to be fascinated by a pair of short shorts. "Pretty much."

CeeCee and I had finally decided on our purchases (both pretty hot, yay!). "What would Father Dom say to this?" CeeCee giggled as she picked the tiny red miniskirt out of her bag. We were at my dorm, and looking at the clothes. "Hey," I said, "I haven't been in touch with him lately... Maybe I should give the poor guy a call."

"Hello?" An elderly voice crackled on my cell phone. "Hi, Father Dom," I smiled, "It's Susannah Simon, that girl you mentored?" "Of course I remember you, Susannah!" He cried joyfully, making me feel bad. "How have you been?" He asked. I squirmed in my seat on the bus. "Fine... I'm, um, engaged to Paul Slater. You remember him?" "Yes," His tone was hard. "Are you sure he is the man you want to marry?" "Yes," I replied defensively. "I love Paul. He's changed." "But what about-" "Jesse?" I finished for him. "That's one of the reasons I'm calling you. Jesse... He's back." "Back?" "Yes!" I cried, causing many fellow bus passengers to stare at me. "He's back." "He must have been reincarnated," Father Dom muttered, "But how?" The bus stopped. "I've gotta go," I said, remembering my other reason to call him. "By the way, you're invited to the wedding."

The two women stared at eachother. "He ruined my life!" One spat. "You didn't deserve to have one!" The other cried as she launched herself at her cousin. Mercedes and Maria. Not pretty. A catfight. "Stop!" I cried, "You are obviously here for a reason." The two women turned to me. "Yes," Mercedes said, "We need to tell you something." "Do not bring Hector back!" Maria snarled. Mercedes hit her. "Susannah, you need do whatever it takes for the man you love." "But who...?"

Paul kissed me tenderly, his blue eyes meeting mine. But I looked down. It felt like cheating, thinking about Jesse so much when I was engaged to Paul. But I couldn't help it. Jesse was a HUGE part of my past. My first love. But was he the love? The love Madam Zara had been speaking of. That's when it hit me, right when Paul and I were watching a movie at his place. Madam Zara.

It wasn't that hard to find her. In fact, all I had to do was look up when her carnival thingy was coming to town. Conviently, it was right now. I trudged up to her, in my heels and business suit. "Madam Zara-" I began, but she cut me off. "Ah, Susannah Simon. The mediator. Or shifter, I see." "Yes," I sighed, "I'm having problems." "It's him, isn't it?" The old woman smiled. I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean?" "The man. Him, the ghost." "How-" "Ssh," She said, "I cannot help you here, Susannah. Follow your heart. It will show you which man has it."

The cheerleader had fallen in a lake and drowned. And was almost mediated. "Now, Brit," I said gently, "It isn't your fault, it isn't anoybdy's fault. You can move on." We were in my dorm, a place where-when Laci was gone- I usually mediated ghosts. "But," Brit's blue eyes were brimming with tears, "Maybe if I had tried harder to swim-" "No," I persisted, "Sssh. Nothing can change what happened. I'm sorry, but you'll be in a hap-" Just as I said that, the door opened. And there was Jesse. At first, he was shocked, but then calm. "So," He said, "You see them too." I nodded numbly as Brit vanished. "I was going to give yuo this," He held up a small object that had fallen out of my purse. "But I wasn't expecting you to be a shifter, too." That's when I saw the object. Something that I carried out with me all the time, and stayed under my pillow at night. Something that Paul had no idea about. The miniature. Racing, I took it from Jesse. "Oh, thank you," I smiled, "A potrait of... Well, someone in my history." He didn't pursue it. "So?" He asked, "How long have you known about being a shifter?" "Technically since I was 16," I said, "You?" "Since I was 14." He looked at me quizically. "You seem more experienced though, than just 5 years." "Well," I've mediated since I was little." And that's how we got into a long conversation about mediating. Finally, he said, "I feel like I know you, Susannah." "Same here," I murmured. His face got closer to mine, when he said suddenly, "We can't do this, Susannah. You are engaged. See you later." With that, he left. Still not remembering.

Yes, no, maybe so? R and R!