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...

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

7

Tomorrow was it. Exorcism day. Brit had still not moved on, and, in fact, become a bit of a poltergeist. Wonderful.

You see, most people only have one problem at a time. You know, like your dog died, or whatever. Like, when Max died, Doc was crushed, even though he was like, sixteen when the poor thing got hit by a car. But no one gave him any problems at school once they heard that his dog had died. It was like this big tragedy.

Meanwhile, I get to not only choose between two HOT guys, but I have to exorcise a ghost with one of those said hot guys. Now, if Paul had been ugly( 'cause Jesse simply can't be ugly), my decision would have been easier.

Whoa. That sounded shallow. Almost... KELLY PRESCOTTISH! AAAAAH!

But, anyway, not only is Paul cute, but is now NICE. More or less.

That's why my decision is so hard. Oh, how I love being a mediator. Not.

"No way, is that thing moving into my house," Paul said, pointing an accusing finger at Spike.

That cat had been living with me ever since Jesse was saved. Sure, he still hated my guts, but now he had to depend on me dor survival. AND he was my only reminder of Jesse, besides that miniature. I had to have him move in when Paul and I got married.

Of course, Spike hated Paul even more than me, since his former master actually despised this person. And trust me, the feeling was mutual. If someone said to Paul, 'Now, if you kill yourself, I will kill that cat', Paul would have had a pistol to his head in less than five seconds.

But still. Even though I loved Paul, I still wanted to keep that cat.

"Paul," I soothed, "You know that Spike is important to me."

"Suze, the cat hates you. And what's more important to you, a cat or your fiancee?"

"Um..."

"WHAT! Are you saying you like the thing more than me!" Paul never called Spike by his name.

"Look," I sighed, "You know that Spike is one of the few things that... Well..."

"Oh my... Are you still in love with HIM!"

"No, no! It's just... Jesse was a big part of my life. I can't just forget all that."

Hurt had sprung into Paul's normally cold eyes. "Are you so sure that's it, Suze?" He asked softly.

I lay on his sofa, staring at him. Taking in his adorable looks. Thinking of his charm. How comforting he had been after Jesse left.

"You want the truth, Paul?" I murmured.

There was a long pause. "Yes."

I looked him right in the eye. "I love both of you, Paul. I'm not sure who I love more, but... I thought I was over Jesse, that I was completely into you, then..." My voice grew soft. "When Jesse came, these feelings I had forgotten that I could have came back. And I love Jesse, just like I love you. And I do not know who I love more."

"But," I walked over to him, and put my arms around his neck. "I want to marry you. Jesse... I love him, but e doesn't love me back. Not anymore. I just gotta face the facts."

Paul gazed deep into my eyes.

"Oh, Suze..." He whispered, tilting my head back. "I love you." And with that, his lips captured mine.

At first, I simply smiled when Paul kissed me, but now, I pulled him closer. And let out a sigh. Then... It happened. No, you psychos, I'm still a virgin( AN: just decided to make Suze pine so much that... You know.).

Flashback:

Paul grinned evilly.

"So, Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her, too?"

And then all Hell broke loose.

End Flashback

I broke the kiss. Paul gave a groan of disappointment at this.

"Suuuuze..."

But I didn't answer. That memory had been locked up in my mind. Back when Paul had been evil. The Spawn of Satan.

Oh my gosh. I'm getting MARRIED to the Spawn of Satan.

Guess I'm not that picky after all.

But Paul has changed, hasn't he?

He began to pull me closer again. "Paul, not now," I muttered, struggling.

But his grip was too strong. I couldn't.

Paul began kissing me again, all over. And I didn't like it one bit.

"Paul, we'll have plenty of time for this when we're married," I said, but he did not relent. He was getting way too deep for my liking.

"Paul!" I cried, tears spurting in my eyes as he went for my shirt. NOT LIKING THIS!

"Susannah!"

The door was flung open, and none other than my prince charming said. Jesse.

He(quite roughly, I might add), pulled Paul off me.

"Come on," Paul groaned, rubbing the place on his head where Jesse had hit him. "We're engaged."

Anger flared in Jesse's eyes. "That can wait till marriage."

Paul smirked. "Same old Jesse."

Now Jesse looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"Uh, nothing." Paul looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry Suze," He mumbled, "I shouldn't have been so forward."

I smiled gratefully at Jesse, ignoring Paul. "Thanks, Jesse. How did you know that I was in trouble?"
He looked even more even more confused.

"You called me."

My eyes widened.

I turned to Paul, and his were just as wide.

"What did you say?" Paul asked.

"Susannah called me," Jesse repeated.

Paul and I shook our heads.

"Look, Suze," Paul took my hands. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
I gave one look at Jesse. "I forgive you," I said, but was staring into Jesse's eyes as I said this. Something flickered in his eyes as this happened. Something only he knew of.

E-Day. Exorcism day.

Jesse was at the Mission, where we were performing it.

"Hello, Susannah," He said formally.

"Jesse," I nodded.

We walked into Brit's homeroom classroom, which she often haunted, and laid a photo of her on the designated spot.

"We, uh, have to hold hands while calling her," Jesse blushed. I willingly obliged.

I tried to think of Brit, but thought of Jesse. Finally, I was able to focus, and she appeared.

"What do you two want me here for?" Brit sneered.

"Close your eyes," I murmured, "It'll help you."
Being the dumb blonde that she was, Brit listened. She reminded me of Heather.

Jesse and I took turns reciting, when finally, that gaping hole appeared. And Brit opeed her eyes.

"AAAH!" She let out a shrill shriek, and I ran over to push her.

But she was too strong. Jesse ran over and took my place.

After a wile, he almost had her in, when she turned the tables, pushing him over.

"Jesse!" I cried. I knew he wouldn't die, but still.

At least, I thought he wouldn't die.

There was a flash, and I saw a light being sucked out of Jesse.

That light had on a billowy white shirt, and black pants, with boots.

That light was the Jesse I knew.

His eyes widened at the sight of me, him half in and half out of his body.

"Susannah!" he cried, a mixture of surprise and joy.

But before I could respond, Jesse pushed Brit into the hole, and the spirit was sucked back in.

Gone forever.

Holding back tears, I turned my back to him.

"What's wrong?" Jesse asked, following me.

I sniffed. "I guess we aren't meant to be."

His hand grasped mine, and he whirled me around.

Then, he looked deep into my eyes and said one word.

"Querida,"

And what I saw in his eyes was the real Jesse. My Jesse.

"Jesse!" I screamed in joy, hugging him.

"Susannah," He stroked my hair, "I never thought I'd see you again. When you left... I remembered. And now, I do. I remember."

Then, he swept me up into the most passionate kiss I'd ever felt.

It seemed to last for a lifetime, but he broke it.

"We can't," He gasped.

My eyes widened. "Why not?"
"Riley. Paul. Susannah, you are engaged. I'm still with Riley."

In shock, I jerked away. I thought he'd take me like that.

"I guess I was wrong about you!" I cried, running away.

Happily ever afters don't seem to exist in my world.

No, this is not over. Probably two chapters to go. I mad Jesse seem like an idiot, but you all know how by the rules he is. R and R!