Summary: This is the mediator in Jesse´s pov. This is my first fanfic so tell me everything I have done wrong and right. Hope u like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the mediator ( I wish I´d own Jesse though)

Principio

Okay guys, this is my first fanfic and it´s from Jesse´s pov. I´m not a fast writer but I´ll try my best.

Next week I have 5 tests so I won´t be able to write, but after that we´ll see what happens 

ENJOY!

I have watched things change, oh yes I have. The ranch where I lived, it is no more. Instead there is something, I don´t know

what it is called these days, but a big house where you buy clothes, some of them nice some of them horrible. I have seen small

girls wear these jackets that are made of……. leather. There are no roads of sand, they are all asfalt and people drive these

things called cars and not horses. Do you wonder how I know this, you know I read books and just not during school either as

the young ones tend to do these days so I learn from them, the books I mean. Who am I? I don´t know anymore. Am I just a

shadow or even that, am I still the spirit left from the body that fell a hundred and fifty years ago( I haven´t prayed you see).

Yes I am dead, murdered in fact in the room where I´m sitting right now. I was about to marry my cousin, as my father

wished, Maria but I knew she didn´t love me. I didn´t love her, we had nothing in common. But I wasn´t going to step away

from my duty, no I was still going to marry her. But she did a thing I still don´t believe she could do. She sent her "fling"

after me and Diego murdered me in this boarding house, now a home, right before the marriage. My family thought I had

betrayed them and moved to San

Fransisco and let Maria marry Diego. I saw my father die, then my mother and my sisters one by one but I couldn´t do a thing

except watch. The de Silva line was gone but Maria got eleven kids so there were plenty of Diegos. I have had a lot of time to

cope with this but it still angers me sometimes. She lived a full happy life when my family suffered with me gone and me

suffering without them, still in this horroroso boarding house, or home. Yes I have lived here alone in this empty boarding

house for a very long time……. until a few weeks ago a family came and they wanted to build a house of this trastos. First I

thought I should leave but I must admit I was curious I hadn´t seen a family up close since, well since I died. Andy Ackerman

with his wife and three sons moved to the house. The woman´s daughter from her former marriage would be moving in soon.

I heard them talk about her like she was some kind of delinquente and to be very careful around her. I was horrified but a

little curious too. She would get my room, or you know what I mean. They painted flowers on the wall, she got a very

girly bed and some kind of table with a mirror.

I didn´t understand anything. First they tell you to be careful around her and then they paint flowers all over her bedroom

walls. If the girl was how I pictured her, she wouldn´t like it. I was still thinking about the girl and the family a few weeks later

when I heard the door shut and someone walk up the stairs towards "my room". It must be her I thought. It was. And she

looked terrible. Her pants were very low on her hips and they were in pieces. On her feet she had black boots and on top of

that, one of those leaher jackets I was talking about. That is not appropriate for a woman. Or for a man. But still I couldn´t

fail to notice that she was beautiful, very beautiful. She had dark hair, chesnut coloured and sparkling green eyes. First she

seemed to like the room but then she turned towarda the window and her expression fell. Her mother said " Not again" and I

wondered if this has happened before. But then she smiled, I saw she didn´t quite mean it but said she loved the room and

some complications she got her mother and stepfather out of the room. Then she turned towards me and said some words that

I will never forget:

- Who the hell are you?

I was baffled. She could not talk to me could she. I watched over my shoulder to see if she was speaking to someone behind me. No

one was there. I turned back and saw her eyes nailed at my face.

- Nombre de Dios, I breathed.

Could she see me? My god this has never happened to me, ever. Clearly she was talking to me. Now she said:

- There´s no use calling on you´re higher power. In case you haven´t noticed He isn´t paying a whole lot of attention to you.

Otherwise he wouldn´t have left you to fester here for... what is it, a hundred and fifty years since you croaked?

I did not understand what she was saying. She talked really fast and what does...

- What is croaked? I asked.

She rolled her eyes and looked at me like I was stupid.

- Kicked the bucket, checked out, popped off, bit the dust...

When she saw that I still did not understand, she said with some exasperation:

- Died.

- Oh, died. I answered. This was not a topic I liked to discuss so instead of answering her I said:

- I don´t understand how it is that you can see me, all these years no one has ever...

And I can´t believe what happened next. She cut me off. How rude!

- Yeah, she said. The times you know, they are a changin´ . So what´s your glitch?

- Glitch? I echoed. I didn´t understand anything of what she was trying to tell me. One thing I saw though was that she was looking

at me. I laughed to myself and put a boot up on the window sill I was sitting on.

- Yeah, Glitch. Problem. Why are you still here? I didn´t understand so she elaborated:

- Why haven´t you gone to the other side?

Now I was completely lost. What other side? What did she mean? I said:

- I don´t know what you mean?

Then she got angry at me. I don´t know why but she said very hotly:

- What do you mean, I don´t know what you mean. You´re dead. You´re supposed to be off doing whateverit is that happens to people

after they´re dead. Rejoycing in heaven, burning in hell, or being reincarnated or ascending another plane of consciousness, or

whetever... You´re not supposed to just hang around.

She was so angry with me for no reason at all so I decided to tease with her.

- And what if I happen to like just hanging around?

Then she stood up.

- Look, she said. You can do all the hanging around you want amigo. Slack away. I don´t really care. But you can´t do it here!

I wondered if I should leave but in the end I decided to stay.

-Jesse, I just said. Now she looked out of place.

- What?

- You called me amigo. I thought you might like to know I have a name. It´s Jesse.

She pulled herself together.

- Right. That figures. Fine, Jesse then. You can´t stay here Jesse.

I smiled. I enjoyed this.

- And you.

Ah, she didn´t understand.

- And me what. Dios she was rude.

- What is your name?

She looked at me with a mix of anger and confusion.

- Look. Just tell me what you want, and get out. I´m hot and I want to change clothes. I don´t have time for...

Oh, so that´s why she wanted me out, she wanted to change. But she had been so rude to me that I still stayed and interrupted

her as rudely as she had interrupted me earlier in our conversation:

- That woman-you´re mother-called you Susie. Short fo Susan?

- Susannah, she said sort of automatically, as in " Don´t you cry for me."

I smiled. I knew that song. My sisters loved it.

- I know the song.

- Yeah. It was probably in the top40 the year you were born, huh?

I decided to leave the top40 remark away. What was that anyway? Had I missed a lot? I just kept on smiling. And said:

- So this is you´re room now, is it, Susannah.

She seemed to get a confidence boost of that one.

- Yeah, this is my room now so you´re going to have clear out.

I raised my eyebrow and answered:

-I´m going to have clear out.This has been my room for over a century and a half. Why do I have to leave it.

- Because, she was getting really mad at me, this is my room. I´m not sharing it with some dead cowboy.

Now that was very rude. This was not fun anymore. I got really angry and stood up shaking my finger in her face and said the words

she had to know:

- I am not a cowboy, maldicio!

She said something to me. It sounded like:

- Whoa. Down. Down, boy.

But I did not listen and just continued my lecture:

- My family worked like slaves to make something of themselves in this country but never, never as a vaquero.

Then she did something I did not expect. She grabbed the finger I was jabbing to her face, drew me close to her and hissed:

- Hey, stop with the mirror already. And stop shoving you´re finger in my face, do it again, and I´ll break it.

First then I noticed the shaking mirrors and knew I had lost it. And Susannah had touche my finger. The last time I had felt a

touch, a warm touch was a hundred and fifty years ago. I didn´t know what I was feeling, it was like the world had stopped, turned

upside down and flipped me of my feet. I still had to ask her a question that I was pretty sure of the answer but I had to know.

But before I had the chance to ask her, she said in a very stern voice:

- Now look, Jesse. This is my room, understand? You can´t stay here. You´ve either got to let me help you get to where you´re

supposed to go, or you´re going to have to find some other house to haunt. I´m sorry, but that´s the way it is.

If I was going to ask my question, it had to be now, so I did:

- What kind of girl, I hesitated, are you?

She seemed hurt by my question, but changed her expression and said in that same stern voice as before:

- I´ll tell you what kind of girl I´m not. I amnot the kind of girl that likes to share her room with a member of the opposite sex,

Understand me? she said crankily. So either you move out, or I force you out. It´s entirely up to you. I´ll give you some time

to think about it. But when I get back here, Jesse, I want you gone.

Then she stormed out of the room leaving me to stare at the finger that she had touched, as if she had burned a hole in it.