Note: if you dont find all my ditziness as amusing as i do, scroll down till you hit my pretty little linebreaks. If you don't, DONT BLAME ME FOR YOUR BOREDOM!!!

Hey guys! I'm like soooo sorry! I've just been soooo bizzy! I've been doin my idiot hw and on this awesome site with my neeew boyfriend so ya! I was like "if I get just one review, I'll write the next chappy" but I figure by now its slipped off the list and no1 will even c it until my next upd8…. OMG!! I NVR POSTED MY 4TH CHAPPY!!! Mmk I posted it. That should buy me some time….

Oh my good golly gosh!!! I just reread my other chappies after completely forgetting about them… and I LIKED them!! I actually liked them! Since I was reading them without thinking "I write these and I am a stinkish author" I actually kindof liked them!! I would have myself on my favorite authors list if I weren't me!! (Not that hard, but the people who are on there are there cause I like 'em and recommend them, so u kno… it's pretty cool) don't think I'm egotistical… I didn't like them till I'd practically 4gotten that I'd written them… but seriously!! They were actually OK!! I'm sorry I'm just so excited!! Haha if you think I'm blabbering now, you should c my reviews of anything by… what's the new name? acidic-lover… I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally liked those!! Ditto stuff by SusanB, but in a different way. SusanB's made me fall over laughing, and AcidicLover's made me cry… I'm not ashamed to admit it… they're tear-jerkers and everyone should read them and review them (but review them nicely or I will find where you live and kill you) I love prolonging the wait for the actual story. I think I'll start putting a lil line between here and the story so people who don't find this kind of thing as amusing as I do can just skip to the story… but 1st…

Reviewing thankies!!

OMG!! I am on 4 favorite authors lists and 5 author alerts!!!! Never mind that I have known one of the alerts since I was 2 and I'm still not on her favorite authors list!! (COUGH COUGH) does a happy dance and jumps on bed Oh, and you can thank desipoplover's late reviews for reminding me that I was, in fact, writing a fan fic and I should probably finish my update. I'd like 2 thank my author alerts: znadias, Acidic-Lover, gatorchick007, Pens in potatoes, and AngrySmiles!! Read all their stuffs! And I'd luuurve 2 thank the people who put me on favorite authors: Pens in Potatoes, gatorchick007, Acidic-Lover, P0rn04Pyr0s, and Like You Care (I do!)!!!!

And alllll my reviews! (again, scroll down to skip 'em!)

Pens in Potatoes: grins I'm sooo susceptible to compliments on my work, it's like funny. And yes u must upd8. bc any fan of mine is a… umm.. i… am a fan… of… them. Any reader of mine is a… writer of mine? No… aah well, however u say it, luv ur work!

znadias: thanx dani! And I'm sure ur friend wont kill u because u haven't upd8ed, because that would kindof defeat the purpose, cause then u couldn't upd8. so ull jjust have 2 upd8 w/out being killed. Wontcha?

Spikiewolvie: Thx! Its something iv been working on in my head 4 a while. Father dom has a after the sessions are over. And here's a special tip 4 people who actually read these things: the next session is gonna be my last, probably. Unless someone takes a second session and I decide it's interesting enuff 2 print. Its gonna be my favorite, if it comes out as well as it did in my head. Anyway, I dunno about jack… but paul will. (srry guys!) oh, and OF COURSE I'm gonna make it a jesse/suze!!! Unless something goes radically wrong… I don't really have much control over this story. And thx! Keep up the good reviewing!

Moovalous: nice name. kinda cool and interesting is the worst I've gotten yet, and that's reeeally good!!! I'm glad u liked it! I shall upd8 soon… oh that's right I just did! Yay 4 me!

Luv, Emily

Oink!

Rachel Ylnen: thx!! Yes there's plenty of more! Not even close 2 done. I only really have ideas 4 the next 2 chappies… hope they'll come to me!

desipoplover13: well I think it's understood, but yeah I should've said it… anyway, her sessions w/ mon weren't over. Thx again! And I just did! (upd8) hehe and it was cuz of ur last review! Read the intro bit! It was!

Disclaimio:

I don't own Suze. And I don't own Jesse. My mortal mind could never have simply "invented" something like Jesse. It took a goddess. Her name is MEG CABOT and she rules the world. Well, Emilasia, at least. Any fan of Meg Cabot can join my country. I am princess Emzers McCookie. My friend got exiled for not reading her book or my fic. Its a sacrilege. I'm not speaking to her as yet. But, as usual, I digress.

Aaaanyway, here it is!

My next session was the way I had expected them all to be.

Her name was Jasmine, and she was 16. She had apparently been dragged into my office against her will. She was scowling and her mother was scowling back. I heard her through the door saying "This is sooooooooooooo stupid!!!!" And her mother replying "You need this!! You and those ghosts you're always talking to!!" I thought maybe we should start out with both of them to sort some of this stuff out, then kick the mother out. I let them in.

Jasmine sat in my chair and sulked. I decided not to correct her. The patient's comfort was what was important.

"Now, Jasmine," I began. "Why are you here?"

The scowl got bigger. "It's Jazz. And I'm here because my mother made me come. I don't. See. Ghosts."

"She's lying!" her mother broke in. "She's always talking to invisible people, saying 'Leave me alone! You're dead! I'm not! Let me live my life!' There's something wrong with her!!!"

"I sense some familial discord." I said, trying to keep the old familiar sarcasm out of my voice. "Can I talk to Jazz alone?"

"Please do!" her mother practically shouted. I sensed some familial discord… oh, wait, I said that already… Anyway, the mother left.

"So." I started. "Jazz. You see ghosts."

"I do not!!!!"

"Jazz, this session is entirely confidential. What you tell me, only I know. I keep secrets. And you remind me a lot of me at you're age. You can tell me, Jazz." I had learned that the word people respond to most is their own names.

She sighed, resigned. "Yeah, fine, I do. They're just these idiot dead people who won't leave me alone."

"Can you name some of them?"

"Well there was this one girl who was raped and killed by her boyfriend Carl and insisted on trying to give me the details. I finally had to cover my ears and go 'lalala!!!!' And they're all just about that annoying and what are you so shocked about?"

I realized my jaw had dropped. I happened to know that the girl in question was named Moira, her boyfriend was Carlos, and she had come to me, told me the same story, and asked for the sympathetic ear of an adult instead of the cold inattention of a child.

"What are you so shocked about?? Aren't you supposed to get people like me all the time??"

I regained my composure. Even though I pretty much knew for sure she was a real mediator, because of Moira, I went with the usual plan.

"Nothing. I do. So can you see any ghosts now?"

"No." She said coldly.

"Alright then." Jesse appeared between us and to the side a bit so we could all see each other. Well, presumably. "Tell me if you do."

"I do now!"

"OK, what does he—it look like?"

"He's a pirate." Jesse's face soured and I tried to restrain a laugh, but I tried to clear the misconception.

"How can you tell? Does he have an eye patch, or a peg leg, or a hook for a hand, a skull and crossbones, big hat or anything?

She reconsidered. "Well, no, in fact, maybe he's not a pirate after all." His expression cleared. "Actually, he's a cowboy. What the hell is so funny??" I, meanwhile, had almost fallen off my chair laughing. Jesse seemed to think it was funny to see me laughing so hard and was almost laughing himself, but still disgruntled about the pirate and the cowboy.

"Nothing. I'm sorry. I'll tell you later. Now then. What is his name?"

She gave me a sarcastic 'duh' look. "How should I know?? Its not like I'm psychic, or he's standing there going 'I am Bob! I am Bob! Look at me!" Jesse's mouth almost opened, but I shot him a look.

"Well… have you tried… asking him?" I suggested.

"Asking… him?" she repeated, as if this was a new idea to her. "I guess… I could… umm… hey… uh… ghost… Mr. Ghost… What's… your name?"

He gave me a look, which I was careful not to return, and said "Jesse."

She turned to me and repeated it.

"I see. And can you tell me what he is doing, please?"

"Yeah. He's looking at you." Jesse caught himself and turned his gaze. I scrawled on my notepad. "Now he's looking at me." Her voice was starting to sound a bit scared. Jesse tried to ease the tension by smiling, but apparently no ghost had smiled at her before (no big surprise) so this scared her more. I nodded to him, knowing that she thought I was nodding at her, and he started towards her. "N-now he's…. he's walking towards me…….. and now, he's, he's really close… and he's reaching toward me," (I knew Jesse would have to touch her to confirm that she was a mediator) "and he's grabbing my hand…" She screamed.

He shook her hand. "Hello. I'm Jesse. Nice to meet you."

I lost it. I really started laughing then. I just cracked up. And maybe it wasn't that funny, and maybe I really shouldn't have been laughing right then, but the look on her face, and his tone, it was just too much. Now she was glaring at me and Jesse was silently shaking with laughter because I guess I looked pretty hilarious. I'd actually fallen off my chair, and all I could think about was that it wasn't that funny and why was I laughing but then even that was funny and I laughed even harder and I was trying to stop but I couldn't.

After a long 30 seconds of this, I finally calmed myself enough to apologize profusely. And I did. I said "I'm sorry. I really am," one last time and started one of my speeches. "I believe that you see ghosts. I really do, because that one's my boyfriend and don't you dare start blushing again, Jesse." Because he had. AGAIN.

"You're going OUT with one??" she asked, incredulous.

"Yeah… isn't he adorable?" Now he was reeally blushing.

"Sure… he's… umm…… a little too old for me to judge."

"Really? Because I was your age when we started going out, and he was that age still… but never mind that…" She seemed to be confused. "But back on subject…"

"So, you don't think I'm crazy?"

"Definitely not."

"Well how do I convince my parents? And can I get them to stop coming after me?"

"Well, you see, the ghosts aren't 'after' you. They just have a problem that they need you to solve, and they'll never bother you again. Sometimes its easy, sometimes its not, and in Jesse's case, sometimes you don't really try. But as a general rule, don't get together with a dead person if you can avoid it. Sometimes its fate." He blushed again, which I was starting to think was fun to make happen. "But its hard. And as for the parents, just don't let them hear you. Explain to the ghost beforehand that you'll have to ignore them when someone else is in the room, or grab their hand if they seem friendly and lead them somewhere private to talk. Try to figure out what's holding them back, and solve it. I'm always here if you need help."

"What's holding him back?" She gestured toward Jesse.

"Don't know yet." I actually had some vague idea, but I didn't want to get my hopes up or embarrass myself. "And getting Jesse to move on isn't exactly top on my priority list, you know?" My watch vibrated. "Well, time's up. But I'm always around if you need help, here's my cell phone." I handed her a card. "Cell phone number, I mean. Not the actual phone. Well my time is up, but I'll talk to your mother real quick."

I went out into the waiting room, where her mother was engrossed in Britney Spears's latest marriage. "We've made a real breakthrough today. These 'ghosts' she was seeing were just a manifestation of how she feels about something that's going on at home. The exclamations to invisible people were really things she was longing to say to certain people in her life. Here is my office number if she has any more problems." I handed her a more official-looking card than the one I had given Jazz. They were both staring at me, agape for different reasons, with expressions that, if they realized how similar they were, neither would be happy.

They left, and I found Jesse on my psychiatric couch. "I can't help this feeling that I am dead."

I smiled. "How long have you been having these feelings?"

"A couple of hundred years."

I giggled and joined him on the couch. I had the rest of the day free.