OK guys, I have 9 reviews out of the 10 I'd asked 4, but I have 2 go away 4 a while, so I thought I'd better just post this chappy. This'll b the last of her new patients that I know of. Oh, and I'm using underscores instead of asterisks now, cuz the asterisks don't show up. NEXT CHAPPY WONT BE DONE 4 A WHILE, BUT IT WONT B POSTED TILL I GOTS 10 REVYOOS! 4 REAL THIS TIME! laffs

Disclaimiodoodums: the gr8 und 1derful Meg Cabot owns everything worth owning. I own every1 but jesse, suze, and paul. C? evry1 worth owning iz ownd by m.c. wow… my chtspk iz totally indecipherable….

GATORCHICK007: Wow… u use that word a lot… laffs the story's only PG but I'm gonna have 2 r8 higher 4 the review…. Or I could just repost it without the swearing… giggles cuz that'd be weird or u could… but as 2 the actual review!! Hehe I'm glad u like her!! I like her 2. I'm glad people like her! giggles 4 no reason this time

doimoi: Yess!!!!!! That was EXACTLY what I wanted her 2 b! does a happy dance and thx 4 reminding me of that, guys, I'd actually 4gotten 4 the paul chapper that she had 2 say sum'n bout it! I found it amusing as well. She also knows some more stuff that they didn't ask her about there cuz they were pretty freaked.

znadias24: Oh no prob! As long as u r/r eventually, no harm done! Thx! laffs but I don't remember what u r talking about… checks nope, still can't understand a word of it. What was this about an evil laugh? And you can't get ur upd8s… is sooooo confuzld! laffs credited 2 me, something? I like the sound of that, whatever you mean. Ooh goodie! 3 chapperz up in compens8ion sounds good! Oooh yeah she must be psychic 2 of course I 4got 2 mention that, huh? Well she'll probby have a repEt sesh l8a. hehe awesome that u luvd dat, I luv when people luv things. XD P.S. thx!! I just met him!! He speaks Spanish, so natch I can't stop thinking about jesse even MORE! Ne1 sympathize??

dancincheerchik: grins another great chapper… grins more another gr8 revyoo! O I kno it was weird, I kind of got freaked out, but then I was like "wait… I just WROTE this… so then that was stupid. Hhhhahahahahh. Go ME! Go YOU! I update… wait… that's kindof what I'm doing now, huh?

Like You Care: I know that was really freaky. (see above. I dotn wanna say it again cuz u might've read it anyway so then yo'd be all "wuuut?" and I'd be all "oooops" rofl.) oh I'm so glad u said that about jesse, cuz I have this friend who thought the whole thing was really OOC. But then it was just her and no1 else, so I'm thinking not. Anyway, she hasn't even read the boox w/ paul, which might change her opinion neway. Yeah, it didn't come out as well, but I'm so glad u think my other 1 wuz funny! By… far… your… favorite… story… faints comes back to consciousness whoah… what waws that… rereads your review and faints again

moovalous3: aaah I love you!! You and your reviews rock!! Thx thx thx s'more!! grinsgrins I KNOW she is really FREAKY! (see 1st line of res. 2 l.y.c. res. 2 d.c.c.) I can barely understand me when I type. I know. It WOULD be funny. laffs evilly

Rinoa/Masuki/Yuna: I'm glad. Thanks. I am now. laffs

AmethystHannah: Ok!! I know, isn't it? Awesome! Thx!

soin2jesse: I know where I'm going with that… but not 4 a while. Not till after this gets off subject, which I assure u it will.

OK, my next session was with someone named Paul. Great. I guess I should have expected it… Paul's a pretty common name… it happens… still, I was only half surprised when Paul Slater walked into my office. Damn. Paul had been… not quite "stalking" me, but he just "happened" to go to my college and land an apartment in my building, which was pretty obvious, because it was way below his price range. Freaky? Yes. Could I get a restraining order? No. Not that his "attentions" were without their plusses. He insisted that I be invited to all of his high class parties, a "she don't go, I don't go" thing. Don't get me wrong, he was a lot less trouble lately. He had finally gotten surgery to fix his broken-too-many-times nose, which would have horribly disfigured his otherwise socially acceptable face. But he didn't want to need surgery again, so he tried not to tick off Jesse and me too badly. Anyway, back to the present.

"Very funny, Paul. Now if you'll excuse me, I have actual work to do."

"Ah, ah, Suze. You have a guarantee. Solve my problem."

"And what, pray tell, is your ghost related problem?"

"Well you see, there's this girl, and she wont go out with me because she thinks she 'loves' a stinkin' ghost." Only he didn't say stinkin'.

"Alright then."

Jesse appeared. He was frowning. Man, when he frowned, he looked so—off subject. Paul's eyes widened gratifyingly, but he pretended not to care.

"Yeah, that's him now. Treat me like a patient, Suze."

I grimaced, but I had no grounds for turning him away, and money meant more to me, now that I was living alone (well, not alone, but Jesse can't seem to get a job for some reason), than it did to him.

"Fine." I spoke through clenched teeth. "Do you see a ghost now?"

"Yessir."

I smiled falsely. "What does the ghost look like?"

"Fugly." I almost got out of my chair, caught Jesse starting forward, and stopped him. Not wanting set a double standard, I sat back.

"I see. Can you be more descriptive?"

"Yeah. Some idiot Cowboy."

Deep breaths, Suze, deep breaths… it'll look really bad if I hurt a patient. "I see." Jesse pried my fingers off the chair. They had turned white. I hated feeling helpless. I squeezed his hand. "And, what is his name?"

"Hmm… What's your name, ghostlyboy?"

"Wow. Zinger." I didn't say.

"Jesse." Jesse almost snarled.

"His name is Rico Suave."

God, did he ever let anything go?? No matter how stupid?? Oops. Crushing Jesse's hand. "I see." I did my relaxing exercises. Inhale, 2, 3, exhale, 2, 3. Repeat as needed. I forced myself to ask "And what is he doing?"

He was clearly thinking of something witty to say. "He's leaving the two of us alone." Wow. He thought that long and came up with that?

"OK. My conclusion is… you don't really see ghosts, clearly, because nothing you said was true. You must be just doing this for attention. Haven't you outgrown puberty yet?" This was kind of fun! "Stop lying to people who know better." He scowled. "Oh, and if you try to make people mad, bad things may happen." I gave Jesse a signal to stop holding his anger and the building started to shake. "Darned top-story office." He ran out of the room. I tried to high-five Jesse, then realized he still didn't know what a high-five was. Didn't feel like explaining it now, though. I half hoped Paul would refuse to pay his bill so I could sue him. I thought of something and walked into the hallway, where he was impatiently waiting for an elevator while looking around nervously in case another tremor started.

"Hey Paul?" He whirled. "Don't even think about bringing your brother in. And tell him I say 'hi.' And ask him about his little girlfriend." Jack Slater was almost out of high school now, but I couldn't help thinking of him as 'little'. A/N: Did I get his age right?? I saw him occasionally when he needed help. He had dropped his boyish looks and started looking more like Paul, but not as much, if that makes sense. Not so much, in other words, that every girl he met fainted, but enough, coupled with his large amounts of money, that he had never had much trouble finding girls. And he wasn't as freakishly charming as his brother, but he had the little plus of not being evil. He had had a crush on me for a while when he was young and between girlfriends, but I'd made it pretty clear that I was unavailable. I still thought of him as a kid, mostly, even though he really wasn't.

Paul scowled, but his expression changed suddenly, he nodded, frantically pushed the elevator button behind his back, not even noticing that it dinged and I knew he was doing it. I turned to go back in and bumped into Jesse, who seemed to have been standing behind me for the sole purpose of intimidating Paul. When I thought I could keep a straight face, (finally, a use for those slooow elevators!) I turned once more to say "Oh, and Paul, Fate wants you dead." He looked at me sarcastically and asked me how I knew. "I know Fate well. Fate knows all." Oops, I was wrong. I couldn't keep a straight face. I ran back into the office. Jesse shot one last glare even though he was almost laughing himself, and followed me in. "Slater ran onto the elevator as soon as it came." He grinned, and I grinned back. The week was finally over.