Well, the long awaited chappy is here. So sorry it took so long. And...well its not really that long. Only about 5 pages on word. But it explains some stuff at least. Well, I think it does at least.

And as many of you may have guessed, yes, the hot naked man is Spike. Believe it or not. I will explain why he turned out to be a hot naked man instead an old wrinkly one. Eww, bad mental images.

Summary: Suze and Jesse are together and in love. And then there is little old Spike who is jealous, by the looks of it. But after a freak accident, Spike dies. Suze and Jesse try and bring him back, but something very odd happens to him...(SJ)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Mediator characters. If I did, I'd probably be living in a mansion in the Caribbean. Hey, some of us can dream, right?

Resurrection

Chapter 6

Alright, so there was a hot, naked guy in front of me. What to do?

My gaze flickered lower to his - uh . . . yeah.

He was very endowed down there, I could tell.

WHAT?

God, he's hot and he's naked and probably has no clue who the hell he is, so really, can you blame me?

"Uh . . ." I said, my gaze landing back on his face again. "I should be asking you the same question."

Right that second Paul came down. He stopped short right next to me and said, "What the . . . ?"

Well, at least he didn't finish his statement.

I looked at Paul. "Do you know this guy? I mean, Jesus, Paul, you should've told me, I would have understood . . ." I joked.

"Suze, shut up," he snapped. He looked back at the guy, then looked at the table that we had laid Spike last night . . .

Oh, no, the cat's gone.

Wait . . .

I turned to Paul again. But right when I was about to say something, he interrupted me. "Suze, this . . . I think this is your boyfriend's . . . cat . . ."

My thoughts exactly.

But . . . is that really possible?

Heh, well I know that Spike isn't neutered now.

Erm . . . sorry, that was uncalled for.

"Paul . . ." I mumbled. Oh, God, this is so weird. "When you said side effects, I thought . . ."

He looked at me. "I know. I - I . . . wow." Then he glanced at - uh . . . Spike again. "Maybe I should get him some clothes."

I nodded. "Good idea," I replied and glanced at the naked man standing in front of me again.

Once Paul left, he spoke again. "You look familiar," he said, but he seemed to be having trouble speaking.

Oh, right. He was previously a dead cat. I guess that would do it.

"Do you know who you are?" I asked unsurely. I mean, if I were a cat and suddenly became a human, I guess I wouldn't know who I was either.

He shook his head. Great. Just as I thought.

Should I just make up a name for him or something? What's close to Spike?

Spooner?

HAHAHA.

Nah, that's too . . . weird.

Scott?

Yeah, that sounds good.

"Your name is Scott, okay?" I walked a little closer to him, trying to ignore the fact that he was completely naked and I was only a foot away from his . . . yeah.

God, I saw my boyfriend's cat naked before I've seen him naked.

He nodded. "Scott," he said, sounding it out.

I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Jesse.

Shit, why was he calling me now?

I flipped it open and answered, "Jesse?"

"Susannah. Wow, it's great to hear your voice. Have you spoken to Slater yet?" he asked anxiously.

"Jesse, calm down. I'm, uh, actually here right now. I was going to surprise you, but I guess I just ruined that."

He chuckled. "All right. Do you know when you'll be back? I also wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, querida."

Aww, he's so sweet.

"I should be back soon, Jesse."

I could feel his smile through the phone. "Okay. I love you, Susannah."

"I love you too, Jesse," I replied and hung up.

Right then Paul came back down. "God, I'm surprised you got reception down here," he said, coming down the steps. "How is Rico, by the way?"

"Jesse's fine, Paul," I said impatiently. "Now can we get him dressed?"

He laughed. "What, never seen a naked man before? Surely you've seen Michelangelo's David before?" He came to stand next to me.

"You may not feel uncomfortable standing near a naked man, Paul, but I do. So can you give him the damn clothes, please?" I pleaded. Seriously, though. I felt so weird standing there next to a hot, naked man. And I was also tempted to look at him, even though I know I shouldn't.

So sue me for being curious.

Spike - er, Scott - just stood there, naked, staring at us. I think he was confused.

Well, I guess I'd be confused too if I was suddenly a human.

THAT must have been a mind-whirling experience.

"Paul," I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. "I told him his name was Scott."

He laughed. "I doubt he even understood you anyway, Suze. I mean, for God's sake, he was a dead cat less than 24 hours ago."

"No, Paul, he spoke to me. He asked me who I was and . . ."

He chuckled. "Right."

That got me angry. Who was he to tell me what I did and did not hear? He just laughed at me. Asshole.

"Fine. Don't believe me," I said angrily.

He flinched at my tone. "Suze, he couldn't have possibly spoken. He . . . it's not possible."

"Oh, really?"

He nodded and stood by his word.

Well, so did I.

I turned to the still naked man standing about ten feet away. "Scott?" He looked at me and straightened a little. "See," I said, turning to Paul, "he does understand."

He snorted. "That doesn't prove anything, Suze. He has to actually talk."

I groaned. "Fine," I retorted and turned back to the once-a-cat-now-a-human in front of me. "Scott, who am I?"

He blinked at me.

Paul laughed. "Oh, right, Suze." I turned around to see him smirking. Wow, he really is that arrogant.

"Yeah, well, he did it earlier."

He just rolled his eyes. "Just give up, Suze. It doesn't really matter anyway."

Yeah, it did, to me. Now that I was proven wrong. Wait, no, I wasn't wrong. I did hear him speak to me. I wasn't hearing things, was I?

No, Suze, he's just trying to get to you.

Then Spi - Scott spoke. God, I have to get used to saying Scott. "Who are you?" he asked, pointing to Paul. And I swear, I saw Paul choke on his saliva.

I turned toward Paul and gave him a 'see-I-was-right' look.

"B-but that's not possible—"

"Paul, you should have learned by now that anything is possible, considering what you and I are and do on a daily basis."

He seemed to recover quickly and shot a snide and totally inappropriate comment back at me. "Yeah, but it's not what I'd like to be doing on a daily basis."

Reading it, you can't really understand the undercurrent in his voice that implied the sexual innuendo that he made.

"Paul, I swear—"

"Alright, Suze," he cut in.

I pointed toward Scott. "You get to do the honors of dressing him, Paul."

He looked at me in outrage and scandal. "What? He's your fucking cat, Suze. I'm not going to dress a guy." I swear I saw him shudder.

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to do it. It's your fault he's like that anyway."

"Mine? You came to me for help, Suze. I told you there'd be side-affects."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. You're still dressing him." And I walked out of the room before he could say anything else.

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