A.N - Sorry it's been a while and that i haven't replied to any reviews. It's been a busy time and I promise i will from now on. This chapter is full of dialogue. Way too much of it.

It's also dedicated to Moondancing Millie and I'd like to tell you about the fic we're planning. It's about Jesse -duh- and It's called Lady of the Night. Stay tuned. D

Chapter 6

"You're here," Suze asked incredulously, "because of Jake?"

The ghost rolled his eyes.

"No, not Jake. The guy with Jake."

"There's a guy with Jake?"

"Go see."

Suze looked at the ghost suspiciously before walking downstairs. She found that Jake had brought a friend home. Like the still-nameless ghost upstairs said.

"Oh, hey Suze." Jake said when he saw her. "This is Neil Jankow, from college. I met up with him after my shift ended. Neil this is my step-sister Suze."

"Oh, cool. Hey." Suze said after introductions had been made. Okay so the ghost was right, now she need to get upstairs and figure out why that damn ghost was here. "Well, I just came down to see what the noise was about. And to grab a drink. Gotta go now. Homework awaits."

After going into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of OJ, she quickly ran back upstairs to her bedroom.

"Okay," she announced when she walked into her bedroom, setting the glass down on the desk, "Jake brought a friend home." She shut the door behind her. "That still doesn't explain why you're -"

She looked around the room for the first time since re-entering only to find it empty.

"- not here." She finished lamely to herself.

"Stupid ghosts. They don't have lives so they stop me from living mine. Doesn't seem fair." She continued to mumble under her breath until the phone rang.

She jumped as she was pulled out of her ramblings by a loud ringer. The phone was never for her and this call would be no exception. She hadn't given out her number yet anyway. Not even to Jesse,

Suze shook her head and started unpacking her bag, groaning when she saw the thick books she'd been forced to lug around with her. It's only the first day back.

"Suze, honey, it's for you."

Startled, she picked up the phone in her bedroom and called downstairs, "I got it mom!"

"Hello?" She asked down the line once her mom had hung up, twisting the cord around her fingers.

"Hey Suze, you busy?"

"Paul." She greeted. "Nope. Homework can wait."

"Great. I was wondering if we could meet up? Expand on our earlier … conversation."

Suze's interest was piqued.

"You mean about what you can teach me?"

"Uh-huh," He replied simply. "Interested?"

"Little bit." She admitted.

Paul was smirking on the other end of the line, this was way too easy.

"Knew you would be. Meet you in an hour?"

"It's getting late." Suze was unsure. "My mom wouldn't let me out of the front door."

"So sneak out. I'm sure you've done it before."

The fact there was no reply gave him the answer he'd expected.

"Thought so. My house? Scenic Drive."

"Okay," she sighed. "An hour?"

"One hour." He replied. "See you then."

The dial tone rang in her ear. God, rude much? He didn't even say goodbye.

Well, guess I have an hour to waste. Could always do homework …

"You know," her recent new ghost friend arrived shocking her from her thoughts, "he doesn't seem very nice."

Suze was the one who rolled her eyes this time.

"Okay," she said. "One, who? And two, where did you go earlier?"

The ghost held up one finger, "The guy you were talking to," another finger, "following my brother."

Suze was stunned into silence.

"Okay who are you?"

"I'm Craig Jankow." He replied evenly,

Jankow. Where had she heard that name before?

"Wait your brother is Neil? Jake's friend. That makes more sense then you hanging around because of Jake."

The ghost's eyes darkened at his brother's name.

"He should've died. Not me."

"Woah," Suze held up her hands. "Grudge much?"

Craig just looked at her.

"Well, explain then." She urged. Why should he have died? It's obviously why you're still here. You just have to realise it was your time to go and -"

"It wasn't my time!"

She really hated when ghosts were angry. Really hated it. They started to … move things. Which make unexplainable noises and messes. How do you explain that to everyone? Oh there was just this ghost. I swear it wasn't me. Because that goes over well. No one would think she was crazy. No.

"Okay, calm down." Best to stop the mess from happening in the first place and try to reason with the angry ghost. "Tell me what happened."

"How about you ask the living one."

It was more a command then anything else. It was also his last words before disappearing.

Ghosts so had an unfair advantage there.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, Suze started on her piles of homework.

"You're late." Paul growled when she pulled up to his house finally.

"Sorry!"

"Never mind. Come in."

He opened the door and let her through, standing by when she looked around appreciatively.

"Come on."

He walked away down a pristine-clean hallway leaving Suze to follow behind him.

"Not to be rude," Suze began, "but why am I here exactly? At 10 o'clock in the night no less."

Paul just sat on his bed and patted the space next to him.

"You know Suze, you don't know as much as you think you do."

Suze just sat there, confused.

"What you are, we are, is not a Mediator. We're something much more. Helping ghosts 'move on' is for people like Hector and Father Dominic."

"Father D's a mediator?"

"Yeah, didn't you know?" Paul seemed genuinely surprised.

Suze wordlessly shook her head.

"Well, yeah, he is. Anyway," Paul continued. "You and me, we're not. We're shifters Suze. Our powers go beyond those of a mediator."

"What's a shifter?"

"That," Paul smirked, "is exactly why you're here. To learn."