Title: Life Itself
Author: Sara n Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God.
Rating: PG-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. A whole new catastrophe arises. Jesse and Suze have got to trust Paul to survive, and nothing is as it seems.
I tried to be careful. I had the power in my hands. The ball in my court. I had waited so long for this and now it was broken. My brand new Clinique powder foundation. On back order for two months, and the first day I have it, broken in the compact. Great.
Of course it could be worse. It could be a lot worse. Father Dom could have gotten his old fashioned way and carted Jesse out of my bedroom, which hadn't happened. Thank God.
Of ocurse I'd had to do everything short of slitting my wrists to get Father D to lighten the heck up, but hey, all fairs in love and war. And this was love and war. Emphasis on the love for now. We'll get to the war later.
Love. Love had blossomed the night of The Father Serra Festival. And then it had crashed and burned. Which was 99.9% the fault of Paul Slater. the other point 1 percent? Sadly, that was me.
Paul. Good old Paul Slater. I prefer Shithead, but his legal name is Paul Slater. Although he promised not to harm Jesse, apparently mental harm was still quite within his rights. Paul had taken it upon himself to tell Father Dom a very long and very made up story about me kissing him and leaving at the Father Serra Festival when he knew Jesse was in the room. He could see him for God's sake! Well obviously I was kissing Jesse at that point. And Jesse knew that. But the doubt was all of a sudden there. Only Jesse also knew that I really had kissed Paul Slater. Once. By accident. Kind of. Well that's not the point.
Which led to the crash and burn part. Ok, so I exaggerate. We were still... well I loved Jesse more than I ever had. I assumed he still loved me too. He had yet to say the words though.
Not only have I fallen for a Spanish ghost with a jealous streak, he is also the most moody guy in the world.
In fact, here he was materializing just like that, interrupting my thoughts. Not that I was complaining you understand.
"Susannah." he said softly. Only there was something different about the way he rolled my name around as he said it. Something sexy.
I stood up slowly. "Jesse." I turn and face him. I open my mouth to speak, but he sweeps me up in his arms and kisses me. But not just kisses me. Passionately kisses me. I was underneath him on my bed before I knew what hit me. Talk about mood swings.
He stops kissing me for a minute. "Susannah." he breathes. I reach one of my arms up and with my hand on the back of his head, pull his lips to mine again.
And then comes that feeling. Yea the one that makes me want to tear my clothes off, before pulling Jesse down on top of me. Bad Suze. Very bad.
But would it be so bad? I mean, its not like you can get pregnant from a ghost. Or can you? There's not exactly a precedent for me....
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Suffice to say I did not take any, ok many of my clothes off. Even if I had I didn't know how Jesse would respond. Back in his day, I doubt woman considered premarital relations.
We kissed for an awfully long time. Until he pulled away again. "Susannah." he said a third time. Only this he didn't stop. "I love you."
I watched musicals as a kid, never understanding why people suddenly broke out into song. I now know why. I definitely could have done it then.
"God, Jesse." I whispered. "I've always loved you."
Wouldn't you know Brad chooses now to burst into my room. Without knocking, might I add?
"Suze." He announces in his I'm a super cool wrestler voice. "Dinner." Then he looks at me.
"Suze." he says again. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Stretching." I mutter, blushing. Jesse quickly allows me to get up, and squeezes my hand as I leave.
So I returned to my room after dinner, greeted by darkness. Great. Jesse chooses now to pull his disappearing act. Geez. I sigh and sit down at my desk and attempt English homework. Key word attempt. It's hard to focus after getting the kisses of a lifetime.
Jesse materialized again, only this time his demeanor was very, very different. "Susannah." he said strongly. I wince. I know this is not going to be fun.
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"I paid a visit to our friend Mr. Slater." Jesse said.
"You what?!" I cry. Yea, Paul and I had a deal, but why tempt fate?
"I went to speak with him. And he said you had made a deal with him. Is this true Susannah." I avert my eyes and become very interested in my chipping nail polish.
His tone softens. "You don't have to be afraid to be honest with me querida." he says, taking my hands in his.
"I told him I would let him teach me about shifting if he promised not to hurt you." I whispered.
"Oh Susannah, why would you do that?"
I meet his eyes. Like isn't it incredibly obvious. "Because I love you Jesse." I say. "Because I'm terrified of the thought of losing you!"
"Susannah, what if he tries to hurt you?"
I drop my eyes again. "He won't want to hurt me exactly....." I trail off. Jesse, despite his age, catches my drift. And he pulls me into a hug.
"Querida, if he lays a finger on you, I want to hear about it. I won't be mad at you." I nodded.
"I promise." At that moment, i got conflicting feelings. An intense surge of apprehension. I could tell something was about to happen. And I also knew in that moment, that I loved Jesse more than I could ever love anyone.
If only we knew the that the world was about to crash on top of us. If we had, maybe we could have escaped to Mexico. But probably not.
____________________________________________________________________________ __ Usually, it's me who falls off the cliff into the fog. This time it was Jesse. And this time it wasn't fog he was falling into. It was fire.
He and Paul were fighting on that cliffy place that inhabits my dreams. Over me. And Jesse was losing. "Jesse!" I screamed, as Paul pushed him closer and closer to the edge. "Jesse!" But it was too late. "Jesse." I screamed a third time.
As I watched him fall, I heard him whisper. "Querida, what's wrong?" I realized that strong were enveloping me. I forced my eyes open. "Jesse." I whispered. It was a dream. Jesse was here, in my bed. Holding me.
I rolled over and buried my face in his chest, unable to stop the tears. "Shh." He whispered. "Susannah I'm here. It's ok."
Author: Sara n Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God.
Rating: PG-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. A whole new catastrophe arises. Jesse and Suze have got to trust Paul to survive, and nothing is as it seems.
I tried to be careful. I had the power in my hands. The ball in my court. I had waited so long for this and now it was broken. My brand new Clinique powder foundation. On back order for two months, and the first day I have it, broken in the compact. Great.
Of course it could be worse. It could be a lot worse. Father Dom could have gotten his old fashioned way and carted Jesse out of my bedroom, which hadn't happened. Thank God.
Of ocurse I'd had to do everything short of slitting my wrists to get Father D to lighten the heck up, but hey, all fairs in love and war. And this was love and war. Emphasis on the love for now. We'll get to the war later.
Love. Love had blossomed the night of The Father Serra Festival. And then it had crashed and burned. Which was 99.9% the fault of Paul Slater. the other point 1 percent? Sadly, that was me.
Paul. Good old Paul Slater. I prefer Shithead, but his legal name is Paul Slater. Although he promised not to harm Jesse, apparently mental harm was still quite within his rights. Paul had taken it upon himself to tell Father Dom a very long and very made up story about me kissing him and leaving at the Father Serra Festival when he knew Jesse was in the room. He could see him for God's sake! Well obviously I was kissing Jesse at that point. And Jesse knew that. But the doubt was all of a sudden there. Only Jesse also knew that I really had kissed Paul Slater. Once. By accident. Kind of. Well that's not the point.
Which led to the crash and burn part. Ok, so I exaggerate. We were still... well I loved Jesse more than I ever had. I assumed he still loved me too. He had yet to say the words though.
Not only have I fallen for a Spanish ghost with a jealous streak, he is also the most moody guy in the world.
In fact, here he was materializing just like that, interrupting my thoughts. Not that I was complaining you understand.
"Susannah." he said softly. Only there was something different about the way he rolled my name around as he said it. Something sexy.
I stood up slowly. "Jesse." I turn and face him. I open my mouth to speak, but he sweeps me up in his arms and kisses me. But not just kisses me. Passionately kisses me. I was underneath him on my bed before I knew what hit me. Talk about mood swings.
He stops kissing me for a minute. "Susannah." he breathes. I reach one of my arms up and with my hand on the back of his head, pull his lips to mine again.
And then comes that feeling. Yea the one that makes me want to tear my clothes off, before pulling Jesse down on top of me. Bad Suze. Very bad.
But would it be so bad? I mean, its not like you can get pregnant from a ghost. Or can you? There's not exactly a precedent for me....
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Suffice to say I did not take any, ok many of my clothes off. Even if I had I didn't know how Jesse would respond. Back in his day, I doubt woman considered premarital relations.
We kissed for an awfully long time. Until he pulled away again. "Susannah." he said a third time. Only this he didn't stop. "I love you."
I watched musicals as a kid, never understanding why people suddenly broke out into song. I now know why. I definitely could have done it then.
"God, Jesse." I whispered. "I've always loved you."
Wouldn't you know Brad chooses now to burst into my room. Without knocking, might I add?
"Suze." He announces in his I'm a super cool wrestler voice. "Dinner." Then he looks at me.
"Suze." he says again. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Stretching." I mutter, blushing. Jesse quickly allows me to get up, and squeezes my hand as I leave.
So I returned to my room after dinner, greeted by darkness. Great. Jesse chooses now to pull his disappearing act. Geez. I sigh and sit down at my desk and attempt English homework. Key word attempt. It's hard to focus after getting the kisses of a lifetime.
Jesse materialized again, only this time his demeanor was very, very different. "Susannah." he said strongly. I wince. I know this is not going to be fun.
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"I paid a visit to our friend Mr. Slater." Jesse said.
"You what?!" I cry. Yea, Paul and I had a deal, but why tempt fate?
"I went to speak with him. And he said you had made a deal with him. Is this true Susannah." I avert my eyes and become very interested in my chipping nail polish.
His tone softens. "You don't have to be afraid to be honest with me querida." he says, taking my hands in his.
"I told him I would let him teach me about shifting if he promised not to hurt you." I whispered.
"Oh Susannah, why would you do that?"
I meet his eyes. Like isn't it incredibly obvious. "Because I love you Jesse." I say. "Because I'm terrified of the thought of losing you!"
"Susannah, what if he tries to hurt you?"
I drop my eyes again. "He won't want to hurt me exactly....." I trail off. Jesse, despite his age, catches my drift. And he pulls me into a hug.
"Querida, if he lays a finger on you, I want to hear about it. I won't be mad at you." I nodded.
"I promise." At that moment, i got conflicting feelings. An intense surge of apprehension. I could tell something was about to happen. And I also knew in that moment, that I loved Jesse more than I could ever love anyone.
If only we knew the that the world was about to crash on top of us. If we had, maybe we could have escaped to Mexico. But probably not.
____________________________________________________________________________ __ Usually, it's me who falls off the cliff into the fog. This time it was Jesse. And this time it wasn't fog he was falling into. It was fire.
He and Paul were fighting on that cliffy place that inhabits my dreams. Over me. And Jesse was losing. "Jesse!" I screamed, as Paul pushed him closer and closer to the edge. "Jesse!" But it was too late. "Jesse." I screamed a third time.
As I watched him fall, I heard him whisper. "Querida, what's wrong?" I realized that strong were enveloping me. I forced my eyes open. "Jesse." I whispered. It was a dream. Jesse was here, in my bed. Holding me.
I rolled over and buried my face in his chest, unable to stop the tears. "Shh." He whispered. "Susannah I'm here. It's ok."