A/N: Heya Guys! What can I say? I'm bored. Okay, although I said that I was going to write a sequel, I think that this is okay as a one shot. I dunno. I started it as a sequel but it could end here as well. I guess I'll just see what the response is like and if I can actually make it into a half-decent fic. Lol.

So here goes the weird sequel thingy to: Stranded Sweetheart.

Hope you like it!

I sat on my canopy bed hopelessly trying to ignore the owl hooting outside. That's the problem with living on a ranch I guess, it's all nature-y. I should have expected it. But it's not every day that a girl gets dragged out of the 21st century to come back for her one-true-love. Allowances on my stupidity have to be made. Kathleen would be so proud that I just admitted that.

"Have you finished writing yet?" asked a disgruntled looking ghost in the corner. He'd come to me looking for forgiveness from the Lord. Unfortunately –as I have informed him about twenty times- I don't have that kind of power. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here now writing out ten reasons why I hate being a Mediator.

Ten Reasons that being a Mediator sucks worse than Golf re-runs:

1) You don't get paid for it even when it screws up your life.

"No I haven't finished doing this yet." I informed him rudely. He was really starting to wind me up. All I wanted was an hour's sleep. But would he shut up long enough? Oh no.

2) The fact that it screws up your life never stops it from screwing stuff up even more.

I guess you could argue that I'm being kind of hard on him. I mean, it isn't like it's his fault or anything. The being-dead thing I mean.

3) It never leaves you alone when you're tired and want to fall asleep.

"I can't leave this room until you have forgiven my sins. Otherwise I will materialize into the fires of hell-"

4) Even when you don't want to fall asleep it still bugs you. Like when you're in the middle of kissing your boyfriend and a ghost turns up causing you to scream with shock. Thereby ruining the moment.

"That's nice for you. I've heard that it's nice and hot down there at this time of year." I replied absently. He stormed towards the bed angrily. I just ignored him. Did I mention what he did earlier? He smashed my mirror. My only mirror. Am I resentful about that though? Of course not.

5) Ghosts never take the hint that you're not listening to them

Okay, so maybe I am slightly. Maybe I would be more inclined to help him out if he hadn't killed my life-line. But he was still making me sound like some sort of Angel. I don't think he quite understands the purpose of a Mediator. Or a Shifter. Whichever is easiest to understand. I am not meant to be nice. Well, maybe I am. But that doesn't mean that I have to be all sweet when he's just broken one of my most prized possessions.

6) Ghosts get mad when you inform them that you're not paying attention to them.

"Look I don't think you understand what it is that I actually do. I'm the Mediator. It's my job to-"

"Fix this now! I went to Church every Sunday. I prayed for the poor and needy. I am not supposed to be in this limbo." He yelled angrily. I blinked at him trying to take in what he'd just said.

That's the problem with living in this era. The only reason that they attend religious events is to get to Heaven. They aren't like Father D who actually believes in it. Not that I can say that of course. Because Father D isn't here. I left that life behind when I chose to stay with Jesse.

And my mom. I'd left her too. And Andy and my stepbrothers. I even missed the stupid cat for crying out loud! Spike whom I'd always hated. I suddenly appreciated how important those things are to me. But what about Jesse? If I'd gone back then I would have forgotten him. Forgotten the feeling that I get in my chest when I see him. The fluttery feeling I get when I look into his eyes.

Either way I would have lost something infinitely precious.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly. He sounded kind of worried which was strange. I closed my eyes briefly. I really shouldn't space out in front of people. Even if they are deceased.

7) You show ghosts your weak points without meaning too.

"I'm fine. Look I really do need more time to sort out your moving-on problem. Just give me some time okay?" I replied weakly. He continued to stare at me intently for a minute, to the point where I had to drop my gaze.

8) Ghosts take advantage of the weak points you've shown them.

"But-"he began suddenly. He seemed to remember the 'hell' thing.

"You'll be fine. I've done this before remember. You aren't going anywhere till I figure out what your glitch is." I smiled sadly. I knew how he was feeling.

"Are you sure?" he clarified softly. I nodded before looking back at my parchment.

"Yeah I'm sure. Give me till tomorrow lunchtime. I'll get the story off Jesse." I told him without looking back up. I didn't want to have to see the pain in his eyes anymore. I hated it when they got like that. It just reminded me of the way I felt up in the Shadowland with Madam Zara. Alone and helpless. Ready to surrender.

"Thank you." he muttered softly as he disappeared.

9) You begin to like them.

I sighed trying to think of a way to end my list. I guess being a Mediator isn't all bad. You get to help people. Sometimes it's even rewarding.

I jumped as I heard someone knock on my door softly. Looking at my clock I realised that it was only ten o'clock. Living on Jesse's ranch was actually kind of pleasant. It was really peaceful. And yeah, so I had to sleep in the 'Women's Dormitories'. It wasn't that big a deal. His mom was nice enough and his sisters were actually pretty sweet. It was like being part of the family. We'd just said that I'd lost my memory after me and my father were attacked by outlaws. I never thought they'd believe it. But they did. And I'd been living here ever since.

"Come in." I said loudly. I smiled as I saw who my visitor was. Suddenly all thoughts of my old era went out of my mind completely. Because he was here.

"Am I interrupting something?" Jesse asked in his silky voice. I grabbed my pen to write in my final number. Ten. But what? Suddenly I knew.

"No. I just finished."

10) You fall in love.