I don't own any of the characters, so don't sue. And this is my first fan
fic ever, so don't be too mean.
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Okay, here's a little fact about mediators. They don't like being disturbed in their sleep by the dead. Even if that particular dead person happens to be the ghost of a totally hot cowboy that died one hundred and fifty years ago. And that was exactly what was happening to me right now.
"Susannah, wake up!" Jesse said, as he shook me. This didn't make me too happy, because I had just fallen asleep maybe an hour ago, thanks to my English teacher assigning my class a 700 word essay. Oh, and it's due tomorrow. Or today, I should say, because it's 3:12 a.m.
"What?" I snapped. I looked at Jesse angrily. He let go of me, and I noticed something in his dark eyes. I didn't recognize it at first, but I slowly realized what it was. It was fear.
"Guess who's back." he said, looking down at me. Hearing him say that was kind of funny, thanks to Dopey playing Eminem's "Without Me" a couple hundred times.
"Um...Eminem?" I said. Somehow I always seem to say the most dorkiest things. There has got to be something wrong with me.
Jesse blinked a few times. Obviously I've confused him. "Who?" he said, lookeing as confused as ever.
"Never mind. Who's back?" I said, watching him go from confused to serious.
"Paul Slater. Susannah-" he said, before I cut him off.
I laughed nervously. "Um, no, Jesse. Paul's in jail, remember?" I said, remembering the horrible events that happened last month. I don't even want to explain it.
"No, no, he's not. He's back." Jesse told me. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, okay, Jesse. Paul's back. Yep. He escaped from jail. Now he's on his way to my house so he can come and finish what he started." I said sarcastically. Jesse nodded, and for a second I actually believed him.
"I'm not sure what he's going to do, but I'm sure that's what he's thinking of. Susannah, we have to leave." he said, grabbing my arm. I jerked my arm away.
"Jesse, calm down. He's not out of jail." I said. I fully trust the Carmel cops. "Why would you think that?"
"He is, Susannah. And if we don't leave, he's going to kill you. You know what happened last time." Jesse reminded me. I looked into his eyes again. He looked totally serious, and afraid. For me. The last time I saw him afraid for me, is when his ex-fiancée, Maria de Silva, tried to kill me. Or at least threatened to. Suddenly, I believed everything he just told me, and a wave of terror washed over me.
"Okay. Let's go." I said, getting out of bed. "But would you let me at least get dressed first?"
"Yes, just hurry." he whispered. I grabbed some random pair of jeans and some random T-shirt and walked into the bathroom to change. Then I walked out and grabbed my motorcylce jacket. Jesse was quiet as I tied my shoes.
Jesse grabbed my hand and we began to walk out of my room. Then I remembered I should at least leave a note on my bed explaining my sudden absence. I stopped walking, and Jesse turned around. "Querida, what are you doing? Let's go!" he whispered.
I smiled a little at hearing him call me querida again, and said, "I have to at least write a note for Mom and Andy." And with that I walked back and pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of my backpack and wrote a note explaining why I was gone, and for them to not worry, I'd be back ASAP.
"Okay, I'm ready." I said, as he grabbed my hand again.
After we got outside, I finally asked, "Um, where exactly are we going?"
"To the mission." Jesse said. I nodded, although I doubt he saw me, since there were no lights.
"Okay, and exactly how long am I going to be gone?" I asked. It was quiet for a couple seconds, but finally he spoke.
"Until we can make Paul go back to where he came from." he said.
I smiled brightly. "You mean we're going to kill him and let him go back to his throne in hell?"
Jesse laughed quietly at this. "No. Back to prison." My smile faded. "But if he lays a hand on you, I'll kill him." he said, protectively. Well, he should be. Protective, I mean. I'm his girlfriend, afterall.
"Thanks, Jesse." I said, happy to know he would gladly kill any guy that attempted to murder me. Twice. "I'll gladly kill any moron that tries to send you away." I was hoping he'd kiss me for saying that, but instead he didn't do -or say- anything. That's because we both heard a noise behind us.
"Susannah.." Jesse said, quietly, but firmly.
"What?" I whispered. I'll admit. I was kind of scared. It was just like those movies where the girl hears a noise behind her, and she turns around and the person who made the noise leaps out and mugs her. We didn't stop, though. We kept walking, even if it was rather slowly.
"Don't let go of my hand." he said. I noticed the protectiveness in his voice, so I nodded and grabbed his hand and held on tightly. Then we walked a little more quickly.
We walked quietly for a couple minutes. We were both listening for another noise to come from behind us. We were getting closer to the mission.
"I love you, Susannah." Jesse said, breaking the silence. It was sweet of him, but I didn't quite understand why he was bringing this up now.
"I love you, too, Jesse, but why are you bringing this up now?" I wanted to know. I looked at him. He looked back at me.
"Because, I might not get a chance to later." he said. About a second after that, he spun around, causing me to turn around with him, and I got my first look at Paul since he was carted off to jail not too long ago. Then Jesse jumped on him and started to, from how I saw it, murder him. I didn't try to get Jesse off of Paul. Instead, I watched Jesse beat Paul to a pulp, and wondered just what he meant by, "Because I might not get a chance to later."
And as I was looking at Jesse running after me while being dragged away by Paul, I realized it's because he knew something I didn't. Something that soon I would've wished I knew.
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Okay, here's a little fact about mediators. They don't like being disturbed in their sleep by the dead. Even if that particular dead person happens to be the ghost of a totally hot cowboy that died one hundred and fifty years ago. And that was exactly what was happening to me right now.
"Susannah, wake up!" Jesse said, as he shook me. This didn't make me too happy, because I had just fallen asleep maybe an hour ago, thanks to my English teacher assigning my class a 700 word essay. Oh, and it's due tomorrow. Or today, I should say, because it's 3:12 a.m.
"What?" I snapped. I looked at Jesse angrily. He let go of me, and I noticed something in his dark eyes. I didn't recognize it at first, but I slowly realized what it was. It was fear.
"Guess who's back." he said, looking down at me. Hearing him say that was kind of funny, thanks to Dopey playing Eminem's "Without Me" a couple hundred times.
"Um...Eminem?" I said. Somehow I always seem to say the most dorkiest things. There has got to be something wrong with me.
Jesse blinked a few times. Obviously I've confused him. "Who?" he said, lookeing as confused as ever.
"Never mind. Who's back?" I said, watching him go from confused to serious.
"Paul Slater. Susannah-" he said, before I cut him off.
I laughed nervously. "Um, no, Jesse. Paul's in jail, remember?" I said, remembering the horrible events that happened last month. I don't even want to explain it.
"No, no, he's not. He's back." Jesse told me. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, okay, Jesse. Paul's back. Yep. He escaped from jail. Now he's on his way to my house so he can come and finish what he started." I said sarcastically. Jesse nodded, and for a second I actually believed him.
"I'm not sure what he's going to do, but I'm sure that's what he's thinking of. Susannah, we have to leave." he said, grabbing my arm. I jerked my arm away.
"Jesse, calm down. He's not out of jail." I said. I fully trust the Carmel cops. "Why would you think that?"
"He is, Susannah. And if we don't leave, he's going to kill you. You know what happened last time." Jesse reminded me. I looked into his eyes again. He looked totally serious, and afraid. For me. The last time I saw him afraid for me, is when his ex-fiancée, Maria de Silva, tried to kill me. Or at least threatened to. Suddenly, I believed everything he just told me, and a wave of terror washed over me.
"Okay. Let's go." I said, getting out of bed. "But would you let me at least get dressed first?"
"Yes, just hurry." he whispered. I grabbed some random pair of jeans and some random T-shirt and walked into the bathroom to change. Then I walked out and grabbed my motorcylce jacket. Jesse was quiet as I tied my shoes.
Jesse grabbed my hand and we began to walk out of my room. Then I remembered I should at least leave a note on my bed explaining my sudden absence. I stopped walking, and Jesse turned around. "Querida, what are you doing? Let's go!" he whispered.
I smiled a little at hearing him call me querida again, and said, "I have to at least write a note for Mom and Andy." And with that I walked back and pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of my backpack and wrote a note explaining why I was gone, and for them to not worry, I'd be back ASAP.
"Okay, I'm ready." I said, as he grabbed my hand again.
After we got outside, I finally asked, "Um, where exactly are we going?"
"To the mission." Jesse said. I nodded, although I doubt he saw me, since there were no lights.
"Okay, and exactly how long am I going to be gone?" I asked. It was quiet for a couple seconds, but finally he spoke.
"Until we can make Paul go back to where he came from." he said.
I smiled brightly. "You mean we're going to kill him and let him go back to his throne in hell?"
Jesse laughed quietly at this. "No. Back to prison." My smile faded. "But if he lays a hand on you, I'll kill him." he said, protectively. Well, he should be. Protective, I mean. I'm his girlfriend, afterall.
"Thanks, Jesse." I said, happy to know he would gladly kill any guy that attempted to murder me. Twice. "I'll gladly kill any moron that tries to send you away." I was hoping he'd kiss me for saying that, but instead he didn't do -or say- anything. That's because we both heard a noise behind us.
"Susannah.." Jesse said, quietly, but firmly.
"What?" I whispered. I'll admit. I was kind of scared. It was just like those movies where the girl hears a noise behind her, and she turns around and the person who made the noise leaps out and mugs her. We didn't stop, though. We kept walking, even if it was rather slowly.
"Don't let go of my hand." he said. I noticed the protectiveness in his voice, so I nodded and grabbed his hand and held on tightly. Then we walked a little more quickly.
We walked quietly for a couple minutes. We were both listening for another noise to come from behind us. We were getting closer to the mission.
"I love you, Susannah." Jesse said, breaking the silence. It was sweet of him, but I didn't quite understand why he was bringing this up now.
"I love you, too, Jesse, but why are you bringing this up now?" I wanted to know. I looked at him. He looked back at me.
"Because, I might not get a chance to later." he said. About a second after that, he spun around, causing me to turn around with him, and I got my first look at Paul since he was carted off to jail not too long ago. Then Jesse jumped on him and started to, from how I saw it, murder him. I didn't try to get Jesse off of Paul. Instead, I watched Jesse beat Paul to a pulp, and wondered just what he meant by, "Because I might not get a chance to later."
And as I was looking at Jesse running after me while being dragged away by Paul, I realized it's because he knew something I didn't. Something that soon I would've wished I knew.