a/n: I'm baaaaaaaaack. This is Rojo: Book Two in Jesse's POV. Technically this is a sequal to Eterno but it can be read alone. Also, for those of you who don't know, I don't own the Mediator or do I currently have access to spell check.

Chapter One: Pregunte Su Nombre

"You'll tell him?" she asked me, eagerly. "Promise?"

"Sure," I heard myself say from lips not my own, "I'll tell him. Only who am I telling?"

The lady looked at me funny. "Red, of course," and was gone.

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I shook my head, feeling the dull tug at my navel lessen. I had been at the beach, watching the waves, when I felt the pull. A tug that seemed to come when... mediators were in danger? No, the lady looking for Red hardly seemed threatening.

Not sure what to make of the conversation I had just overheard, albeit unintentionally, I decided there was only one thing to do.

As I materialized in Susannah's room the girl looked up. "What?" Her hair was mussed up from the pillow, her eye's squinty in the darkness.

"You didn't even ask her name."

Susannah rolled her eyes and leaned up on both elbows. "Like she gave me a chance."

I folded my arms across my chest, trying to be every bit as stubborn as Susannah was proving to be. "You could have asked, but you didn't bother."

I had used my firm voice. I didn't really like using it but sometimes... Susannah needed a firm voice.

"Excuse me," Susannah said, sitting up with the comforter still wrapped around her. "This is my bed room. I will treat spectral visistors to it any way I want to, thank you."

God, how frustrante could this girl be? Whenever I tried to help she pushed me away.

"Susannah, if you're going to do this, Susannah, don't do it half way." I was thinking of the other time I had seen Susannah doing mediator work. It hadn't been pretty.

"Look, Jesse," she said, not meeting my eyes. "I've been doing this a long time without any help from you, okay?"

"She was obviously in great emotional need, and you..."

"What about you?" she asked, "You two live on the same astral plane, if I'm not mistaken. Why didn't you get her rank and number?"

"Rank and what?"

She sighed, sounding as if she thought it were my fault I had died over one hundred and fifty years ago. "Her name, why didn't you get her name?"

She obviously didn't know what it was like to be a ghost. I didn't even fully understand it all the time. Those tugs? I had no clue were they came from or what they really meant. And the woman looking for Red? She could be in Mexico for all I knew.

I shook my head. "It doesn't work that way."

Susannah looked digusted for a moment. I would have elaborated but I couldn't. Then I noticed something else come over her; a look of pity followed by a stone cold mask of distrust.

"Look," she said, "I fully intend to help that woman. Just not now, okay? Now, I need to get some sleep. I'm totally wrecked."

"Wrecked?" I asked at the foreign term.

"Yeah. Wrecked," her eyes flashed with suppressed amusement. "Whacked, beat, all tuckered out, tired."

"Oh," I watched her for a moment watching me. As much as I hated to admit it... Susannah was a beautiful young lady, even with mussed hair. Sometimes I found that it was hard not to stare.

Finally I said with a sigh, "Good night, Susannah."

"Goodnight."

Her voice was muffled as she had just burried her head in her pillow. And even though I wondered about her ability to stay alive, I could not help but to smile.

Susannah really was insufferable, and the more I thought about it I decided it wasn't such a bad thing.

a/n: review... this chapter is kind of short, I know. I'm just saving myself up for when Susannah's dad and Jesse meet.