Sorry, Yeah I know its been awhile since I've updated, but i'm really not sure whether anyone is reading this or not, and I've been busy with school and work and boyfriend.
So anyway new chapter, please read and comment.
Flash Back Shock
Finding out I was pregnant changed pretty much everything, not just my life but it was making my holiday really unenjoyable, more so than before.
Everybody was so careful with me and around me, I wanted to strangle them.
Ok, I, like all girls’ likes to be pampered at least once and awhile but not every bloody day.
Mom is the worst.
As soon as I came home the following day she had this long set of rules that of what I could do and what couldn't do. What I was allowed to eat and wasn’t allowed and so on and so forth.
What was worst was the rest of the family followed her example and were all now watching me like a hawks or Vultures. Yeah, they are all a bunch of vultures, all ready to swoop down upon me the moment I might do something that appears even the slightest bit threatening to me or the baby, which means NO KICKBOXS TAPES! No, it can't be POSSIBLE....
The only reason the whole family isn’t in hospital by now because of numerous injuries is because of Jesse.
Finding out that I was pregnant has made Jesse protective of me, but hey, he’s always been protective of me, so there is no real difference.
Ok, so he’s a little bit more protective than he has been previously, but he’s not overbearing with his desire to keep me and the baby safe. He’s still allowing me to do normal things, just telling me to take them slower and that if there’s any fighting to do, he would like it if he could be allowed to take the first few swings before I stepped in. Not that we’d been in many fights of late, but you understand what I mean.
Jesse’s reasoning as to why he was letting me on a longer lead than my family is that one; he quite likes living and doesn’t want to stuff up his second chance of being alive. He’d like to be part of his child’s life and not as a see-threw, floating ghost.
The second reason is that in his original time; women, even in the later stages of their pregnancy still went about their normal days work, albeit slower and maybe less to do, but they still did it, they didn’t put their feet up and eat chocolate in front of the TV… despite the fact they didn’t have one back then… ok you get what I mean.
When I finally told Gina that she was right about me being pregnant (this took a lot of coaxing on Jesse’s and Cee-Cee’s part to do. I didn’t want to be laughed at then told ‘I told you so’ for the rest of the conversation. A lot of chocolate bribing was needed to get me anywhere that damn phone), she did exactly what I expected she would do; she screamed, laughed and told me ‘I told you so’ repeatedly for next half hour or so.
It was very hard for me to not to just hang up on her, since I was getting enough scolding from home (Mom being still annoyed with me for taking so long to figure it out, even with my explanation as to why I thought I wasn’t), to not have to put up with her chiding too.
Cee-Cee was pretty good, like Jesse, about the whole thing. She just accept that I was pregnant without much fuss and went back to re-editing the news report that Mom was going to read that coming evening. Adam was a bit more excited by the news, bouncy around and all that, just like Doc.
Its amazing how excited two, well, men can get over babies, I mean, I used to think it was just a woman’s thing but obviously not.
Everyone is fussing about the baby. Everyone except me, I mean, I’m the mother, I should be the worst of the lot but I keep carrying on like normal, like I never found out I had another life growing inside of me.
Maybe I’m still in denial, I mean, I didn’t know I was pregnant for five and something months, I ignored the signs and Mom wasn’t about to let me for get about that.
My guilt trip grew longer and longer with Mom.
“I still can’t believe you had no idea for five months.” Mom complained as we walked down threw the mall looking at shops. Baby shops….
“I’m sorry, I was just… busy.” I muttered
“No one can be that busy to miss the obvious signs of pregnancy.” Mom grumbled loudly, causing several other shoppers to look at us, confused and amused. I restrain the urge to hit them all.
I rubbed my temple to try and stop my oncoming headache without much success.
My head was beginning to throb and I felt ill. It sort of remained me of how I felt when I had time travelled or after I had been in the Spirit Corridor.
“Suze? Honestly, could you please show a little interest while we’re shopping for your baby’s needs!” Mom huffed in annoyance. “Suze”
But I was gone.
Ok, my body remain where it was… ok not exactly where it was, if it had remain were it was I would have still be standing up and without bruises, no my body flopped to the tiled mall floor and my spiritual self hurtle off somewhere that I had no control over with a panicked ache in my stomach.
Then I crashed into something solid.
I crashed into a statue of sorts.Where the hell was I?
I could hear voices, which I wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign or not.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Ah-Duh! Huge spiritual mean-ass dog stalking ghosts, yeah. Their really hard to miss.”
“But you’ve only seen it the once, correct?”
“How do you know it wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks on you?”
“I think I know the difference between my imagination and reality, Wonderboy!”Wonderboy?
I knew that voice.
“Oh, you do think do you?”
I knew that one too. Actually I knew all three male voices, and I was confused as hell as to why I was hearing them. They sounded so different! Ok only two of them sounded really different, but that was only ‘cause their voices seemed to be younger then what I was now used to hearing.
And one that I loved hearing the most sounded, floaty? Like it had been when he had been a… ghost?
I looked around me wildly and almost gagged. I knew where I was! But it seemed fairly impossible that I was there, when I had been in the mall only moments ago.
I had apparently crashed into the wall of the front office of Junipero Serra Mission Academy and the voices I was hearing were coming from Father Dominic’s office.
“So what are you fella’s going to tell Suze? You can’t keep her in the dark much longer, she’ll strangle you both.” Paul’s voice asked, but not the voice of Paul I knew now and counted as a friend. No this voice belonged to the Paul that I had first met and feared for a good period of time, afraid of what he could do and what he could make me loose.
“Telling Susannah about these great Dogs, might be um very, very bad.” I heard Father Dominic say. I let out a growl of annoyance. Thanks for the confidence Father!
“Oh she’ll love that.” Paul snort sarcastically. For once Paul was right about something.
“She won’t like it.” Jesse… my heart started to pound in delight at hearing his voice. But him agreeing with Paul?! Oh and you could so hear he wasn’t thrilled about it either.
“So, what? Every time we see one of those things, we tell her to look the other way?” Paul laughed harshly.
“I’m just afraid that she might do something very, very stupid. If she feels they are a threat to her family or anyone else, she will retaliate and I’m very afraid of those consciences.” Father Dom said. I could hear the worry in his voice as he spoke and felt my frustration and annoyance at him faded and I felt touched by his concern for me. Ok, we didn’t always see eye-to-eye… ok we rarely ever did, but that didn’t stop us from caring for the other and I could now see (hear) how much Father Dom actually worried for me as a teenager… well I did do some rather reckless things. They got the job done, but I usually ended up in hospital or with some injury or other and that’s not counting all the damage that has been inflicted on to the school, houses, building, so on and so forth.
But now I was really confused, had those three known about the Hell Hounds for years and never told me or what?
I suddenly heard a growl behind me… Oh Crap!
I turned around slowly and groaned, of all the stupid ones to appear it just had to be this one, the one I had met in New York and seemed to really, really hate me.
“Was that a growl?” I heard Paul suddenly ask and the sounds of quick footsteps from the Father’s office, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of them anymore, I was sprinting down the corridor into the main sections of the school with a angry Hell Hound at my heels.
I heard someone, I think Paul, yeah it was Paul, yelling after me, but I just threw my hand back and made a rude hand gesture in his general direction before picking up my pace.
I ran into my old year twelve homeroom and slammed the door shut just as I heard the Hell Hound turning into the corridor.
“This can not be happening.” I groaned, burying my face into my hands as I pressed my back against the door, just for good measures.
When I had just started to run and made my hand gesture back at Paul, I had caught a glimpse of them and that glimpse had almost made my heart stop.
Paul looked about sixteen, exactly like he had when I had first met him; Father Dom looked the same as ever and Jesse… Jesse was see-threw, wearing the clothes that I had been extremely fond of, especially the shirt, but he was still a ghost. He was still dead, which meant I wasn’t with him and that hurt like hell to think about.
I felt my heart clench and I place a hand on my stomach, where our baby lay. We weren’t together and he was still a ghost so it was hard to belief that this little ratbag actually existed inside of me.
A small wave of nausea however let me know that this little one did exist and did not like being ignored. I rubbed my hand against my belly, trying to calm it down.
I wasn’t ready to hear his voice, but I heard it anyway.
I looked towards the windows, with the great view of the ocean, to where Jesse stood; arms crossed looking so gorgeous and so unimpressed at my being there I almost felt sixteen again.
Instead of swooning all over him, which I really wanted to do, did I mention I really, really missed that shirt where you could see his…. concentrate.
I, instead, scowled at him.
“Don’t you start and keep your voice down or it’ll…” the door that I had been leaning on suddenly bulked under the pressure of something ramming into it.
“Ah crap, its found us!” I groaned, “and why did it have to be that one!” I wailed as I shoved my back against the door.
“Susannah? What do you mean?” Jesse moved in beside me and pressed his back against the wooden door as well.
“About what?” I demanded, flinching at every jolt the door gave as it sent spasms up my spine and upsetting my baby. Oh god, what if this hurts the baby!
The thought of damage to the baby was almost my downfall, for I started to panic, taking my back up off the door, quite happy to just leave Jesse to the Hell Hound while I found away to escape and save the baby from harm, except.
“Susannah!” Jesse snapped at me, forcing me to focus.
“Right, sorry.” I mumbled pressing myself back against the door. After a moment of feeling nothing but the door trembling behind me, I suddenly felt hot. Jesse was staring down at me with the most curious expression on his face.
“What?” I asked him, my lips trembling along with the door with each hit the Hell Hounds head made. He frowned at me in confusion.
“You look, I don’t know how, but you look different… older.” His dark eyes searched my face, staring deep into my eyes as if they held the answers that he seek
“Oh believe me, you’re different too! Very different from what I’m used to.” Yeah, your alive, though not for long ‘cause as soon as I get back, I’m strangling living you, Paul and Father Dom, for not telling me about all this.
Jesse just looked confused but pushed whatever question he was about to ask out of his mind as he looked up at the door, at the huge creaks appearing in it.
“Ah, Run?” I asked him, he gave a nod and we bolted for the windows, managing to find one that hadn’t been looked by a key just as the Hell Hound broke the door.
“Ah!” I squeak and jumped out the window, thanking the heavens that the window was on the ground floor.
“Run!” Jesse ordered and snatched up my hand and started dragging me around the school towards the Church.
“The church?” I yelled at him, but he didn’t reply, just shoving me threw the doors and slamming them behind us.
We heard a loud howl from out side and scratching at the door, though it was hardly anything impressive, more like the dog wanting to come inside the house because it wanted to be with humans.
“Jesse, did you find the…” Father Dom had been walking down the aisle before stopping when he saw me.
“Oh dear.” Was all he managed to say, before flopping down onto a bench.
“Father, you think you’ve got it bad, you’ve got nothing compared to me.” I grumbled at him, while eyeing the door, waiting for it shatter like the last one had.
“Really?” Father Dom asked looking a little amused.
“Yeah, you have what? One of those things running amok? I have like five back home. Which I have no idea how I’m going to get back there since I don’t even know how I got here in the first place.” I grumbled, kicking a pillar lightly.
The two men just looked at me as if I was nuts and I glared at them in return.
“Ah, Suze what happen to your hair? I swear it wasn’t that long yesterday, nor were you that round either.” Paul had just appeared from the side entrance of the Church.
He didn’t look overly bothered by my being there or how much different I now looked. Actually he looked rather amused and fascinated by it all.
Oh, I bet he was
loving all this!
“Gee Paul, as much as you are an a--h----, you don’t miss a trick do you?” I growled at him, more annoyed at him because he had noted my round belly and probably coming up with all sorts of crazy conclusion as to why it was round.
I was also nervous that he might connect the dots and realise that I was not from here, from this time, i mean, and from the sudden dark glint in his eyes I realise he already had connected them. Crap!
I glared at him and he smiled back, delight at the fact that I had just revealed that his suspicions were, infact, correct in more ways than one.
“Now, now, you two, don’t start fighting each other, we have bigger problems.” Father Dom warned us both. You could tell he was only saying this because he didn’t want anything to break in here and not because of the Hell Hound.
“You mean the Hell Hound?” I asked, the three blinked at me. I sighed.
“Its called a Hell Hound,” blank looks,” it takes souls to the underworld. The most famous one was called Cerberus,” more blank looks, I let out a little growl of frustration, “haven’t you guys been doing any research at all on this thing?” I was close to yelling at them now.
They all had the grace to looked different degrees of guilt and sheepishness.
“And you have?” Paul asked me slyly. He was daring me now. Daring me to admit that I wasn’t from here. That I had learnt how to travel threw time. Though this time it wasn’t my fault at all! Well, to my knowledge it wasn’t.
“Yeah, actually.” I snarled back. I wasn’t lying; I had actually done research on these things, just not in this time.
The two men were looking between Paul and I as if they were watching a tennis match, both wearing almost the exact level of confusion on their faces.
“What’s going on?” Father Dom asked us quietly.
Jesse was staring at both us hard. His eyes glowed with heat and dislike at the fact Paul knew something about me that he didn’t.
Back then I never understood Jesse’s looks towards Paul as anything more than great dislike, I now knew better.
The darkness to the look was also caused from jealousy and fear that he might lose me to Paul and not in a fight, but from love.
He feared back then that I might actually wake up to the laws of life and realise how stupid it was to be in love with a ghost and go out with a living, breathing person, like Paul… gag… yeah like that was going to happen, but that had been one of things that Jesse never liked about Paul and it was so obvious here, like it had been a lot of other times before, I just hadn’t understood beack then.
“Nothing.” I muttered. Paul laughed as if it was all a great joke.
“Yeah Suze, nothing going on is it? I mean, you got extension in your hair last night and you ate a really big dinner and suddenly grew a couple of centimetres over night, yeah nothing going on at all. Oh yeah, plus you look older, like I don’t know, twenty?” He was guessing but it was freaky how close he was.
I gave in then, since the light blubs were clinking in the other twos brains and it would be pointless to try and disprove all the things that Paul had just pointed out.
“Twenty-one and a half.” I told him.
“Oh, so close.” But he was grinning with delight, “how did you do it…?” he started to ask but I cut him off.
“I have no idea, I was in the mall with my Mom, and then I crashed into the front office wall.” I shrugged. I still wasn’t lying; I just wasn’t telling him the whole truth that I knew how to do it on a normal day.
“But that, this is impossible.” Father Dom gawked at me.
“You’d be surprise how often I hear that.” I grumbled at him.
I placed a hand to my forehead, closing my eyes, feeling ill. Time travel did that to you, but it was also the baby being crabby about being ignored.
I felt a pair of cool hands on my arm, pushing me onto a bench so that I wouldn’t fall down from my dangerous swaying.
I open one eye and peered at Jesse’s concern face, noting the sadness hidden behind the concern. Why is he sad?
“How far along are you?” he asked looking at my expanding belly sadly and with regret…oh, that’s why
“Five months.” I sighed.
“I knew you were pregnant.” Paul said behind Jesse sounding quite please with himself.
“Yeah and it is not yours.” I snapped at him; understanding some of the happiness in his voice.
That knocked his ego down a few notches.
Jesse grinned in relief as he stood up but his eyes were still on my stomach.
“Susannah?” Father Dom said quietly, looking a little annoyed. Ok, he looked more than a little annoyed he looked furious. It took me a moment to understand why.
“It wasn’t plan, it just sorta happen… we are getting married,” I gasped out trying to fend off the inevitable lecture I was going to get from him, “even though he hasn’t actually asked me yet.” I added under my breath, resisting the urge to kick Jesse.
“Maybe he hasn’t asked you because he’s a deadbeat.” Paul teased, obviously still rather pissed about the fact that I still wasn’t his.
“Nah, we just haven’t got around to making plans.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“At least, we know who certainly isn’t the father.” Paul muttered, shooting Jesse a dark look. Jesse flinched and looked off into the distance.
“Nah, I’d never have a kid with Adam! Cee-Cee would murder me.” I replied calmly, trying to break the tension between the two.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give for a glaring match and a few teasing insults rather than this ‘want-to-murder-you-so-badly’ atmosphere.
“How long have you had this one?” I asked Father D, changing the subject in hope to get the atmosphere to a little more pleasant, though how this conversation would make it any better I had no clue.
“Four or five days, maybe.” The Father sighed heavily. “It attacked Jesse here in the school four days ago.”
“Well, that’s because he’s a ghost! That’s what Hell Hounds do; they take souls, ghosts that they find down to the Underworld.” Then I frown, “but why did it go immediately after you or have other ghosts gone missing?” I was looking up a Jesse, remembering all the times that we’d both come across a Hell Hound, how the hound had always, though it had showed more interest in me, it had always attacked Jesse first.
“Only one ghost has gone missing, but none of the others know what happen to her.” Jesse told me, I nodded.
“Anything particularly interesting about her?” I asked him. This was obvious a good question, even though he looked uncomfortable about answering it.
“Um, apparently when she was alive, she was apparently a witch of sorts.” He said looking even more uncomfortable. I stared at him.
“A witch?” I asked threw barely moving lips.
“Susannah?” I heard Father Dom call my name; my mind was miles away, reeling with this small piece of information.
The only other person/ghost, to be targeted by the Hell Hound had been a witch of sorts when she had been alive. A witch was apparently summoning the Hell Hound to do his or her bidding, for whatever reason that was.
“Susannah.” I shook myself back to the present or past as the case was for me.
“Um, sorry, I’m trying to put the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together and I think I’ve found some that have high possibilities pieces fitting together, though I’m still not hundred percent sure what the connection is yet.”
“Oh that helps.” Paul grumbled, I started to stick my tongue out at him, but then stopped and listen.
No scratching at the door, no nothing. It was quiet, but somehow too quiet!
Then a high pitch whistle suddenly broke the silence with a shrill ringing to it.
That whistle… The one I heard it before, in New York when I first saw the red Stargate.
I lurched myself to my feet to get to the window to look out to see if the red Stargate had appeared, but cringed as I did so, as a sharp pain went threw my body from the direction of my stomach.
I started to fall backwards, but Jesse caught me.
“Are you alright?” he demanded staring at me in concern.
“Yeah, it’s just the baby. It doesn’t like me doing dangerous things. It somehow seems to know when there’s danger about.” Now that I had said it out loud, though it now seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to me, it also seemed a bit weird. I mean how many other unborn babies in the world let their mothers know when their in danger. Mine did, and did so often. My mind started reeling again.
If something was wrong, I’d start feeling sick and unable to move but yet nothing seemed to be able to harm me, even that stupid van hadn’t been able to harm me.
I frown as more puzzle pieces appeared to me, trying to make me see the connection. There was connections with all the puzzle pieces. But what were they?
We scramble our way to the windows on either side of the door and peered out.
And sure enough there was the red vortex, the Hell Hound beside and… a human figure.
Dressed in a black ceremony gown, the figure patted the Hell Hound on the head while staring at the church. I couldn’t see their face but I could guess the gender was female, just from the shape of the body.
So our witch was female… Oh, big help.
“Who’s that?” Paul asked.
“She’s our Sabrina.” I muttered and moved for the door, ignoring the sharp panic sparking from my belly.Its ok, baby! I’ll be fine; I just want to kick some witch butt.
I thought as I rubbed my stomach and felt it settle a little, but I could still feel my baby’s panic, which I was also pretty sure that wasn’t normal either.
Also not normal was the warmth I was feeling in my stomach, the feeling of confidence and security that I could do anything and that I was safe. I wondered if that had anything to do with my baby too.
“Suze!” I heard Paul hiss but I open the door anyway. I could feel Jesse beside and took comfort in that. Even though he wasn’t quite my Jesse yet, it was still wonderful for him to be there with me facing this danger.
For I understood that this woman, this witch was a danger to me, to us, to our baby and for that I would stop her at all costs. I would protect my, our baby no matter what.
The witch looked straight at me as I and Jesse approached her.
“Hello Susannah.” Her voice was cool and sort of sing songy and it reminded me of another voice that I couldn’t place.
“Who are you?” I asked quietly.
“Just a passer-by, nobody special.” She laughed.
“Then why are you associating with those things?” I growled.
“Oh you mean these beautiful creatures, the Hell Hounds, as you call them, it is no reason of yours.”
“Their stealing ghosts.”
“And you say that as if it’s a bad thing.” She chuckled. “But how can you judge me with working with Hell Hounds to accomplish my task when you have a ghost standing right beside you helping you with yours?”
“That’s different. Jesse is different.” I snapped.
“How is that different Susannah? How?”
“Because he's human.” I whispered.
“Not at the moment he isn’t.” she pointed out. I felt my hands curl into fists.
“What? A lost for words?” She teased me.
I took a step towards her, but Jesse stopped me, holding onto my wrist and whispered, “She is dangerous. Think about your baby,” before he turn his attention to the witch.
“What do you want? Why are you using those things?” he demanded.
“And why did you set that one on Jesse.” I added, scowling at the Hell Hound who snarled back.
“So many questions, so little time.” She sang softly. “I can’t tell you what I want, because you people wouldn’t understand my reasons and I don’t need to justify myself to you anyway. As for why this one went after Jesse,” she looked down at the Hell Hound and for the first time while talking she lost her sing songness and she sounded generally annoyed, “he wasn’t meant to be targeted the ghost; it was an accident, a confusion between past and future.”
“Fine I’ll reword it, why are you sending your Hell Hounds after him in my time.” I demanded. She looked back at me; even though I couldn’t see her face I could feel that she was frustrated with all this talk.
“Because he is a threat, an obstacle between me and my true target.”
“Which is?” Jesse demanded. He didn’t sound angry at being called an obstacle, probably happy that he was one, but I could hear the worry in his voice too.
“Her and the baby she carrying.” She said shrugging nonchalantly pointing at me or rather at my stomach. I blinked at her.
“Her?” I heard Paul yell from the Church doorway.
“More her baby than her.” she said it all so casually as if we were discussing the weather instead of her wanting my baby for some sick, twisted reason.
“Why?” I growled threw gritted teeth.
“Because its powerful. Probably one of the most powerful Mediator to ever walk the Earth. I mean, you’d expect that with both parents being Mediators and the father being a resurrected ghost,” I felt Jesse stiffen beside me and heard a loud “what!” from Paul’s direction, but I couldn’t care. I was numb; this woman wanted my baby because it was going to be powerful one day.
“That’s sick.” I whispered.
“It’s the only way to get what I want.” She said calmly.
I wanted to kill her, I didn’t care how, I just wanted to. I felt Jesse’s grip on my wrist grow tighten. He could obviously pick up from my body, of what I wanted to do.
“How powerful?” Jesse asked suddenly.
“What?” the b-witch asked.
“The baby, Susannah’s baby, how powerful is it?” I could hear the strain in his voice. He must be so confused, his mind a muddle of ideas, theories of how a ghost could be resurrected and whether or not he was that said ghost.
“Powerful enough to hid itself for five months from me and from its parents, filling it mother’s head with doubt about the whole thing,” she laughed, “clever baby!” she praised my unborn child, “it wanted to protect its Mommy and itself from me and my lovely hounds, but I was so sure that it was you, it had to be you Susannah and that falling van proved it.”
“How?” I hissed.
“To save you, your baby took you a few seconds into the future, taking you out of immediate danger of being crushed by the van to just being slightly bruised. As I said before your baby is clever, defiantly takes after it father of course." she laughed. " It wasn’t much power used but it was enough to alert me and my Hell Hounds and after going to Hospital and being check over the silly Doctors finding the baby within you it was only further proof that your baby is the one.”
“The one what?”
“Sorry Susannah, but that’s a secret to be later told. Oh, I’m so glad that I found you here, your baby is very hard to keep track of, my poor hound was wandering around this place for days, trying to find you but you didn’t arrive until today.” She chuckled, “but that’s alright I can erase the memories of these two of all this and history can get back on track. Don’t want ghost boy here to get too excited over all this, knowing that you’re going to come back to life and become a father of such a powerful baby does do a lot to ones head.” She laughed and I looked up at Jesse’s face. It was blank but so much emotion was going threw his dark eyes.
He was in denial but there was hope, a spark of hope that what this woman was saying was true.
“It’s true.” I muttered to him under my breath so that only he could hear.
His breath became ragged and he looked down at me with such a look that I have never seen before and one I was sure I would never see again.
Hope, fierce hope. Determination to fight for what he was being told he could one day have.
I wondered suddenly if he would remembered this moment for a brief second when his ghost and body were both in the same room, in that hospital room after my most stupid of stunts ever, with them both dying.
Had this memory fuelled his desire to live, given him the strength to fight for renewed life?
“I won’t let you have my Baby.” I growled at her, feeling more determined after thinking about Jesse and him being alive again, with me.
She tilted her head and seemed to be smiling at me which anger me more.
“And how are you going to stop me?”
“I’ll find a way! I will stop you!”
“Oh good, I do love a challenge.”
“*%^##.” I hissed at her.
“Right back at you.”
“I’ll kill you if you hurt them,” she looked at my face,” if you hurt Jesse or the baby! I will kill you! I will find away to stop whatever your planning and then kill you if you hurt them.”
“Yeah, we can kill each back in our time, after the baby is born, of course.” She yawned and suddenly raised her hands.
“As much as its been fun talking to you its sadly time for me to leave, Susannah you just stand right there and not move while I erase these twos memories and then we’ll go back, ok.”
“Go querida,” Jesse suddenly whispered. I looked up at him wildly.
“Go where?” I hissed at him as I watched the bi-witch start her chanting.
“Anywhere, just get yourself and the baby away from here! Away from her!” he whispered.
I felt his hand gently brush my stomach and I suddenly grabbed it, pressing his palm against my belly just as the baby kicked out for the first time since it had been within me.
I watched his eyes widen with wonder and awe and his smile grew into the one I loved most.
“I love you.” I told him calmly and he blinked at me in surprise.
“Don’t you forget that, I love you?” I ordered him firmly, though I knew he would because behind me I heard Paul groan and saw out of the corner of my eye him collapsing into a pile in the doorway of the church.
“I won’t.” he promised anyway. He was smiling, in a different way to how he smiled when he was a ghost. He was so happy! He had hope and love and determination.
“I’m going now.” I told him and gently let go of his hand. “Don’t grab my hand ok. Don’t grab any part of me even if you frighten for me. I’m ok, trust me.” he nodded though confused. He wasn’t for long though as my body started to fade.
“Querida!” he said panicking.
“I’m ok, it’s cool. This is something Mediator’s can do. See ya soon.” I grinned at him and then everything went black.
The last thing I saw was Jesse’s triumphant smile before he too collapsed from that *%^##’s spell. The last thing I heard was that *%^##’s scream of frustration.
The first thing I saw when I woke up in hospital (again
) was him and I felt my love for him smoulder every other emotion I had previously been felt.
I smiled up at him and saw him smile back even though I could still see the tracers of fear in his eyes.
“I love you,” I whispered to him, feeling for his hand, which he gave and squeezed mine gently in return. “I’m-we’re safe and we love you.” and then I fell asleep again. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I was going to have to do so much explaining and work when I woke up, but right now I just wanted to sleep, hoping that sleep would help the jigsaw puzzle pieces fit together nicely.
So that was chapter 6. What did you all (or one of you think) Did you all understand what happen, if you did comment and I'll try and explain.
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