I had this real sudden inspiration re-reading the books! And it included
the characters that I love so much! Partly because me and my friend Kat are
nicknamed them but.whatever! Anyways. Moving on. lol.
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I do not own The Mediator Series or their
characters. They are all part of Meg Cabot's/Jenny Carroll's ingenious
stories. But I do someday wish to invent a story and characters as good as
hers! Hey.a girl can dream.
This is set up after Haunted. And Jesse did what he did after the first
kiss. He apologized and stuff.
Alright, as I think I've expressed before:
Babysitting is SO not my thing.
I mean I'm not exactly fond of bratty, whiny, smart-mouthed beasts running
around making me clean up their messes. Yet, I still find myself taking
jobs involving them. Stupid me.
Anyways, here I was pulling my hair back- unattractive, I know. But I
didn't want to take any chances getting throw up in my beautiful hair-
gathering stuff I might need in my Babysitting Expedition, when Jesse
"Susannah? What are you doing?"
I poked my head out from my closet," Stocking up for war."
Jesse looked confused," Pardon?"
Sometimes I feel sorry for Jesse having to put up with my stupidity. I
still don't get used to the fact he was born a hundred and fifty years ago.
"I mean," I corrected myself," I'm getting ready to go baby-sit. Some new
neighbors moved in down the street and they asked my parents if I could
baby-sit. Kinda weird.how would they know I baby-sat.?"
I shrugged it off, not thinking very clearly since Jesse was around, then
Jesse asked," But don't you enjoy being accompanied by children? What about
that job you took at that hotel?"
I snorted," Jesse, that was the only thing keeping me out of summer school.
I would rather be chasing around screaming kids then brushing up on my
trig. And it paid well."
Jesse shook his head and walked over to help me with a game board that was
on the top shelf of my closet. I stopped struggling to get it when I
realized what he was doing, and he reached up and plucked it out of the
pile as easy as pie. I mean why shouldn't it be? Easy, I mean. He is like,
six foot something, which is a definite plus.
Of course, everything's a plus with Jesse. I mean he's tall, dark and
handsome. What's not good about that? And he's got the whole 1850 chivalry
thing down, which is very hard to find these days. Also he looks hot in
almost anything, especially his tight fitting rancher pants and open neck
shirt he always wears that gives you quite a peek at his great abs.
But while I was going over all the perfectness of Jesse (which is
everything), my mom called up the stairs that it was ten minutes to five
and I'd be late if I didn't get a move on.
So I, with a reluctant sigh, hitched my backpack on my shoulder, said a
quick goodbye to Jesse and trudged out of my room and down the stairs.
Well, I thought, on to crying kids and cheerios stuck in my hair.
I arrived there with a minute to spare, thinking I was at least making a
good impression being on time. As I waited to be greeted I took a look at
my surroundings. The yard was perfect, freakishly so. All the flowers were
lined up perfectly and the grass was a granny apple green, all of it. No
small patches of brown or anything, all green.
They must be botanist or something, I thought to myself. But the door
opening, revealing three little girls who looked strangely familiar,
interrupted my thoughts.
Okay, the sight was a bit strange. I mean, first of all I expected to see
the parents, which I definitely did not see. Second of all, these girls
were.well, unique. Okay, fine, they were freaks.
I mean who wears sailor dresses anymore? No one. That's who. I used to wear
those when I was three! And don't blame me either. It was considered
stylish back then, and I did look really cute if I do say so myself, in a
small I-don't-have-any-fashion-sense-of-my-own kind of way. And these girls
were totally older than three. More like ten or something. And their hair
was even weirder. One had blonde hair (almost yellow) another one had white
(very unusual) and the last girl had black hair. Not so unusual I admit but
The sight was so unnerving all I could do was stand there and go,"
The white haired girl in the middle replied in a high-pitched girly voice
that sounded strangely mature," Hello Susannah. Nice to finally meet you."
I went," Uh.same here."
I didn't even ask how she knew my name. That's how taken aback I was.
"I am," continued the girl," Gwenivere and these are my sisters."
The blonde girl continued the sentence," Francesca."
Next went the black haired girl," And Maleficent."
Man, I felt sorry for these girls. I'd absolutely hate my mom for naming me
any one of those names. Well, Susannah isn't much better is it?
I'll shut up now.
"Well," I said," Um, could I speak to your parents then?"
Gwenivere replied," Our parents have departed on their rendezvous. May I
suggest you come and join in our activities?"
I sure didn't talk like that at age ten, that's for sure. I was more," I
want skittles Mommy!" Raising kids has definitely changed since I was ten.
I shudder to think how it will be when I get to parenthood. Wait! Thinking
too far into the future!
So I walked into the house definitely freaked out. It was really, really
dark in there. And then the door slammed shut and I was thrown into
complete and utter darkness.
"Hey! Franjessica or Malevolent or whatever, care to flip a light switch?"
Okay, I was really scared now. What was wrong with these kids? I mean when
will I ever be able to go somewhere WITHOUT running into a crazy person, or
in this case three young girls, trying to kill me!
Then all of sudden something started glowing behind me. At first I thought
it was Jesse coming to see what I was up to, until I turned and saw it was
the three little brats I was supposed to be "baby-sitting".
"Listen.girls. Whatever you're trying to do, it's not working!" Even though
it was," Now turn on some lights and stop with the glowing trick thingy."
But they didn't turn on the lights and they didn't stop with the glowing
(A/n: This is what Jesse was doing. In his point of view.)
After Susannah left I broke into muttering Spanish. I don't know why I
cannot tell her how I truly feel, and actually continue with my confession.
I sat down and tried to ponder this some more when something caught my eye.
A necklace was lying on her dresser, it was a black gem strung onto a
leather string. I had never seen her wear such jewelry so I walked over to
I could tell it was extremely old; it almost looked like something from my
Of course it's not, I thought to myself, Susannah would not and did not
have anything to do with my time. I wish she could have lived back in
1850.anything to take her away from her sorrows now that Paul Slater has
All of a sudden the necklace began to glow and next I felt myself being
pulled as if yanked by an unseen force.
(A/n: Back to Suze.)
By now I was really freaking out. Sure, I've dealt with weird stuff. All
comes with the job of being a mediator, or shifter.whatever. But this was
especially weird, because I had just realized why they looked so familiar.
I had once seen them on this cartoon show. I forgot what it was called but
Jack Slater, brother of Paul Slater who I despise for being so handsome and
dangerous at the same time, used to watch when I baby-sat for him. They
were named The Weird Sisters. In the cartoon they lived in medieval times.
And were involved in anything, well, weird. Thus the name, The Weird
Sisters. Ironic, huh?
Anyways, I stood there trying to figure out what to do when a bright light
shone next to me and Jesse appeared, looking very confused.
"Susannah, what is-?"
But he was interrupted by the Psychotic Brat Sisters.
Gwenivere began to recite what sounded like some kind of poem," Take a
wish.and use for another."
Francesca continued,".And granted it shall be.unlike any other."
And to finish off, Maleficent said," For the wish will save both the
And then, everything went black.
I really hope you guys like! I think it's beginning really good! Don't you