Hey guys. This just came into my head earlier… I hope you like it.
Summary: It's 4 years after Twilight. Someone is killed in what appears to be a tragic accident, but turns out to be murder. Can Suze and Jesse stop the murderer before he gets his next victim—Suze?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator series.Rating: PG-13
"So, what did you think?" I asked Jesse, entwining my fingers with his. We had just gone out to see a movie, taking advantage of the night that his class was cancelled and I was free. He squeezed my hand.
"I enjoyed it. What about you?"
"Yeah, I thought it was really good." We continued talking about the movie until we arrived at his street corner.
"Want to come over?" he asked. "Mrs. Lopez brought over a cake earlier. We could have dessert." Mrs. Lopez was the wife of Jesse's landlord, and was in love with him, since he always helped her with the building maintenance.
"Of course. You know I love Mrs. Lopez's cakes." I grinned at him, and he wrapped his arm around my waist.
An hour later, Jesse and I had finished our cake, and were making out on his couch. His hands slipped under my new hot pink silk tee-shirt. Jesse, while he has modernized considerably, still won't sleep with me until we're married. He has, however, consented to rounding a few more bases since he was a ghost.As his hands slid along my sides, I felt a buzzing on my leg…
Which I suddenly realized was my cell phone, still on vibrate from the movie.
"Mmm… Jesse… my phone is vibrating…" I mumbled with difficulty. There was, after all, an extra tongue in my mouth. "It might be about Lola." Lola was Jake's girlfriend, who was pregnant and due in about 3 weeks. Jesse sighed, and rolled off me. I sat up, pulled the phone out of my pocket, and flipped it open.
"Soozanah?" I recognized the slightly broken English of my neighbor, Anna.
"Anna? Is that you?"
"Oooh, Soozanah, vere ahre yoo?"
"I'm at my boyfriend's apartment." I could hear sirens in the background, and started to get nervous. "What's going on?"
"Soozanah, zere vas a fire in ze building," she shouted into the phone. The reality of those words hit me like a truck.
"Oh my God. Is… is everything okay?" I asked desperately.
"Vell, zey took a few people from ze first floor to ze 'ospital. But I do not know about our apartments." I rested my forehead in my hands, and Jesse looked at me with concern and rubbed my back. "I zink your rooms are fine, but eet ees not safe to stay tonight. Ees zere a place you can stay? My son is picking me up and taking him to his apartment."
"Yes… yes… Thank you, Anna." I hung up the phone. "SHIT!" I exclaimed.
"What happened?" Jesse asked, taking my hand.
"There was a fire at my building." His eyes widened. "Can I stay here tonight? I can't go home."
"Of course, Querida." He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head. "Everything is fine… you're okay." We sat there, with him holding me, for who knows how long.
Eventually, we realized it was getting late, and Jesse gave me a pair of boxers and a tee-shirt to wear to bed (no way was I going to be comfortable in my dark, low-rise jeans), and changed into a pair of plaid pajama pants himself. Seeing him without his shirt cheered me up a little bit.
"Now, get to bed, Querida. You need your rest." I crawled into his bed, and he climbed in next to me. After a quick kiss, he shut off the lights and I curled up against him. I soon felt my head rising and falling steadily along with his chest, and I knew that he was asleep.
What was the state of my apartment? Was any of my stuff left? Did I even have a home? Were those poor people taken away alright? I knew one girl on the first floor, Krystal. She was in some of my classes at college, and we were good friends. Was she okay?
Despite my worry, I eventually fell into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, I woke up, and lay there, staring at the foreign ceiling and coffee-au-lait colored walls, trying to figure out where I was and what I was doing. However, when I looked over and saw a picture of Jesse and me on the bedside table, I realized that I was in his bedroom, and remembered why I was in there. I rolled over, and Jesse was gone. I heard noises in the kitchen, so I threw the covers off of me, and trotted into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Jesse," I said, walking through the door. I went over to the sink, where he was, and kissed him on the cheek. However, I heard someone choke, and I realized we weren't alone. Father Dominic was sitting at Jesse's kitchen table, midway through a cup of coffee, with a shocked look on his face.
"Susannah…what… what…" he sputtered, and I realized how compromising this situation was. I was at Jesse's apartment at quarter to 8 in the morning, coming out of his bedroom in his boxers and his tee-shirt. Jesse apparently realized it at the same time, because he quickly interrupted Father Dom.
"Susannah had to stay over. There was a fire at her building last night." His face no longer looked like he was afraid for our immortal souls for having premarital sex, but was now set with concern.
"That was your building? Oh, Susannah, is everything alright? Have… have you heard about that young woman?" I gave him a blank stare, and got myself a cup of green tea.
"What young woman?"
"Oh, Susannah. That's why I came here. I was visited by a woman, Krystal Matthews, early this morning… who died at the hospital last night, from smoke inhalation and 3rd degree burns." Oh God. Krystal died. I collapsed into a chair, and my face fell into my hands, tears beginning to prick at the back of my eyes and surge up my throat. I let out a sob, and Jesse dropped the pot he was washing, and rushed to my side. He pulled me into his arms, and I began crying on his shoulder. He murmured comforting things in my ear, and stroked my back until I relaxed. After I had calmed down and stopped crying, I heard someone behind me, and I turned, and saw Krystal.
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