Author's Note: This is the second fic I've written in the past two days with a theme of ghosts and feeling the rain, and not in the same fandom… don't ask, I just thought I'd mention it.
Just a random, plot-less, Suze/Jesse tidbit. Takes place either during the little 'this is what's happening' explanation at the end of Twilight or shortly after the book ends. Doesn't matter.
Disclaimer: Don't own the Mediator. If I did there'd be about, oh, a ZILLION more.
It was three in the morning, it was pouring rain out, and Jesse was out there just standing in it.
Suze wasn't quite sure how she knew this as she fumbled out of bed, slipped on a pair of jeans, and made her way downstairs. All she knew was that it was cold and wet out, and Jesse had probably forgotten that he could get sick again.
Before heading out into the downpour herself she grabbed two jackets off the hooks by the door. One was her mother's waterproof windbreaker: bright blue, huge, and not something she would be caught dead in in the light of day, and the other belonged to Sleepy.
She had made sure to grab Sleepy's jacket, and not Dopey's by mistake, because while Dopey's smelled primarily of gross-sweaty-boy Sleepy's was completely permeated with the scent of 'za and coffee. Not that the two were the greatest combination, but it was better than nothing.
Sure enough, he stood just beyond the front steps, wearing jeans and an old t-shirt. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him, his eyes closed and his palms and face tilted upwards. He was obviously soaked to the bone, and the t-shirt was consequently sticking to his body in very interesting ways. The streetlights shone off his dark wet hair, the ends of which were dripping little runs of water down his neck.
He could not have heard her approach, considering the racket of the rain pelting at the ground and the roof, but just as she had known he would be there, he seemed to instinctively sense her presence. He turned around and smiled, just as she slipped the jacket around his shoulders.
"You should not be out here," she said sternly. "It's wet, it's freezing, and if you don't watch out you'll get influenza or something."
It was, she thought somewhat proudly, a certifiable imitation of her mother.
Jesse did not seem to mind being chastised. If anything, he was only glad to have Suze in his company.
"Plus, I don't think I should have to remind you," Suze continued, not catching the warm spark in his eyes, "Now that you are a living, breathing, human being, you can't just come sneaking around here in the middle of the night. Andy has power tools like you wouldn't believe and if he knew I had a guy coming at such a—"
"Querida," Jesse said, reaching out and grasping both of her hands in his. She cut off her mini-tirade, her gaze suddenly all adoration. She couldn't help but notice that despite his fingers being just as cold as hers were, she suddenly felt pleasantly warm from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
Again Jesse tipped his face upward and closed his eyes, giving his features the full brunt of the storm. He didn't mind though, no, she saw now that he was overjoyed.
"This," he said, without opening his eyes, "I can feel this."
Unable to contain herself, she nearly flung herself at him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she buried her face in his chest.
"I can feel this," he murmured again, laying his cheek on her hair and sounding amazed. Gently he encased her in his arms, shielding her from the rain with a body that could finally, after so long, provide warmth.