A/N: Heyy all Me and my coauthor decided to create a new name, our old one was TruRoswellian, just in case you wanted to know, but anyways, we actually got the idea of this story from a challenge for another show, but immediately we thought it would be better in Mediator world…so we really hope you like

Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters in Mediator…sadly

Chapter One

"Susie, are you ok?" I hear my mother ask from outside of the bathroom, her voice concerned. Oh sure, mom, I'm fine. I'm just puking up last night's dinner.

"Yeah mom...I'm just not feeling well. I'll be out in a few, don't worry about me, I'll just take some Maalox or something," I say back, groaning as I feel another wave of nausea hit me.

"Ok well...Brad's leaving soon and you know how he hates it when you hold him up," my mom says before I hear her retreating footsteps.

I simply groan again, wondering how my life could have taken a complete 360 in the last two days. It started when I noticed that I was late. Late for what you ask? You know...THAT.

Yeah. Not the greatest feeling in the world, let me tell you. So I think maybe it's just stress because, you know, graduation's coming up soon and my boyfriend (Paul Slater, the love of my life) is leaving for Brown...so, I'm pretty stressed.

But then, and this is the best part, so listen up, I get up yesterday morning and I immediately have to make a beeline for my bathroom as I feel more nauseous than I even thought possible.

But then, right after that, all I wanted to do was eat Snickers. I told this to my best friend Cee Cee and she said, "Suze? You don't even LIKE Snickers!" and she's right! I don't! What the hell is wrong with me??

So there I was in health, my least favorite class of...well ever, and it hits me...oh my god, I'm pregnant!

Yeah...pregnant. Barely eighteen, not even out of high school, and I'm pregnant. Well, I don't know for sure, but I'm about 99.9 sure.

Now, as I wipe my mouth and quickly swallow about half the bottle of cherry flavored Maalox that's sitting on my counter, I grab my books and run to get to the car before Brad decides to leave without me. Oh, I guess it's about time I told you about myself, isn't it?

I'm sorry I got a little ahead of myself before. My name's Suze Simon. Short for Susannah, but only my best friend Jesse can call me that. Oh and you call me Susie and you DIE.

That nickname has been taken by my mother, unfortunately so. I hate it, it makes me seem like some prissy little girl, and I am DEFINITELY not that.

When I was six, my father died and my mom remarried, making me move with her to Carmel, California where I met my three best friends Cee Cee Webb, Jesse de Silva and Adam McTavish. Oh and Paul Slater, the love of my life.

I didn't meet him, though, until about two years ago, at the end of my sophomore year, but I fell in love with him from the first sight.

It's been a little bit of a rocky road since he's the hottest guy in our class but I know that when his dazzling blue eyes shine, they shine for me.

Well, I bet you're guessing by now that we have done the deed, so I'll answer your suspicions. Yes, we did. It happened at the winter formal last year for the first time.

I'm not gonna go into detail, but ever since that night we've been inseparable. Attached at the hip. And, let me tell you, that's just fine with me.

The only thing that makes me regret getting together with Paul is the fact that I haven't been spending as much time with my friends, Jesse in particular.

Jesse is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. No one could ever be as good a friend as he is. I can always count on him to be there for me when I need him.

We met in 4th grade, but we weren't really best friends until his father died in the 7th grade. Before that we were always friends and stuff, but I think his father's death brought us closer than ever.

I will always remember that day as long as I live. I was walking home from Cee Cee's and I saw him on the front porch, just sitting there and staring straight ahead.

He ended up staying over at my house that night for the first time, but not the last. Soon he was staying over, sharing a room with David, at least once a week.

I'll never know why he decided to show up at my house that day, but I'm grateful that he did. Because if he didn't, I probably wouldn't be as close to him as I am now.

And I know he's the one I have to do this with as I get to school 10 minutes later, quickly getting out of the car.

I go straight to his locker where I find him standing, waiting for me as he does everyday. "Good morning, querida," he says to me. Oh yeah, he calls me that sometimes, but he'll never tell me what it means.

I guess, sure, I could go and look it up in a Spanish dictionary or something, but I'm too lazy to, and what if like he was calling me fatty or something?

"Morning, Jesse," I reply, giving him a small smile. "Listen, can I talk to you? Somewhere private?"

"Of course. Is there something on your mind?" he asks, reaching over and grabbing my books from me.

I laugh a little shakily and nod my head. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I tell him as we walk to the library which is always deserted this early in the morning.

"What is it?" he asks me, a little bit of worry evident in his voice.

We sit down at one of the tables and I let out a sigh, looking down at my hands. "I'm pregnant, Jesse," I tell him.

"Y...You're WHAT?" He sputters out, obviously not expecting this.

Suddenly, the weight of everything comes crashing down on me and I feel tears fill my eyes. "Pregnant. As in nine months from now, I'll have a son or daughter," I say softly.

"...Oh my God, Susannah...didn't you, you know, use protection?" Jesse asks me.

"Of course we...oh God," I whisper, my eyes widening. "There was the one time we didn't but...I didn't think...oh God."

"Oh my God..." Jesse says also, groaning and putting his head in his hands, and this is a guy who isn't involved at ALL.

"Have you told him yet?" he asks me, looking up. I let out a laugh and shake my head. "No, you're the only one who knows," I tell him.

"Susannah...you need to tell him, he IS the father, right?" Jesse asks and I sigh heavily.

"Of course, Jesse," I reply. "And I am going to tell him. I think. No, I have to tell him...oh god, how am I gonna tell him??"

"Just like you told me," Jesse says soothingly as the bell rings for first period to start.

Neither of us moves and I feel Jesse gently take my hand in his. "I'm really scared, Jesse," I say softly.

"Don't be...you'll be a wonderful mother, querida, I know that for a fact," Jesse says softly before hugging me.

"Thanks, Jesse," I say softly, hugging him back as the second bell rings.

"You better run," he says, smiling and I laugh a little before running to class. Jesse helps in the library for his first hour, lucky him.

The whole day I'm worried out of my mind about how I'm going to tell Paul. I don't know why I'm worried though...I mean, he loves me, he'll stay here with me and the baby instead of going to Brown...right?

Finally, its 6th hour, the only class I share with Paul since he does stuff with the principal during lunch, and he walks in, giving me a beaming smile.

"Hey, babe," he says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek as he sits down next to me.

"Hi Paul," I say, butterflies flipping all around my stomach.

Then I remember what else is in my stomach and feel like I'm gonna be sick. "Something wrong?" he asks me, concern in his voice.

"N...Nothing," I say, giving him a wary smile. I don't want to do this now, not with all these people around.

The rest of the class is a blur. The butterflies have settled in my stomach and they're not leaving. I want to tell him, get it off my chest.

"As long as you're sure baby. Hey, what do you say about ice skating later? There's a new rink in Monterey, it's supposed to be absolutely huge," Paul says to me softly.

I nod silently, my eyes not meeting his. "Sounds good, hey, can I talk to you? In private?" I ask.

"Sure, just name the place and time," Paul says, reaching over and grabbing my hand, squeezing it lightly.

As the bell rings, I stand up, pulling him with me. "Now," I say, walking with him out of the room.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" he asks as we walk quickly to his car and I get in.

He has his hand poised to put the key in the ignition when I just blurt it out. "I'm pregnant."