If you recognize it from Jumper, then I don't own it. I only own my OCs.

Someone Like You ~ SafetySuit

When we land, we're in some sort of damp, cold place.

It looks like the inside of a castle that's been having some water damage.

The boy lets go slowly, like he's afraid that I'd jump as soon as he let go.

I looked around a little more and saw a brown sofa on the wall to my right that's been torn up to the point that it has a few springs sticking out of it.

A very old TV that was out of date sat across the room from the sofa and there was a coffee table in between the two.

There was also was a fold-up chair leaning against the wall by the TV and an old, lime green fridge on the wall across from me.

I turned around to the boy sharply and he jumped back, literally.

Not teleporting.

He ended up moving away a couple of feet from me.

I glared at the boy and he looks a little scared with a mix sadness.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

The kid looked down like he was being yelled at for something that he did wrong, well, he DID do something wrong.

I sighed and calmed down a little.

We stood there for about thirty more seconds until he spoke up.

"Would 'ou like someden to drink?"

I nodded my head after a couple of seconds and he jumped, teleporting this time, to his fridge.

He asked what I wanted out of a limited amount of choices and jumped back with a drink for me and another one for him.

He set his drink down on the coffee table, grabbed the fold-up chair, unfolded it, and sat down.

I sat down on the couch, because he motioned like he wanted me to and wasn't quite comfortable sitting next to me.

I started drinking a little of my drink before I spoke up.

"What's your name?"

"Simon." He replied

"What's yours?"

"My name's Melody."

"Melody, eh? Dat's a nice name."

I blushed at that comment and set down my drink and he raised his to take a drink out of it.

I waited until he was done taking his gulp and set his drink down to ask how old he was.

"I'm dirteen. Me birtday's in March."

I smiled at that.

Just like my dad's.

"How old're you?" He asked back.

"I'm 25."

He looked at me like I wasn't suppose to be that old, but, he held a gleam in his eye.

"Getting back to my original question: Why did you kidnap me?"

He put his head down again and looked around the room.

His shoulder length, choppy, brown hair hid his eyes from me, but I could tell by the way that he was moving his head that he was looking at the fridge area.

"I just-. It just-."

He sighed then, and looked down at his drink.

"I'll take ye back to de beach if ye want. Back to yer friend wit de work clothes. I just,"

He paused.

"I wanted-."

He put his hands in his hair and leaned forward to the point where I almost thought that he was going to hit his head on the table.

He just wanted to be with someone.

He wanted someone who was older that him, preferably, to take care of him.

He wanted a mother.

I looked at him with pity and curiosity.

"You know, you didn't have to kidnap me if you wanted to be my friend. You especially didn't have to scare the wits out of me, either."

He looked up at me shocked, as if I just said that he was the lucky lottery winner and the prize was over a million dollars, then he put his head down again.

"Sorry."

We sat there for a couple more seconds, and then I got up, walked carefully over to him, knelt down, and put my hands gently on his shoulder.

His body tensed up for a second, then relaxed almost instantly.

"It's just dat, ye looked so pretty and nice that, I guess-."

It looked like he was about to cry, so I pulled him into an embrace.

He turned and put his face in the crook of my neck, wrapped his left arm around the other side of my neck and the other under my left arm, and began to cry.

I rocked him gently back and forth while making some soothing noises.

After about two minutes, he finally calmed down, let go softly, and whipped his head around so I couldn't see his tears.

I smiled softly and ran my fingers through his hair a little.

He rubbed his tears away and looked down at me softly.

"Do ye wanna go back 'ome? To yer little beach pal?"

I nodded slowly and he stood up.

"Ok, ok. It's time te go."

I stood up all of the way and he walked behind me.

I felt him wrap his arms around me slowly and softly, taking great care not to hurt me.

I felt him put his forehead on my upper back, because he only came up to the middle of my neck, almost my chin, but not quiet, and I wrapped my hands on his arms.

Then, we jumped back to the beach, right were I was sitting.

Neal and Jake were looking around the beach.

Neal, I could instantly tell, was worried.

Jake, on the other hand, looked extremely ticked off.

As soon as Simon looked out from behind me, he went back behind me uttering an: "Oh crap," but he didn't move.

Neal was the first to see me.

"Mel! There you are!"

He went up to me and hugged me while lifting me up in the air because I was smaller than him.

By doing so, he exposed Simon to Jake and himself.

Jake, unfortunately, was the first to notice Simon.

"Hey! It's the little thief that I was talk'en about!"

Simon turned and started running away, but Jake appeared right in front of him.

Simon countered by jumping behind him and kept running.

Neal, at this point, set me down and began to watch what was going on.

All that was happening at the moment was Simon running in random directions and Jake trying to catch him, which proved to be very difficult, by the looks of it.

"What did Simon steal?" I asked Neal.

Neal looked at me, no longer interested in the cat and mouse game.

"Simon's his name? Well, Simon stole Jake's watch when he was in his pub, but Jake noticed him before he got away."

"You'd think that Jake would be able to catch him during that time."

Neal nodded his head.

"Yeah, but a minute or two took place after that event and the point where I left you."

"And during that time, Simon was watching us."

Realization hit me that Simon had to fend for himself all of the time, and was constantly watching for people that he could potentially like to the point of kidnapping them.

I looked back up at the game and saw Simon make a sharp turn that almost made him fall over and Jake soar over him as he was trying to tackle him.

"Simon, come here!" I shouted with my arms out and Simon instantly jumped into my embrace.

Simon looked freaked out at Jake and Jake glared back at him.

I grabbed Simon by the arms and bent down on my knees, looking up at him.

"Simon, could you please give Jake his watch back?"

Simon nodded his head, put his hand into his pocket, and took out a gold-looking watch that Jake had took with him on our Ireland vacation.

"Jake, when Simon comes to give you your watch back, don't try anything on him, ok?"

I put my hand onto Simon's shoulder for the motion that I didn't want him going anywhere yet.

We waited for Jake's answer, and he finally nodded his head.

I let go of Simon's shoulder and he jumped over to Jake, handed him the watch, and quickly jumped back to me and wrapped his arms around my right arm.

I rubbed his hair with my left hand and he kept looking at Jake.

Well, what a nice introduction to each other

Neal patted my right shoulder and I looked over at him.

"It's time to go now. Say goodbye to your little play-mate."

He sounded a bit ticked off, but I couldn't figure out why.

Simon tightened his grip when he heard what Neal had said and a barely audible whimper escaped his lips.

Jake jumped over in front of me and leaned onto his right foot.

"Come on already."

I looked down at Simon and the back up at Neal and Jake.

"I don't want to leave without Simon."

Neal looked down and around; anywhere but at me. Jake looked up and then back at me.

"You know, we could just leave you here with him."

Neal looked sternly at Jake as soon as he said that.

"We're not leaving her here. We'll just have to deal with him."

I smiled down at Simon and he looked up at me in shock.

Jake, on the other hand, looked less than happy.

"No, he's not coming."

This made my smile fade and I looked at him.

"But Jake-"

"No. We're not some adoption facility. We're not taking him after we took you. What could he do for us, anyways?"

"He could stay with me and whenever you two want to do something, me and Simon could look over the house."

He laughed at this, but it held no joy, and looked back up towards the sky, then back down at me.

"You just don't get it, do ya?"

"Jake, please! He could help! I'll find something for him! I promise! Give him a couple of weeks."

Jake made no respond towards what I said, but instead, looked at Neal.

Neal looked at me, then at Simon.

He gave out a sigh and squatted down to Simon's height.

"If you try anything, anything at all, you're instantly out, got it?"

Simon smiled and nodded, then looked at Jake.

It was Jake's turn to let out a sigh of defeat.

"Fine. But if any funny business happens like he said: out. Got it?"

Simon nodded his head hard and smiled up at me.

He leaned into me and whispered: "Dank'ew."

Neal separated me and Simon's hands and took mine.

Jake came over and grabbed Simon by the collar of his coat, but didn't lift him up or jerk him around, but simply looked over at Neal.

They both nodded and jumped us all back to our home.