I don't own anything from the movie Jumper. I only own my OCs.

This Scene Is Dead ~ We Are Scientists


Once we put everything into the trunk of the car, I got into the driver's seat while Anne took shotgun, leaving poor Neal to sit in the back.

He looked a little tick at this, but seemed fine with it all at the same time.

I started the car and backed up.

I exited the parking lot when Anne rolled down her window.

Neal was staring at her.

I felt a twinge of jealousy hit my heart.

'Why does she always get all of the cute guys? I mean, sure, they aren't Griffin, but I would think that Griffin would like for me to get over him at some point or another and go out with someone.'

I must have been cringing or something, because Anne looked at me oddly.

"Mel? You ok?"

I glanced over to her concerned look for a second.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't know how to get Neal and Roland..." I wondered off.

Anne looked away in an understanding notion.

She flipped out her cell phone and called someone.

"Hello? Shorty, can you give the phone to Mom or Mark?"

Our house.

What a bloody BRILLIANT idea.

Note the sarcasm.

I shook my head and Anne picked up on that and fidgeted a little.

"Yes, hello?"

She took the phone off of her ear for us all to hear screaming.

Neal looked a little concerned.

Probably wondering if he truly wanted to go into that household.

Anne quickly put the phone back on her ear to block out the screams from the rest of us.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Mom, is Roland still there?"

A pause of anxiety filled the car.

The atmosphere almost made me want to do something extreme, like, go on a high speed pursuit.

"Ok, thanks."

Anne then hung up the phone and put it back into her pocket. =

The tension grew in the car.

"Well? What did they say?" I asked her.

"Mom said that we took too long so her, Mark, and Mr. Roland are going out to eat at Tokyo of Japan."

"I hope that you mean the restaurant."

She laughed.

"Of course."

I felt a huge amount of relief wash over me, and when that happened, I accidentally went into the oncoming lane.

A car was coming towards us and I swerved at the last second.

"Melody!" Anne scolded having both of her hands clawed onto some part of the car with an absolute distressed and frightened look on her face.

"I'm ok! I'm ok!" I reassured her as I felt my senses heighten as the adrenaline kicked in.

Neal was smirking in the backseat, looking like he could start laughing at any time.

Anne, in the meantime, was calming down from the sudden shock.

I started laughing.

"Well, that was fun."

Anne looked at me and punched me kind of hard on the arm.

"Ow! Ok, ok! I won't do that again, unless you're not in the car."

She punched me again in the same place.

I was beginning to hurt.

"Alright! I won't do it ever again."

"Much better."

She started fixing her hair.

I started into my giggle fit again.

"You have to agree that was a little fun though. It was so close!"

I started into a fit of laughter in that moment.

She looked at me kind of angrily and scoffed.

"Awww, you're no fun." I teased her.

She smiled.

"Well, I really don't like almost being killed."

I was still smiling, even though the happy mood had disappeared.

We finally got home about thirty-five minutes later.

I turned off the car as soon as Anne rolled up her window and we all got out.

I locked the car and headed to the door and unlocked it.

At the top of the stairs was our dog, C.J.

We named her that because our stepmother, Amber, had a dog named Jaycee that we loved.

Karen wanted to originally name C.J. Dingo, but we were calling her C.J. so much, that she just started responding to it.

Thus, came the name of C.J., me and my sister's beloved doggie.

Mark had been trying to train her to attack on his command and respond only to his voice, but, C.J. just liked us better, so, she did whatever me and Anne told her to do.

We even taught her to respond when we asked: 'What school did you go to?' with: 'Arvar' which meant 'Harvard.'

Of course she couldn't really say 'Harvard', but she said something pretty close to it.

She also says when we ask her what her favorite color is she goes: 'roo' which means 'blue'.

All in all, she's a smart dog.

When she needs something, she goes into the dinning room and starts shifting her weight back and forth on her feet and starts barking.

When I ask her if she wants to go outside, food, or water, she starts jumping up and down for the one that she wants.

We love her.

"C.J.!" Anne and I yell as we came in.

We ran up the stairs and started rubbing her and Neal calmly came up the stairs.

"Oh!"

I stopped rubbing C.J. and walked up to him.

"You can give my your jacket and your shoes can go by the closet."

I pointed to the closet and he looked back at me, pondering if he should do what I say or not.

"My mom and Mark, along with Roland, shouldn't be back for a while if they left about thirty minutes ago."

I explained.

I've been to that restaurant before.

It was a good restaurant.

It took about forty-five minutes to get there, ten minutes to get your food, twenty-five minutes to eat it at the least, and another forty-five minutes to get back.

In total, it took two hours and five minutes to get dinner, or one hundred and twenty-five minutes.

If they left thirty minutes ago, then I still have one hour and thirty-five minutes with him until they enter the door.

Just to be certain that he doesn't get caught though, I'd say about an hour and a half.

He nodded and handed me his black, leather jacket.

It was nice and warm, but I took it with respect and hung it up neatly in my room.

I hurried over to the kitchen and started making beef stew.

All of my friends liked my beef stew, but it was only because I got the recipe from Griffin's family.

He was looking through their drawers one day and found the secret recipe and decided to give it to me.

I've made this stew since then and I've never told anyone else how to make it.

Griffin, and everything that happened between him and me, was a complete secret that I was willing to keep.

Once I got it done, I served it out.

Anne had already set the table and everyone was their, waiting on the stew to get done.

Chris was home, which was kind of a surprise.

Then again, they tried not to get Chris in their business as much as they could yet.

Anne smiled in glee and Chris did too.

"Yay! Stew!" Anne sang.

Neal looked up as if recognizing something.

I began to wonder even more if he really was who he said that he was.

I brushed it off at the moment.

"Dig in you guys."

I made myself a bowl, but went to go clean up the dishes so I wouldn't have that much of a mess to clean up after dinner when I was poked full.

After I got the dishes done, everyone seemed to be finishing up so they quickly gave their dishes to me and I washed them.

After I got done with that, I went to go eat my own food.

Neal was still eating it when I sat down.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? I can make something else if you want."

He held up one hand and I stopped.

"No, I do like it. I just haven't had this kind of stew in a long time."

I smiled.

"Griffin gave it to me. You're sure you don't know who Griffin is?"

I asked him again.

He nodded as he stuck a spoonful of stew into his mouth.

"Ok, but I just want to tell you, I don't like it when people lie to me."

He paused and then told me that he wasn't lying to me.

"I never said that you were. I just said that I hate liars."

With that, we ate in silence until Chris came running through the living room being chased by Anne.

"Melody! Tell Anne to stop chasing me!" Chris yelled.

"Then tell Chris to not booby trap my room so when I walk in, I get water poured on my head!" Anne retaliated.

I growled a little, got up from the table, and walked into the living room.

"Both of you, stop it!"

They stopped running around and looked at me.

"We don't behave like this when company is over! Chris! You're not going to have video games for a week! Anne! You know better than to chase him around like that! No cell phone for a week as well!"

They both looked down disappointedly and Anne handed over her cell phone into my reached out hand.

"Ok. Now, Anne, go change into some dry clothes please, and fix your make up. Chris, you do whatever you want except for video games."

He nodded and sat down to watch TV.

Anne walked down the hallway to her room and the bathroom to change and get herself fixed up.

I sat back down at the table.

"Sorry about that." I apologized to Neal.

"It's not a problem." He said, and then looked up at me.

"Do you always act like their mother?" he asked.

I swallowed some stew and nodded.

"Ever since Anne was born and since I met Chris." I explained.

He nodded and got done with his stew the same time that I did. I stood up and took both of our bowls and headed back towards the kitchen. He stood up from the table and pushed in his chair. I was doing the dishes that were remaining when he walked in. "Oh. If you want, you can leave at any time. I don't mind you staying, but if you stay for too long, Roland and my 'parents' will be back." He seemed to not mind and continued looking around the kitchen. "So, uh, how much time do you stay in here?" He asked looking at all of the high cabinets."

"Practically all of the time, why?"

"Oh, just wondering." I nodded and got done with the last dish and put it away.

I peered around the corner and saw both Chris and Anne where watching SpongeBob SquarePants.

'Geez, you'd think that they would grow up a little more.'

I giggled a little and turned back to Neal.

"Would you like to do anything?" I asked.

He stopped his examining and looked back at me.

"Uh, it doesn't matter I guess." I nodded at his comment.

"Well, then why would you like to remain here? There's nothing to do here. Personally, I'd like to be as far away from here as possible." I said while leaning against a counter top.

He looked at me with interest.

"Then why don't you leave?"

"I just can't leave. I don't know what they'll do to Anne or Chris once I'm gone. I think that they'd torture them, wanting to know where I went. They want me because I know a lot about Griffin and they want to kill him. I'm almost the only thing stopping them from the actually coordinates of where he lives."

Neal looked at me quizzically.

"You haven't told anyone?"

I scoffed.

"Oh yes. I'm going to rat my best friend out so he could be killed. No! I've held this secret since I was eight and I am NOT going to let it out any time soon!"

I explained confidently.

Neal smirked and my heart skipped a beat, but I tried not to show that he could do that to me.

"Ok then."

I nodded and went back to the dinning room.

I pushed in the chairs and walked back into the kitchen.

Neal was examining things again.

"What? Do you want to jump back here at some point?"

He looked at me again.

I laughed.

"Do you want me to get your jacket?"

He nodded and I walked past him and into the hallway.

He followed me cautiously.

I opened my bedroom door and walked inside.

He started examining like I do when I have to leave for whatever reason.

"It's not much," He looked at me.

"But I love it. I get locked up in here when I do something that Mark or Karen, my mom, doesn't like. Then..." I wondered off.

Neal seemed to understand and looked down.

I started to chuckle a little when the tears started streaming down my eyes.

"Why am I telling you all of this? Why am I telling you almost all of my secrets?"

I asked while sliding down one of the walls.

Neal looked at me rather sadly.

"I don't know. Guess you just trust me."

Then he looked at me with a smile.