If you recognize it from Jumper, then I don't own it. I only own my OCs.
Welcome To Mystery ~ Plain White T's
Something was wrong.
I wasn't wet.
Where's the water?
I'm not freezing or boiling hot.
Something that was touching me moved.
'Wha?' I thought lazily.
I heard some hushed voices.
'What the heck? Who are these people?'
I realized that they were dabbing the burn marks and cuts on me.
I soon recognized one of the voices as Neal's.
Reality dawned on me and I remembered last night.
I sat up quickly in a slight panic.
It must have caught them off guard a little because I heard a thumping noise and saw Neal lean back with mild surprise expressed in his face.
As soon as I moved though, I was screaming bloody murder in my head.
I tried to hide it by cringing.
"Where's Anne?" I yelled.
Neal recognized who I was talking about.
He got over to me quickly and held onto my hands.
"It's alright princess. Anne's going to be alright. Right now, Anne's outside riding her motorcycle to Family Video."
I calmed down a little.
"Is she hurt in any way?" I asked, my tone still incredibly worried.
Neal chuckled a little.
"She's fine. She went out of the house at four and hasn't returned to your house yet. Maybe she knew that you were leaving and did what she could to not get hurt."
I breathed a big sigh of relief and flopped back down on the bed, soaking in the good news and letting my stress leave me.
"Why do you call her princess?" I heard a British voice ask.
I looked over at a guy that was medium built like Neal.
He had black, messy hair and blue eyes.
'Dad...'
I was staring at him and Neal seemed to take notice.
He fake-coughed to get both of our attention and said: "If you saw how she lived and noticed her personality, you'd call her princess too."
I blushed at this.
"Whatever." He said while he was getting up.
Apparently, he was the one I surprised to the point that he fell over.
He bushed himself off and sniffed.
"The name's Jake." He said as he stuck his hand out.
"Melody." I stated as I grabbed onto his hand and pumped it a couple times.
He smirked and let go.
"She's got a decent grip. She might actually be of use to us."
Neal looked a little ticked off.
"Don't you try any funny business with her! She's had enough in her life!"
How did he know about my life?
Obviously the cuts, bruises, and burns told some of the story, but all of the rest?
How?
I sat up and tried to stand.
The pain was almost unbearable, but I had to keep pushing.
Neal and Jake where pushing each other and where in each other's faces at this point.
I don't know how their argument escalated to that level that quickly, but it seems like they haven't been getting along very well lately.
Their yelling was starting to give me a headache.
"Guys." I said as a warning.
They didn't seem to hear it as Jake punched Neal in the face.
Neal fell to the floor.
Jake looked down on him in triumph, but Neal sprang up and tackled him to the ground.
Neal straddled his waist and started punching him in the face, but Jake rolled them over, straddled his waist, and started punching him in the face.
"Boys!" I yelled as I dashed slash stumbled to them and yanked Jake off of Neal.
"That's enough you two! Stop acting like such children and tell me what the heck is going on!"
Jake licked his bleeding lips while darting his eyes back and forth between Neal and me.
Neal looked down and then back over at Jake.
"Well, if you really need your girlfriend to get into the middle of this, you might as well have put the rope around her neck yourself. What a weakling, having to get a girl to protect you." Jake spat out at Neal.
Neal lunged at him again while growling.
I grabbed onto Neal's arm and threw him onto the ground, walked over to Jake and punched him square in the nose.
He fell onto his back whimpering.
"Geez, what a God-awful punch!"
I made out from his whimpers and from behind his hands.
I went over to Neal.
"Are you ok?" I started studying his conditions and saw that the brown-eyed man had a bloody nose and a black eye.
"Yeah-yeah, I'm fine."
He was watching Jake the whole time, seeing if he would come back with full force.
I looked at him one last time before I took off to try to find what they had for a kitchen.
It wasn't much when I found it after a minute or less.
Their house wasn't really big.
Actually, I don't even know if I was in a house!
The walls were made out of rock!
The kitchen was just a sink, dishwasher, refrigerator, and some cabinets for the dishes, bowls, and glasses.
I found a random, lying rag and soaked it in cold water, hoping that it was at least somewhat clean.
I grabbed a couple of ice packs and wrapped them in some paper towels so they wouldn't feel too cold on the skin and to soak up the water when the ice will start melting.
I returned to Neal and Jake quickly.
Jake had stopped his complaining and was sitting up on the floor while Neal was in the same place that I left him.
I ran over to Neal and squatted down next to him.
"Here you go. You shouldn't get into too many fights, you know." I informed him while whipping off his bloody nose with the rag and putting the ice pack onto his swollen eye.
"Heh, yeah, I know."
He smiled a little with his eyes still glued to Jake.
"Take the ice pack and the rag and try to stop the bleeding. Don't take that ice pack off your eye." I instructed him while standing up.
He nodded and I walked over to Jake.
"You shouldn't be such a jerk." I said while kneeling down to him.
He scoffed and turned to look the other way.
His lip was bleeding and he, also, had a black eye.
I sighed and put the other ice pack carefully onto his eye.
He jumped a little, but relaxed a little.
He didn't seem all that comfortable with me, though, I wouldn't blame him since I punched him in the face.
I sighed again at their bad condition and told him to hold the ice pack.
He growled a little, but complied.
I ran to the kitchen, found another rag, soaked it in cold water, and ran back to Jake.
He was still sitting there, but both Neal and him seemed to be having a glaring contest.
I knew what was the cause of that fight, too.
I was the cause.
Neal wanted me to stay and not to be used by Jake and Jake wanted to put me to use for him in whatever ways he was thinking of.
I felt horrible.
I just cause a fight between these two people and I haven't even been awake for two hours yet.
I walked over to Jake and started whipping the blood off of his lip and chin.
He let me touch him and didn't pull back like the last time, but I could tell that he was not happy.
'Why do guys have to act like such children their whole life?' I thought absentmindedly.
I pressed the rag against Jake's lip and told him to press onto it.
He did what I told and I stood up.
I walked in between the two men and broke their line of sight to each other.
"Neal?"
He looked up at me after looking at something more interesting over on the wall on my left.
"How long, exactly, have you been watching me? I know that you couldn't come to the conclusion that my life's in bad shape by just those two days."
He looked down in a little bit of shock.
He thought for a second and then told me.
"I've actually been checking up on you ever since your dad died." He admitted.
I let out a breath I didn't know I held and looked up.
"So, you've been stalking me for about five years then?"
He nodded.
"Ok, thanks."
"Heh, so this is the girl you wouldn't shut up about."
I turned around and looked at Jake.
He stood up, put down the ice pack and rag on the coffee table, and walked over to me.
He put both of his hands on my waist like Neal did and I froze up.
"Jake." Neal said sternly, seeing my reaction.
Jake leaned in slowly and I could feel his breath on my lips.
I started blushing heavily and he stayed like that for a second or two before pulling away, smirking.
Was that a smirk of disappointment, or cockiness?
I was still blushing deeply when I felt Neal come up and put his arm around my waist.
This action didn't let my blush go down.
"Jake, don't do that." Neal said sternly.
Jake laughed.
"Aw, come on Neal! Let me just have a little fun with your girlfriend."
My blush increased a little and Neal grew mad.
"She's not my girlfriend and you're not going to have any fun with her of any sorts."
Jakes smirk dropped.
"Fine."
He then jumped off somewhere.
"Just ignore him. He doesn't exactly have the best social skills." Neal said while letting go of me and walking over to some of the machines.
I nodded and looked around.
Except for finding the kitchen, I haven't actually seen the place.
Last night, I was too out of it to even walk.
I did see that there was a huge, flat-screen TV and a leather sofa and a coffee table in front of it.
It looked like it could barely squeeze in three people in the living room.
I don't really know how those two managed to miss those when they were beating each other to a bloody pulp, but ok.
To the left of the TV, there was a bunch of computers, printers, and radar stuff.
They seemed to either want to find something, or not be found.
Most likely, it was both.
To the right of the TV, there were two hallways.
The one on the right, I knew, entered into the kitchen.
I didn't know what was down the other one.
I walked over to the hallway until I herd Neal.
"I wouldn't go down there if I were you. Jake and my bedrooms are down there and so is the way out of this place."
I looked at him quizzically.
"Where is here, exactly?"
He turned around to face me after he got done checking the radar.
"Well, here is in the middle of nowhere, actually. We are ten paces to the left, away from a hollowed out palm tree, under some sand. Though, I doubt that anyone will know how to get to us."
I nodded.
Palm tree?
Sand?
Ok?
Where am I?
What continent am I in?
