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

Pure Morning ~ Placebo


And that's how we met!

Neal, Jake, and me.

That's also how we became friends and how I got to live with them.

Oh!

There's one other!

I'll tell you how we met and how he became part of the family.

You'd probably think that it was funny!

Well, I'll just tell you from the beginning of the day...


Dear Diary,

These past years with Jake and Neal have been AWESOME! I'm not getting hurt or anything anymore! Plus, I don't have to cook as much! Jake will complain if I burn his food a little, but he can just deal with it. He's not the one cooking. They let me take some karate classes in Brazil called capoeira to help keep me safe. I've taken some before, but because I didn't need it at the time, I kind of quite when I was a brown belt. The last belt until I was a black belt. Capoeira is almost like a completely new experience, though! I'm now what would be considered a master and I've won a couple of tournaments. They weren't easily, though. Things around the house have been pretty routine, though. Jake runs outside to work, or practice on something, and Neil wonders around the house, doing whatever he feels like doing. I've been cooking, cleaning, and all of that stuff. Sometimes, I give them a list of chores on a white-board that I found, lying around in a pile of mess. I don't have much to do today, just cook. Well, It's that time of the day: Lunch. I'd best be going, or Jake will get mad at me…again.

Love,

Melody Zoelzer


I ran out of my bedroom to the hallway.

I've never gone into the left hallway since Neal told me not to.

I respect both of these guys, so, I'm not going to go in there.

"Jake! How does ham and macaroni sound for lunch?" I yelled up to him through the hallway.

"Fine!" Was the reply.

I walked back into the kitchen and started getting out the metal skillet, food, and the metal pot.

I put the food into the pot or pan and then started the burners.

Just then, Neal walked into the room.

"Morn'en..." He yawned.

He's half awake.

I smiled and replied a "Good morning!" with more enthusiasm.

"Jake had been mad this morning about you sleeping in. He wanted to barge into your room and wake you up in some way or another, but I stopped him and had to listen to", I paused, trying to find the right words. "his wide range of vocabulary."

Neal smirked at this because it was too much effort in the morning to smile all of the way and chuckled.

"That sounds like him."

I nodded, flipped over the slices of ham, and stirred the macaroni.

"Is there anything that you want to do today?"

Neal asked me.

Anything that I want to do?

Wait.

Since when did they ask that?

"No, not really."

Neal gave me a look that said 'oh please.'

"Mel, you've been here for years after being free and you're telling me that you don't want to go anywhere?"

Busted!

"Well, I always wanted to go to this certain place because it is so beautiful!"

"Ireland?"

I looked at him oddly.

"How did you know?"

He smirked.

"I guessed."

Just then, I felt a little bit of a wave of some sort go threw me, like there was a sonic boom near by.

Jake walked into the kitchen at that moment.

They never came through the trap door because that would uncover the sand, but jumped inside instead.

Wait.

Jake's in the kitchen with Neal.

Oh, great.

"Ah, it's good to see that you're awake."

Anyone who wasn't around Jake that much would have thought that he was calm.

He, instead, was very ticked off.

Neal only nodded.

"You'd better be lucky that your girlfriend was here to stop me. You would have woken up to something terrible."

Jake smirked and rocked back and forth a little.

I turned my full attention to them, now that our lunches were ok.

"J'etais fatigue." Neal responded.

"Awwww, pauvre bebe. Trop le mauvais!"

Poor baby. Too bad!

Jeez, talk about harsh!

"It's alright if he sleeps in, let him be." I told Jake.

He stopped rocking and smirking and looked at me.

Why was he looking at me like that?

"If it's not for me being here when he's asleep, you two are sitting ducks!"

This got me mad.

I tilted my head, put my hands onto my hips, and locked my right leg.

"Stupid." He muttered under his breath.

"If a Paladin found you, you couldn't dodge their guns or even beat them in a fight! You'd be dead! Both of you."

He looked back between Neal and me.

I was bouncing a little at this.

A huge warning that he should stay away.

Apparently, he didn't get it though.

"I'm going to wash up. Excuse me."

He started to walk in between Neal and me and, as soon as he was three feet from me, I roundhouse kicked him in the face.

He fell like a sack of potatoes and hit the ground hard.

I nodded some of my hair out from the front of my face and looked down at him.

"Ah!" He said scrambling up and walking to me with a bit of a bounce in his step.

This would have seemed more intimidating, if he wasn't swaying a little.

"So that's how you want to play it, eh? Alright then!"

He took a swing at me and I ducked to uppercut him in the chin.

Before he fell, I grabbed a hold of his jacket and kick him in the ribs.

He fell again.

He was having a hard time breathing.

Neal was watching the whole thing and started to sway a little from one foot to the other.

"Ah, well, damn. Remind me to never make you mad."

I laughed a little at that and saw that Jake wasn't getting up.

"Oh my God! Neal! Jake's not moving!" I shouted, though, I didn't need to because he was standing right next to me.

I was just freaking out too much.

Neal looked down at Jake with a questioning look on his face, not understanding what was happening while I rushed down to Jake.

I put my ear to his heart.

Thud ump.

Thud ump.

Thud ump.

He's still alive!

That's great!

I sat up and made sure that the little amount of hair that did get in my way was tucked behind my ears.

I took a deep breath, opened Jakes mouth a little, and but my mouth onto his.

As soon as I started breathing into him, I felt a solid, but wet thing enter my mouth.

Jake's tongue.

EWWWW!

I instantly jumped up and away from him, and then sprinted to the sink to wash mouth out.

Jake was on the floor laughing his head off.

Neal was glaring down at him.

"You nearly gave us a heart attack, Jake!" I yelled at him from the kitchen.

I whipped my face off with a towel and flipped the ham to see that it was done.

Then I looked at the macaroni and saw that it, too, was done.

I started setting the table when Jake rocked over to the doorway, separating the kitchen from the living room.

"It seems like you were the only one to freak out about that. Neal didn't seem to care."

I scoffed and got the table completely set.

We all sat down, grabbed what we wanted to eat and drink, and started eating.

"So, it looks like we're going to Ireland today." Neal said.

I mis-swallowed and started choking.

Jake, whose attention was on Neal when he started talking, was now on me, and so was Neal's.

I grabbed my drink and started drinking it to dislodge my piece of ham.

"Ireland? What for?" Jake asked.

"Mel wants to go." Neal replied.

Now it was Jake's turn to start choking.

Maybe I should just stop making food that we can easily start choking on.

Jake took a swig of his drink.

"What? No way! I'm not going on some Irish vacation! Not going to 'appen!"

I frowned deeply at this.

It was one of my dreams, but I never able to afford a round trip to Ireland.

"Please, Jake!" I begged.

"No! Not going to 'appen!" He protested, laying his arms on the table.

Then he looked at me and saw that I was about to cry.

"Come on, Jake." I said softly.

"Please?"

Jake gave a huge sigh and looked at Neal, who was smiling and eating his ham.

It looks like we're going to Ireland!