Jumper – The Next Level
Please note that I do not own the rights to any of the characters that is Steven Gould's creations. I do own Regan McGowan and others that I've made up. I will stay true to Steven's genius though and try and combine the movie and books.
This jumps off from the film but I'm using ideas from the books throughout. Let me know what you guys think – honestly!
David followed Scott as Trace and Jess wheeled Millie into the medical suite. They seemed to walk forever down long endless corridors. The girls and Scott conversed quietly. David wasn't paying attention, his was on Millie.
Why won't she wake up?
"I need you to wake up Millie" whispered David
"Here we are" announced Scott
The gurney turned into a long slim room lined with beds. Some of the medical beds held men and women. One or two held children. There was even a cot.
A nurse walked to the gurney and ordered two orderlies to wheel Millie to a vacant bed. Scott, the girls and David lifted Millie onto the bed.
"So what do we have here" enquired the nurse.
"She was hit by one of these" Scott held up a small dart.
"Ah, we have been seeing these bad boys a lot, firstly we will give her an ultrasound check her insides, then a brain scan"
As the nurse spoke she checked Millie's vitals.
"But her heart beat sounds good as does her blood pressure, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about"
David had been hovering by Millie's side, on these comforting words, he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair.
"I take it you're the husband" piped the nurse.
David looked puzzled
"The ring, anyway can you step out the way, I need to use the ultrasound"
An orderly wheeled in the ultra sound. The nurse lifted Millie's top and prepared the ultrasound. David walked over to Scott. He hated hospitals.
"Is everyone in here a jumper?" quizzed David
"More or less, some of them are just friends or family who get caught in the cross-fire" replied Scott
"Like Millie" guilt rising in David's voice.
"Yeah ... like Millie"
David scanned the room. The nurse turned to him.
"Well, everything looks like it should be in the right place and there doesn't seem to be any damage to the internal organs"
David nodded numbly.
"Hey, she caught a lucky break, if she was hit more than once with these, her insides would be mush" piped one of the orderlies.
Scott pushed the orderly aside. The nurse placed her hand on David's shoulder.
"I'm sorry about him, but he is right. Your wife is stable; we will take her up for a brain scan in a short while hopefully when she is conscious. We still have some tests to run but I can say it looks like she will be fine"
"Come on mate, let me show you your room" Scott tries to angle David out of the wing
"I'm not leaving her" snaps David
"There's nothing you can do for her, let my team help Millie" reasons Scott
"I agree with Scott, it will be easier for myself to examine Millie fully if you men weren't gawking so please leave ... NOW" orders the nurse.
Reluctantly David follows Scott down the corridor. It was only at this point that David realised that there were no windows.
"Where are we exactly?"
"This is abandoned government shelter; they built it in the 50s when they started testing the atom bomb. After the cold war, it was simply forgotten about. We're underground, so the only way that's in, is our way"
"How did you find it?"
"My folks did, about twenty years ago; I was practically raised here with my little sister. They had this idea about all the jumpers teaming up and ending this war."
Scott and David turned into a room full of computers. Jumpers flashed all around him as they leaped from screen to screen.
"What happened to them?"
"Who?"
"Your parents"
"They died!"
A young blonde girl springs into view. She is about five foot and her hair shapes her elfin features.
"Scott, thank god, did you get them?" her emerald eyes full of fear.
"Yeah, Chelsea, I would like you to meet David Rice."
"Oh my god, it is an honour, I'm a huge fan" squeals Chelsea
She started shaking his hand moronically. Scott managed to pull them apart.
"Cool it Chels."
"Is she your little sister?"
"Am I his little sister? God no, though I would love to be" gushes Chelsea
"Nah, Regan's ... well she's missing." Sadness slips off his lips.
"Missing?
"Yeah, about nine months now"
"I'm sorry"
Something in Scott's eyes warned David not to quiz any further.
"Don't be, I'll find her. Anyway this is Jumper HQ. Here we track possible Jumpers and paladins. Then it's simple. We kill the paladins and save the jumpers."
On the screens, faces skirt across, David couldn't tell if they were paladin or Jumpers.
David smirks.
"What's so funny."
"Nothing, you just remind me of a jumper I used to know."
"Ah you mean Griffin O'Connor. Now he is one slippery jumper."
As if by magic, Griffin's mug shot appeared on the computer in front of them along with his personal details. The jumper still had the same scruffy hair and leather jacket but he looked younger than the last time they had meet.
"You know Griffin?"
"Not personally but he's infamous on both sides of the fence. So will you join us?"
"Join you?"
"Yeah, join us in this war against the Paladins. It's time we end it and you could help us. That is, if you want to join us"
"Oh please join us" Chelsea approached the guys with two cups of steaming coffee.
"Seriously Chels" Tiredness began to seep into Scott.
David twirled his wedding ring and thought of Millie. He really should get back to her before she woke up.
"I'm in".