The day Jason told Jessie that he was leaving was the day her little world, which had just been made whole by his presence in her life, shattered once again. He had met her at the library and had slipped a cell phone into her jean pocket, telling her to text him every moment she could. She had tried not to cry, since he promised that if he couldn't see her sooner, he would be there to spirit her away on her birthday, but she had failed miserably.

"I know how you feel," Jason had told her, holding her close, "but I have to go. Our record company wants us to make up for the time we spent away, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Jessie had nodded and had wiped her eyes, saying softly, "You promise to come get me, though?"

Jason had nodded in return. "Seven twenty-two in the morning, right?" he had asked, giving Jessie the exact time that she had been born.

Jessie had nodded her consent, having told him that she wanted to leave the exact minute that she turned eighteen. "Not a minute later, either," she teased him.

Jason had cupped her chin in his hand and had brought her lips to his. "I won't be late," he had promised.

Now, Jessie was forced to spend her days going to school and pretending that Jason Grey no longer existed. Her foster family never noticed, but she always sat up a little straighter when a report about Connect 3 aired, and her schoolbag was full of every magazine article that featured Jason in some way. Knowing that he was out there, counting down the days just like she was, strengthened Jessie in between text marathons.

School was no longer a hassle, though it was still time consuming. The senior never bothered her again, and Jessie even smiled at him each morning when he very carefully closed his locker door.

The teachers were the most surprised at Jessie's "transformation." No more quiet spells caused her to cease speaking, and all of her homework was always turned in ahead of time. Jessie realized that all along, her quiet spells had been her way of finding peace and quiet in the world, but now that she had Jason, she had no need for them anymore.

How's your day going?" Jason asked her as she sat sprawled out in the back section of the library with the phone to her ear.

Jessie shrugged even though she knew he couldn't see her. "I've had better, but at least Diana's been working all day so I don't have to put up with her."

A chuckle came through the line as Jason laughed. "Miracles do happen," he said dryly.

"So what's up with you?" Jessie asked, twirling her pencil around in her hands. She'd been promising herself for the last ten minutes that she would say she had to go, but she couldn't bring herself to hang up, no matter how important the history assignment in front of her was. Napoleon could wait just a few more minutes.

"Nothing new really, but there was something I wanted to ask for your help with." The way Jason said the sentence hinted at something important, and Jessie found herself sitting up straighter without realizing it.

"Oh?" she asked, intrigued. "What?"

"Well, my brothers and I are doing this movie for Disney, but the writers are having trouble since their main guy dropped out, and they've yet to find a female lead. I was wondering if you could help out with writing the script."

Jessie's stomach dropped as the weight of Jason's proposal sank in. "Jason, I can't do that! I have absolutely no training! I don't know the first thing about writing a script." However, her voice conveyed a wistful tone that she didn't realize she possessed, and it was in that moment when she realized that she wished she knew how to write a script.

Jason heard it too, and he latched onto it. "You don't have to write the script," he told Jessie, his tone turning wheedling even as he spoke. "All you need to do is read it through and make corrections, perhaps give a few suggestions. That's all."

Jessie laughed. "Oh that's all, is it?" she said sarcastically.

"Please Jess?" he said softly. "It would mean a lot to me, and I know by the way your voice sounds that you want to give it a try."

Jessie paused for a long moment before she finally said, "Fine, but don't expect it to be an Oscar winner or anything like that."

"I won't," Jason said cheerily. "Now here's what we'll do."

Immediately, Jessie began writing down Jason's instructions as quickly as she could, her smile growing wider and wider as she listened and nodded in all the right places.

The post office box was relatively easy to obtain. It was a small box at the very end of the post office, just wide enough for a mid-sized box to fit in. Jessie texted Jason the address and then headed home, promising that she would check the box the next day for the manuscript that was sure to come.

When she returned, she twisted her key into the lock and opened the small door, only to find a small package waiting for her. She smiled with delight and pulled it out, stuffing it into her bag until she reached the park where she could open it in peace.

Inside, she found the entire manuscript for the movie, as well as a note from Jason, telling her that he hadn't forgotten how many more days he had until he could carry her away to safety. She laughed at the light-hearted note and began to read through the manuscript, slowly gaining a rhythm in her reading and writing. She could barely see by the time she finished because the sun had set an hour ago, but as she made the final correction, she smiled. She'd done it. Perhaps it wouldn't be an Oscar or an Academy Award winner, but it was going to be pretty close.

A/N: Here you guys go! Thanks so much for all your reviews! Sorry it's taken so long, but I've been having Doc Manager problems. :P Hope you enjoyed this! :D By the way, do any of you know what ever became of the Official CR Awards? Every time I try to get in contact with the "seven," I never get an answer and I can't find the winning stories. :(