Direct hit! (Judd, Melodee, any)

[Judd Nixon]

Judd trudged through the halls making his way to the cafeteria for lunch. He'd be alone like always. His brown eyes scanned the room for an open table when he saw Melodee sitting at a table, talking on her phone probably to her mother or someone on her mother's team.

He hadn't told her that he was falling for her and big time. As he nervously approached her table a loud blam could be heard echoing through the large room. He turned to see where it was coming from when there were a couple others, someone was open firing on the students in there!

He dropped his measly brown bag lunch running towards her. "MELODEE!! GET DOWN!! GET DOWN!!" For someone that normally didn't have fear, he was shaking like a leaf. He wasn't in control this time, someone was else was calling the shots, so to speak.

He was about two feet from her when he felt something warm hit him in the hip which sent him falling. He felt where he was hit, there was warm red liquid. The bullet had entered. He looked up at her, his lips trembling, "Melodee, help me, I've been shot!"

[Melodee Riker]

For someone who was usually so in control of the situations around her, so unflappable, Melodee Riker sat frozen with fear as the guns started going off and people started dropping. The phone was glued to her ear and a frantic voice on the other end was demanding to know what was going on. The redheaded senior couldn’t answer. Her eyes were are round as tea saucers and the grip on her phone was white-knuckled.

A voice, unfamiliar in it’s barking order, but familiar in other ways tugged her attention and she saw, as though in slow motion, Judd running towards her. Judd getting hit. Judd falling.

The reality of the situation struck her and Melodee dropped to the cafeteria floor. This would be the last time she ate in that cursed place. It didn’t even cross her mind how filthy the floor must be as she scotched along it towards Judd yelling into her phone for the person on the other end to get the police, paramedics, army if they had to! Gould was the central source of a fire-fight.

In what felt like hours Melodee but was in reality only a minute or two Mel reached Judd’s side and felt sick at the sight of all the blood. His? Others? She couldn’t tell anymore, but her hand reached out and hesitantly pressed down on the bloody wound. Bile rose in the back of the throat and she turned her head to be sick. Pressing her hand more firmly against the warm trickle of blood, Melodee felt tears stream down her face.

“Shh, shh… Judd, I’m here.”

In the distance there were sirens. In the distances the doors to the cafeteria and the windows flew open or were broken. Civil Servants in the form of SWAT, Police, and god knew what else flooded the school, taking down anyone who was fighting.

Someone came over. Pulled Melodee’s hands from Judd and started asking questions.

“Name?”

“Melo-”

“His.”

“Judd Nixon.” Her voice shook a display of her lack of control. A control she nearly always had.

“You’re gonna be okay, son.” The voice was clipped, but Melodee couldn’t see the face through the blurred vision.

Was it over?

[Judd Nixon]

Melodee being there was like having a warm blanket when something was wrong.

Very comforting.

"S--stay with me please?" he asked softly, his voice catching. He heard the voices of SWAT officers and others in there. Not his favorite people but at this time it was a welcomed site.

The pain was getting to him. Why couldn't the guy just finish his q and a with Melodee once the ambulance was hauling him off to be saved.

He heard the words of the man saying that he'd be ok. That was a fat chance if his step father were to get the news and show up at the hospital.

He reached for Melodee's hand, not really knowing where she was. The rushing feet of paramedics started taking people out, would they take him or would he be doomed to die?

Finally a face was there near his checking him over. "Good, still responsive and alert." She noted it in a small notebook. "Guys over here, lets get this guy on the way to the hospital."

He felt four big hands gently lifting him and placing him on a gurney and strapped him down. This sent a panic through him.

"Mel..Mel!!" He panicked as he was wheeled out.

"I love you." came a whisper.