Summary: Involves Griffin. That enough to keep the fangirls? (it'd keep me, for sure.) Oh, and it's not slash. -doors slam as most of fanbase leave abruptly- but it's not OC/Griffin either...

A/N: My gosh, I'm alive?! This is crazy. Sorry for the lack of updates on anything, people, not only have I lacked inspiration, school is taking a ton of time outta my life. Thank goodness summer is coming soon, now I just have to get my license…

Anyway, this here is a movie!Jumper fanfic. (orly?) And, unless I truly get reviews galore or more motivation, the odds of updates are slim. But wait! Stay and read it through, it won't take long, really..!

Disclaimer: I own the un-Original.

It started with FanFiction dot net. Arianna Jones had been reading a horrible fic; disastrous grammar, choppy story line, and the writer didn't even understand bits of the characters themselves. She had just finished the first chapter (which was only about four five sentence paragraphs) and knew that this particular fanfic was not worth it. With an annoyed sigh she hit the back button on her browser.

That was when her room, for lack of better terms, exploded. Discarded paper fluttered down, a large crack snaked across her mirror. Seven years bad luck, she thought her mind in shock. The rug on her floor was slightly torn, the armchair in the corner ripped. The sudden pressure left her staring wide eyed at the middle of her room, her hands still poised over the tablet she had been using as a mouse. There stood a guy, who with a quick, stunned glance at her, disappeared. Had she blinked- which seemed at the moment physically impossible- she would have missed him.

A moment passed, then she leapt up from her desk and tried to edge around the room, not taking her eyes off the spot that had previously wrecked her room. There seemed to be something there: smudging the area behind it where her dresser had a drawer hanging askew. Suddenly, her foot hit something. Her flute case's hinge digging into her foot, the case slipped on the rug and with a small squeak she startled forward.

But instead of her foot gaining balance in her room, she felt everything spin. The air was ripped from her lungs and she struggled to breathe. In only a moment, the air rushed back in and she hit the ground with a smack, almost certainly skinning her elbows. Cool air settled on her bare shoulders: she was only in a black spaghetti-strap shirt with her navy white-moon-and-star pajama pants.

With a groan, she sat up to find the guy, the one who popped up in her room, gaping at her. He ran a hand through his ruffled brown hair and began to glare.

"You're a Jumper?" he exclaimed in a British accent. With a quick step backward, he started to pull papers and photographs from off a worn desk and some posted on the wall. "You can't be here. Leave, now." He stuffed the papers into a box, then he was gone.

Ari looked about wonderingly, what had just happened? She was in an enclosed room, papers pinned on the dank walls, the space crowded by the desk, a worn couch, and a TV perched on a box. On the wall opposite her was a tattered map with blue and red circles dotting it. Shaking slightly, she stood to get a better look. Then he was there, right in her face as she reeled back in astonishment.

"You think I'm joking?" He started in on her and she backed up to hit a wall; in the corner no less. "Jump back to wherever you came from: forget this place."

"What are you talking about? How did I even get here? Who are you?" The questions spilled out as her confusion mounted and a slight case 'o-m-g panic' settled in. "What's Jumping? Is that teleporting? I can't teleport..!" Her babbling was cut short by his glare mixed with confusion.

"Only Jumpers…" he stopped and Ari looked at him curiously. "What's your name? How did you get here?"

"Um…" 'Don't talk to strangers', the one rule beaten into her since childhood, blocked her name from her lips. Although there wasn't much choice… "Anna," she said, pronouncing it like 'awna', and instantly winced. It was the truth, but she hated being called Anna. "And I tripped into your portal-thing-y." Oh yes, she thought to herself, that was very eloquent. "So, I don't suppose you could, uh, teleport me back?" As 'fun' and 'exciting' as this little experience was, she did not want to get stuck in a small room with a guy who had the capabilities of being a psycho.

"Can't. Didn't get a good look at your room. 'Fraid I'll have to stick you back somewhere close. Where do you live?" The guy leaned against the wall to his left and studied her inquiringly, but also angrily.

"Arizona." Vague, but informing. Lets see what he says to that.

"Ugh, another American," He groaned to himself. The last one had not been on his A-list since the even-though-I-helped-you-lets-leave-me-in-the-power-lines incident. Oh well, who cares? He'll drop her off and be gone in less then a minute. "I know the Grand Canyon. Let's g-,"

"You can't ditch me in the Grand Canyon! That's like six hours away from my house! By car..! It'll take me ages to get home!" Not to mention her directional skills were as great as a rock. No wait, they had the moss-pointing-north thing going for them… Well she knew that the sun rises in the east, sets in the west fact…But that didn't help, she still would know which direction to…Ari shook her head to disperse her tangent-prone thoughts and returned to gaze hopefully at the guy…who's name she didn't know yet. "What's your name?" She blurted out right when he looked like he was going to tell her off.

"Griffin, alright? Now will you please leave?" He looked at her exasperated. She had to be a Jumper, there was no other way to follow a Jump scar.

"I can't; I don't have wicked-sweet powers like you." She said dryly with a slight roll of her eyes. Griffin sure did not seem to get the concept of she was normal. …Semi-normal; as normal as a weird teenage girl got, anyway.

"Then where do I put you?"

"Look, I don't know. Are you saying I'm stuck here in…Genovia? That place is real?" Ari had read the map on the wall and guessed as to whether that was where they were or not. He obviously didn't know that the map stated where it was clearly because he stared at her, startled by her knowledge. "Dude. Map."

He turned, then laughed. "Shoulda thought of that one."