Disclaimer: I do not own Jumper, or Jamie Bell but I guarantee you when I do you probably won't see them again as they'll be locked in my basement (or room) whichever works... :D
I do own May Lancaster and Alan Cameron, oh and any other Jumpers I might add in later...

So I've been watching Jumper nonestop on DVD since I got it for my birthday and now I just can't help but write a fanfiction, I mean Jamie Bell is just one sexy man and that accent of his is mind blowing haha. Best description for now.
So I hope you all like this and it isn't too bad, let me know what you think but don't be too harsh :)


The sound of water running could be heard through the large apartment, a humming melody dancing with the droplets of water that cascaded out from the shower tap.
Underneath and behind the shower curtain was a young nineteen year old female, singing into a bar of soap that would be an embarrassing situation to be found in had she not been inside her own home.
Chuckling under her breath her clean sun kissed hand reached out to grasp the knob, changing the water from on to off in a quick instance.
She continued humming quietly as she grabbed the white fluffy towel off the counter and wrapped it around her body, reaching for another one to dry her long hair.
At times she thought it would be easier to just cut it all off but reminded herself it was only down to her C bust and that wasn't as long as it could have been.
Finishing with towelling her multicoloured hair she slid open the bathroom door and stepped out into the emptiness of her apartment.
She lived alone something that bothered her quietly but also set her free to do whatever she wanted.
She had no restrictions and loved to live freely, of course that was becoming a pain when a few certain people wearing black trench coats even in the heat of Miami began showing up.
Slipping through her living room to get to her bedroom she turned on the large plasma television and paused to watch the news, taking in the scene of a large disaster flood.
It was the second one in the time span of three months, something that occurred to her in a matter of seconds.
Rolling her hazel eyes when the reporter came on about needing a miracle she began walking again, freezing when she heard the floorboards creak in her house.

"Your quick" She heard in a matter of seconds as she vanished from her position to reappear in her bedroom.

In a rush she began grabbing her clothes, the first thing she could before her door was kicked open.
Turning around slowly in her towel that only held its position by her tightening hand she spotted the unfamiliar face of a dark skinned man with a strange occurrence of white hair.

"Did you walk through a chalk board?" She blanked until she spotted the contents of his hand.

On panic mode she felt herself falling backwards again, wind and colors swirling about her as her body teleported to another smaller apartment.
Hitting the ground with a loud thump she scrambled to upturn herself, running as fast as she could down the hallway and sliding into her best friend's room.
She found him asleep as usual, arm turned over his face as his back twisted into a pretzel.
His short brown hair wasn't long enough thankfully to stick out in odd directions but it still looked a bit frizzy.
Running to his side she pushed away his arm and slapped on his face, grinning with accomplishment when his brown eyes blearily opened.

"Better have a good excuse" He yawned rolling over to stuff his face back into the pillow of his overtaking bed.

"Paladins" She answered simply and watched as he rolled out of bed and began screaming at her in Japanese, flapping his thin arms about as he puffed.

"Listen," She continued trying to calm him down, "I need to change then we have to get out of here, I don't want them finding my jump scar"

He calmed slightly as the worry faded from his skin, his grandfather had taught him to always keep his head unfortunately however he never found himself taking those lessons to heart.
Moving around his small room he began changing, flinging on his pale cream long sleeved shirt and then a maroon one over top to keep himself warm.
He was forced to wiggle into his jeans as his once slim figure was now getting quite the work out from all their running and fighting.
Rubbing at jaw he stopped to look in the mirror, noticing an earring missing from its place in his left earlobe.
Hands scrambled down to find the missing object as his friend shed her towel across from him and slipped on her undergarments, followed by a short blue sundress and black tights.

"I couldn't grab any shoes, think I'll need any?"

"We'll just skip to Grandpa's" He shrugged still having trouble locating the jewellery.

Sighing she moved over to his sighed and swung an arm over his shoulder, grabbing a tiny ring that slide through his ear with ease, "This it?"

"Thanks May" He chuckled taking the offered earring.

"Listen I don't know who this Paladin was, but he looked like a big time guy. Black, white hair, ring any bells?"

"Nope, we'll check it out later though" He answered, grabbing a backpack he had handy in case they were ever in this type of situation.

Standing face to face May tilted her head to the side slightly and stared at her Asian friend, chuckling lightly when he vanished in thin air with a single jump.
Taking a lasting glance around the room she felt a pull at her heart before jumping through her friends scar, hoping that they wouldn't be traced.
When they arrived together on the streets of Hong Kong a familiar presence casted over them, lingering as they jumped a third time to a quieter home garden that had been resurrected by his grandmother in Tokyo, Japan.
He led his shorter friend along the pebble stones and up to the sliding backdoor, ushering them inside when she took wary glances outside.
It wasn't often they jumped straight to a family members home but they were cautious by jumping a few more times before landing in the quiet garden, hoping that would be enough.
Inside all was quiet and May was reassured by her friend just saying his grandpa was out, for some reason she felt she knew better than this though and began looking around.

"Hey May you want something to eat?" A sleepy voice asked from the kitchen.

"Hey Alan how come you got all Americanized by your mom instead of your brothers?" May called from the living room where she found photographers of her friend and his family together.

"Cause after the divorce mom took me to America and dad kept everyone else here"

"I meant the name" She teased now hooking an arm with him as he appeared beside her.

"Want some coffee? My eyes are sealing shut" he yawned.

"Sounds good" She nodded and teleported them both back into the kitchen, watching as he prepared the pot.

Glancing around at some of the tradition statues along with family treasures inside the home May couldn't help but miss the feeling of entering her parents home, "I think it's time we took them out Chou"

Turning to look at the sound of his nickname he found the 5'7" female staring intently at her feet only clad in the tights she was wearing.

"Then I think it's time we took up some help"