A/N: Well, here I am with a brand new fic. This one sort of came flying to my mind in the late night hours the same day as I saw the movie "Jumper". I fell in love with the character Griffin, and being the unrepentant fangirl that I am... this will most likely turn out a Yaoi FanFic. So if you don't approve of YAOI, then do not read. Please. And if you don't know what Yaoi means... LOOK IT UP DAMMIT! ...Or read on, and have a severe shock. You're choice.

Anyways, I sincerely hope you will like this, and please keep in mind that English is not my native language! (Therefore I am obliged to write at least a little poorly.)

Reviews are highly appreciated as usual and if you haven't seen the movie "Jumper"; DO IT!! Yay!! Thank you for being so patient listening to my ranting. Or rather reading it. Okay, I'm ranting again. So I'll quit. -Grins- Please enjoy!

The Solitude of Heart

Chapter One

"Long time, No see"

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David Rice was really just an ordinary man. Sure, he had his idiosyncrasies, like for example the one including him teleporting himself all over the world in seconds, leaving nothing behind but a jumping scar. A scar no one but another Jumper could follow.
Some people might would have said that made him rather special and that considering precise fact, David Rice was anything but an ordinary man. They would say he was a freak of nature, a misfit. Someone might even go as far as to call him a miracle. Said miracle himself however, did not consider himself as neither of those things. To him, being a jumper was simply a part of his identity, like his love for surfing and his sometimes black humor. His ability to move from place to place in milliseconds was just a piece of the whole package that was David Rice. David Rice, the Jumper.
David Rice, the man who knew how to conquer the laws of physics.
The man who could maneuver through the massive network of portals without as much as heaving for his breath.
Without as much as blinking.

He had known he was different since the time he fell through he ice back in high school and accidentally teleported to the local Library, bringing what seemed like the entire river with him. It had been pretty stupid actually. The whole accident that was. And it could probably have been avoided if it wasn't for the fact that David, who went under the name of Riceball at that time, had been madly in love with the girl next door, Mille. So in love that he went out on the ice above the flowing river to get the ball of glass that Mark Kobold, the class' jerk, rudely had thrown out there. He had given her that glass-orb at school one day, the one he'd bought on a simple garage sale the day before.
He smiled faintly at the memory.
He had been so amazed with the ball of crystal himself and seeing as it contained the Eiffel-tower, the young boy had thought about his friend Millie at once. Millie had always wished to travel. All around the world. She used to have her whole locker decorated with post cards from cities and places all over the globe. Those were the places she wanted to travel once she could afford it or had the time. He cloud easily remember her words back then: "If you are to have dreams, you might as well dream big."

The Jumper smirked. Those dreams had once seemed so far away. They had been just that. Dreams. Now, he thought and felt his smile widen, they were reality. She had wanted those dreams to come true more than anything as a kid, and now, they really had. Because of him.

Snuggling closer to the warmth of her lither body, David remembered the look in his girlfriend's deep-brown eyes once he'd showed her the real Eiffel-tower. She had been so happy that day. So happy her whole appearance had seemed to glow. Feeling how her body relaxed against his, he kissed her shoulder gently, eliciting a small, sleepy moan from the dark haired woman in his arms. She turned around drowsily and slid her arms around his back. Sighing happily upon feeling her steady breathings against his chest and enjoying the pressure she put upon his torso, he let his eyes slip closed. He stayed like that for a while, not wanting to break the moment and glancing down at her, David treaded his fingers through her silky, brown tresses. She fit so very well there in his arms and he knew that no matter what would happen in the future he'd always have feelings for her. She was simply too special to forget or let go of completely.
Smiling, he let his gaze swept over her resting from. Her expression was one of happiness and even though she was not aware of him watching her, she looked just as beautiful as ever. To him, she was an angel and most certainly had the look of one as well.
He drew her closer and buried his face in her hair. The faint smell of strawberries tickled in his nose and he chuckled vaguely at the feeling. Her hair was so soft. Just like the rest of her. Millie was not a weak woman. She had a lot of willpower and her strength and courage was admirable, but she was still soft. Her whole being reeked of it. From the way she smiled to the way her eyelashes fluttered faintly like dark brandishes against her pale cheeks, making her look almost ethereal in the dim moonlight. He knew she was still far away in her own dreams, so he did not feel all too bad when he slipped out of her arms within seconds found himself gazing out over the city of New York atop of the Statue of Liberty. He often came here to think, even though him and Millie were currently sharing an apartment in San Fransisco. There was just something about the view that calmed him. Calmed him more than any other view else had ever managed to at least.

He sighed. Things were beginning to get rougher, and the surroundings were tightening around him.
Being a Jumper might give you all you had ever wanted, or most of it at least, but it had it's dark sides too. Dark sides the young man was very much familiar with. He bit his lip and inhaled deeply before shaking his head. Things were indeed getting difficult from here. He had known that the troubles that came with his unique abilities was going to make themselves known at some point, and he also knew they were going to be impossible to ignore once they did.
Yet, he hated the thought of running again and knew that had there been a way for him to get out of them without causing damage to the people around him, he would have done so. But it wasn't that simple. Nothing was. Not life. Not love. And most certainly not this.
After hearing the truth about his mother and her vocation, David knew the troubles were literally chasing him. This time, in the shape of his own mom.
That was the harsh truth and as much as he wanted to simply dodge it, he knew he couldn't.
He would have to face it like a man. Or rather like a Jumper.

So, things were definitely becoming heavy.

Millie, of course, did not know, and even though David both trusted and loved her, he was not about to tell her either. Not yet at least. Millie deserved to be happy. She deserved the life she was living now and he knew she was indeed living it to the fullest. David was not going to be the one to take that away from her.

Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes and let the chilly wind up in the heights ghost over his bare skin. He hadn't bothered bringing a shirt, but the weather was not freezing and he actually found himself enjoying the faint cold there was.

Glancing down at the city lights, he remembered the last time he had seen his mother. His mother, Mary Rice. Mary Rice, the Paladin. The Jumper-hunter.
He knew the truth now.
She had told him herself that day in January, when he had come to visit her house. He knew why she had abandoned him at the age of five and he knew she'd thought she had no choice. He knew she was vowed to her job and he knew she was in a way destined to kill him or the other way around.
He knew all those things, but that did not mean he was going to accept it.
No, quite frankly, David Rice was not the type to accept something like that. Even if it was his destiny.

After all, he was different. He did not bow to the so called rules. That, he had shown more than once. Back in time, he'd been told that he was just like the other Jumpers, a statement he had proven to be wrong. Roland was a living -he smirked bitterly at his own choice of words. He really had no clue if the white haired bastard was alive or not and to be honest, he did not care- proof of that.

As the memory of that hatred face ascended in his mind, the young Jumper scowled in a way that was very uncharacteristic for him. He could not care less about the dark man's faith, but still he often found himself pondering about it, despite himself.
That was one whole year ago now, but the picture of Roland's features was still shining brightly on his retina. Clear as daylight.

He suspected he could never really forget about that incident and a part of him did not even want to.
It was history now, but history was not to be forgotten. It was to be remembered.
He was going to remember all of it and by doing that he could more easily avoid to repeat the same mistakes over again. A small shiver ran down his spine, and the Jumper realized goosebumps had appeared all over his skin. It was probably about time to get back to bed. He turned and was about to teleport back, when a smug voice interrupted him.
A voice he knew all too well.

"So, this is where the little traitor comes to rest his mind." The accent was unmistakable.

Turning slowly, his eyes fell upon the person who had haunted far too many of his dreams lately. The person he'd abandoned in a High-voltage tower in Tsjetsjenia while bullets raced around their ears and bombs made the ground beneath them stir violently. He had not heard from said person since then and mixed feelings raced through his body as he met the pair of dark eyes he had never been able to dismiss from his memory, simply because they belonged to the first and only person he had ever felt truly at level with. The one person he knew that shared his unique powers. Another Jumper.

A Jumper who went by the name Griffin.

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To be continued...