The point of this story: Well, basically Griffin had to of had something good in his life just once right? Well, I've decided to give him that. So this basically what this story is… I hope you like it,

Authors not: Hi, this is my first fanfic, so if you could all be nice I would be grateful. Would much appreciate reviews but don't fell you have to. Basically, enjoy. J

Disclaimer: I don't own Griffin or any of the other Jumper related characters. If I am using a character from Jumper I will specify their name in this. I do on the other hand own Poppy and any other non-Jumper related character.

Chapter One, what to do with all these memories…

She couldn't move her eyes from the white rectangular letter lying on the table. She knew immediately who it was from. The messy scrawled handwriting had given it away immediately. She took a deep breath reaching out a shaking hand. Her fingers stopped instantly only millimetres away. No. She wouldn't read it… she couldn't read it. No matter how hard she tried her fingers refused to pick it up. Her brain was screaming at her to burn it. "QUICKLY! Get a match and burn it, now before its too late." But she couldn't do that either. She couldn't bring herself to touch it, not even to throw it away. How was it, even after all this time, he still had an unbreakable hold over her? She wondered how long she had been sitting here. She knew it had been a while, her body was proof of that. It ached from being tense for so long. She took slow deep breathes, trying to relax her muscles. It didn't work, every time she thought she had relaxed her eyes caught a glimpse of that stark white and her body automatically tensed again. It had been tense since she had walked through the front door to find it on the table with a note from her roommate telling her it had arrived that morning. Her mind had spun with questions all clouding over one another. How had he found her? Where was he? Was he okay? What did he want? Why get in touch now, after so long? The questions confused her even more then the letter. She knew the answer probably lay inside but with them meant giving in to him. Giving in to his wishes and reading the letter. She didn't care if it was stubborn. She didn't want to do anything more for him, not now, not ever.

She stood up suddenly moving quickly from the room. She slammed the door behind her, leaving the letter untouched on the table. She made her way quickly up the stairs in the darkness not bothering to switch on a light. She wanted the darkness. It kept the accusing looks of her mirrored self away. "Why wouldn't you open it?" She would ask herself. "What if he needs help?" It took all her will power to keep herself from running back down the stairs to open the letter. She walked along the corridor into her room, closing the door behind her, she tried to block out the rest of the house. She got changed quickly into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and climbed into bed, all the while leaving the lights off. She stared out of her window, not even bothering to get up and close the drapes. She left them alone, instead, staring at the stars. Each one reminded her of him. She knew she'd never block him out, but it didn't stop her trying. She breathed in and out slowly, waiting for sleep to wash over her. It didn't. Instead her mind began to remember, memories she'd thought had been long forgotten. She was wrong. They weren't forgotten, just laid aside. And as she sat and watched the stars shine, the memories moved around her, enveloping her in what once had been her reason for living. Her love, her sadness, her open mind, her understanding, her life… her Griffin.

Poppy Chang span around on the spot trying to keep her eyes on one unmoving object. It was hard to do that. Everything was spinning with her after all. Her head began to ache and she tried to slow herself down but that just made it worse. She stopped suddenly then wished she hadn't as her suddenly unsteady legs gave way and she fell painfully to the floor. Ouch, was all she could think. That and, when is the world going to stop spinning? Wow, this had been a bad idea. She obviously hadn't thought it through, but then again, when did she ever think things through? Poppy laid back in the daisy dotted grass and stared up at the bight blue sky. Fluffy white clouds where scattered across it beautifully. Poppy studied them all, trying to determine what shape or character they made. She did this until she thought her mind had stood spinning. She stood up quickly. Too quickly, her mind began to spin again. She clutched at her skull willing the spinning to stop. She tried to focus on the distance. What she saw made her head spin even more. Out of no where, a dirty-blonde haired young man appeared. She gasped loudly and his head turned slowly to look at her. Neither of them moved for what seemed like eternity. Their eyes meeting and holding the connection, even with the distance between them. His eyes where so blue, so bold. Those blue eyes revealed so much, so much she knew she shouldn't have seen, she wasn't even sure she had wanted to see it. She just had and she couldn't take it back. She saw the loss, the pain, the hatred, the anger and the longing. And in her heart she understood it all, every emotion. Because she too felt them all. If she'd known her own pale green eyes had revealed the same thing, she would have looked away immediately instead of holding his gaze. She looked away, unable to take anymore and when she looked back, he was gone. She hadn't understood it then, understood what she'd seen, or what she'd felt. But she would soon. So she would understand it all. But most of all, she would understand him.

Poppy made her way along the streets of the small town, looking at all the dainty houses. They were all beautiful, and homely, yet oh-so fake. The people that lived in them lived lies. She was sure there was a single person in this place that was living a lie or hurting those around them. If she hadn't known any better she would have thought they were all performing their hateful tasks purposefully. Each setting out to hurt those they were supposed to feel closest to, those they where supposed to love and care about. But no-one was that cruel, where they? She had been a naïve little eighteen year old. But it was okay, she would learn. Everyone did, eventually. She walked briskly past them all, no longer wanting to look at the blatant fake-ness. She made her way into the surprisingly large town centre, filled with shops. There many different types, ranging from restaurants, to clothing outlets, to shoe stores, convenience marquees, and so on and so forth. Poppy made her way towards a ruby red Chinese restaurant, considered to be the best one in town. Poppy smiled sadly as she stood outside, looking up at the brightly lit lanterns inside, giving off a warm and homely glow, as it glistened off the ruby red paint and furniture. The homely glow, too was fake, the homely-ness of the restaurant had left years ago for its workers and owners. It had left along with her parents. When they had died, its gently atmosphere had died with it. Poppy pushed open the door and stepped gingerly inside.

"Oh hello darling," her grandfather smiled sadly at her from the counter.

She smiled back, her expression most probably resembling his, as she slid into onto a chair at the nearest table. It always amazed Poppy how oriental her grandparents where. They where the very essence of Chinese, where the only resemblance in Poppy was the eyes.

"You take after your mother," her Gama had told her affectionately.

She had loved Audrey, Poppy's mother. She may not have been Chinese but she was still and affectionate and loving woman, and in Gama's mind that had made up for her beloved son marrying this beautiful woman.

"So, my little war-flower, how was your day?" The old man came around the counter to sit besides her.

"It was fine, Puppy, just fine," Poppy replied as enthusiastically as possible.

"Hmm, I see," he nodded, moving so she could leave. "Will you be sneaking out again tonight?"

Poppy looked at him suddenly, confusion evident of her face. How had he known?

"I am your Grand-Puppy, I know everything little war-flower," he smiled kindly. "Besides, your Gama worries so."

"Okay, yes, I'll probably be going out." Poppy sighed making her way to the back of the restaurant.

"If you do, could you flick the kitchen light three times, just to let me know? And then do then same when you return?" He asked.

"Of course, Puppy, of course," Poppy smiled to herself as she made her way up the stairs to her room.

Poppy flicked the kitchen light three times before closing the door behind as she made her way out into the darkness. She could almost feel her Puppy smile. She made her way out of the garden and along the path, leading to the long road, leading to the daisy hills, which the playground beneath. The moon and stars gave her guiding light. She moved briskly up the hill, not stopping till she reached the top. She looked out at the small town beneath her, loving the lights in the darkness. The town was connected to a road that a three hour walk down would take you to a large city. Poppy had been once and loved it. She intended to move there soon. The only thing that kept her from leaving was the moonlight and the stars. Her family she had already lost. What was left of it would leave eventually soon as well. Everyone would leave, she had learnt this the hard way. She lay down on the grass looking up at the sky. She had been laying there for an hour when she felt a presence behind her. She sat up quickly, turning her head and upper torso to look. She gasped quietly. It was him. She felt an excited feeling rise up inside her and wondered suddenly where it had come from. She tired to stop her lips from moving into a smile, but she couldn't stop it. They where in control and the sight of him moved them automatically.

He smiled back, a sad smile, but a smile none the less.

"Can I join you?" He asked in a slight Northern accent. It had a speck of American laced in, which she loved. It was completely his own.

She didn't trust herself to speak yet so she nodded instead. He moved forward and sat down besides her, his body only inches from her own.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He spoke softly looking out to the distance.

She nodded again, still not speaking.

"Don't you talk?" He laughed casually. It was a nice sound. Poppy liked it.

She snapped her head suddenly. What was wrong with her? She'd only just met him and already she was developing a stupid childish crush. She pushed it viciously away and surprisingly it worked. When she looked back at him, he was just a young man, someone who had sat down besides her to watch the night sky. She smiled softly. Yes, she felt she knew him, but in all honesty, she didn't. So she would stop being childish and she would treat him like she treated everyone else. With kindness, until they proved not to deserve it.

She turned back to the night sky, taking it all in.

"Yes, I talk," she spoke quietly, her voice barely being carried to his ears.

"Oh, that's good," he turned his head to look at her. "I was worried for a second that all we'd do was sit in silence. Now sometimes that's good, but I think in this case, I'd like to talk. What d'you think?"

"Yes, I'd like to talk," she nodded, also turning her head to look at him. "Let's talk."

"Definitely," he reached out his hand to hers and she reached out taking it in her own, as they shook hands her eyes stayed with his, unmoving, just staring, it was all they needed at that moment.

Until he broke the spell with an even bigger one, a spell that would stay with her till the day she died. "My name is Griffin…"

Authors End note: So, what do you think? A bit cheesey? I like cheese but is it too chessey? it's a bit of an abrupt end to the chapter as well, but I kinda like it like that…. Anyone disagree? Please let me know.