Disclaimer : Full rights go to the writer and the creators of Jumper with the exception of my own characters and their storylines, im a kid so please don't sue me (if you do I only work on minimum wage so it will take younks to pay fines off)

Im guessing if your reading this then you sort of like the first 'teaser' chapter? Well since this is still a new-ish fiction im open to any changes you would like to suggest, such as if Griffin is a bit to nice or if stuff doesn't make sense and so on.

So please review, I hope you like and credit goes to my new beta reader for helping me with some of the dialogue in the chapter (I really couldn't finish the last few lines off at all)

Chapter Two
The Knights One Time Deal

New York city was my home, I could jump anywhere in the world but I all ways ended up back in New York. New York City to me was all ways an object of awe, desire and disparagement, an image both alluring and, often, frightening. It was home to eight million people of every race, colour, and creed.

Today was a Saturday and I had blown off a morning of homework and being stuck in my quaint little house in Rhode Island to visit my most favourite place in the world.

Frenzy was a small coffee and book shop in Greenwich Village, across from Washington Square Park. It was secluded and quiet, perfect. I took another sip of my coffee and flipped a page in my book, American Gods. "Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end."

I paused in my reading to shrug out of my jacket. It was a cold day in New York but Frenzy had warm fires burning in every corner. I had arrived wrapped up in thick jeans, a warm top, jacket and coat but here I didn't need most of the layers I had thrown on this morning.

Supping my drink silently my mind, without my book as a distraction wondered to where I would jump to next. 'It would have to be someplace cold, I don't want to go home and change' I thought looking down at my odd but unique style of clothing 'London? No its all ways raining this time of year and I don't have an umbrella' The only other place I could think of was jumping to Vancouver.

I finished off my coffee, stuffed my book into my messenger bag and pulled on my coat and scarf. It was bound to be snowing in Vancouver by now

I loved snow.

After an hour or two of window shopping in Vancouver, jumping from place to place I had found a few new books and bought a bagel (which I was currently eating) I let my eyes wonder across the vast amount of slowly melting snow that covered the large and normally rocky landscape. 'I really should head back home soon' I thought to myself, once before I had gone missing for an entire day and my friends had all but sent out a national search party for me.

I felt shadowed however and I bought my attention to the man walking beside me. The guy I was facing was tall and heavy built. He was wearing a grey suit, his dark hair slicked back. Now one would not think this odd while walking the streets, a man in suit passing by. What was odd however was the fact that the streets had suddenly gone quiet and the mans deep brown eyes where focused exactly on my own.

"Wha-" I started, but I never got to finish my question as the man beside me lunged, pushing me to the ground. I barely had time to move before something shining shot towards me.

"Got you" His voice was as dark as his appearance. Electricity was running from my arm to every inch of my body, tremors passed over me one after the other.

I could hardly hear the mumblings of the suited man who had done this too me. Whatever had been thrown at me was causing a pain so excruciating it made every nerve ending in my body pulse.

I tried a jump, honestly I tried to but my head was on fire and a blackness spotted my vision. After blinking through the black spots I caught sight of the man that had done this to me, standing beside my writhing body he seemed reluctant to act but in his hands was a heavy looking metal object that he could easily be killing me with right now 'What the hell is he just waiting for?' I questioned myself

I tried to jump again, this time moving slightly to the left away from the man. 'Yea not a good idea' my small jump made him finally move and in a few steps he covered the distance I had just put between us. I closed my eyes as a new wave of pain hit me, the shocks to my body finally beginning to take a toll. I could barely make out a coherent thought as I writhed on the ground except for one 'Just make it stop'

Then it did. Well sort of.

My body was aching like never before but the fresh waves of electricity, of fire, had stopped coming. As I tried to calm down I realised something was wrapped around my arms, pinning them to my side.

And then I became aware that someone else was here, I sensed a sudden but oddly familiar presence. 'Was that a jump?'

To the sounds of a scuffle I struggled against the wire that was wrapped around me, tugging it off a wave of dizziness hit me but now free from the electrifying pain my energy was slowly returning.

Now free I looked up from the ground through my damp hair. Two men where fighting in front of me, the suited man who had hurt me and my saviour who I noticed with a shock was jumping too.

He never got caught in one of the electrifying weapons like I had, he was jumping practically every second to avoid them. Finally, as he appeared behind the man in the suit he managed to grab the weapon and unmercifully bashed the suits head in with it.

Happy with his success the jumpers attention now turned to me. He was short-ish, with wild light brown hair, dark clothes that seemed to match his mood, and battle mad eyes that made me want to run.

So I did.

I jumped.

As I stumbled my way through the streets of Dubai all I could see in front of me where those deep blue, angry eyes of the jumper that had saved me.

The look on his face had caused me to run, along with the fear the attack had caused of course. My head was still buzzing slightly, pain still convulsed through the arm that had been shocked but I could still sense another jump. The blue eyed jumper was following me.

I jumped to the Great Wall of China, then to Egypt, then to London, finally coming to stop at Tokyo's central station. I waited for him to catch up then walked up behind him, clutching my still sore arm "Subtlety is not your strong point" I told him as I walked belong side him.

"I wasn't trying to be subtle love" he smirked sauntering up the sublevel stairs and out onto the street. "I was following you to get their attention"

"Who- whose attention?" I stuttered all ready knowing and fearing the answer. He turned to me with a smirk on his face, his blue eyes piercing into my own before he pointed his finger behind me, towards an ally.

"Whats up boys?" two menacing men, holding weapons similar to the one of my attacker in Vancouver walked through the darkness of the alleyway. They remained silent as they advanced.

I had no time to comprehend what was happening before the two mean shot at us, harpoon like wires extending from the end of their weapons. 'I guess that's what hit me' This time I had the sense to jump, I landed to the left barely missing the thick wire that had been shot at me.

I was too tiered and too sore to carry this on for long, I was faltering and barely had the energy left to make another jump after attempting to loose my 'saviour' (who had ultimately used me as bait) The blue eyed jumper seemed to notice my weaning energy, and just as another electrified wire made its way towards me he reached out and jumped us both.

"What the hell-" I coughed as I landed face down in sand. "Where in hell are we!" I yelled, the world started to clear as I struggled upwards. I could feel myself wobbling as I stood, I felt like I was about to collapse right there in the sand.

The blue eyed jumper was all ready a few steps ahead of me but I could clearly hear him yell back "Lake Placid!" He laughed "The dessert dumbarse! Where'd ya think?!"

"Well of course, thanks for that Captain Obvious" I moved to catch up with him but had been jumping and running for how long? Either way I was weak and sore and trudging my way through all this sand made my legs burn with pain.

"Don't ask stupid questions if you don't want sarcastic answers love"

We slowly approached what looked like a massive rock that had been dumped in the middle of nowhere, there where a few things stacked up outside of the entrance but other than that? Yea it was just a big rock.

I followed the jumper under, well into I guess, his rock not really paying attention to the words that where coming out of his mouth. 'What the hell has just happened?' I questioned myself 'Is this shock? Who the hell where those stick guys in suits? Why the hell does this dude live in a friggin cave? Oh he's talking to me'

"So listen you can crash here for just the night, but then you have to be gone tomorrow. I'm not a kindergarden teacher, I don't mould well with people, unless im bashing their heads in… then I guess I mould pretty well" The jumper went around the small room and rifled through some of the many papers he had around.

"Leave? But what if those suits find me again?" I asked, panic tinged my voice.

"Then that's your trouble darlin'" It was at that moment I realised two things. One; this guys accent sounded English, two; he knew how to fight those men and I didn't.

"My trouble? It was my trouble just but you had no problem helping me then! You have to help me learn how to fight them!" The blue eyed jumper was still rummaging through some papers. Many where drawings, others pictures but most of them where maps and notes.

"Yea well hate to break it to you love but that knight in shining armour bit was a one time deal" He frowned for a second as he straightened up, then went back to whatever the hell he was doing "We're even now"

'What?' "We? Who's we? I mean it seems like I should be making even with you not you with me?" I told him, still cradling my arm 'Damn thing is fucking sore as hell'

"Your dad, you know 'im" The jumper turned towards me "Tall, dark hair, brown eyes and goes by the name Mal" the jumper handed me a photo "The name's Griffin by the way"

"Teresa" I told him as I looked down to see Griffin had handed me a picture of my father. "My dad? How do you know my dad? He's meant to be in Spain working not running around caves with… people like us"

Griffins eyes darkened slightly "Listen it a lair right?! Not a cave, and your dad Teresa? Yea he is like us and last I knew he was in Japan, not Spain. Your dad helped me out of a tricky spot a few years back so in helping your arse me and him are even"

"My dad can jump?" Griffin sighed before walking across to another pile of papers, this time stacked beside a tv.

As he searched through these he answered "Even better, the man hunts paladin"

"Paladin?"

"You don't know anything do you?" for the second time Griffin straightened up and handed me a photo, well a series of photos this time of myself "Paladin are religious fanatics who hunt jumpers down. I, and your dad I guess kill them" As I flick through the pictures I land on one of myself in Japan, it was time stamped two weeks ago. "I took them from a paladin i killed a week back, they've been tracking you so I figured if I followed you I'd get to hunt one and pay your dad back"

Griffin shot me a small smile before turning his back on me and sauntering over to his sofa, he collapsed onto it while letting out a huge sigh. After a few seconds of silence, in which my mind was raging war over whether or not to take Griffin up on his 'one time offer' or not I walked over and softly sat beside him.

'I am a Jumper.' I thought to myself 'My father is, so I guess its in the genes.' My shoulders slumped slightly at the thought of my father and I looked down at the picture of him I still held in my hands. The sense of not truly belonging that had followed me round like a shadow was beginning to lighten just a little, there where two other jumpers in the world.

Sure one might seem like a bit of an arrogant bloodthirsty prick, but he had saved me. Glancing up I saw that Griffin had closed his eyes so I took the chance and examined the guy a bit more. His jeans were a rough blue, almost black and he wore a black shirt under a worn leather jacket. His hair was short and a bit messy, it was the most distinctive thing about him and a deep brown covered in numerous streaks of blond.

"I take it this means your staying?" Griffin mumbled, his lids opening to reveal his now serene blue eyes.

"Looks like"

He nodded before letting out a grumble and then shoved himself up off the sofa "You take the couch, don't forget tomorrow your gone" I didn't have a snappy retort to that, so I merely nodded.

"I'll be out of your hair tomorrow" He stood before me, stretching his arms above his head in a yawn. "And Griffin? Despite that you did it for your own pompous reasons, thank you for today. For saving me." as he lowered his arms he seemed to be debating with himself for a moment before he let out another sigh and rolled his eyes.

Griffin nodded, just simply nodded.

Then sleep took over.