*Author's Note* I do not own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox (that includes David, Millie & Griffin)! I do own my original characters Leah (Jennings), Fred (Collins) & Zoey (Rook) so no stealies!
Leah POV
Sometimes Griffin can get on my nerves. And that pisses me off, because I don't like getting mad at him. But I was pretty frustrated when he told me about David and his hinting on finding another Jumper.
"Really, Griffin? Why didn't you go speak to him?" I asked, though not surprised at his judgment. He glanced at me before answering.
"Cause I don't like him, let alone want to talk to him. And second, for all we know, he could be working against us or… some damn thing like that." He waved his hand in the air, ignoring my eye roll. I sighed and watched the computer slowly upload something.
"Still… if he found another Jumper, my plan-" He interrupted me before I could finish.
"I know, I know- the plan. But think, Leah, think! Do you really think we can get an 'army' of Jumpers? To go against Paladins? There aren't enough of us to spare…" He muttered, ignoring my face of anger and hurt. He clicked the mouse angrily, cursing under his breath.
"It's not working," I said, trying to get him to lighten the mood. He fell for the bait right away.
"Yes, I f***ing know! Thanks Obvious!" I stared at him, inches away from his face and said, "That's Captain Obvious to you." Then a smile spread over my face and I jumped back to the couch, landing nicely on my back.
"Oh, shut-up," he muttered again though I could hear the amusement in his voice. Moments passed as I fiddled with my hoodie's zipper. Then Griffin shoved back the keyboard, knocking it to the ground and got up. He cursed, stomping all around the Lair. He shoved and pushed things out of his way.
"Computer not working?" I asked, peeking over the couch's back. I watched him, toss paper around. Some floated nicely to the ground while others flew everywhere.
"No, damnit! I mean, kind of… I don't know! It's like… like…" His voice trailed off, his eyes widening from a realization. He jumped back to the computer, blowing things around. Rarely did Griffin ever make sloppy jumps, rarely! So I became truly frightened. I peered over his shoulder, watching him mess around with the computer.
"They find out… find out about our hacking…" He spoke, almost confused. I frowned, not surprised.
"Shouldn't they have found out sooner?" He slowly shook his head, anger starting to pour into his voice.
"Nope, they wouldn't. Their sites are blocked so strongly… almost no one can get through- how they do it, I don't know. But I got through and have stayed through ever since. They wouldn't just magically realize…" He clinked the link, or whatever, site and once again, he was blocked. He suddenly yanked out the cables behind the computer, tearing everything out.
"Take it out, jump into the ocean- anywhere!" I nodded, jumping to Greenland.
I stumbled over the ice and frozen water, my teeth already chattering. I tossed into the water, watching it sink. I jumped back to the Lair. Griffin was already packing everything, grabbing wildly around.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer me; he jumped around the rooms. He completely ignored me.
"Griffin!"
"Look, they hacked into everything I had on there… everything! Every f***ing person I've tracked, killed and hunted! And-and…" He shook his head angrily, whipping out a lighter and starting a picture on fire. He tossed it to the ground, starting a small fire. I watched in almost dismay.
"What can they do?"
"…" He didn't speak; he was speechless for some reason. The hair on the back of my neck rose in suspicion and fright as he whispered.
"They can track us now," he huffed angrily, shoving something into his messenger. I started to help him; he handed drawings, newspaper clippings and other papers to me to burn. The fire ate it up angrily.
"For how long?"
"The longer we stay in any place. They're getting more people, lots of more citizens. They're extended their branches to police officers, detectives… why didn't I f***ing see it before?!" He cursed angrily again, his fists clenching the air.
"Griffin…" I whispered, rubbing his shoulder. He shook it off; his blue eyes a terrible and wicked blue fire. Suddenly, with realization what he just did, he turned to me.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled under his breath. I pulled him into a hug, trying to control the panic in my chest. He gave a swift kiss to my cheek before resting his head on my shoulder. I pulled us apart, still gripping his hand and said, "We'll get through this don't worry." I smiled and he couldn't help but give a small smile back.
Then we heard them, talking outside the Lair. We both froze, not even moving a muscle. I could see Griffin's face getting red from not taking a breath. I turned around slowly and then recognized the voice.
"Oh, come on, Zoey! Don't such a-"
"Oh yes, Fred! I'm the one with the problem! This practically breaking and entering!" I pictured Fred rolling his eyes and dragging Zoey along with him. I heard Griffin let out a string of curse words directed at them.
"Oh, you're no fun sometimes!" Fred complained. Griffin stood almost on top of me, his arm bumping into my shoulder. I glanced up at him as he tried to control his emotions. Rarely did he show all what he was feeling around me, let alone strangers. And those strangers were people he didn't like. This was going to go well!
"Come on in!" I surprised them both because I heard Zoey like a small scream. Fred, instead of screaming, cursed.
"Holy shit! What in damn hell- oh, Leah!" He spoke, blushing bright red when he saw us. Then it went away as he noticed the burning fire and the Lair a complete mess. Zoey hovered behind him, their hands entwined.
"Uh… did we come at a bad time?" I shook my head, pulling on a smile.
"We plan on moving… just getting rid of some stuff." I said, nodding. Griffin went back to what he was doing before: grabbing things and tossing them into the fire. He jumped all the furniture outside as Fred, Zoey and I spoke.
"Someone is having a rough Monday," Fred whispered under his breath. I frowned; was it a Monday? But I shoved the random thought into the back of my head. Griffin glared at him before jumping again, with the chair.
"Hi, I'm Leah." I extended my hand to Zoey and she shook it, a smile on her face.
"Zoey, as you can guess. And that must be…"
"I'm Griffin." Griffin's voice was like a cold knife towards Zoey. She merely nodded, unmoved by his voice. Or she just ignored him. Fred stiffened next to her and I could see the multiple times they met each other's eyes.
"Moving, huh? Looks more like you're pissed off about something…" Fred commented. His eyes wandered around the Lair. I mentally smacked myself and glanced at Griffin. He ignored me, packing stuff into a bag.
"Uh… no, we're just moving. We think, um, Paladins may know where we are here so… yeah, we can't get found." I grinned at him; probably the most stupid-looking, fake grin he has ever seen. But Fred didn't comment on it so, I figured he didn't guess it… or was going to wait till he can corner me. Great!
"So how's the bar?" I asked, peering around Fred to watch Griffin uncover another ATV (he destroyed his first one, so of course, he stole another one). Fred shrugged and said, "Same old, same old. Though, we're getting more people on Thursday nights now." He grinned.
I didn't find out Fred was musically talented till he called me once, only a week or so ago (we were staying at a hotel and I was able to leave a message on his voice mail, telling him our number). Then he continued to describe Zoey's voice and I believed him. So, now he plays guitar or bass (whichever band member isn't there since they switch off every Thursday night) for the band. Billy actually was able to teach the newest drummer, since he was a past one though he couldn't play half the time, and soon enough, was able to get a full band going.
"That's good…" I said, watching Griffin kick the ATV in frustration when it wouldn't start. He was really trying to avoid them, wasn't he?
"So… where are you guys staying?" Zoey asked politely. My face drained of color. Crap! Never thought of that! They didn't know that we didn't stay here at night. Of course, before I could speak, Fred suggested an offer I couldn't refuse.
"You could stay in the empty rooms about the bar. Billy and Claire only use one bedroom as storage and I think there's a working bathroom." I heard Griffin's dry laugh.
"You think, huh?" He then rolled his eyes, picking up his messenger bag. He disappeared in a blink of an eye. He was probably heading back to the apartment. I shifted uncomfortably under Fred's glaze.
"Uh… why, sure. Um, thanks! Tell Billy and Claire that we would love that! Also, tell them that we'll pay-" Fred laughed; it echoed in the almost empty Lair now.
"Trust me, knowing Claire and the way you guys look, no offense," I raised an eyebrow that made Zoey laugh and made Fred look a bit uncomfortable, "she'll probably think you're starving…" I smiled and started to push him out the Lair's entrance.
"So… I take it you didn't like my joke?" Fred asked nervously with Zoey behind me, trying not to laugh.
"No, I didn't. Change of subject, did you jump here?" Fred glanced around at me and I just realized how tired he looked. I spoke in a quiet whisper.
"You haven't gotten any stronger?" He blushed slightly and gradually shook his head. I bit my lip but patted his shoulder. He'll just have to keep practicing, I guess. Fred grabbed Zoey's hand, flashed me a smile and disappeared. I glanced at his jumpscar, which was obviously there. I sighed unhappily and walked back to the Lair.
