Warning: Eventually slash, might be some cursing!

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A/N: So, this is the next chapter! I really enjoy your reviews! I am -as you know- not from an English speaking country and I have only written a several-chaptered FanFic once before! Please keep telling me what you think and what I can do better! Also, I have to admit I have never read the Jumper-novels, but I will! Please remember this, when reading and keep in mind that this story is solely based on the movie Jumper!

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The Solitude of Heart

Chapter Three

"Vacation"

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David rubbed his temples as he twisted the knot above the sink to make the water flow, a frown evident in his face. Now what was he supposed to to? Things had most definitely changed and by the looks of it, the changes was impossible to ignore, not to mention avoid. Groaning vaguely, he cursed to no one in particular and raked a hand through his hair.

Could he, or should he tell Millie at all? How would his girlfriend react to the fact that the man who'd tried to kill both her and David was coming after them again? And not only that, but he was accompanied by David's own mother, Mary, who was also after killing him off.

Surely, she would not be pleased.

The blond gave a small sigh as he threw some cold water in his face, the icy droplets running down his neck and over his bare chest. This was not going to be easy. He could already imagine how Millie's face would look if he told her about Griffin's appearance.

She had never really liked the Englishman. Not after he'd been willing to sacrifice her to blow up Roland. David himself had not wanted to tell her that, but the petite brunette could be rather demanding at times, not to mention stubborn. David had not gotten away with telling her only half the truth. Millie was not dumb. At all. So he had reckoned it was probably best to tell her everything before she found out otherwise and gave him hell for not telling her.

Anyway, he had no idea how she'd react to Griffin's return, but quite honestly, he hoped she would be composed enough not to have a fit. He doubted it though, but when it came to Griffin, he really did not know. And yet, even if she took it well, he'd still have to tell her that he was going to work with the Englishman once again. And that, he thought as he bit his lip, could become difficult.

Griffin had left him with nothing but an address in the form of a picture, and the blond did not even know where it was located. The other jumper had never told him, and David reckoned it was probably for safety reasons. This way, no one but him would be able to go there. He could bring someone with him when he teleported, but the blond doubted Griffin would be too happy about that.

Drying his face off with a towel, he stuck his hand in the pocket of his jeans, took out the picture and carefully unfolded it. The small, rectangular paper showed nothing but a room and just like Griffin's previous hideout, he walls were covered with drawings and photos of what he assumed were Paladins.

Some things just never changed.

As he made his way out of the bathroom, the blond remembered the first time he'd been in the Englishman's cave in the desert and how Griffin had gotten barking mad once he figured he'd been followed. With a small frown, he recalled the memory of a pissed Griffin, frantically playing away at video games and shouting at him to stay away from the walls.

To his day, the blond was not exactly sure of why the brunet had not wanted him to see what hung there. He assumed it was because that was where the other Jumper kept most of the information he'd been collecting about the Paladins and wanted to keep it to himself.

Griffin had always been an undefined mystery. David had never fully been able to figure him out. In fact, he had not even come close. The thing about the brunet was that he was extremely hard to read. Sometimes, he seemed like a blank slate, completely ridden of emotions, while the next, he was nothing but a ticking bomb, waiting to explode. David had never met anyone with such a temper, or ever changing moods. Not even Millie was that extreme when it came to shifting from happy to sad in a matter of seconds.

Closing his eyes briefly, the blond recalled the several occasions he'd seen the other Jumper incredibly pissed off. Griffin had often directed his anger at the other Jumper, and David assumed that was just understandable, seeing as he was actually the only person Griffin could feel somewhat relaxed around, or at least had been feeling relaxed around.

He suspected that after the whole 'detonator-fight' the blond had lost whatever trust Griffin might have showed him in the past.

Clearing his throat, the blond clenched his jaws and suppressed the urge to growl. Damn that stupid brunet! Why did he have to make things so goddamn complicated. With a little sting from his conscience, David reminded himself it was not actually Griffin's fault that Roland was back, but he needed someone to blame and therefore, the Jumper would have to tolerate being the object of his frustration. At least for now.

He tried to go back to bed as soundlessly as possible and begged to whatever omnipotent force that might be out there, that he would not wake up Millie. Luckily, the Gods were on his side, because he managed to crawl back to bed without as much as making her stir. When he was lying safely under the covers, he tucked the warm body of his girlfriend close and with a mental sigh, he remembered Griffin last words.

"You're going to have to participate in this David. Whether you want to or not."

That, he thought darkly, surely was the truth.

With those last, depressing thoughts, he drifted off in a dreamless slumber.

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"David!" Millies voice echoed through the hallway and David looked up from the newspaper he was reading when the outer door slammed shut.

"Yeah?" He replied a little curiously. Then, before he could do anything else, an object came flying at him, landed in his lap and crushed the poor newspaper with a tearing sound. Feeling how said 'object' squirmed in his lap, the blond Jumper let out a small laugh. "Jesus Millie! Since when did you gain the ability to jump?" The flurry of brown hair and black clothing that was currently straddling him let out a giggle and then proceeded with settling quietly atop of him in the chair.

Millie grinned down at him, her chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guess who I just ran into?!" She sounded so excited, David could not refrain from chuckling.

"Who?"

She heaved dramatically for air before piercing him with her gaze. "Lily!"

He stared dumbfounded at her and she groaned at his confused expression.

"Lily! The girl I used to work with back home!" She looked at him as if she expected him to start bouncing in joy.

David hardly remembered anyone by that name, and he could not recall a face. "Oh," was all he said.

"David!" Millie laughed, but hit him in the shoulder none the less. "You're so dense! You know Lily! Blond, tall, blue eyes?" She was clearly waiting for some sort of recognition from his side. Instead, she was disappointed when he just shrugged.

"Sorry, but I really can't remember her?"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You only remember the ones you find interesting don't you?"

Smirking, the blond let a hand run up her skirt. "Sure I do. I remembered you didn't I?"

Squealing, she swatted his hand away and jumped of him, only to have him standing right before her the next moment. Wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly, he pressed a kiss against her forehead. "I was joking," he murmured against her smooth hair, "of course I remember Lily. She's the one with the pirate-addiction, right?"

"Yes!" Millie leaned up and captured his lips for a brief moment. When she pulled back, she held his gaze for a couple of seconds before once again speaking up. "Would you mind it terribly if I went back home with her for the weekend?" She made a really cute face and purposely widened her eyes in a fashion that made the blond's heart melt even though he did not want it to. "Please David? I haven't seen her in a long time and she invited me along. Pleeeeaaase?"

Laughing a little, David nuzzled closer to her and gave her a peck on the nose. "Sure."

"Yippee!" She jbounced away from him and ran for the bedroom, assumedly to pack.

Shaking his head with a soft smile, the Jumper watched her disappear. She was such a kid sometimes. Millie never seemed to rid herself of her childishness, and in a way, David truly appreciated that. The way she acted often had him loosen up a little and forget about his problems. Millie was a fresh breath of air in his existence and he doubted he would have ever known how to relax completely without her.

Grinning, he heard her small squeals of joy through the thin walls and he could practically see her before his eyes, dancing around, throwing clothes in the air.

He loved to see her happy like that though and she deserved to be so as well. This trip could be nice for her. For the both of them.

In any case, he'd have time to pay Griffin a visit.

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Downing the last remains of his now slightly cold coffee, David let out a tiny groan of displeasure. His head was pounding like hell and all he really wanted was to crawl back to bed, instead of getting up and about like he'd planned. He'd not slept for more than a couple of hours, seeing as he had been thinking non stop about his upcoming journey, which was going to take place this particular morning. He had been twisting about constantly and ever time he'd closed his eyes, the picture of a pair of flashing, ocean orbs and a tantalizing smirk ascended on his retina.

Griffin.

The damn Englishman had been haunting his damn dreams even! As if he wasn't bothersome enough already?!

David had no idea of why his mind decided to get all screwed up every time he thought of Griffin. He truly hated the way he always felt somewhat awkward and undetermined around the brunet. Griffin evoked a kind of unsureness that the blond detested being confronted with and he could not define exactly why this unsureness always arrived along with the other Jumper.

He supposed it wasn't really all that odd, seeing as Griffin was indeed the person closest to being his equal. Yet, the blond felt like that was only partly the reason to why he lost himself like that around the brunet. Cursing under his breath, David grabbed hold of the coffee mug and stalked somewhat angrily towards the kitchen. He was not going to dwell about that just now. It was just too weird.

Griffin was weird enough as it was, and so was their relationship. They were not really friends, yet they had decided to work together and treated each other with a forced politeness. Slamming the cup down on the bench beside the sink, he bit his lip in frustration.

What the hell was he supposed to think about the whole situation?

Griffin surely would not have come to him if it wasn't for the fact that he needed the blond to solve this case, or at least felt somewhat bound to him. They shared the same fate somehow. If one of them was to lose against the Paladins, the other would most likely go down too and therefore, it was only understandable that they'd joined their games.

Neither of them actually had to want it to see that working together was the best solution the the problems, they simply joined because it was the smartest thing to do. A truth none of them could ignore.

They did not like each other or anything, they just did what was best for every one.

It was necessary. And even though this cooperation would probably lead to a lot of misunderstandings, fights, maybe even actual murder-attempts, they'd simply have to get through it somehow.

Considering this, it was not odd that David had a bad feeling about it.

He'd left Griffin in the bullet-rain for the sake of his girlfriend's safety and it was only expected of their relationship to be awkward after that. Right?

This was the rational answer to David's question, but it still did not answer fully why he got this uneasy feeling in his chest each time he thought about the brunet.

Lifting the cup and slamming in back down once more, watching how a small crack appeared in the white porcelain, the blond gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. This was going to be hard!

For some unknown reason, David felt like providing Griffin's head with the same damages he'd just given the porcelain cup.

To be continued...
A/N: Well, I just sort of made this chapter shorter than it was supposed to be, so that the updates will come faster. I am currently finishing my other progressing story, Shifting Roads, a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, which means I can't update nearly as fast as I want to on either sides. Anyway, I'm in a rough period at school right now, so therefore I'll be a little caught up, but I shall try my best to not leave you hanging for too long! I am so happy that I've gotten this amount of reviews already and you guys are really supportive!

There WILL be slash in this story and I intend to make this a rather long one. The chapters will become longer too, and I shall provide you with a lot of action ::Grins::

Also, I have to let you know that I do not, by any means dislike Millie! I love the girl, BUT I love Griffin more, AND I'm a yaoi fangirl... so... Yeah...

Thank you!