Undercover Jumper

By: MusicIsMySoul

Jumper FanFic

Disclaimer: I do not own "Jumper" but I would LOVE to own Hayden Christensen...oh how I love him so!!

Summary: Kilo649 is the one and only Paladin's undercover Jumper, Seeking out and killing her own kind. She's sent to track and Kill David Rice things get a little...complicated.

Authors Note: I just watched this movie a few nights ago and I couldn't get my own spin on it out of my head so here it is for all of my readers.

Chapter four: Pyramids of Egypt

I couldn't explain where we were, I just remembered the pictures that were taken of this place. I tried to remember but having Michelangelo's fear ridden eyes burning into me made my thoughts clouded. This place had been of David's partner, what was his name...ugh Michelangelo stop staring at me! I pushed some hair out of my face, it was bright here, really bright. Must have I left my things back in that room, or at least it could have jumped with me. Sighing loudly I pushed myself off the ground steadying myself on a crate beside me...I was tired from the surprise jump with all those things. When I looked around the room it was in a mess... darkened burnt ashes of paper across the floor, multicoloured wires that had been cut, and light sand everywhere. My feet acted on there own as I wandered through the mess pushing some things out of my way. I noticed that there was no door just a wide open space the faced out into the desert. THE DESERT, no, no, no. This would the easy to find me. I bet Roland and his men were already on there way here, damn this tracker. I looked at the silver bracelet around the wrist and wondered if I would ever escape, like a prisoner from an old movie. You know rides off into the sunset never to be seen again, that kind of thing. I herd Michelangelo's voice behind me "Where the hell did you take me?" surely enough he had taken his eyes off me for one second and looked around.

I ignored him for a few minuets until I spotted a desk, a really big desk. Most of the remaining papers had been burnt but one caught my eye, it was tacked to the wall. A picture of Roland, it was blurry and in black and white but I could still make out his disgusting white hair, but there was two other people in the picture. A small boy probably no older than fourteen and an woman...his mother. The picture was taken from a far distance and I could see a large plane in the picture. I pulled the picture off the wall tearing a small bit of it in the process. My eyes didn't leave the picture until I herd a crash from behind me. Michelangelo was standing by a few crates that had fallen over "Don't touch anything!" I yelled at him and he raised his hands as if to show he was surrendering to the police...HA! Like I was anything close.

I shoved the picture into my pocket and turned around, he was staring right at me "Stop doing that" I told him

"Doing what?" he shrugged his shoulders

"Staring at me" I said walking towards him

He might have tried not to but he started backing away as I came forward, he was scared...still scared. I didn't know why but I stopped and decided against going any closer "What did you do to me?" he asked, I knew he wanted to know but they would kill him and me if I told him.

"I didn't do anything" I said "You were here when this happened" A lie I could only make up right then

He narrowed his eyes and stood his ground "No I wasn't. I was with you in Sydney, Australia just a few minuets ago"

"What are you talking about?" I said acting as if what I had said was reality "there was and explosion"

"STOP!" He yelled stomping his foot towards me "I'm not crazy so stop making me think I am, I know what you're trying to do and I won't believe it"

I sighed and turned away from him, he could easily see through what lies I could tell him, as transparent as they already where. I took a few steps away from him then glanced over my shoulder "I can't tell you what's happening. They would kill you if you knew what they are"

"Who?" he asked

"I can't tell you" I said going back to the table looking for nothing but my eyes still skimmed over the remaining papers.

I herd him let out an angry breath and take a few steps away from me. When I turned I could see him gathering things that had still stain in tacked, an empty plastic bottle, a piece of black fabric torn and sandy, and a few other things...then it clicked. "No!" I yelled and walked towards him "You are not going out there"

"Don't tell me what I can and can not do, because since you're not going to tell me what's actually happening then I'm leaving" He started looking for some other things.

"Please, you'll die out there" I didn't know why I cared since I had never really was interested in normal human lives but I wouldn't let him just walk out and kill himself in the desert "There isn't any water for miles out here"

"I'll get by" he rolled his eyes.

Thankfully to him when he pulled on the lever for the tap, sputters of clean water came out as he filled the empty bottle. I knew if he left then the desert would kill him, but if hey stayed they would make it all more worse than death. I grabbled onto his jacket as he tried to exit the cave "Please" I knew he wouldn't stay but I tried anyways

He snorted at me and turned his ocean eyes back into the sun. I saw him tie the black rag around his neck then pull it up around his nose and mouth...good way to keep the sand out. I turned away from him, it wasn't my fault...I told myself that for hours.

When I finished going through everything, all the papers, news reports, pictures, letters, even some videos. Thankfully I had found a small TV and DVD player that worked under all this mess. The DVD's where all jump sights, thousands of jump sights. I made sure that everything I found went back into its original place, no one besides the Paladin would know I was here...like anyone else would find it. It had been exactly four hours and twenty-three minuets since Michelangelo had left, since he last looked through me with his ocean eyes, since I hadn't felt guilty. It wasn't my fault. I turned to look out into the bright desert as if I would look as see him standing there, but he wasn't. The sun was at its highest and he would be baking out there...I knew he wouldn't last any longer than anyone else. I jammed a few papers into a torn messenger bag I had found under the desk and covered my face with the scarf that was stain around my neck this whole time. It was no going back now...I followed the still visible footprints jumping a bunch of times to get there faster. The steps followed a straight line for an hour until I found the empty plastic bottle hidden in the white sand. It was hot and I wouldn't even last long out here. They started to zig-zag, the footsteps told me Michelangelo was close and very weak from the heavy uneven steps. I stopped dead in my tracks, the sand warming my feet even through my shoes...Michelangelo. He was stumbling, almost crawling. My brain went on overload when I saw him half dead, I jumped back to the cave and filled the plastic bottle as much as I could with my hands shaking so badly, then as fast as I could I jumped back. Michelangelo had already been on the ground by the time I gotten back, stupid me...I was to slow. My feet ran as fast as they could my brain to busy to even try to jump. When I got to his body my knees gave out and I feel forward...this was my fault. "Fuck" that was the only word that I could get out when I cradled his head in my hands.

I opened the bottle and poured some of the water into his open mouth. His lips were cracked and swollen, his skin a light red around his eyes, and sand everywhere. The rag that was around his face had fallen back to his neck and had done nothing to help him. The water looked like it was helping, his lips weren't as sad looking. "Michelangelo..." I whispered, thinking if I spoke to loud he wouldn't reply "Hey. Get up, 'kay?"

I didn't know why but right now I would have made a deal with the devil to get him to stand up. A groan made my chest tighten "God dammit" a loud scratchy voice said

He sounded like sandpaper had gotten stuck in his throat "Michelangelo..." I almost hugged the guy when his ocean eyes and looked up at me.

He didn't smile just licked his lips to get a little moister back. I leaned the water to his lips and poured slowly, he had other plans and gripped the bottle with a weak hand a chugged half of it down. "Hey slow down there" I whispered.

I had pulled his head into my lap to shade him from the sun, he didn't look happy to see me only to see the water that came with me. When I his eyes finally met mine after a few long minutes he spoke...quietly but still he said something to me "thanks for...helping me out" his eyes left mine and looked at the half empty bottle.

I nodded my reply and looked out into the brilliantly coloured desert. Okay so I got here fast but how were we supposed to last with so little water. The cave had to be a few hours away and I wouldn't be able to carry him all the way back. I sighed loudly and readied myself for the jump...actually the questions that he would ask when we got back. Before I could even bring myself to jump the howl of helicopter blades came from above me. Sand whirled around us, I tired to cover Michelangelo with my body, his hands weak as they were nudged me away. It hurt that he wouldn't even want my help in his time of need...how could I blame him. The sand scrapped on my arms and back it hurt but it wasn't enough that I couldn't push it into the back of my head. When the sand had fallen and cleared I could make out the outlines of four figures climbing out of the big black machine. One standing in front of all of them...fuck-tards! White hair...this wasn't real. The desert did play tricks on people so this had to be a mirage. "Well, well, well..." He chuckled "When I herd you had jumped here" he didn't finish his sentence.

I watched as the three other men, dressed in all tactical gear pulled out those stupid fucking sticks...I called them 'Jump sticks' cause they stopped us easily. "I know you're going to take me back but he doesn't know anything" I looked down at Michelangelo then back up at Roland "Leave him somewhere safe"

"It's not your division Kilo649" Roland said as he signaled the three to come after us

One of them pried Michelangelo away from my arms then tossed him into the helicopter roughly as they pulled hand cuffs onto my wrist. I guess my mind went from surrendering to going crazy. My elbow connected with the first guy I could see. He flopped on the ground when the second one let go off my arms and wacked me in my ribs with his Jump Stick. I had to breath for a second when I herd Roland chuckled from where he was standing. Everything turned red. I spun and kicked the second guy in the side of his head then watched him spin to the ground and sinking into the hot sand. "Nice work Kilo649" Roland smiled "I guess our training worked"

Before I could react the third guy that had disappeared behind the helicopter had fired something at me. The sting of a blade cut into my shoulder, I could take that. Then the shock came, the shock of 10,000 volts of electricity running through my body and my brain. I collapsed onto the sand. Every Muscle in my body clenched and wouldn't let go, even my thoughts stopped for a few seconds, I had forgotten everything...how to breath, to listen, to think. This was the only physical weakness to a jumper...the only thing that really stopped us. "They all go bad one day" Roland said...at least it think it was him

The shock stopped for a second then came back full force. It was the pain that made me scream out. I tired to pull away from the pain, nothing happened. I clenched harder feeling my nails digging into my palms and my teeth gritting together, everything hurt. "God Damn you Roland!" I managed to tell through my teeth

He chuckled again knowing I couldn't kill him "Take Kilo649 back to headquarters"

"And the boy Sir?" the third man asked

Roland's dark brown eyes stared at me, he didn't even break contact when he spoke "Leave him here"

Something in me clicked, the 10,000 volts felt like the shock from a small battery when I stood. I pulled the blade from my shoulder and launched it back at the third man. He collapsed into the sand, the blade thrusting from his one eye socket. Roland stared at me with puzzled eyes "How..." It was all I could get out before I charged at him.

He ran into the helicopter that was still running, the blades didn't move but he hadn't stopped the engine. I jumped into the seat beside him throwing my entire body into the punch that connected to his cheek. The floor beneath me tilted and spun. The Helicopter was spinning and Roland was behind it. I dug my fingers into the seat hoping I could hold on till I could kill him. The world outside didn't matter it was just me trying to kill my enemy. Each nail on my hand felt like it was ripping apart, I couldn't hang on much longer so with the amount of will I had he my other hand flew forward and tore through Roland dark skin. He yelled out in pain and the next thing I knew I herd one of the worst sounds ever.

BANG!

When I opened my eyes...I was floating. The sky was above me the air was in my hair. Wait! I wasn't floating...I was falling. Falling from the helicopter that Roland was in. Did I kill him? When my body hit the sand it wasn't soft as it looked. All the air humanly possible in my body wasn't there. No breath. No nothing. Just blue sky...now darkening into nothingness. I closed my eyes trying to bring my breath back but nothing...I started to panic when my lungs started burning from having no oxygen. Then when I willed my lungs to breath they did, and my body hurt...everything hurt. I coughed a sputtered as I jotted upright. I turned my head to the side ignoring the sharp pain that came with it, Michelangelo had fallen out of the helicopter just like I had...but when it came to who was stronger I won. With all the enhancements I had gotten I would be fine in a few days...well the soreness would be gone I don't know about the huge gash I had in my shoulder. He was crippled on the ground on his side...it looked like he wasn't breathing either. I shakily stood dragging my feet as I rushed towards him. "Michel..." I managed to say out loud

He groaned and rolled onto his back "what the fuck!" he yelled wincing in pain when I placed my fingers to check his pulse, pieces of ripped skin under my finger nails.

"Hey" I whispered "Calm down"

"Kilo649 is still active" I herd from behind me

Shit! One of the guys, I couldn't tell which number, had called back to base about my status and was pointing his gun straight as us. I herd the deadly shot go off in my mind...but nothing happened. I had shut my eyes so tight I hurt when I tried to open them my body yelled at me to keep them shut. Only a voice cause me to open my eyes. "Where are we?" I herd Michelangelo asked weakly.

I manage to make my body open my eyes...it was dark to see anything, but the salty smell told me where we were...this was my house...

Lee: ewww Roland's skin!

Kilo649: I know (shakes hand) it won't come off!

Lee: ew, ew, ew, ew!!!!!

Kilo649: get it off, get it off, get it off!!!!

(Both hop around freaking out)

Michelangelo: (gives nail file)

Kilo649: thanks (pulls Roland's skin from under her nails) yay!!!

Lee: thank god!

God: yeah thank me...

Everyone: next chapter coming soon...