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It took a matter of too many jumps to count before Alan caught himself in the cold ice of the Arctic crawling through the snow as his legs seared in pain.
He had been running throughout Montreal before two Paladins' caught sight of him, giving him quite the chase before he lost them with the final jump.
From his chase he earned a few bruises and cuts, none fatal or past any hardened veins and bone but some that stung when he moved a certain way or felt his skin crawl for an itch.
After this entire race he went through Alan was pretty sure if they didn't find this Jumper he was going to lock himself in his room and sleep.
He didn't care if May thought they needed to go out again, he was going to sleep in that nice warm bed with the comfy pillows that sucked his head in like a vacuum.
Trudging through the white cold Alan tugged at his sleeves, hating that he wasn't wearing proper clothing for the destination.
Adding to his thoughts of his warm bed he also decided a nice hot shower was in order, and the minute May argued him he'd take all the hot water so she could freeze her ass.
'She deserves it' Alan thought bitterly as he stomped around looking for either a jump scar or an entrance to some place in the miles and miles of ice and snow.
Crossing his arms over his chest for some form of heat he avoided tripping a few times, not bothering to put his hands out for a safety net but instead jumping ahead a few feet to he could get into a faster stumble that could steer himself straight and balanced.
By now his jeans were soaked cloth clinging to his calf muscles, not even letting the tiny bits of condensation sneak in as they weighed him down.
What exactly brought a jumper out to live in the arctic? They'd probably be forced to eat snow cones day after day.
Alan figured his grumbling wasn't helping any as he came to a stop by a hill, slumping down at the top as he looked around in the tiny blizzard of falling snow.

"Pneumonia here I come" He sighed exhaustedly and leaned back, bringing his watch over his face to check the time.

May had a bad feeling in her gut as she continued checking her watch every two minutes, only forty eight minutes were left and still ticking down.
Swallowing the lump in her throat she tried again at the locked door, jiggling the handle mercilessly with no progress.

"You know you could knock" The British accent flowed over her ears and made her stomach flip tightly.

Looking up to the only window that had been covered previously by the curtains she saw him hanging out with a bored expression.

"You knew I would come, why should I have to knock?"

"Cause you ain't invited" He countered, watching her closely for a response before he nodded in approval of her silence.

Kicking at the streets she looked around again, not a single person had passed by her in over ten minutes and that worried her to some extent.
It was silent around her, not a single face could be used for comfort.
She felt utterly alone on the streets and this feeling was like a strangling sensation wrapped around her throat.
Her hands found the front of her shirt as she began ringing it tightly, causing wrinkles and stretches to form as she tugged it wherever she could.
Above her the jumper went unnoticed as he watched her face turn from curious to panicking in seconds; he had seen it before and certainly didn't want to deal with it again.
The last person who had that type of look on their face had clung to his arm for half an hour straight and cried, pleading with him not to leave their side for fear of being alone.
Now admittedly he wasn't the most social person and he lacked skill in that area, but the minute someone started crying all the feelings of guilt yet disgust filed into him like a marching band and he was cornered.
His urge was to jump the minute tears appeared, avoid returning for as long as he could, forever if possible.
That was what he did last time, but of course he did return, returned straight to something that haunted him to this day and made him fear those big ugly tears and awful weeping noises that rung in his ear drums.

"Err, you aren't gonna cry are yah?" He called down to her timidly.

Looking up May shook her head and fought off the blurry vision that came with tears, "Of course not..."

"Oh god" He muttered as he looked around helplessly and hoped someone would just come down the street and take her away already.

Rubbing at her eyes May allowed her feelings to once again bottle up and took a deep breath to clear her thoughts, she only ever cried when Alan was gone but he wasn't gone now so she needn't fear.
When she returned in thirty nine minutes Alan would be sitting there smiling with some big news about how he found the jumper or a saddened feature that meant leave him alone he had no luck.
Deciding that she needed to simply keep herself in check and fight off the stupid feelings of abandonment May turned back to face the freaked out jumper and raised her fist to knock on the door.
She watched as his face shifted quickly from scared she would cry to a whole other description, something that could only be described as something stuck between an ignorant curious but annoyed look.
Rapping her knuckles against the wooden door she watched as his head rolled backwards in frustration and he jumped from his position to somewhere else she couldn't see.
A second later the door was jerked open and there he stood leaning casually against the doorframe.
May couldn't help but take him in as he stared right through her, arms folded across his black tee covered chest, every now and then tugging at the black leather jacket.
Finally having enough with her staring he opened his mouth to answer something sarcastic her way only he was cut off as she brushed past him and entered the house, looking around and memorising everything inside in case she ever had to jump back.

"You came looking for me" May spoke to him casually over her shoulder.

"And why the hell would I do that?" he scoffed and slammed the door closed when he realised what she had done.

Shrugging she picked up a porcelain doll off the counter and stared at its chipped face, lightly brushing off the dust with the bottom off her long shirt that acted as a dress.
It was quickly ripped from her hands and placed back in its spot carefully, given tender care that meant it had sentimental value he probably wouldn't share.
May watched as he began walking up the staircase, jumping at the fifth step to the top of the stairs.

"What's your name?" She finally decided on asking.

He ignored her as he continued walking, entering a room right on the left wall.
Huffing in frustration she jumped up to the top stair and entered the room filled with books and papers, "Who's the writer?"

He answered without looking up from a book that twisted in his fingers, "Mum loved books"

Bouncing on the balls of her feet she took in the dust that seemed to cover every inch of the house, "So are you going to tell me your name?"

His fingers snapped the book shut with annoyance and he jerked around to face her, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he jumped to stand a few inches apart from her, "None of your damn business"

He jumped away again and started moving out of the room, knowing she was following as she groaned loudly and jogged to keep up.

"Hey come on, I thought we had a little sharing moment there?"

Snorting he carried on down the stairs to an area that resembled a kitchen but looked too destroyed from some fight with a cracked flooring and burned countertops.
The refrigerator door was stuck open and a loud buzzing noise resonated from it.
Her fingers run smoothly over the bumpy wallpaper that had been shifted from the amount of heat that attacked the glue underneath.

"What's that tattoo for anyway?" He spoke up, eyes looking down at my left wrist where my band was held.

Glancing down at the band with small print inside it that was thick to make it look full I held my arm up into the light to examine it better.

"I got it to kind of remind myself of the things I once had" she answered with a curt shrug.

"Got any more?" He asked again as his hands found a small tub of peanut butter.

Nodding May watched his back, "Sparrow outline"

His blue eyes shot over to her curiously as he wordlessly asked where the tattoo was.

"Listen I need your help, all you have to do is help us train a bit, take out a few Paladin's and help us track down this bastard with white hair"

His back went bolt straight as the name fluttered into the air and seeped into his brain from the description, his heels spinning him around abruptly as he stalked over to grab the front of her shirt and forcefully pull her forward as they jumped to a room inside the house.

"You leave Roland to me; don't be getting yourself into things you can't handle. Now I think it's about time you get lost"

"Two days, it's all I ask then!" May begged as she cut him off before he could walk away.

"No" He growled wanting nothing more than to punch her, he really didn't care if she was a girl or not.

Groaning and bouncing on her heels May looked down at her watch with a horrified expression as she realised she only had another twenty minutes left, how could she convince him in less than twenty minutes?
Agitatedly she began pacing before him thinking about excuses she could make up to Alan for being a little late.
But then her mind reminded her she half only ten minutes after being late before he took off, they promised each other they would.
Of course though there was always the tiniest part in Alan that forced him to stay put and wait things out, he didn't like fighting and violence and he sure as hell didn't like leaving people behind.

"Why do you keep looking at your watch?" His voice broke her out of her thoughts, eyes whipping up to see him grabbing things off shelves and place them in a cream coloured bag she never noticed with him before.

"I kind of have a time limit," she answered with a shrug before adding, "I'll make you a deal, how about you jump wherever the hell you want and if I manage to find you, you help us?"

"No" he rolled his eyes and turned to face her, now ready to jump her wherever he wasn't.

"Why not? I'll do anything! Please! I know you can help us!"

"No" He finalized and jumped straight to her, grabbing onto her shoulders and jumping them together to some place in Asia where she was surely never to find again.

He released her with a quick shove and jumped right back as May landed on her ass in the middle of nowhere.
Looking around unhappily she realised it wouldn't be the best idea to follow his jump scar and chase after him again, she supposed she tried and when she saw him again she'd try some more.
Now sitting in the middle of a place she barely recognised however she felt her rage boil up as she struck the ground with a sickening thumb in her right hand, cursing heavily when she hit too hard and actually bruised her fingers.

"Dammit"