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, But when she's sent to track and Kill David Rice things get a little over her head.
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 Seven: A rainy day
I jerked forward, taking all the air I could muster and shoving it into my lungs. My nails dug into the handle of the door breaking a few nails as I did. It hurt to feel every part of my body clench and not let go, like an electric shock. I felt the myself swerve before hitting my head on something hard, it wasn't half the pain I had been in only seconds ago. I jerked forward before landing back on something soft and before I could say anything I looked over to see Michelangelo...Michelangelo wait he was dead! I had gotten him killed, I had dragged him into this world he or anybody was supposed to know about. Upon watching his lips move I realized that we weren't back at the house, we were in a car...my parent's Land Rover. Was it all just a nightmare? Something made up in my subconscious? But it was so painful, did I dream that up to? My body relaxed before it clenched again when Michelangelo's hand placed it's self on my cheek. It was warm, not like the fire that coursed through me just mere seconds ago. "Katie? Katie can you hear me?" his voice sounded so far away.
I shook my head trying to clear it of everything "Ugh yeah" I breathed out
"What happened?" his hand dropped away leaving the spot that he had warmed now cold
I blinked my eyes a few times before I found his ocean eyes full of worry "I think it was a nightmare...but it felt so real"
"Jesus you scared me" He leaned back against the seat "some nightmare?"
"Yeah" I looked around trying to find a tear in this reality, I could still feel where Roland had plunged the blade into my chest.
Michelangelo looked at me again "You okay?"
I tried to nod but my head was starting to pound "I think I hit my head"
"Let's see" he reached across and cupped my chin in his hand, he examined it a little "I'm sure you'll be just fine, just a little bump"
I closed my eyes after he let go of me and leaned back into the seat. It was hard knowing that I would probably have the save images in my head for a while. I rubbed the sweat off my face with the arm of my jacket, I had become awkwardly warm and so had the inside of the Rover. I rolled down my window before Michelangelo pulled off the side of the road and back on course.
The clouds looked like they were following us as we rolled into the busy streets of the city. People, lots of people, all just wandering around in their daily lives. Michelangelo wove the Rover around the pedestrians before stopping at a small parking lot. I took a breath before opening the car door, I caught a glimpse of the sliver bangle around my wrist and all that I had imagined came back to me, the paranoia. "I say we get this done as fast as possible" I spoke roboticly.
"Okay, I'll get the food and you get the household crap" Michelangelo said as he stood beside me.
I nodded "Meet back here in an hour and we'll go get some clothes"
It kind of felt like a military command mission, both of us were solders. I walked to through the streets finding store after store of just tourist items, finally after my long twenty minute search I found a housewares store. A list in my head guided me to find the things I needed. Okay so, towels, hand towels, light bulbs, some tools, and a few more things to help fix up the house. Before I knew it I was already rung through and on my way back to the car, maybe normalcy was easier than I initially thought. Michelangelo was already at the Rover with the groceries loaded behind the back seat, my things were a little bigger than food. He helped me place them in the second row of seats and made sure that they didn't fall over for fear that the light bulbs would break...but they didn't. We both walked silently to a clothing store he had found on his way the his stores. The outside was a warm tangerine colour painted on the stone walls and the wooden door a deep brown. It was nice with racks of sale clothes outside the store. We knew that I wouldn't want Michelangelo hovering around me as I picked out my clothes so he wandered off into the mens clothing while I stayed in the women's area. The inside of the store was the same tangerine orange but the shelves were a bright turquoise colour that contrasted to the stone walls. I picked out a few pairs of jeans all a different shade of blue. I kept some rules in my head for picking out clothes, Nothing to revealing, easy to run around in, and absolutely no white. I picked out a bunch of t-shirts and sweaters since the fall season was coming, and a couple hats that would help me blend in with the tourist, some vests, scarves, and some delicates. "You done" Michelangelo's voice came from behind me it wasn't that, that scared me it was the darkened, blue lacy underwear in my hands, I wasn't going to buy it I just picked it up to look at them "Nice" he chuckled out.
"You're so immature" I tossed the lace back into the shelf and followed him to the counter with my clothes on my arm.
The sales woman -a short, older, New Zealand local- looked at Michelangelo funny as he limped to the counter with two arms full of clothes. "Need help?" she asked walking out from behind the counter.
"No, no I'm fine" Michelangelo smiled as he stopped at the counter "I broke my leg snowboarding" he leaned in closer to the woman unbeknownst that I could still hear him "The girlfriend thought a vacation would be great, but they lost our luggage at the airport"
My face turned hot as all the blood pooled there, his girlfriend? I knew he was lying but he could have said sister or something else...not girlfriend. I watched the woman draw in a gasp then shoot me a quick, small smile "Well then I can't charge such misfortunate people, take those clothes...on the house"
"No I couldn't" I wasn't used to such generosity "We couldn't"
"No, no, no I will not let my kindness be rejected now take those or I will be forced to have my sons escort you out" the woman bantered back smiling as she did.
I didn't really want to cause a scene since it would attract so much attention from the tourist and locals alike. I let out a sigh and nodded at Michelangelo, I bet his accent could get him anything he wanted. "Let's go Michel"
"Thank you ma'am" He smiled that crooked smile and hobbled out of the store, myself following him.
The look on his face was like that of a hero defeating his life long rival. It was tiresome to watch him skip down the uneven sidewalks and into the car. "How do you do that?" I asked shutting the door as I slid into the seat.
"Don't know but I have been doing it since I was little" he smiled as he turned on the Rover
I rolled my eyes "you and your accent"
"Oh it's not the accent, my lovely girlfriend" he mocked me as he backed out of the parking spot "It's the whole package"
I pretend gaged "sorry, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit"
"Funny" He laughed and sped down the road onto the highway "but who's the one that got you those oh so nice clothes?"
"Whatever" I waved him off and slumped in my seat.
As we were on the way home the rain pelted down on the Rover like bullets. Fat rain drops covered the windshield even when the wipers were on the quickest they could go. I didn't like it even if Michelangelo had more experience than anyone I knew, which wasn't many people. I tried to look out my window but the massive rain drops blocked my view and blurred the outside world. If we had gotten into an accident surly I would survive but Michelangelo would be even more hurt than he already was. I turned to look at him. His eyes darkened from the lack of light in the Rover but they were still piercing through the glass of the windshield, unblinking, as if he could see through it. His knuckles were white as he tightened his grip even more on the steering wheel and I could see his arms clench when he was nervous. I finally was able to make my voice come out of my mouth "How about we pull over and wait till there's a lull?"
He finally looked over for a millisecond then turned the wheel so we pulled off onto the gravel side road. He sighed as he turned the key off to save the gas in the tank, which also turned off the lights and heat. The silence cut through the Rover like a knife through tension. I leaned back against the seat taking in the sound of the harsh drops on the Rover. Weird, it was sort of calming. "How's your head?" I herd Michelangelo asked from the darkness
"It's okay" I almost whispered out
I didn't see him nod but I felt it. Once my eyes adjusted to the light I could tell that the rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon which made me nervous since I didn't know how long the change frequency of the tracker would last. They could have been coming up on us right now. I involuntarily I turned in my seat to look out all the windows "What's wrong?"
My head spin so fast I felt dizzy as I slumped back into my seat. Michelangelo had pushed his seat back so he could lay on his back, when had he done that? I shook my head "Nothing" sighing I pulled my jacket closer to me feeling the dampness outside trying to cling to my skin.
"Cold?" he asked
"No, I'm fine" I said bluntly
I herd him shift in his seat and saw his shadow pull his jacket off and use it as a blanket around himself "Hey you cold?" I asked back
"No just trying to get more comfortable" he yawned "I think were going to be waiting a while"
"Yeah it's raining hard out there" Our small talk was comforting enough for me
The rain seemed to pelt harder on the Rover as I closed my eyes "what did you call me at the store back there?"
His question was so random I almost brushed it off and pretend I was sleeping but my words bubbled over my lips "Hmm, oh..umm...Michel"
His voice was slightly happy and I could tell he had a lazy smile on his face "I like that"
"Okay" I yawned myself but I pulled myself out of it, I didn't want anymore nightmares.
The Rover was silent for a long time, a comfortable silence, like a warm blanket on a winters night...whoa metaphor alert! My thoughts even seemed to relax but again I pulled myself out of the impending sleep. I watched some brave drivers driving slowly through the rain, it hoped that they would be smart and pull over until the storm was over. Roughly an hour since we stopped Michelangelo was softly snoring in his seat and I counted the number of thunderclaps that rattled the car...fifty-six. It had started getting cold ten minutes ago and I had pulled my jacket even more around me. I hadn't even thought of grabbing some sweaters from the back in case it would wake Michelangelo. I could hear a dull whine for about a second before it happened. I turned to see two bright headlights swerving in the deep puddles of rain then spin in circles. Without thinking my body covered Michelangelo's when the spinning car hit the back off the Rover. The Rover spun into the middle of the road. Then skidded to a halt jerking our bodies. Michelangelo was awake when I grabbed a hold of him and both of us were breathing hard "You okay?" he asked, he knew what had happened.
His oceanic eyes bore into my, worry that I couldn't imagine, why would he worry for me I got him into this. I searching his face for something that would say otherwise, contradict his eyes but nothing. Weren't people supposed to look after number one when emergencies happened, here he was asking if I was okay. I wasn't able to say anything before we herd a screech and everything went black for me.
"Oh my god! Someone call and ambulance!"
"Is there anyone in there?"
"Has anyone checked the other guy!"
My head pounded as my eyes fluttered open. I groaned when I moved my body, it ached badly. There were so many noises that it was hard to pick out one. People were screaming, the rain was still falling, A few sirens whined through the screams. My throat was dry and it burned and when I tired to speak my voice wouldn't sound anything. When I tired to open my eyes Something blurred my vision, it wasn't rain, or darkness but when I brought my aching hand to wipe it away it was sticky. My eyes focused on the crimson liquid on my fingers...blood? I scanned the scene around my, my world was upside down, literally. Michelangelo? Where was he, was he safe? A groan sounded near me. I turned my neck only to become light headed. Then I saw him, Michelangelo, he didn't look good. A long gash rounded along his eye brow and cheek, he also refused to open his eyes. His face was covered with blood. I reach other over touch him but my body ached more that I knew. I had put him here, if we hadn't gone to town we wouldn't have gotten caught in the storm and we wouldn't have been here. I didn't want to go to the hospital so without even a thought I gripped Michelangelo's shoulder and jumped. I didn't know where till I opened my eyes. I had gotten us a few meters from the Rover, enough that we wouldn't be seen. Shit, the Rover was lying on it's roof, the back and drivers side totally destroyed. Two other cars had hit the car and neither of them looked as bad as the Rover. I pulled Michelangelo's body closer to me as the rain pelted against us, his body looked mangled, his already injured left leg had a long rip long the flesh. Before I could even say anything my body screamed out against everything. I gritted my teeth and followed in step with my body letting out the loudest scream I could managed. Being here wasn't going to help at all and when I looked up from Michelangelo's body people had been running towards us. I jumped again hunching my body over Michelangelo's. I only remembered one other safe place "David!" I yelled out, there was no more rain, no sirens.
"What the fuck!" I herd a woman's voice behind me
Tears threatened to breath free from my eyes yet they were still slaves to me and I wouldn't let them fall. "Kilo? What the hell happened"
"It was raining, fucking car hit us then..." I trailed off trying to get my breath back.
Everything told me to hold on to Michel with everything I had, I had forgotten everything except for saving him life. My hands were clenched around his ripped shirt and wouldn't let go of it at all. I wouldn't let go, this was my fault and I wouldn't have that blood on my hands, ironic eh? "Kilo-"
"Katie" I corrected through gritted teeth
Michelangelo's chest rose and fell in short breaths, he was in trouble. "Katie you need to let Millie look at him okay...you need to let go"
My fist clenched harder and I could feel my short nails cutting into my palms, but soon after I was ripped away from him. Two strong arms around my waist was all that was pulling my own aching body away from his. "No Michael" I twisted in the arms "Fucking let me go!"
I kicked and punched away from the arms but nothing helped and in a blink of an eye the arms jumped us into the a room, a darkened, blue coloured room. I trashed away from the arms "Katie stop!" it was David's voice "You need to calm down!"
"Michel!" I yelled then my fighting stopped and I slumped against David's arms letting the demanding sadness consume me.
David let me go and I curled into a ball and cried into my arms. I had killed Michelangelo, I killed him.
I didn't know how long I had stayed like that but I had run out of tears to cry, I finally let go off everything I had been building up, My anger, sadness, hate, jealousy, fear, absolutely everything. I cried for everything bad that happened in my life. I sat up my body stiff any still aching from the crash. When I managed to keep myself sitting I saw David sitting in the corner his arms folded in front of him and his eyes closed. If he was sleeping maybe I had been here a while. I surveyed the room, white scratchy carpet, blue walls, a small bed in the corner, a few chairs, a small window on the far wall. I guess this was where guest room. I stood feeling my legs shaky and unwilling to carry my body weight but I willed them to keep me up. "You okay?" I jumped at the sound "sorry"
David had not moved from his position but his eyes were following my small movements. "It's okay...yeah I'm fine."
"Good" I watched him stand and stretch "Millie said she did as much as she could"
"Michelangelo"
"Millie's got a certificate in emergency first aid so she looked after the guy"
"Michelangelo" I corrected him
"Michelangelo" he smiled "But maybe we should get Millie to look at you, you don't look so good right now"
"I guess" I hadn't had anything done to me since I jumped to the Paris apartment
We both walked down the hall to another small guest room, I bet David was in luck with this apartment, it was bigger than I though, bigger than last time I had seen it. There was a whole second level, and a spiral stairs that reached it. I managed to get a peek at the living room the walls where a light smokey brown with accents of red in the furniture and curtains. There was a lot of long narrow windows lined up on the wall. I thought it was nice, no white at all. As we walked down the short hallway I had felt like my whole world had fallen down on me and I had the strength to push it back up. An although my mind felt like that my body hurt like I had just gotten into a car crash...oh wait I did. David stopped at a wooden door, it looked heavy but I saw David open it with ease. I stepped in not giving myself to read the room I focused in on Michelangelo. He was lying on a double bed, covered in a dark blue comforter. He was pale and his breaths came out is uneven rasps, hard as it was to see him hurt it was equally easing to see him alive and still taking horrible ragged breaths, but breaths none the less. I waited for David or a very pregnant Millie to say something yet neither of them said a word. "Is he..." I couldn't finish my question before Millie spoke.
She looked the same as she did in the pictures that they had taken but a glow of motherhood surrounded her as she pushed herself out of the chair she was sitting in. She held her bloated stomach like any pregnant woman would "He's better than he was last night. I say he should go to a hospital but...David convinced me that it wouldn't be the best for him or you"
I gave a small nod and reminded myself to thank both of them later. David put a comforting hand on my shoulder like an older brother comforting his little sister. Millie smiled at me before speaking again "He's got a huge laceration on leg, a few cracked ribs, his shoulder was dislocated, you know the normal car accident injuries. Nothing that I couldn't handle"
I nodded again before opening my mouth to say something but I was cut off by David "Maybe we should let him rest"
"Yeah" I breathed out and followed David and Millie down the hall to the smokey brown living room.
"I'll get us some food" Millie said before leaving us in the doorway to the living room.
"Katie" it was nice for someone to say my real name, to bring me back to Earth "none of this is your fault"
It was like those words didn't register in my head, like they were just a joke I could brush off. It seemed funny to me and I breathlessly chuckled. I could see David's face had strewn into something that could only be puzzled, well if he thought I was crazy then hey he would have to get in line with a bunch of people that also thought the same. He gripped my shoulders and shook me lightly "Seriously Katie...it's not your fault"
My shoulders shook but not because I was laughing but because I had started crying again, a feet I thought not possible after my last cry-fest. For the first time in years I felt someone's arms wrap around me and pull me close. For the last ten years I hadn't felt anyone wrap me into a hug, much less one to make me feel better. I clutched onto David as if he was my last line to sanity...and in reality, right now he was. "Katie he'll be fine" he whispered
I nodded and slowly we let go of each other "Thanks David" I managed to say
"how about we get you cleaned up" David smiled
I nodded and followed David into the kitchen. I could smell the food Millie was cooking "The food will be ready soon" she said in a sing-song voice.
It smelled like melted cheese and crisp toast...grilled cheese. David pulled me closer to Millie "Can you fix her up?" he asked cooing into her ear
Millie giggled and pulled away from David's hot breath then turned her brown eyes towards me. Her eyes scanned over me assessing my condition. "Yeah but how about we eat first?"
I nodded watching Millie pile the grilled cheese sandwiches on some plates then placing them on the small counter "Dig in" she smiled.
She didn't look like she had just saved Michelangelo's life, she didn't look panicked, scared, or terrified at all. She didn't look like she was just an innocent bystander that had been pilled into this, she looked like she accepted it.
Lee: so this is my first chapter in a while and since no one reviewed well I went ahead and wrote it already.
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Lee: I really think this is my best story so far. I really tired to make it about character, about Katie
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Katie: YEAH SHUT...wait
Lee: your a dumbass!!! lol
Katie: so...
Lee: nevermind your hopeless.
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