Disclaimer : Full rights go to the writer and the creators of Jumper with the exception of my own characters and their storylines, im a kid so please don't sue me (if you do I only work on minimum wage so it will take yonks to pay fines off)

Ok readers, Im baaaack! Finally I know, but guess who was stuck at her uncles house in France because of the bloody smoke from the damn volcano? Yupp me, I was one of the lucky ones though who had a place to go and a willing uncle who paid out for us a ferry : )

A quick thank you to my reviwers, your all going to find out whose jumpscar Resa jumped through so i hope the little twist is liked!

To make up for the long wait im giving the chance for two of you to be in the fanfiction, and yes it is one of those create your own character things im afraid.

One character would be a Paladin, so if your interested in writing me a villain then this bits for you : ) I also need another Jumper who may cause our protagonists some problems so if your more of the comedic writer then this character may appeal to you. Everything else can be of your own creation.

First id need the basics, name and age and gender and description (you can include pictures if they are based on actors/actresses or drawings) Then if you get really into it a small personal background would be really great. When your done just send your ideas to this e-mail

CharlieAnn90 hotmail .com
(just remove the spaces)

Feel free to send as many ideas/versions as you want, just name the email with something like character ideas and so on then sign it with your name and blahh blahhh! So yea, I hope to get some replies as it will make carrying on easier : ) Enjoy the chapter, next one soooon!


Chapter Nine
Inside the Pappas Den


'Oh for the love of Metallicar' I thought 'If this is who I think it is I swear im going to combust'

You know in horror films when you see the killer stood behind whose about to be 'offed' next? The person does this whole wide eye dramatic turn and melodramatic gasp of shock then runs?

Well it felt like I turned in slow motion but personally I think it was due to the fact that I was concentrating on keeping my head about me and trying not to faint. I looked out of the corner of my eye first, glancing a slightly blurred brown head of hair and a dark blue trench coat.

Fathers - if you're a girl, sometimes they can be darn annoying. Of course, I've only had the one biological father; no stepfathers or 'surrogate fathers'. I could have been unlucky and had a real bad fuck up of a father, instead I had a man that held just a small air of abandonment and got away with it because 'hey, he was just doing his job'.

It's a possibility that everyone else's daddies are just spot-on perfect but in a world of billions of daughters and fathers, I'm assuming that's not true.

But I bet every other girls father isn't a jumper masquerading as a travelling architect

What I knew of my father was that he tended to be uncommunicative, argumentative, defensive and every other -ive you can think of.

According to my dear old mother, I appear to have inherited his short-temperedness gene (along with the jumper one) "The Hell Dad?" was all that came flying out of my mouth as I finally faced him.

"The hell? What the hell are you doin jumping through random jump scars Teresa? This is the dumbest thing you've ever done" Never the one for small talk was my father. No hugs or greeting and words of comfort where to be said between the two of us, I could tell. When it came down to it my father could be all business.

But there was no harm in a little childish back chat.

"I don't know about that, remember the whole Christmas thing with the turkey and snowman? Mom got piss….." Apparently reminiscing was not on my father to do list today as he took a step towards me, his face frowning in anger. There was no way in hell he was going to get angry at me, not after all (or technically the little) he had done to me over the last few months. "Oh speaking of mother, you know she's dead right? Me too nearly, only I had half the right mind to get the hell outta there before the boogie man known as Roland tried to stick me with an electric tazer."

I stood firm, my arms crossed tightly across my chest as my fathers face softened. "You had me worried, vanishing like that." He told me as he removed his coat "I relaxed after I found out that you where safe, hidden away with another jumper."

As he seated himself upon one of the dark brown plushy chairs that where dotted around the room, I realised that this was where I would find out what the fuck had been happening behind doors my whole life.

"You just relaxed?" my voice was dripping with the sarcastic tone I had mimicked from Griffin "But what about mom?" I asked "What about the people at home that I just vanished on?" My father made a motion with his hand that I recognised well. 'Shut up and listen, you'll will find out' A childhood obedience made me comply and the questions on my tongue eased.

I seated myself opposite him, my mind emptying of all thoughts about Griffin, Millie and David. "As you know by now we aren't the only jumpers, there are as far as I know still quite a few of us left. The reason why I was never around Teresa, the reason why I haven't come to find you any sooner is that I keep these jumpers safe. While the Paladin hunt us to kill us, I hunt us to keep our kind hidden. To keep us safe. When I discovered you where with Griffin O'Conner I knew I wouldn't have to worry about you for a while"

"About Griffin" I started "He never really told me the details of how you two know each other, just that you helped him out of some trouble a while back" I knew that at this moment I would never be mad at my father for his up and leaving me, I was never really that hung up on it in the first place really but now…. well now I knew he didn't just do it to earn money. He was doing to help people like us.

My father nodded his head "Yes, it's a story quite similar to your own Teresa. You see Griffin could jump at a very young age, yet he was reckless with it and became a very noticeable young jumper. Predictable, easy to track and easy to catch but Griffins parents kept moving around and became less easy to capture than the Paladin expected." I smirked at this, I guess Griffin learnt a few of his techniques from his parents. "A young Paladin by the name of Roland finally managed to track the O'Conner family down, God knows how but they died that night. Very much like your mother and very much like yourself Griffin managed to get away."

"And he started planning on 'exterminating' the Paladin?"

"Not right away" my father leant forward in his seat towards the coffee table between us, upon it was scattered pictures and maps resembling Griffins own collection. "As a boy he had no idea who the men where that killed his parents, just the name and face of the one who had stood watching."

"Roland" I looked at the photo of the distinctive Paladin, white hair and dark skin. It as him all right, just a little younger.

"Exactly. Now I have no clue what Griffin did exactly before he met me but I know for certain he was tracking Roland, not an easy feat might I add. I was impressed. So in turn I started tracking him, making sure he would remain safe. Quite simply put, Roland latched onto him and created a trap. Griffin got caught and I helped him out."

"Which is… just what you do?" My father smiled at me, the smile I got every time I asked him why he had to leave after every Christmas. "If you knew the Paladin where so dangerous then why did you leave mom and me alone? Unprotected"

A deep sigh emitted form my father, and in a very recognisable action he clasped the bridge of his nose between his fingers "Listen now Teresa, and listen close. I am sorry for leaving you alone with this, I spent as much time away as I did so that your mother and you would be safe, that the Paladin could not trace me to that house! I had no idea you could jump until I heard about your encounter with the Paladin, after that it was too late"

"By then you knew I was safe with Griffin, sure." I mumbled "Was everyone tracking me?" I asked him, his brow furrowed slightly "The Paladin to see if daughter was like father and Griffin was just looking for bait" I explained

My fathers deep laugh filled the room "He used you as bait?" he asked before muttering "Typical" under his breath. "Now, I need you to explain why three jumpers where so carelessly jumping all over the world?"

I let out a slightly nervous laugh, after all my father had just told me he came off as a very hard-ass, play by the rules kind of jumper. Yea, didn't want to piss him off. And he looked pissed off "How? Where you just following us?"

"Yes I followed you, Griffin and that Rice boy after seeing you kicking up the sand in Egypt. Care to tell me why you where making such a spectacle?"

"Its all Griffins fault really, he doesn't really do the hero thing." I answered "Then again we wouldn't be in this mess if David wasn't so careless and had lead the paladin back to the lair" I ignored my fathers attempt at trying not to laugh at Griffins naming of his home and carried on "We fought the Paladin there, after they kept Davids jump scar open with some weird machine thing"

"The manipulator"

"We destroyed it, but only after the Paladin pulled Davids girlfriend Millie through to the other side."

"And im willing to be David wanted to go in after her?" My father asked as he pushed himself up from his chair and stood, his arms crossed across his chest.

I nodded. "But Griffin thought they would be better basically bombing the place, blowing up the lair so the effect would travel through the jump scar. David didn't really appreciate the idea so that's what they where fighting over, the detonator."

My father stood nodding his head and muttered something about a 'good strategy' before asking me if I knew where the boys where now. I shook my head. "Because you jumped through the wrong jump scar?"

"Yup, there where two. David and Griffins then yours I guess. I have no idea where they are now or if Millie is dead or still alive. If Griffins still alive" A stifling silence filled the room after this, my mind had wondered to Griffin and David and my fathers mind was elsewhere also.

"Grab a shower, some food and sleep. Im gonna jump around, follow a few leads I have on some Paladin and see if I can catch our bearings. I'll find Griffin and then we can get him together."

"Dad, NO! After everything, all the time ive spent looking for you, wondering if your still actually alive, please, I've gotta be a part of this fight. I cant just sit and wait! I've been doing that for most of my life!"

"Teresa!" my fathers voice was stern but exasperated as he grabbed his coat and swung it back on, well who wouldn't be 'exasperated' after delivering a great revelation to someone you had practically abandoned? "Please. I need you safe, to stay here. I cant keep myself and you alive while the Paladin are on high alert. For all we know they have capture two of us by now, lets not make it four"

I nodded slowly, finally seeing the sense in his words. "You'll come back this time right?" I asked

"Yes. I'll find Griffin, make sure the dust is settled and then we will bring him back safely. Together"

Again I nodded, my tightly crossed arms providing little comfort. Never one for long goodbyes my father strode over and wrapped his arms around me, placed a kiss on my forehead then jumped.

Despite the fact that my father was good at what he did, he hadn't been caught yet had he? I could not shake the welling feeling of dread, if my father didn't come back (and in all honesty his past disappearances made it the stronger possibility) what would I do then?

For the third time in my life I felt utterly alone, lost and confused.