*Author's Note* I do not own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox! I do own my original characters Leah (Jennings; aka Gloria Smith if you haven't figured that out XD) & Fred (Collins) so no stealies!


I knew I had angered Griffin. I regretted the words as soon as my big mouth.

"I didn't know you," He said coolly. But he looked down, but I could see that he was struggling not to snap at me.

"Not that you know me now," I thought. I shook my head, ashamed suddenly of my actions. I had no right to ask him… I rolled my head back, breathing slowly. I closed my eyes for a moment as I pictured Kevin. No, I wont forget him.

"I'm sorry Griffin," I muttered. I kicked a rock halfway across the parking lot. We both watched it bounce away. I heard him mutter a response but didn't bother him to say it again. A silence became us. Not an awkward silence for me but just a peaceful moment, more or less. I thought about my question to him: where was he? He was there; he took me when I was a mess and he saved my life. Knowing Griffin that was very out of character.

Fred said find Kevin… I can't find him. He's gone, dead, passed away, kicked-the-bucket; however you want to put it. I sighed and glanced up at the sky. A raindrop landed on the bridge of my nose and I stared into it harder. The sky seemed to darken quickly as we stood there for a moment. Of course, it started to pour. Hard.

I started to laugh uncontrollably. I smiled, remembering how much I had loved the rain. It always felt so soothing on my skin, if not a bit cold too. It was so calming when I lay in bed when it steadily beat on the roof. I didn't stop laughing as Griffin cursed and jumped away. I was still snickering when I followed his jumpscar. "You're such a wimp," I thought merrily.

I appeared in a small apartment. It was very generic; simple bed, plain walls, a small TV, a bathroom Griffin's new lair, no doubt. He came out of the bathroom, running a towel through his soaked hair. I couldn't help but think of that silly little lizard in Ireland… and when it crawled through his hair. I chuckled again, folding my hands behind my back and eyeing the room.

"What are you grinning about?" He asked. His clothing was still dripping wet but he couldn't have cared; it was his hair that he cared about.

"The lizard in Ireland that crawled through your hair… on the beach," My odd grin slowly dimmed out. Griffin rolled his eyes as he tossed himself onto the bed.

"I should have skinned that thing," he said loud enough for me to hear it.

"You know, I have met some crazy guys. The first one, was my closest thing I had to family and he pretty much went psycho; the second may or may not have been a bit obsessed with me but I loved him anyway; the third was… well, speechless to be honest and now the latest, is dead because of me. And what you know, I'm still alive." I shook my head, feeling my face fall into my hands. I tried to push the sobs down; I could imagine myself shoving and kicking, biting if I had too, to escape from my emotions… Griffin made it so easy.

But I was always weak. The tears flowed and I jumped to couch, out of Griffin's direct sight. I angrily whipped them away, trying to get a hold of myself. I turned my head away from him when he hopped over the back, landing next to me. He silently offered a towel; he didn't make direct eye contact. I couldn't control myself; I grabbed him in a hug and wouldn't let go.

Griffin POV

For a moment, he heisted to shove her off, or jump away… but something hit him. She needed someone by her side. Would he be the one to push her away… again? Slowly, he returned the embrace. He pulled her close, feeling her tears soak into his shirt. She could have it if she liked…

For a couple of moments, she stopped crying. He glanced down and saw that she was asleep. Her hands hadn't let go of his shirt. He silently grinned to himself, a cocky and arrogant smile. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her a bit closer.

You'll piss her off so bad… he thought happily to himself. He didn't care; she couldn't resist him. Then again, he couldn't resist her. He grabbed the remote swiftly off the coffee table, slipped his shoes off and placed his feet on the top. He started to flip through the channels when his eyelids drooped, threatening to close. As he lowered the volume, he dropped the remote and fell asleep.