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 ten: Preparation

"I'm glad I was about to find your friends number, took a bit of finger twisting but I did it" his voice shook as he chuckled

I was frozen, could he easily find me, was the only way I would get away from him was by going to the fucking moon or something.

Michelangelo rushed into the room with David and Griffin close behind. I mouthed the acid word 'Roland' and I quickly realized that both of them were ready to jump when I got his location. I shook my head and they both jumpers backed down. "What do you want?" I asked calm, cool, and ready to rip his throat out.

"Well it seems that you or your friends are not going to willingly let me just have you" he was mocking me and everyone I cared about "So since our agreement is broken I guess that I have no use for some of my people that kept you alive"

I knew what he was talking about but the words were caught on my tongue. Would he be that much of a monster? Stupid question cause yeah be would be more than just a monster, he would be the devil himself. He spoke again "Now I'm sure that your family would love to hear that they were going to die cause little Katie wanted to be selfish and leave them all for a few people she hardly knows."

"You son of a bitch, I'll kill you!" I was yelling now.

"Oh Kilo I'm not sure your mother would like to hear how much of a potty mouth you are now" he chuckled again

"I don't even know if they're alive, I haven't seen them for ten years" I painfully stood.

"Then how about you talk to her" there was rustling on the other end then a crying voice spoke "Katie..."

"Mom?" I yearned to see her face in front of my very eyes "Mom..."

My legs gave way when she spoke again, Michelangelo clutched me to his chest before I could hit the ground "Katie, god I thought they killed you...were all okay, Ben and Alana are here too."

My breaths came in dry sobs "I'm coming for you, I'll save you"

"Katie don't...They'll kill you before you can get here..." her voice trailed off and yelling sounded on the other line, Roland's voice replaced my mothers "now Kilo your family will go free, unharmed, totally free if you trade places with them. You for your mother, sister, and your little brother."

I took a moment beforeI could speak again, the overwhelming fear that he would kill them like my mother said was keeping me from believing anything he said...not like I did normally "Where" I managed to say.

"Somewhere quiet, how about the Sahara Desert...no...what about...oh...we'll meet in Toronto at the CN Tower. None of your Jumper buddies come either. " his voice was mocking me.

"Tomorrow" I said before the other line went dead and I dropped the phone out of my weak hand.

My mother was alive so was my little brother and sister. Every muscle clenched painfully as I curled against Michel's chest. I would get them back, the one and only thought ran through my mind like a never ending circle. I was in pain, mentally and physically. I looked up at Michel's pained face "We'll get them back" he already knew what I was thinking...

I remembered back when I was normal, back when I woke up in the morning at 7:15am, I went to school, came home, and would fall asleep into the same routine again. I can't say I yearned for the dull evenings and methodical lifestyle but I ached for the feeling of love, the feeling of having somewhere to feel safe. Most of what I wanted never happened and this was one of those things.

Everyone seemed on edge for the rest of the morning and yet I continued to run every scenario through my pain clouded mind. From good triumphing over evil to Roland standing over a pile of our dead bodies I could always find a way to see it differently. I knew what I had to do and I didn't want it to happen, I had to give myself up. My mom, Alana and Ben's lives counted on my will to follow Roland's orders. Michel tired to figure out ways that we could all get there without being detected but I quickly shot them all down. They weren't coming with me. David or Millie. And Michel would stay here even if I had to break his legs. He would not die because of me. I had one day left before I had to go. I would probably die myself once Roland got his hands on me. Scratch that I would certainly die. If the last two weeks had been only because I escaped then this time he would kill me for letting my family go. He would be out a scientist and two prisoners. I also didn't know if he would kill my family once he was done with me but I had to give them a head start, I had to give them a chance after what I had done to them.

I paced back and forth awkwardly and mind you painfully on my tired feet. I hadn't let myself rest after the call. Michel tried to convince me but I refused to sleep. My body was aching. My mind was on fire. I could have stopped this a long time ago, I had the chance to end it...but...no I wouldn't die like that. I wouldn't give up to myself. I would go ahead with the trade and let Roland do the dirty, tormenting work. When a sympathetic hand fell on my sore shoulder I flinched away "sorry" it was Michelangelo.

"No" I felt guilty "It still just hurts, two weeks hanging by your shoulders is gonna hurt for a few days"

I knew Michel had let me sugar coat my pain "I should have taken you to a hospital"

I shook my head "No, you were right to bring me here. You would have gotten a lot of unwanted attention at a hospital"

He let a smile play on his lips, how I would miss those. Death seemed better than knowing Michel would be alone. He didn't have family like I did, like he said when I met him...he was a gypsy. He traveled so much cause he was looking for a home, some place to make a life for him. The only thing left behind from his relatives was the guitar and that was in the desert when we jumped away from Roland the first time. "I'm going alone tomorrow" I said bluntly

"I know you want to but" he trailed of and wrapped an arm around my waist, god I would miss this to "You can't go back"

"I know Michel" I leaned my forehead against his chest feeling his rapid head beat "But there my family, they won't have another chance to get out."

"Don't Katie, we can find another way. Maybe we can break in again-"

I cut him off "That won't work again. I've had my time on the outside and I wish I could stay but its my life or theirs"

"Katie don't do this, don't go" his voice fell into a whisper "We can beat them Katie. Were the good guys, we always win"

I backed away from him, a pang of anger rose in my chest "This isn't a movie Michel. Good doesn't always win. And even if it was I'm the bad guy. I killed people!"

"You saved people too" his face softened "You saved David and Millie and me"

"I was sent to kill David and I disobeyed orders. I would have killed you to"

"but you did" his hand pressed against my cheek

"I would have" I backed away from him

He shook his head, the pained expression on his face hurt me more than I could ever expect "No, no Katie don't do this. Don't push me away"

I took a few more steps to put distance between us. I couldn't look at him, couldn't look into the deep abyss like eyes of his. This hurt me more than it would hurt him in the long run. "Katie...please" he tried to come closer but I jumped to the other side of the room.

Every muscle in my body told me that it was to much and I was struggling to stand. A fire burned every part of my body but I still held my ground. The look on Michel's face stung me even more "Leave..." I whispered out.

He threw me a look of sadness before slamming the door shut. "Nice work" I herd the British accent from behind me.

I couldn't deal with some stupid asshole right now "Go away" I held back the tears.

"No really, I couldn't have done it better" he smiled taking a bite of the shiny red apple in his hand "pushing lover boy away so he'll take you leaving better"

"shut up" I slumped down on the bed my body tired and weak.

"You know" Griffin smiled "you probably should have waited till he told you he loved you. I mean it would just crush the guy even more."

I watched as Griffin sat down beside me and leaned back. Now I knew why everyone hated this guy. "Can you just please leave?" I felt like ripping the guys stupid head off.

"No" he simply said taking the loudest bite he could possibly make out of his apple "you givin' yourself up?"

I don't know why I felt obligated to tell him, I think it might be a jumper thing "It's the only way to save my family"

"You die in there place? Why does Roland always get to win?" he seemed to speak to himself for the last bit.

"Because he's a monster" I stood feeling my knees wobble a bit under my weight.

I herd a small chuckle from Griffin "Can't even stand. How are you going to fair with Roland and his men?"

"I wasn't going to fight" I dropped my head "if I fight my family dies"

Griffin's whole mood changed as he crossed the room in angry long strides. Instantly I felt his unwavering glare on my skin, burning me as he pointed a raging finger in my face "I've never seen a jumper give in so easily. You are a disgrace. Do you know how many I've seen run for their lives for days just to live to see another and run some more? I've seen jumpers try to get as close to Roland by giving up friends and they're own families only to be struck down by him. You won't even try to hurt him. This war isn't just about you and saving a few people, it's killed thousands. No wonder they didn't kill you, you're so easy to control. I hate people like you" with that he exited the room and like Michel slammed the door behind him.

I felt like the whole world was crashing down on me and I had to strength to pick it up. The light outside was becoming dim and I was tired. I climbed into the wonderful bed and after much hesitation felt my eyes close and I fell into darkness.

The sharp, burning sunlight licked at my skin. Morning. My time on the outside was up and I only a few hours to get ready to die. I remembered back before Sydney. I had so much fire and anger built up inside of me just waiting to get the chance to make my move and kill Roland. And now...now I was walking right back into their grip, right back to my death. I'd wished I had never been born. Wished I had just curled right next to my father and been killed with him. It would have saved lives, saved myself from all this pain. All this anguish and suffering. Was I selfish for wishing those things upon myself? Did I care that I was wishing those things upon myself? Not really. I was going to die in a few hours. Give myself up, no fight, no screaming and kicking, no smart comments or un-funny quips.

I could feel a blanket of heavy depression set into my bones. As I stood my legs felt like spaghetti under my weight and I faltered onto the floor with a bang. In the seconds I had fallen I heard no footsteps, no padding of naked feet on the wood floor. Had I pissed them off that much? I mean I know I had hurt Michel but had he passed that onto everyone else. They were probably wishing the same things that I had wished upon myself. My tired arms pushed me up and I slid my feet underneath me to stand tall. If you could call it that. I didn't stand tall, I stood diminished and saddened. I slowly made my way to the door and pulled it open, why had it become so heavy all of a sudden? The hallway was cold and the colour that I had seen in it died away as I willed my body to push even harder. When I came to the kitchen I found it to be deserted. No one was there. Was everyone still asleep?

The microwave clock said it was last morning and nearing noon. I didn't think anyone in this house would sleep that long. Had they left? Just give up and leave? I wouldn't blame them I was giving up. Silently I hobbled back to my room and changed. What do you wear on the last day of your life? Jeans? It didn't matter and I slowly and painfully changed into a pair of normal blue jeans. See you do wear them on the last say of your life. A fitted black tank top, and a brown leather jacket I found in the closet. It obviously wasn't mine but hey I was dead soon so who cared? The sleeves were to long and it smelled like man's shampoo and rain. My brain said it was Michel's and I remembered it in the pile of clothes he bought when we were in New Zealand. I ran my fingers over the smooth, buttery leather finding a few breaks and worn patches. He probably wore this on the rescue from the way it was worn and battered up.

When I felt ready I looked around and wrote a note to whomever would find it. Would Michel come back for the stuff in the closet or to check if I was still here? Probably not but it made me feel better if he knew how I was feeling my last few hours of my life.

Michel,

You know how bad with words I am but I wanted to write something for you so you wouldn't forget me. I won't forget you, never. I know you think I'm selfish for doing this, pushing away and running into Roland's waiting arms just to die. But I'm doing this for everyone...my family, David, Millie, reluctantly a little for Griffin...and you. It's hard to see it now but I'm leaving so you can be safe. If I were to stay we would be running from them till we die. I don't want that for you. I don't want to see you looking over your shoulder everyday. It wouldn't be right knowing that you couldn't go anywhere by yourself in case they found you. They would use you against me. And me against you. If we were in another life, another time I'm sure that everything would go right. If I wasn't me...then this would work out.

I won't forget you and what you taught me. You taught me to feel thing, experience taking care of someone. Knowing that I could live on the outside. Taught m that I could have friends...family.

Even though we won't laugh together, cry together, live together, I still do care for you...

Don't forget me,

Katie Everson

I didn't realize it but by the time I was finished writing tears had been crawling down my face. My hand was hurting from how tight I was holding the pen. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I though it would burst out of my rib cage and fall on the floor. I managed to let the pen slip through my fingers and fall on the table. This was it, I was going to die.

Lee: okay I know I haven't updated in a while...

Katie: what's your excuse this time?

Lee: Excuse me but I have a great reason

Katie: Let me guess...you were busy, family things, school, cadets...all the regulars right?

Lee: NO!.....okay so you got me but schools the biggest thing.

Katie: what do you mean?

Lee: Well I was in Europe for ten days and remember that audition I had a few weeks ago?

Katie: yeah like a month ago...what about it?

Lee: well....I GOT IN!!!!! I GOT INTO COLLEGE!!!!!!

Katie: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Lee: I know so now I'll be a "Comedy: writing and preformance" student.

Katie: oh....

Lee: what?

Katie: I thought you were going to be a doctor or something...

Lee: Ewww...no, I hate blood and all that.

Katie: well looks like I'll take this medical kit back...

Lee: awww you got me a present. And you wrapped it!

Everyone: next chapter coming soon...once Lee stops messing with the med kit

Lee: oh! whats this sharp thing?!