*Author's Note* I DO NOT own anything! Jumper (c) 20th Century Fox! I DO own Leah & Danny (Jennings) and Tyson (Johnson), so- Leah & Danny (Jennings) and Tyson (Johnson) (c) to Penmaster51, aka ME!
Also, on the first couple of paragraphs I mention CPR- these are NOT directions so do use as such I had help to write those parts (internet)! Again, these are NOT directions and don't use them as if they are. Besides that, enjoy reading! -Penmaster


Suddenly… I couldn't breathe. The air just wouldn't- couldn't find a way to my lungs. I struggled as I dragged the still drowning Griffin. Using my last once of energy, I jumped. I only landed partly out of the water and had to roll Griffin up the boat landing. I crawled up to his body, slid my hands under his armpits and dragged him up some more. Then I pressed my ear to his chest, though I was exhausted be one I have ever been.

Nothing, not a single gasp.

Panic stroke me like a thorn. The pain was sharp and to the point. For all I knew Griffin was dead, for we had been there under a minute. Once again, my mother's thinking saved me. I had taken a CPR class during high school at the community center with people from the local hospital. I think I knew what to do.

I tilted back his head, pinched his nose and pressed my lips to his. For a moment my heart fluttered and I breathed a second time right away. I paused, letting go of his nose and watched his face and chest for signs of breathing. Nothing! Tears started to roll down my face but I forced myself to stop crying; just keep doing what the teacher taught you.

I did the chest compressions as I was taught. "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!" I pinched his nose and gave two rescue breaths. His chest started to rise and fall only but a little. Knowing and remembering nothing more, I jumped us to his lair.

I had set him on the couch, lying there. His chest was slowly rising up and down; he had already coughed and spat out water without waking consciousness. I started to shiver and saw his skin was pale. I scavenged around the place until found a clean and suitable blanket for him. I merely grabbed a jacket of the chair I sat in and covered my chest and arms with it.

I knew better to than fall asleep but my eyes were fluttering to stay open and in my head, my mother was humming a lullaby from my very young childhood. I drifted off to sleep…

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Griffin woke up with a start, only to have cough and spit out more water. Water? It took a moment for him to remember everything that happened; he had found the Paladin he was tracking for a little bit and was fighting him on ground until he…

He rubbed his head and swore when he felt the bump. He was fighting the Paladin until he was hit in the head by that damn concrete block the guy had picked up. He barely remembered being pushed in the water and everything was blank after that. He was stupid; underestimated his enemy and it almost cost him his life.

He cracked his neck and realized where he was: his lair. Then he heard the light breathing of someone sleeping. He leaped up and jumped a few yards away, ready to fight. But the person sleeping wasn't a Paladin- Leah?! What in hell was she doing around here? Her hair was wet and she was shivering, despite the fact they were in an f***ing desert! He felt his arms suddenly and they were sore. He rolled them around to get them awoken. The only logical way he had gotten out of the water was… was for her to rescue him? Griffin snorted at the thought. Yeah, sure! But the evidence glowed in front of his face and he scowled. She was such an idiot for wasting her breath for me. Endangering her life, taking on a Paladin with no experience besides one fight with a Paladin the other day and he had to rescue her sorry little ass.

He scowled again, angry with himself now for almost getting another innocent person hurt. He'll yell at her later in the morning so he didn't have to wait any long to sleep! He yawned. He grabbed the blanket and hesitated before he tossed it on top of her. At least he could keep her from getting sick. He threw himself on a bed that was hidden in a back room. He didn't bother to change clothing before he barely had the blanket cover himself before peaceful darkness engulfed him.

I yawned as I stretched up. A quiet night- quiet! I burst open my eyes and glanced at the couch. Empty! I glanced around, trying to figure where he went. I clambered over onto the couch, feeling it was cold.

"Griffin!" Nothing. Sighing realizing, I failed at my mission. He probably went after the Paladin and was killed. Accepting of fate, I crawled onto the couch, about to fall asleep.

"What?! Can't you see I was trying to sleep?"

I let out a shrill and short shriek and shoved myself backwards, to fall over the armrest.

"Griffin-" I peeked over and saw it was Griffin! I flipped my hair back, wishing I had a comb, and straightened my shirt and folded my arms across my chest. His right arm leaned on a short and sturdy column the other one perched on his arm. His eyes looked me up and down. Feeling nervous and intimidated by his look, I spoke up.

"I would check over yourself if I were you before you did anything."

His eyes darted straight to mine and he stood there silently leaning on the column. I shrugged and started to walk out, welcoming to the sun. That was a first for a long time. "Leah," his voice spoke curiously as he stood staring at me. I looked over my shoulder, my body still exhausted and I wanted to yawn. "Hm?"

He was about to say something stopped and then too a more Griffin approach to things.

"What in hell were you thinking about running after me?"

I laughed and it caught him off guard for a moment before he said, "What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing, Griffin."

I then continued on walking out, gladly meeting the rising sun.

"Leah," he jumped next to me, "what in f*** were you thinking?" I tilted my head and gave it a real hard minute to think about it. "Nothing really except a dream and it caused me to become paranoid. Not forgetting where you lived, I jumped here to find you missing. I merely followed a jumpscar then a trail of blood." I glanced at him, seeing only bruises.

He cast his eyes down and kicked up sand.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there- no, you did get your ass kicked back there and would've drowned or been killed if it weren't for me. Now, if you're trying to put a 'thanks' somewhere around here; I accept it."

"Thanks," he muttered.

"Griffin," I made him look me in the eye before I answered him, it made him uncomfortable when I did though, "your welcome." I didn't tell him that I had to CPR on him and… in a sense, kiss him.

"Oh, shit," I whispered under my breath.

"What?"

I started laughing and spoke to him, "I have no place to go! Haha, I had paid for my room right before I left with the key." He nodded his head and said, "You can stay here." I awed him and he glared at me.

"That's so sweet of you, Griffin! Now where is it?"

He made an odd face, like I was kind of crazy.

I rolled my eyes and jumped back to the couch. He followed me after.

"Where is what?"

I picked up the game console and started fiddling with it. "Oh, nothing! You're not just acting like Griffin and what I meant by 'it' is drugs. Cause drugs make you do all kinds of things-"

"I'm not on drugs!"

I laughed, "You seemed to be high when I first met you." He grabbed the game controller and placed it back down in its original spot. He completely ignored my comment and I guess he was just as tired as I was.

"Neat freak," I muttered good humorely.

"What?" His head shot up and I said, "Nothing." He rolled his eyes and I knew I was going to make it a living hell for him today because I was so happy that he was alive.