*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!

Fred POV

I glanced around, catching the eye of my buddies cheering me on in the stands. They whopped, waving our school's flag around. I could smell the sting of chlorine in my nose and a slight itch in my hair, obvious affects of having the water sitting on you for two hours. I grinned cockily at them, giving them a small wave and they went wild. My friends were crazy; I strode over to the team. We were all exhausted except for me. I had raced in the earlier events, the butterfly at the very beginning and was now rested up for the Freestyle Relay Racing. I was the fastest one on the team for this!

That's when I felt someone pat me on the shoulders. I glanced at the hand, slightly tan and was very warm.

"Big night, eh?" Billy, my best friend, said. He grinned a crooked grin and I rolled my eyes. Obviously his girlfriend was in the ground, thus making him in a 'sweet' mood and want to bug me. His slightly buzzed hair had grown a little bit, making him look almost fuzzy. I fought the urge to ruffle it, knowing it would send him into a frenzy and fall into the pool like last time.

He sounded slightly Scottish with maybe a hint of Canadian here and there. Don't ask me how that can sound; it's just Billy. Maybe his mom has some Canadian blood in her…

"Idiot! You're up next!" He spun me around to the diving blocks quickly as human possible. I was always the last person in practice this year because my best partner, Henry a senior, had graduated and had to leave. So since the beginning of the year, Coach had put me last.

I glanced anxiously at Billy; He wore baggy jeans and a light blue shirt. He walked barefoot on the slippery and cold tile, along with the rest of the people timing us and cheering our Swim Team on.

The stands where almost packed. The people sat on the edge of their seat, just as we waiting for the bell to let us know that. I glanced at the three people before me. A nice setup Coach put here, well the first two people.

A sprinter in front to get us ahead of the opposing team; allow us a leg up. That's what Greg was all about. He would get us ahead, but easily wore out after two or three laps. Greg was pretty fidgety and couldn't sit still… swimming was the only sport where he didn't have to grab anything meaning he was a klutz. But he was a great guy to hang out with and knew more than anyone else about math. He normally helped us- the juniors and seniors who mainly made up the team, on our homework even though he was only a sophomore himself. Greg joined up first day of freshman year.

A blast went off and Greg dove in like a bullet, intent on his target: winning.

The second was a fairly steady person in his swimming. He wasn't a sprinter- he was more endurance and normally did breaststroke. He was really good at it too. But he took it easy on the Freestyle if we were ahead of the competition. But he was always ready to burst into another speed if someone was right on his tail. Hunter was also big and that easily gained us a couple of seconds. Hunter was a laid back person; though he was silently competitive- never want to get on his bad side. This was his last year and he joined his sophomore year.

Greg touched the wall of the pool and Hunter splashed in. A little late, but no big deal. I help pull up Greg, who shook his blond hair, splattering me with water. He grinned at me, obviously that he knew we were in the lead. A girl behind us, his sister Georgia, tossed him a towel. All three of us waited for Hunter to come back. I paid no attention to the clock. Hunter was not the one to be rushed if he didn't want to.

I swallowed nervously at the third guy; I wasn't a newbie to this like he was. I had been on the swim team since freshman year. I'm a junior now. He was nervous, flinching from loud noises. This was his first race in a long time- our normal guy (who replaced Henry) was out today and Pete was the only one open for this position.

I gave the guy one last glance before Hunter touched the wall and the newbie dove in. Hunter pulled himself out with a grunt, sputtering and cursing. Greg patted him on back, unable to raise his voice over the cheers of the crowd. The silent gesture, though, gave him a hard glance from Hunter.

"Couldn't get fast enough, Fred. The other guys were right on our tail," he said roughly. I shrugged, masterly my emotions under control.

I watched Pete's strokes. Right, left, breath. Right, left breath. Slowly, the other team we were already fighting first place for, took the lead. I frowned, grinding my teeth. I grabbed Greg's arm, threw him to his knees and started to cheer.

"Come on, Pete! Come on! Get you're little butt over here!" Greg screamed. The crowd started to cheer along with us. Slowly, Pete was on the other guy's feet. Seth, my archrival in this, shot me an overly cocky smile.

Then I noticed the guy was getting, slowly, closer. I snapped my goggles on and climbed onto the diving blocks. Seth did the same. Pete touched the wall a couple of seconds after Seth's partner in and I cursed silently as I dove in. I started to speed after Seth, trying to gain something on him.

You're going too fast, too soon! My mind screamed angrily at me. But I ignored it; all I had sight and mind for was passing Seth. I heard roars when I rose to get a breath. I touched the wall and flew around to face the other side. Seth and I launched us, both eager for first place.

I was right at Seth's shoulder when we neared the wall. I started to get sloppy; I was tired for some reason. That's when I did something stupid. I swallowed the water and I immediately gagged. The water made my throat close and my stomach heaved. My snack was all over the pool in seconds. But I made no attention. The water wouldn't escape my throat; I clawed at it as I sank deeper into the pool. I started to see dots and I barely could make out the bubbles I was making. The lights slowly dimmed and I felt myself slip into…

"AHHHH!" I woke with a jolt, leaping up. I was drenched in sweat. I quickly patted myself down. I wasn't dripping… I wasn't drowning… I wasn't even in a pool! I groaned, rubbing the back of my head. The world spun for a moment so I sat back down, rubbing my eyes forcibly with my palms. I didn't bother to look where I was.

Nothing but a great memory gone bad. A nightmare you could say. Though I thought I was unconscious. I had actually beaten Seth in that race and set a record that our team didn't break until our last game together, my senior year. No one else came close to it before that.

"Good god," I panted, rubbing away the rest of the sweat on my forehead. I swallowed, tasting some bile rise in my throat. I just swallowed it, making a face as I tried to hold down the rest of it. The thought of drowning stuck in my mind heavily.

I shook off the feeling of dread and sickness quickly only to realize with happiness- I f***ing jumped! I wanted to do a little jig but exhaustion hit me before I could. I glanced around warily and tiredly. I was in our house. Leah may be here!

"Leah!" I called out, racing through our home. Nothing. I frowned, trying to figure where she could have possibly gone. Then the only thought I had was…

Griffin O' Connor.

"Oh just f***ing great! He's found us- again!" I shouted on top of my lungs. No response came from the empty house. I stared hard at the black TV, absolutely fuming. Suddenly, I was in front of it.

"Whoa," I spoke quietly. My anger was momentarily put off. I slowly outstretched my arm, mimicking how I thought I grasped the handle of our fridge, thought of it. I felt a suddenly jerk and there I was, grasping the fridge handle tight enough making my knuckles white. I let go, giving a victorious smile. But exhaustion hit me again; I slowly slid to the ground, on my knees. I couldn't move a foot anymore.

"Must be…" I trailed off, feeling my lids slide quickly done. I shook my head, trying to keep awake.

"Must be a side affect of some sort…" I curled up on the kitchen tile and fell into a deep sleep.