Warnings: Language.
Summary: Griffin really does think that all of this is unnecessary.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jumper, characters or anything else associated.
A/N: Response to the 100 Fic Ultimate Challenge at jumperslash . The prompts I used - #87. morose and #9. never say never.

Murderer

David struggled against Griffin through three jumps before he managed to break free and fall on his ass. "I... You..." he was breathing heavily, barely managing to say anything articulate in-between the gasps. His tunnel vision was focused on Griffin. The last vestiges of his oxygen starved sanity were focused on spitting out a guilt ridden confession for the crimes he'd just committed.

Griffin kneeled in front of him and shook his head annoyed and worried at the same time. Before David could crawl out of his reach, Griffin grabbed him by his collar and did the only thing he could think of to shut the other man up. He pressed his lips against David's open mouth, crushing the soft flesh against the other man's teeth. He didn't wait for David to react, he opened wider, took control, slipped his tongue in David's mouth and did his best to suck the panic out.

David's hair was so short, it was easier to hold him by his ears and neck. Griffin dragged his tongue across the roof of David's mouth making him jump a little, making him react. David moaned and Griffin swallowed the sound just as David's eyes rolled close, his body relaxed and insistent hands started to tug at Griffin's jacket.

Griffin pulled away pressing a smooching kiss against the corner of David's mouth before letting go of him completely. "So did I manage to kiss the sanity back into the Sleeping Beauty?" he asked, smirking.

It took David a moment before he could gather his wits enough to answer. "Bastard," he muttered, but didn't try to back away. The kiss wasn't something he'd expected to happen, he didn't know what to think about it, but he couldn't not think about it, and judging by Griffin's self-satisfied expression it was exactly what the other jumper had intended.

"What else is new?" Griffin shot back, unconcerned.

David felt like an overloaded hard-drive. Or at least he figured that this is the way an overloaded HDD would feel, if it could feel. "I'm a murderer," he stated, quietly and the thought made him sick. Made him want to gag, but his tongue only had to slip against his swollen lips for his brain to short-cut back to the kiss Griffin had just given him and that made him feel... Well, he wasn't sure what that made him feel, which is why he was so confused, since he had classified the thing between him and Griffin as a one off. One-night/day stand, but he wasn't sure that that was what he wanted or that it was what it seemed to be, and...

"If I'm gonna have to kiss you again, I'll think you're doing this on purpose," Griffin said.

"You're just looking for an excuse," David automatically replied and scrambled a bit back to stand up.

Griffin stood with him. "Killing makes you horny. I'll keep that in mind."

"I'm not horny!" David protested. "You're infuriating and I... You kissed me!" he accused.

"Yeah," Griffin easily conceded.

The confession took the wind out of David's sails. "Why?" he asked, taking a look around the place for the first time since they'd gotten here. He blinked. They were in Griffin's lair.

Griffin sighed. "You won't like the answer," he replied simply.

David frowned, but accepted the answer without further questions. He really didn't need more to deal with. He felt his heart speed up at the casual thought that – he had just killed three people. Suddenly his legs felt like they were made of jelly. He collapsed on the closest piece of rubble and forced himself to take a deep breath. "Why here?"

"I moved out. They've been over the place. They won't look for us here. Not for a while, anyway."

David nodded. His legs felt light, his head felt heavy. He groaned and hid his face in his hands. He stayed like that for a few minutes. He felt Griffin's gaze on him, but neither of them said anything, well, David knew that Griffin wasn't much of a talker and he was the one with the issues here anyway. He just didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what he felt aside from schock and guilt. If Milly could see him now.. If she knew what he'd just done...

"I've never killed anyone before," he finally admitted, what felt like an eternity later.

"Wasn't as hard as you might have thought, huh?" and David could hear the smirk in Griffin's voice.

"Can you not be such a git?" he asked looking up. He knew he must look like a mess with red, crazed eyes, swollen lips and dirt smeared across his face. He almost added 'please'. Almost.

"Would it make you feel better?" Griffin asked, seriously, with arms crossed on his chest.

"I, honestly, don't know," David admitted. "I killed people today," his panic was under control, but the heaviness was still there – in his stomach, in his mind. He looked down at the floor.

Griffin rolled his eyes. In his mind Paladins weren't worth the mental anguish David pas putting himself through, but the other man seemed to think it was appropriate to fret and mourn the beasts that hunted them simply for the fact that they existed. As much as he wished, Griffin couldn't kiss stupidity out of David, no matter how helpful that might be.

"I'm hungry. Gonna go grab a burger," he refrained from saying that he'd promised the bitch he killed that he'd toast her passing with a nice double cheesburger. "You stay here and... Well, just stay here. We're safe here for a few days."

David pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and didn't bother replying. He didn't feel like crying and that just made him feel worse – he wanted to cry for what he'd done.

Griffin huffed and walked over to David. He grabbed the other man's chin and forced David to look up at him. "If I come back and you're gone..." he paused and seemed to rethink what he wanted to say. "If I have to go and hunt your suicidal, guilty ass down, when I come back, being a murderer is going to be the least of your worries. Got that?"

David thought about arguing, about being defiant, but he just didn't have the strength anymore. "Sure. I'll stay here," he agreed, hating himself for how easy he gave in.

Griffin jumped.