Author's note: Just a small piece this time. Enjoy!
Summary: David leaves after a fight and comes back to find their lair empty.
12/100: Anxious
"If you don't want me here, I will leave you alone," David shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. He stood a few feet away from Griffin - only the leather couch separated them.
"I ain't stopping you!"
"Fine!" David turned around to grab some of his things and with one last glare he Jumped away. His mind had been so cluttered he didn't really know where he would end up. He ended up in front of his old apartment. Shocked by this fact he Jumped again, this time close to some run-down hotel somewhere in New York. This was going to be his home now for at least a few days, perhaps weeks; after all, it's Griffin we're talking about...
"Hello? Griffin? You here?" David looked around. He was sure it was the correct place, but it was completely empty. If he hadn't been completely sure of it, he would have said no one had ever lived here. No couches, no TV, no walls covered in information, not even the usual trash that always seemed to litter their lairs.
It was like no one had lived here. Ever.
"Griffin?" David asked again, but he knew he would not receive an answer. He walked around in the empty rooms, but nowhere was a little note or hidden clue as to where the Brit could have gone. From now on he would be on his own. He had blown it and now it was too late.
"How could you fucking do this to me!" David hit his fist against the wall and had to bite his tongue not to scream out loud. Would Griffin really have left him, even after all they had been through?
David swallowed painfully and Jumped out of the depressing place in search of Griffin, even though he knew that if the Brit didn't want to be found, he could search for years and not find a trace. But what other option did he have? Although he didn't want to admit it out loud, he wasn't as skilled as Griffin; neither did he know how to survive in this never-ending war. He needed Griffin, whether he liked to or not.