"I don't know where I am, but obviously can't or don't want to pick up. If I'm dead, cheers for the sympathy. If I'm not, leave a message if you want."


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LINK: It always seems to end up feeling like a curse.

LINK: More to it than meets the tourist eye.

LINK: I can go anywhere, but I still keep coming back here, and I just don't know why.

10.1.1. “A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” - George Moore

Co-written with morethanleah

[Follows THIS]

Leah was back in New York. After Christmas, she'd been assigned a fashion show in France. At the time she'd been tempted to turn it down to stay in Adelaide and hide a little longer, but she didn't. She decided it was time to get back on the horse--although which horse exactly she'd fallen off of, Leah couldn't say. It helped to be in a city that didn't remind her of David, but even then she still felt like she was being visited by her ghost. She still felt like he'd been sleeping next to her at night. Maybe she really was crazy. Maybe she'd been imagining his scent and his weight in the bed because she'd wanted to see him so badly.

( At least she still had the Superman t-shirt, her one tangible link to him besides a few photographs and an apartment in New York...Collapse )

Griffin [theotherjumper] & Jazz Stanton [taste4freedom] referenced with permission


Word Count | 2,451

9.9. "You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
| Good Will Hunting

Co-written with taste4freedom

When you get a text message that merely says ‘RYL LNDN HSPTL ER – FCKNG HGE WT – CME KP ME CMPNY’ from your best friend, your arse tends to drop out in panic. Which is exactly what happened when JC received the message when she was in the middle of taking a bath. Griffin was at the Royal London Hospital! She cursed and swore extensively as she rushed around trying to make herself some semblance of decent, not even bothering to dry her hair and dragging it up into a ponytail on top of her head. She pulled on some jeans and a shirt, grabbed her handbag and Jumped into an alley near the back of London’s largest hospital. Her feet made soft slapping sounds from the base of her red Converse shoes as she ran up the alley in the direction of the hospital entrance. Why the fuck was Griffin at the hospital?!

( It was dark; her early evening in New York translating to around ten pm in England. That just bode even worse in JC’s gut and she tucked some now drying strands of loose red hair behind her ears that had fallen free from the band as she made her way through the hospital foyer towards the ER...Collapse )

Griffin [theotherjumper], Leah Reynolds [morethanleah] & Jason Street [itwontstopme] referenced with permission


Word Count | 2,029

David never knew why his father had a porch swing at the house. It's not like either of them ever used it when David still lived at home. He didn't think he'd ever seen his father go near it and he had no memories of it in his bank of childhood experiences (not that it was a huge bank). Still, it was better than sitting on the cold steps.

His feet scuffed back and forth across the deck of the porch as he swung slowly in the swing. He was finding himself just feeling tired here, knowing it was only because he had nothing to boost himself with. It was just another town in another state in another country. He felt no connection here, even though it's where he'd spent the biggest portion of his life in one place. He had to leave soon. He just did. If he didn't, he was going to end up needing a dose of antidepressants and probably a smack in the head.

22.4. How well do you get along with your family?

David shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and bounced restlessly on the balls of his feet. The fallen autumn leaves crunched under his weight when he caught his dad shoot him a hesitant smile from his wheelchair a few paces away. It took a moment for David to awkwardly return the gesture, but it didn’t feel so wrong this time. It was getting easier on some level, but twenty years of tension couldn’t be resolved in simply a few well-meaning visits. It didn’t matter that he felt obligated because his father’s disability was his fault. The time had come to try to make amends. After all, his father was the only family he had. There was never going to be a chance with his mother again. She may as well be dead to him… he was to her, if she had her way.

( He knew that look, though. His father was waiting for him to evaporate into thin air; to Jump and escape the awkward situation...Collapse )

Leah Reynolds [morethanleah] referenced with permission


Word Count | 809

[Follows THIS]

The storms were mostly passed and David decided he was too impatient to wait any longer. He hadn't technically checked in to the hotel room (he'd checked it was vacant when the receptionist was in the back room), so he didn't need to bother checking out again. He grabbed up his bag and a few seconds later he was out of Toronto and in Leah's apartment in New York.

He grinned, finding her waiting in the living room for him. He swept her up and gave her a kiss. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I really have to pee! Give me a minute." He bounded down the hall, making a mental note to remember to use the bathroom before showing up on his... what was she? Girlfriend? Was she really? He paused in the hall as the thought hit him and then quickly hurried to do what he needed. Anyway, he needed to take care of things like using the bathroom before he showed up for a booty call that wasn't really a booty call. It wasn't exactly the most alluring of opening lines, was it?

He came back with a sheepish smile. "I missed you," he told her.