Author's Note: So this idea popped into my head, and I've been trying to get my footing back into FanFiction. So be patient with me, and let me know what you think!

I Found You

Chapter 1

There's only one thing that outweighs any other concern. One person that will make you give up on everything you thought you knew – every instinct, every rational thought. And in order to find that person you need to sift through all the bull shit, let your heart get broken a few times and maybe even break a heart or two yourself.

Because finding that person?

The person that dares you to take a leap of faith. That makes you forget about all the other stuff. You gotta forget about any logic, any fear or any doubt and you have do everything you can to get to the one person in the end who's gonna make all of this worth it. At the end – you just gotta jump.

Jean strode through the office hallways angrily, his steel toed boots pounding heavily against the wooden floors. His standard issue blades and bow and arrows strapped to his thighs, his tanks and hooks rattling against the metals. He clenched a thick manila folder in his right hand. A few curious heads poked out of their doors as he passed, marching his way to the end of the hall.

He threw open the last door, slamming it against the wall. "Armin!" He strode up to the desk and slammed the thick folder on its surface. "This is a joke, right?" He took a second to take in his surroundings.

Of course his least favorite co-worker would be in his boss's office.

Eren was leaning back in the chair in front of Armin, his green cloak and tan Corps jacket tossed carelessly over the second seat. His head rolled back to match Jean's gaze with his own lazy one.

Armin flicked his head up from the documents spread out in front of him. "What's up, Jean?"

Eren lolled his head back to Armin and dropped his chair to the floor, disinterestedly. Jean chose to ignore him and pushed his folder forward, casting aside all the other papers. "This-," He pointed angrily at the offending envelope. "-is a lost cause."

Eren let out a chuckle and Jean glared at him. "Oh come on, Jean. You know there's no such thing as a lost cause."

Jean turned his menacing glare to Eren. "I'm aware of our company motto, Yeager." He spat. "But after six months with this dude, I can tell you right now that it's impossible." He shot Armin an accusatory glare. "I looked deeper into his file and checked around the office." Armin at least had the decency to look guilty. "He's had ten different Scouts in five years. That's a record, Armin. You gave me an impossible case, knowing I would fail!" He threw out a hand to Eren. "What? Are you just trying to boost your best buddy's numbers or something?"

Eren rolled his eyes. "Come on, Jean. That's not true. Armin has always been fair."

Jean clenched his teeth. Okay, they had him there. He knew it was a low blow to accuse Armin of favoritism, but –

He turned back to the small blonde and watched Armin drop his elbows to the table running a tired hand through his hair. "Jean," He let out a defeated sigh. "I assigned him to you because you're one of our best scouts. If anyone could handle him, I thought it'd be you."

Eren hummed thoughtfully. "Not surprising that you couldn't find a match."

Jean held out his fist and took a step forward. "What did you just say, punk?!"

Eren kicked his feet up on the edge of Armin's desk and closed his eyes placing his hands behind his head. "You heard me."

Jean growled angrily. "Are you kidding me? I'd like to see you try." He picked up the folder from Armin's desk and tossed it in Eren's lap causing him to drop his feet in surprise. "He's a colossal dick. He hasn't held a relationship for more than two months and he'll be thirty soon." He cocked a challenging eyebrow. "You know the statistics on finding a mate for someone nearing thirty. Low."

Eren smirked. "Well dumbass, that's our job, right? 104th Scouting Legion. We scout the earth to bring people together and match them with their perfect mate. Hell we're just a bunch of glorified cupids. Statistics or not, it's our job to find him a mate."

Jean crossed his arms. "Well then, this guy should be perfect for you. He's an ass. He's got hardly any friends. He's rude. He's short tempered, and he's as antisocial as they come, yet oddly womanizing. He's a fucking mess."

Eren flipped the folder over to the front. "What's his name anyway?"

"Levi Ackerman."