Mandela Catalogue REQUESTS (COMPLETE) (PART 1)

Adam + Jonah (HURT/COMFORT) (FLUFF) (TRUE ENDING)

(A/N: I thought this as platonic, hope this turned out good and really fluffy (I'm not the best in fluff soooo).

Requested by adam__online from AO3

Warning: Foul language, angsty at first, lengthy writing)

. . . . . 

"You left him behind."

Jonah takes in a sharp breath as he tried to clear his foggy, scattered mind.

"What will he do without you?"

He tightened his hand on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, as he tried to ignore the raspy, whispering voice coming from the GPS.

He remembered talking about the GPS to Adam, how he was awed at this technology and how alternates, those alternates, couldn't possibly exist: "Like I doubt that guy's face could appear on something like this, and y'know, kill you, I don't know."

"Who are you running from?"

He was, oh, so wrong.

"Open your eyes."

After a quiet moment of silence, the voice repeated those three, goddamn words, over and over again, plaguing Jonah's mind with those cursed letters.

"Open your eyes.

"Open your eyes.

"Open your eyes.

"Open your-"

"Shut the FUCK up! SHUT UP!!!" Jonah screamed into the technology in front of the car, as he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, and his voice faded away as he desperately said "Shut up...." once more. His breathing was uneven, he was speeding up the car and was bypassing the speed limit, and oh shit, there's that tree he might crash into-

Jonah snapped into reality and roughly swerved around the tall plant just in time that could have killed him. He heard the tires screech against the asphalt outside, even though that croaking voice kept repeating what it had said earlier. He was so mentally tired. He hated this. He needed to die. He left his friend behind because he was a coward. He was a fucking coward and he hated himself for that. He will die as a coward...

But right then, it was as if a bright flashlight was turned on the depths of the murky darkness. His mind cleared all of a sudden. He remembered how he spent his days with Adam together, those good, warm, fuzzy memories they made together. He remembered eating stale tortilla chips next to Adam and brushing the crumbs on his fluffy pale blond hair, much to Adam's amused annoyance. He remembered how they stole cars together as they ran from the FBI. He remembered how they slept together with a blanket draped over both of them, huddling from the cold, in the cars they stole. He remembered promising Adam to never leave him by his side, even if it means his end of time, and Adam mumbling the same promise back to him.

Jonah remembered all.

"Ah fuck, screw it!"

He jerked the wheel to the side as he swerved around the path and back to where he was running from. No matter what happens to him, he had to at least try saving Adam from that basement.

Even if it meant he died trying.

. . . . .

The car was silent, heavy with tension as Jonah drove the car away from that alternate-infested house.