Eduardo x Jon Story

Mistakes.

Jon had trouble finding chloroform, unfortunately, but he was able to concoct a chemical similar to it. He wasn't sure what the effects were, though he wasn't sure if he really cared.

Later he came home, slamming the door open and shutting it behind him.
The sound had made Eduardo jump and look over to the noise's source.
He watched the little figure of Jon speeding back and forth around the room, quickly packing his things before setting out a bottle of liquid.
When Jon had finished moving about he'd grabbed a wash rag long with the curious bottle.
Eduardo became suspicious when the younger had poured the container's contents on the wash rag and warily sat up.
When Jon advanced on him he'd jerked away.

"Stay still!" Jon demanded.

"FUCK  NO!"

"It's either this or get hit with the lamp!" Jon threatened, clearly frustrated and scared when he smacked the rag over Eduardo's mouth and nose.
The larger kept fighting, he inhaled a bit of the fumes, but succeeded in getting the rag away from his face.
Immediately everything felt slower. His limbs felt heavy with sleep despite the adrenaline he'd worked up seconds ago.
"T...the fu...ck?" He questioned, his vision became blurry and his voice sounded as if he were underwater.

Jon watched the other's pupils blow up, and internally jumped.
Had he mixed the wrong chemical?

It should've taken one breath for the man to be out of it.
  He watched as Eduardo stilled and became motionless, panicking when he could barely tell if the man was breathing.
Jon shook him, "Eduardo?"
No response.
"Oh shit...Eddie, Eddie snap out of it!"  He whispered frantically.

Eduardo had barely acknowledged him. The brit could only tell by the slight twitch of  his eyes that he was still somewhat okay.....
He let the man free then, knowing there wasn't much fight in him now and pulled the larger's arm over his shoulder to guide him. 
"Come on..."
Jon anticipated his weight and grunted at the added pressure. "heavy..." He mumbled.

Jon helped Eduardo down to the car first. He then had to take two trips to get his luggage he'd forgotten before being completely ready to go.
Once in the car he flipped on the ignition and glanced over to Eduardo who rested his head against the passenger window.

Jon felt a pang of guilt rise like bile in his throat. Nevertheless he drove out of the parking lot

It took an hour of driving and glancing at the pitiful man, lying barely concious, possibly high and confused as hell over what was happening before Jon finally broke.

He sighed, "I don't know if you can actually hear or are actually concious enough to listen, but I'm sorry, I hadn't meant for this to happen. I was supposed to be gone before you got home. I was suppose to disappear and never cross paths with you again."

As Jon expected, there was no response.

After driving for a full six hours and spending an extra one without finding s hotel stay for the night. Jon parked on the side of the rode and turned off the car. The sun had gone down and hour ago, but he was tired.
So Jon reclined his seat back and turned on his side to face Eduardo, who was still leant against the door.
Guilt rose in him once again and he sat up and reached around the seat to carefully lean the man's seat back aswell.

"At least you'll be more comfortable...." Jon mumbled and turned on his otherside so he wouldn't have to look at him.

Later he found himself deep in the consequences of a tiny, little mistake.
Jon had not confined Eduardo in anyway, he had not realized this until it was much too late.

Eduardo was looming over him with an unreadable expression.

Jon kept still, fearing to move.
It was then he felt the same as he did on the med table back at the base, helpless and trapped.
He was immediately thrown into the flashbacks of the past.
It struck him violently, and he became unaware of the man above him now.

All the tortures he'd been through. The limb amputations, bone breaking and organ taking.

Eduardo watched as the other balled up under him. The other began shaking. His breath increased rapidly and he yanked at his hair.

"Oh shit..."
The smaller was struggling underneath him and Eduardo hadn't even did anything yet.

"Jon, Jon calm down," he urged as he grabbed a hold of his wrist to keep him from pulling his hair out.
The action only caused the younger to stress more.
"You're going to hurt yourself!"

Jon didn't hear him and kicked at the dashboard. He jerked his head to the side, pushing and scratching at the larger to escape.
The doctor was standing over him now, wicked smile and scapel in hand.
"No....no...." he whimpered, knowing he'd have no way of escape.

Eduardo had enough, he layed  himself against Jon's smaller body, sure to not crush him, but applying enough pressure against him after turning him to lay flat on his back.

He frowned  down at the face who's eyes leaked tears.
Eduardo sighed, pushing back Jon's light brown bangs.
He carded his fingers through it continuously in attempt to soothe him.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."

After a few minutes, Jon let out a shakey breath  gradually coming out of his little episode when he'd noticed himself being petted
'Why....where am I?'

"Jon look at me."

Jon kept still, his eyes shut tight in refusal.
The doctor was there. He couldn't look. He wouldn't.

Eduardo brought a warm hand to Jon's cheek, and turned his head to face him.
"Jon, look at me, please?" He spoke in a softer tone.

After a bit of reassurance and pleading the brit  reluctantly opened his eyes.

Black, glassy, tear filled orbs stared up at him, brightened by the moonlight that spilled through the driver's window.

"I'm here...do you know who I am? Where we are?"

Jon sniffed, "you're Eduardo, and...." he paused to quietly sob out a breathe. "And we're in a car. W...we're  not in a lab."

'A lab?' Eduardo questioned to himself, but instead of prying about it, he brushed his thumbs under Jon's eyes to wipe away oncoming tears.

"Yes, you're in a car with me. I won't hurt you." He stated sincerely, "even if you were a huge ass and knocked me out....And kidnapped me....drugged me and probably were planning to murder me at some point.
Jon giggled on a choked sob at Eduardo's rambling.

Eduardo smiled at this, happy to see  him feeling anything other than fear and anger.

"Hey...that's not funny..." but the American chuckled along with him anyway.