Nothing To Fear Chapter 6

A/N: Ok, Because I Forgot To Do This Before, I Would Like To Thank All Of My Reviewers. So That Means: lost soul's keeper, Freakshow966,'Vendetta'…You Crept Me Out A Lot But Thanks, crowscrow, I'm Honored You've Reviewed (I Really Love Your Fics) And Last But Not Least, idlyb. I Certainly Don't Want Anyone Dying Inside So…

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"Goddamn it Jonathan! The Superintendant screeched, "How in the blue blazing fuck did you manage to gas our new guard?!" He slammed his hands down on his desk. "He needs three months of therapy thanks to you!"

"Well knowing the quality of our Psychologists, I doubt it'll do him much good…"

Right now, if you were to look very closely at the Superintendant, you could probably see steam coming from his ears.

"Jonathan…" He ground out slowly, "I know you're still displeased about your cell arrangement but-

"Oh, no…" Jonathan interrupted, "The cell arrangement is perfectly fine."

The Superintendant arched a brow.

"Really? Then tell me Jonathan, what the hell is your problem?!"

Jonathan simply smiled.

"That idiotic oaf took something that belonged to Mr. Techt." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"Is that so? That doesn't give you the right to gas the poor man though!" Jonathan shrugged,

"I personally believe that's as good a reason as any…" The Superintendant sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get out, Crane, I've had enough of your talk." Jonathan smiled and stood up, leaving the room quietly.

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Jervis smiled, pouring himself over his book, generally oblivious to the outside world. He didn't even look up when the heavy metal door opened and closed.

Jonathan walked in, eyeing Jervis with mild interest. Jervis still didn't look up. Jonathan frowned at the lack of attention. Usually, as soon as he would walk in, Jervis would be all over him, swarming him with stories and questions about his day. He didn't like the quiet as much as he used to.

"Good afternoon, Jervis." He said, leaning against the bed post.

Still no response. He scowled. "Good afternoon, Jervis." He said, stressing the words. Nothing. He smirked, casually leaning over towards the smaller man. He plucked the book out of his hands, grinning at the look of sheer panic that crossed his features.

"Jonathan!" He cried, jumping off the bed and trying vainly to grab the book back. Jonathan's grin grew larger, stepping back and holding the book just out of Jervis' reach, finally thankful that his height was good for something. But in the midst of enjoying Jervis' distressed cries, Jonathan had a vivid flashback of High School, remembering the hulking jocks that would hold his textbooks just out of his reach and taunt him mercilessly. His grin collapsed almost immediately and he slowly lowered his arm, handing Jervis the book.

He felt almost sick; looking at the tears welled up in Jervis' eyes. He slowly sank to the floor, burying his head in his arms. Jervis slowly approached him, lowering himself to Jonathan's level.

"J-Jonathan?" he stuttered, always cautious when Jonathan gets like this.

"Go away." He mumbled, not lifting his head. Jervis decided to do the smart thing for once and just do as he said, sitting back down on the bed. He was about to open his book when he heard something quiet. He strained his ears, leaning forward.

Jervis frowned, hearing what sounded like someone humming 'London Bridge' while sobbing.

That's it. He decided, Tomorrow we are going to have a serious conversation…

A/N: I Know This Is Kind Of A Short Chapter But I Have An Anime Con To Go To Soon And I Need To Get Ready ^^ Please, Your Reviews Are Wanted Immensely.