Jonathan pulled the long trench coat tighter around him as he walked through the streets. He had the collar up so that he was not so easily recognisable. If he wanted to fool the paparazzi he need to at least pretend he was trying not to be seen. He had already brought some cheaper track pants, shorts and singlet shirts to where around camp from somewhere closer to the camp and delivered them back to room at camp. He was now going for more the upmarket gym clothes that would be expected for him to buy. He couldn't be seen buying the other stuff but didn't want to wreck good clothes by an ill placed block that ripped them so he needed some cheap things to wear during sword practice.

He was out know in a shopping centre a fair decent way away from where his apartment was. The apartment was the same one that he had lived with Eliot in as he had not been able to find the heart to leave the place and the memories behind. Those memories where what had kept him strong during the year without Eliot. They had kept him on track even more then the modelling had as they gave him something to strive to achieve, even if at the time he half believe it was only a dream. He now knew it could be a reality and he was going to make sure it worked. He would win back Eliot. He would prove to him that he could be trusted to be let back into his heart. He would be the man that Eliot had hoped he could be. Jonathan knew he had been a fool when he pushed him away after his brothers death but it had taken Eliot's absence for him to realise it. Jonathan was ashamed to that it had taken him over a week to even realise that he was gone for good.

He had found out when he went to get clothes from the cupboard to take a much needed shower and seen all his clothes gone. Until that moment he had hoped he had just gone away for a few days. He remember feeling his already broken heart shatter and he sunk even lower for over a week. He had barely ate, slept no more then a couple of hours every night. It got to the point where he practically collapsed so that his body could get much needed rest. It was at this point that in his dreams his brother spoke to him. Or at least he told himself it was his brother because he admit it was his subconscious he would have ignored it. Either way it made him realise what he had lost and how upset his brother would have been at him. This, along with the memories of Eliot, had given him the push he needed to snap out of his misery.

It took him over a month to become presentable enough to go for another modelling job and he gave his old agent a call, happy when the guy was happy to take him up even with out his siblings. He had grown a beard to at least try and look older then he had been ten years ago. After all a lot of guys had baby faces when they shaved, right? At least he hoped he could pull it off this way anyway. He knew he had a few scars on his body from the war they he would have to hide to stop questions being asked and his agent was confused when he asked for no jobs that required him to be shirtless but he followed through.

Jon was surprised at how well he had fitted back into the lifestyle after the time he had spent at camp and with Elliot. It was then that he realised he mustn't have changed as much as he thought he had. Jon pulled himself out of his thoughts as something drew his attention in the people around him. He had picked up on a guy in a suit, which wasn't what was strange about the situation. There where always men in suits all around here but what was strange about this one was the fact he was holding some sort of small gun. Jon searched the crowd and when he noticed a few men the same. Jon slipped his hands into his pockets where his comb was hidden. He knew he couldn't do much about guns but he made him feel safer to have it in his hands.

Jonathan was surrounded before he knew it and one man stepped forward, flashing a badge to him and Jonathan was told he needed to leave with them. Jonathan could hear the whispering from the people around them and the flash of camera phones as he was lead off by the group of men. He did not like this but he would go with it for now to make sure no one else got hurt.

He was lead out to a car park and a few of the men moved to stop people following them. As soon as they where out of view of the doors Jonathan acted. He pulled his comb from his pocket and activated the sword. He caught the men by surprise and managed to take them out but one did manage to get off a shot from his gun first and the dart hit his thigh. Jonathan looked around him expecting the bodies to disappear thinking that this had been a very organised monster attack but as he looked around he saw the bleeding men. A few of them where dead and it was then that he realised something else was going on. He panicked and ran.

He got a few blocks away from the shopping centre before the effects of the dart really hit him and he knew he needed to find somewhere to hide out. A look at the streets around him made him and he knew he was only 100 metres away from the apartment he had once shared with Elliot. He still had the key and knew this would be the safest place for him right now. He headed there as fast as he could, making sure he wasn't followed and once inside he put in place all the locks and collapsed before he could even make it to the couch.

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Jonathan awoke a few hours later on the floor of a dark room. He stumbled to his feet still feeling groggy and not remembering where he was. He stumbled into a few things before he finally found at light switch. When he looked at the room he started to remember where he was and what had happened.  He moved to the TV and turned it on to see a news report on him being dangerous and how he had killed two agents and severely injured another two.  He took a seat on the couch and placed his head in his hands, wondering how he was going to get out of this mess.  He pulled out his phone and called Elliot and was about to hang up, not wanting to bring him into his mess when Elliot answered the phone.  He knew he couldn't admit that he needed help or Elliot would end up in this mess with him but he couldn't just hang up now.  "I don't think I will be able to make our training session tomorrow after all", he said.  "And I think I need to call off our date too.  It won't be safe for anyone to go near my home", he continued as the news brought up a image of the units he lived in and the police all camped around it.  "I have sorta got myself in a bit of a mess but I will see you when I get back to camp and if I don't get back, just remember I love you", he said.  He took strength from Elliot's voice but hang up before Elliot could manage to talk him into where he was.


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Eliot stared at his phone in frustration, before throwing it against the wall. He grabbed his bag full of the supplies that he would need to rescue Jon from what ever trouble he was in. He grabbed his laptop glad that he had put a tracker on Jon when they had been talking yesterday, it had been instinct, to know where he was and protect him even if they weren't together.

A smile tugged on his lips as he realized that the address was very familiar to him, he let out a gasp as a news alert popped up about Jonathan being dangerous and how he had killed two agents and severely injured another two he rubbed his face something was going on no way that Jonathan would murder anyone not in cold blood. He headed out of his cabin into the woods finding where he had stashed his motorbike he grabbed it and the helmets before heading off at a fast pace wondering what trouble he had gotten himself into.

He drove fast parking a few blocks away he climbed up to the top of the building he pulled out his sniper rifle looking around the area he spotted three snipers which he quickly took out. He noticed that there were a group heading for the stairs he would have to move quickly if he wanted to save Jonathan from the group. He ran down the stairs again before sneaking into the next building heading straight for their old apartment. He banged on the door. "Open up Jonathan, we've got to go, are you packed?" He asked him using his key hoping that Jonathan hadn't changed the locks in the time they had been apart. Smiling when the key worked he quickly and thoroughly looked through the apartment till he found Jonathan on the couch.

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Jon jumped to his feet when he heard the door open, thinking it strange that they had a key. He froze when he saw Elliot, "What are you doing? How did you know I was here? You shouldn't be here, you have no idea what I have gotten myself into. Hell I still have no idea what is going on but I figure it should be a while yet before they work out my connection to here", he said. He still walked into their old bedroom though and grabbed some of his old clothes that he kept there chucking them into the first backpack he saw. Jon wished that Eliot hadn't came but at the same time was grateful he had. He needed the help right now even if he wished that Eliot had stayed right out of it. He meet Eliot's eyes, "thank you", he didn't get a chance to say anymore though as he heard something outside. He had been wrong about how long it would take them to find him here. He was probably just lucky he had regained consciousness. He couldn't believe that it was only that morning he had ran into Eliot again. Jonathan quietly moved towards the fire escape and noticed a few men climbing the stairs towards them. They where going to have to fight there way out of this one too but at least now he knew why he was wanted or at least part of why. He just wished he wasn't dragging Eliot down with him, although he had a feeling he would have found him even if he hadn't rung him. Jon pulled his comb from his pocket and waited to see what Eliot was planning.

"Of course I came idiot." Eliot tells him fondly, spotting the men, they were not monsters to he could use his guns, he pulled them out passing one over to Jonathan, knowing that he had taken out the snipers meant that there was only the ones on the stairs to worry about. "Use this, it will be a lot more economical than your sword, I'll go first follow behind me, If I go down just run, okay, run and don't look back, my bike is stashed two blocks north of here and is the voice activated one so you don't need a key." Eliot says before kissing him and then carefully leaning out of the window and taking out the two men. "Come on before too long they will be coming in the other door." He pushes Jon out the window onto the fire escape, following him down till they reached the ground, he cursed as he heard the sound of bullets whizzing by and let out a curse as he felt a bullet impact his shoulder. "Move." He orders pushing Jon forward before returning fire at the others, while trying his best to shield Jon from any and all bullets that came their way.

Jon slipped the comb back into his pocket and took the gun as much as he hated the things he knew it would be necessary. Jonathan nodded at his comands but knew there was no way he would just leave him behind. Especially not after him turning up even when the world was against him. If it came to it Jon would just come back with the bike but he would not leave here without Eliot. Jon stepped out onto the fire escape and quickly went down the steps, keeping a tight hold on the gun. He was glad when they reached the bottom knowing they where a step closer to freedom. If they could get back to camp then they could to be followed into it. Jon heard the gunshots and Eliot's curse and worried for him. He sent a few shots at a few men that where hiding near a car and where about to start shooting at them. He did want to kill anyone else though and only aimed to wound them. He had lent how to aim a gun from Eliot after the last war. He kept running down the street heading towards where Eliot said the bike was and stumbled only when a bullet grazed his arm.

Eliot grabbed Jon's uninjured arm herding him towards the next corner and into the hustle and bustle of the next street. "Put your gun away." He tells him before doing the same for his own. They headed towards next block finally they were near his bike. He climbed onto the bike waiting long enough only for Jon to get on before he was speeding away. He took many fast corners and detours to make sure that they were not being followed.

He took the long way to the safe house that he had set up though they could have headed straight to camp it was a little to far away and Eliot was loosing blood rapidly and couldn't go much further and was worried about leading them back to camp, he didn't know who they are or what they wanted and he didn't want to lead them to camp if they didn't know where it was already. He pulled the bike into the garage letting Jonathan get off first before stiffly climbing off making sure the door was closed. He lent against the door pressing his hand to the bullet wound in his side. "Let's get inside and I'll take care of your wound."

Jon moved quickly with Eliot putting the gun in his pocket as he did so. He jumped quickly onto the back of the bike after Eliot and was glad to be on the move again. He couldn't believe that Eliot would put so much on the line for him still and truly wished he hadn't been so stupid last year.

When they pulled into the garage Jonathan jumped off the bike to help close the garage up. He then moved Eliot's hand slightly so he could look at his wound. His own was barely bleeding in his opinion and he was more worried about Eliot. "No. You are going to sit down and let me look after that. I will be fine, you I am not as sure about", he replied honestly. He lead the way into the house and made sure Eliot Sat down before heading to the bathroom where he knew Eliot would keep first aid supplies. He always had before. Once in the bathroom Jonathan quickly cleaned and wrapped up his own wound with a bandage before heading back out with the rest of it all. He took a seat on the floor beside Eliot with the first aid box beside him and took a proper look at the wound. "How did you find me?", he asked. He knew know was probably not the time to ask but with everything else right now he didn't think it really mattered. "I suppose I owe you an explanation this has all happened too."

Eliot slumped against the chair his hand pressed against the hole in his side. He thinks its a through and through that didn't hit anything vital but it hurt like hades and was bleeding quite a lot. He closed his eyes while he waited for Jonathan keeping an ear out for anything unusual. His eyes popped open again when Jonathan came back. "Don't be mad, but remember how I used to put trackers on you just encase one of my enemy's found you? Well I accidentally planted one on you yesterday, it was just I was so used to doing it it was almost automatic. I'm not sorry I did though those people would have killed you, and....and I wouldn't want to be in a world without you, and after I had killed every last one of the people who had done that to you I probably would have followed you." He tells him in a rare stretch of emotional honesty. He wanted to keep his distance but the thought of how close he came to losing him, scared him, he wanted to keep Jonathan close because, he honestly hadn't been living since he had left Jonathan, he had missed him everyday.

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Jonathan couldn't help the slight laugh at the thought of what he used to think of as a lack of privacy being the only reason he was still alive. "How can I be mad when I would be dead if it wasn't for you. I thought I would have had at least another hour before they connected that place to me. I wouldn't have got out of there without you", he replied. The realization made him feel useless but also made him realize that what ever was going on was way above what he aware of. He cleaned the wound and dressed it, satisfied that Eliot wasn't about to die from internal bleeding or anything. The thought of loosing him forever was to much for Jon.

Jon shifted to sit opposite Eliot. "Thank you", he said simply, knowing that even if he made Eliot leave him now they would both be targets and he wasn't stupid enough to think he could take them himself anyway. "I wish I could at least tell you exactly what this is about but I honestly still have no idea. The only think I can think of is that someone knows what I am but I can't see how that is possible. That is one secret no one apart from anyone at camp knows", he replied. "I killed to people because I was an idiot and thought it was some extremely well organized monster attack." He only now realized just how foolish that thought had been. No type of monster even needed to use a gun and he had known they all had them.

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"It's no problem." He tells him with a soft smile, thinking over what he had said about the organized people. "If they didn't identify themselves and came at you with guns it was not your fault, they should have said who they were, I can't help but think somethings going on, because they were a mix of mercs and army men, which is strange because they said the ones that you killed were agents but, none of the ones that came at us today were, so it makes me wonder why they were lying and trying to isolate you." He says taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

"When we make it back to camp, we will have to figure out how they knew what you were and where you would be, not to mention what they wanted with you, because I think they wanted to take you alive, but us escaping wasn't part of their plan which makes me wonder what exactly is there plan. You did the right thing okay, those people that you killed were highly dangerous people which makes me wonder what they wanted with you, because they were dangerous and I don't see anything good coming out of them wanting you."

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