~~It's not great but it was fun to write. I really have no idea why but I just really like the pairing of Jonas and Lincoln, their interactions seemed really sweet and genuine so I thought I just might take the idea and go with it. I just hope they keep Jonas' character on the show or this whole story is totally screwed. Okay, well, enjoy ~~

Jealousy.

The last thing Lincoln expected to feel out here in the middle of goddamned Amazon was Jealousy.

But when he watched the two friends embrace it just crept up on him like the sudden bout of blindness he had experienced just days before.

It took Lincoln by surprise when he took the time to figure out who exactly he was jealous of. It wasn't jealousy he felt for Jonas for getting to be to close to Lena, but he actually felt jealousy towards Lena for getting to be so close to Jonas.

Lincoln was sitting his bunk sleepless all night just trying to mull over that thought.

How? How could he somehow feel a connection, or even possibly an attraction to a man who not only betrayed his father's trust but lied to the entire rescue team and stole one of their tapes whilst hiding the fact he was cursed and thereby endangering the lives of everyone aboard the Magus all within less than 24 hours?

But he just couldn't bring himself to be angry at Jonas. And he couldn't for the life of him, figure out why. Maybe it was his charm, the way he spoke or carried himself…his eyes maybe…his smirk…his frat boy immaturity…

Lincoln rolled over onto his back. He knew he had more important things to think about. But it was just a strange feeling to have developed a silly crush on this kid he found hanging out (literally) in the middle of the rainforest. He disturbed and intrigued him that he could feel this way about some younger man who worked for his dad, and he couldn't bring himself to focus on anything else.

He tried to push the thought of Jonas out of this head. What about Lena? She was cute. Why did he somehow favor Jonas over Lena?

He rolled his eyes and sat upright in his bed. He looked down at his hand; it had thick gauze wrapped around it that Lena had applied earlier that day after his minor injury from Kurt's knife. He barely remembered the feeling of the cut from the blade but what he did remember vividly was the feeling of Jonas' hand in his earlier that day when Jonas had awoken after collapsing from a slight overdose of pain medication. The brief hand in hand moment was sweet, but Lincoln was sure it didn't mean anything. Jonas was after all just a pretty physical person in general; he simply showed gratitude with physical affection. That's all it was. Just like the slight forearm "feel up" when Jonas finally woke up after being rescued, the quick hand holding was nothing more than a manifestation of his gratitude.

Lincoln knew he needed to stop this overanalyzing; it obviously wasn't going to help him try and shake this strange attraction. And it wasn't really helping that thinking about Jonas being a "physical person" sent oddly warm shivers through Lincoln's body.

He drew in a deep breath and tried to let his mind wander to someplace else. He didn't want to think about Jonas anymore. This crew gave him enough headaches he didn't want another one just because the new camera guy was kinda sorta extremely good looking. Starting right then he promised himself to just think of something else, anything else. Anything but Jonas, just keep away from Jonas.

But all of that slipped away when the man himself, standing 6'3" in Lincoln's doorway asked him to hurry to the front deck immediately.