Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Gone 9/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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Lights...too bright...
Jack blinked slowly. His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry. He stared up at the tiled ceiling, blinking again as his ears took in the muted beeps coming from the machines near him. He shifted slightly, wincing as he felt a pulling sensation in his chest. He groaned as white-hot pain spread, searing his nerves. Panting weakly from the effort, he sat up slowly, ignoring the fresh bursts of pain that echoed through him.
He looked down at himself warily. Jack's chest hitched when he saw the I.V. lines running into his hands. He yanked his arms in vain, struggling to pull the tubes loose, his breathing coming in frightened gasps.
"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. Jack fell back against the pillows, gritting his teeth. Hot tears of anger gathered under his eyelids. He took several deep breaths in an attempt to stave off a full-blown panic attack. Faint footsteps announced the arrival of someone in the room. Jack turned his head as far as he could, his heart beat thudding loudly in his ears.
A red-headed nurse came into the room and smiled at him. Jack noted absently that her name tag read ' Doris '. "Ah, so you're awake, hmm?" she said as she adjusted his I.V line.
She picked up the chart that was clipped to his bed and scanned through it. Jack blinked. "How long have I been here?" he asked, his throat aching terribly.
Doris double-checked his chart. "A week tomorrow," she said cheerfully, coming closer towards him.
Jack flinched slightly away from her, his eyes wide. "A...a week?" he said in disbelief. "What the hell happened?"
Doris tucked the blankets in around him a bit tighter. "You were shot. You're lucky to be alive, in fact," she said briskly. "Hold still now," she added as she took his temperature with a quick click in his ear.
Jack stared at her, his mouth open slightly. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he whispered, even as the memories rushing at him then, the gunman that had taken him, the basement, Victor's face looming over him, the cold, ice under him...Bobby.
She frowned at him and Jack blushed automatically. "Uh, sorry," he mumbled. Doris shook her head and noted his temperature on the chart.
Jack bit down his lower lip, his fingers twisting the blanket anxiously. "Where's my family?" he asked finally.
"Your brothers were here earlier, but they'll be back," she said as she began to change the bandage on his shoulder.
Jack nodded, his panic lessening a tiny bit. 'Bobby will be here soon,' his mind whispered soothingly. He cringed when he felt the flickers of pain as she changed the fabric. He reached with one hand, feeling the tube that ran under his nose.
"What the..."
"Ah ah, now don't you go pulling that out," Doris chided him kindly. "I don't like seeing restraints on patients, so don't pull on the tubes, ok?"
Jack dropped his hand, his face pink with embarrassment. "What's it for?" he muttered.
"It stabilizes your breathing," she said. "You have a bad case of pneumonia on top of your wound."
Jack closed his eyes. He could still feel the ice under his knees, the chilled handcuffs digging into his wrists. He shuddered, a low moan leaving him. Doris looked up, alarmed.
"Jack? Do you want another blanket?" she asked. He nodded, shivering harder. She returned a moment later with a large heated blanket and draped it over his legs and stomach.
"There we go," she said, arranging it over him carefully. "I’ll be back in a little bit," she added. "Press the button if you start feeling more pain, hm?"
"Ok," Jack whispered, his throat aching. He slumped back against the pillow, his mind racing frantically. Jack swallowed dryly over the sour lump in his throat as Doris left the room. He looked up at the ceiling, worn out from his struggles.
Jack looked back down, a familiar weight around his neck. He breathed out, surprised to see his rosary securely around his neck once more. "Bobby," he murmured.
He ran his thumb over the top beads, his lips mumbling prayers as touched the necklace. He gradually drifted off to sleep; the painkillers in his system helping him sleep once more.
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Bobby eyed the clock, listening to it tick. He sighed and slumped back in his chair, his back paining him terribly from the hours he'd spent sitting there. Jack slept beside him, one hand clutching at his rosary, his chest rising and falling evenly.
He licked his dry lips and reached over, holding Jack's free hand. He ran his thumb along the knuckles, feeling the smooth skin. Bobby cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Y'know, Ma used to tell me that she felt lucky to have all us," he said, keeping his voice low and soothing. He huffed out a quiet laugh.
"I'd tell her that she was crazy, that no one deserved the shit I brought onto her. And I wanted to be good, even if it was just for her, I wanted to show her she was right, that I wasn't some lost cause. She never stopped tryin', Jackie, never, and I know you never stopped waitin' for me to show up, kick down that fuckin' door and bring you back."
He trailed off, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. Jack's monitor beeped steadily, reassuring Bobby. He swallowed and held tightly to Jack's hand.
"That last night, when we had that fight...I don't know what scared me so bad, I don't know why I ran," he said. "Oh...fuck, ok I do know, I do, and I'm sorry. You were right, Jackie, alright? You were right!"
Bobby ran one hand through his hair, the strands disheveled and unruly. "I just...I didn't wanna fuck you up, too," he said, his voice breaking for a moment. "I know I'm a fuck up, Jack. I'm never gonna be nothin' but that. And I can't change me; I don't even know where to start even if I did wanna change. You wanted me though, just like this, just me, nothin' else. Do you have any idea how fucking scary that is?"
"Since when are you scared of somethin'?" Jack whispered thinly.
Bobby lifted his head, his eyes wide. "Jack!" he nearly shouted. "You...Am I awake? Are you awake?"
Jack smiled slowly, a muted chuckle in his strained throat. "Shh," he cautioned, waving one hand sluggishly. "Stop yellin', or they'll kick you out."
Bobby stood up and leaned over the hospital bed, his hands shaking. "God...You're awake...Jack..." he managed to say.
"Yeah, m'awake," Jack murmured. "You look like shit, y'know that?"
Bobby laughed and leaned in, hugging him carefully. "Fuck you too, Jackie boy," he said, his head resting against Jack's.
Jack loosely wrapped one arm around Bobby, breathing him in as they hugged, taking in the smell of cigarettes, his leather jacket, and a hint of the deodorant he'd last used, the mixture so overwhelmingly familiar to him. He pressed his face to Bobby's neck, shaking as he hugged him.
"You came, I knew it, knew you would," he mumbled, tears building under his eyelids.
Bobby pulled back a bit, wiping at his eyes before the tears could escape. "Yeah," he said, curling his fingers around Jack's. "Course I did, you know that."
"I know," Jack whispered. He looked around the room. "Think you could grab some water or something?" he asked.
"Sure, just one sec," Bobby said. He grabbed the bottle he'd last used when Jerry had stopped by and filled it up with cold water from the sink. "You, uh need help with it?"
Jack shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, taking the bottle with one hand. He took small, tentative sips of the water, the pain in his throat lessening. He set the bottle down on the bedside table, his arm trembling from the effort.
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed. "Jack...How much did you hear?" he asked.
"Enough," Jack said, smiling tiredly. "You visited me before, didn't you?" He touched the rosary around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah I did," Bobby nodded. "I haven't left, Jack. Not since you were admitted."
"Bobby..." Jack said disapprovingly. "Mom woulda had your head for that."
"Well...I...Someone needed to watch over you," Bobby protested.
Jack patted the space beside him. "C'mere?" he asked. Bobby shifted closer, one hand cupping Jack's face. He eyed him, looking for signs that he was hurting.
Jack leaned into the touch. "You stayed..." he whispered.
Bobby rubbed his knuckles along Jack's cheek. "Always," he said. "So...So I guess we need to talk about...stuff, right?"
"We don't hafta right this minute," Jack said. He rested against Bobby. "Just...don't go right now, ok? Stay for awhile?"
"M'not goin' nowhere," Bobby promised, his arm holding onto Jack possessively.
Jack traced the beads around his neck, Bobby's scent soothing him more than ever.
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Future Bobby/Jack
Rating: R for violence, swearing
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, no harm intended.
Summary: AU. Jack's been taken, a pawn of Victor Sweet's game.
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xx
Lights...too bright...
Jack blinked slowly. His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry. He stared up at the tiled ceiling, blinking again as his ears took in the muted beeps coming from the machines near him. He shifted slightly, wincing as he felt a pulling sensation in his chest. He groaned as white-hot pain spread, searing his nerves. Panting weakly from the effort, he sat up slowly, ignoring the fresh bursts of pain that echoed through him.
He looked down at himself warily. Jack's chest hitched when he saw the I.V. lines running into his hands. He yanked his arms in vain, struggling to pull the tubes loose, his breathing coming in frightened gasps.
"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. Jack fell back against the pillows, gritting his teeth. Hot tears of anger gathered under his eyelids. He took several deep breaths in an attempt to stave off a full-blown panic attack. Faint footsteps announced the arrival of someone in the room. Jack turned his head as far as he could, his heart beat thudding loudly in his ears.
A red-headed nurse came into the room and smiled at him. Jack noted absently that her name tag read ' Doris '. "Ah, so you're awake, hmm?" she said as she adjusted his I.V line.
She picked up the chart that was clipped to his bed and scanned through it. Jack blinked. "How long have I been here?" he asked, his throat aching terribly.
Doris double-checked his chart. "A week tomorrow," she said cheerfully, coming closer towards him.
Jack flinched slightly away from her, his eyes wide. "A...a week?" he said in disbelief. "What the hell happened?"
Doris tucked the blankets in around him a bit tighter. "You were shot. You're lucky to be alive, in fact," she said briskly. "Hold still now," she added as she took his temperature with a quick click in his ear.
Jack stared at her, his mouth open slightly. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he whispered, even as the memories rushing at him then, the gunman that had taken him, the basement, Victor's face looming over him, the cold, ice under him...Bobby.
She frowned at him and Jack blushed automatically. "Uh, sorry," he mumbled. Doris shook her head and noted his temperature on the chart.
Jack bit down his lower lip, his fingers twisting the blanket anxiously. "Where's my family?" he asked finally.
"Your brothers were here earlier, but they'll be back," she said as she began to change the bandage on his shoulder.
Jack nodded, his panic lessening a tiny bit. 'Bobby will be here soon,' his mind whispered soothingly. He cringed when he felt the flickers of pain as she changed the fabric. He reached with one hand, feeling the tube that ran under his nose.
"What the..."
"Ah ah, now don't you go pulling that out," Doris chided him kindly. "I don't like seeing restraints on patients, so don't pull on the tubes, ok?"
Jack dropped his hand, his face pink with embarrassment. "What's it for?" he muttered.
"It stabilizes your breathing," she said. "You have a bad case of pneumonia on top of your wound."
Jack closed his eyes. He could still feel the ice under his knees, the chilled handcuffs digging into his wrists. He shuddered, a low moan leaving him. Doris looked up, alarmed.
"Jack? Do you want another blanket?" she asked. He nodded, shivering harder. She returned a moment later with a large heated blanket and draped it over his legs and stomach.
"There we go," she said, arranging it over him carefully. "I’ll be back in a little bit," she added. "Press the button if you start feeling more pain, hm?"
"Ok," Jack whispered, his throat aching. He slumped back against the pillow, his mind racing frantically. Jack swallowed dryly over the sour lump in his throat as Doris left the room. He looked up at the ceiling, worn out from his struggles.
Jack looked back down, a familiar weight around his neck. He breathed out, surprised to see his rosary securely around his neck once more. "Bobby," he murmured.
He ran his thumb over the top beads, his lips mumbling prayers as touched the necklace. He gradually drifted off to sleep; the painkillers in his system helping him sleep once more.
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Bobby eyed the clock, listening to it tick. He sighed and slumped back in his chair, his back paining him terribly from the hours he'd spent sitting there. Jack slept beside him, one hand clutching at his rosary, his chest rising and falling evenly.
He licked his dry lips and reached over, holding Jack's free hand. He ran his thumb along the knuckles, feeling the smooth skin. Bobby cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Y'know, Ma used to tell me that she felt lucky to have all us," he said, keeping his voice low and soothing. He huffed out a quiet laugh.
"I'd tell her that she was crazy, that no one deserved the shit I brought onto her. And I wanted to be good, even if it was just for her, I wanted to show her she was right, that I wasn't some lost cause. She never stopped tryin', Jackie, never, and I know you never stopped waitin' for me to show up, kick down that fuckin' door and bring you back."
He trailed off, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. Jack's monitor beeped steadily, reassuring Bobby. He swallowed and held tightly to Jack's hand.
"That last night, when we had that fight...I don't know what scared me so bad, I don't know why I ran," he said. "Oh...fuck, ok I do know, I do, and I'm sorry. You were right, Jackie, alright? You were right!"
Bobby ran one hand through his hair, the strands disheveled and unruly. "I just...I didn't wanna fuck you up, too," he said, his voice breaking for a moment. "I know I'm a fuck up, Jack. I'm never gonna be nothin' but that. And I can't change me; I don't even know where to start even if I did wanna change. You wanted me though, just like this, just me, nothin' else. Do you have any idea how fucking scary that is?"
"Since when are you scared of somethin'?" Jack whispered thinly.
Bobby lifted his head, his eyes wide. "Jack!" he nearly shouted. "You...Am I awake? Are you awake?"
Jack smiled slowly, a muted chuckle in his strained throat. "Shh," he cautioned, waving one hand sluggishly. "Stop yellin', or they'll kick you out."
Bobby stood up and leaned over the hospital bed, his hands shaking. "God...You're awake...Jack..." he managed to say.
"Yeah, m'awake," Jack murmured. "You look like shit, y'know that?"
Bobby laughed and leaned in, hugging him carefully. "Fuck you too, Jackie boy," he said, his head resting against Jack's.
Jack loosely wrapped one arm around Bobby, breathing him in as they hugged, taking in the smell of cigarettes, his leather jacket, and a hint of the deodorant he'd last used, the mixture so overwhelmingly familiar to him. He pressed his face to Bobby's neck, shaking as he hugged him.
"You came, I knew it, knew you would," he mumbled, tears building under his eyelids.
Bobby pulled back a bit, wiping at his eyes before the tears could escape. "Yeah," he said, curling his fingers around Jack's. "Course I did, you know that."
"I know," Jack whispered. He looked around the room. "Think you could grab some water or something?" he asked.
"Sure, just one sec," Bobby said. He grabbed the bottle he'd last used when Jerry had stopped by and filled it up with cold water from the sink. "You, uh need help with it?"
Jack shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, taking the bottle with one hand. He took small, tentative sips of the water, the pain in his throat lessening. He set the bottle down on the bedside table, his arm trembling from the effort.
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed. "Jack...How much did you hear?" he asked.
"Enough," Jack said, smiling tiredly. "You visited me before, didn't you?" He touched the rosary around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah I did," Bobby nodded. "I haven't left, Jack. Not since you were admitted."
"Bobby..." Jack said disapprovingly. "Mom woulda had your head for that."
"Well...I...Someone needed to watch over you," Bobby protested.
Jack patted the space beside him. "C'mere?" he asked. Bobby shifted closer, one hand cupping Jack's face. He eyed him, looking for signs that he was hurting.
Jack leaned into the touch. "You stayed..." he whispered.
Bobby rubbed his knuckles along Jack's cheek. "Always," he said. "So...So I guess we need to talk about...stuff, right?"
"We don't hafta right this minute," Jack said. He rested against Bobby. "Just...don't go right now, ok? Stay for awhile?"
"M'not goin' nowhere," Bobby promised, his arm holding onto Jack possessively.
Jack traced the beads around his neck, Bobby's scent soothing him more than ever.
xx
