Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 8/?
Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.
*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
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"He lived?" Victor stared at Evan, a look of wild disbelief in his eyes. "He fucking lived?!"
Evan nodded. "Yeah, he's in the hospital, each brother's takin' a turn to guard him," his lips twitched, the slightest sneer on them. "Darley put a warning out on you, Victor."
Victor inhaled, his nostrils widening. "He wouldn't dare," he fisted one hand and slammed it into the expensive wood desk. "He wouldn't dare try, he's all talk! Crazy fuckin' white boy, he's crazy if he thinks for one second that I'm afraid of him!"
"Vic, it ain't just Darley comin', it's all of them," Evan crossed his arms over his large belly. "Look, I know whatcha thinkin', and this ain't somethin' you can brush off."
"Did I ask what you think?!" Victor demanded. He sat back in his chair. Evan noted with some amusement the sweat stains that were beginning to appear on Victor's dress shirt. "Money...I can pay him off."
Evan bit back the snort that tried to pass his lips. Victor drummed his fingers along the desktop blotter. "No...No, money he's got, he doesn't need mine," he muttered. "Jesus, fuck! Jack wasn't even s'posed to get hit! The hit was for Bobby!"
"Bobby's gonna come, he woulda come for you no matter what, Vic," Evan trailed off at the murderous look on Victor's face.
"You think I don't know that? Get the fuck outta here!" Victor shouted. "Sittin' there with that smug fucking smirk on your fat ass? Get out!"
Evan stood up and walked over to the door, pausing when Victor called his name.
"You put the word out, you find a way to get Bobby to meet me," Victor said. "Bobby fuckin' Mercer, and Billy Darley, I swear the Devil's ice skatin' in Hell right now..."
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Jerry paced in the living room of the house. "So, explain to me just exactly how you plan on doing this? Cause what I'm hearing, y' all are crazy if you think this is gonna work."
"Oh, it'll work," Colin sat on the edge of the couch, methodically cleaning his preferred gun. He loaded it and flipped the safety on. "Look, Jeremiah," he started to say.
"Call me, Jerry," he turned and looked at him. "We don't have any reason to be formal now."
Colin nodded. "Yeah, fine," he placed the gun on the coffee table. "I know y' worryin', an' you really don't need to be. Billy knows what he's doin'. He's been dealing with guys like Victor Sweet his whole life."
"You don't understand," Jerry fretted as he paced. "Victor won't just try and take you guys out, he'll take out everyone you know...my family. Colin, my family is at stake. Victor started this because of me!"
"Billy took out an entire family as revenge for what a man did to his brother. Never mind that Billy started it," Colin murmured. "He understands Sweet cause they're on the same wavelength, y' know?"
"Oh, how very reassuring," Jerry rolled his eyes, "So one murderer understands another."
The sound of a safety latch being flipped as Colin picked up another gun echoed in the room. "I ain't explainin' nothin' to the likes o' you," he said calmly, "You made y' mind up the first time y' saw me an' Billy. You jus' keep rememberin' who the bad guy really is, an' who showed up t' help y'all with the shoot-out."
"Colin..."
"Don't be so quick t' judge him, Jerry," Colin set the gun down and reached for the packs of bullets. He fed them into the chambers, his fingers nimbly working each in. "Do not judge, or you too will be judged," he spoke with quiet conviction.
Jerry paused in his pacing and stared at Colin. "Did you just...you know the bible?!"
Colin smiled grimly and spun the chamber of the gun, locking it in place. "That surprises y', huh? Criminals don't know the bible, don't respect the teachin's, right?" He wiped his hands clean on the rag cloth sitting nearby. "I caught a glimpse of Bobby's tattoo 'round his neck this mornin'," he continued. "Nice tat, that one, very detailed rosary. Nice touch an' yet, what was that on his back? 'No Mercy'....Funny that he's got both."
Jerry sat down beside him, a new respect gleaming in his eyes. "Bobby doesn't believe in mercy in some ways, cause none was shown to him when we were all small."
"But he wears the rosary, inked into his skin no less," Colin nodded. "What do y' think he prays for? We're taught t' not judge, that we have no right t' judge unless our lives are up for judgin' too. An' who is he t' decide who gets mercy? Isn't that up to God?"
Jerry sat in contemplative silence, taking in Colin's quietly spoken beliefs.
"So, maybe y' need to think about that. Billy...he's done bad shit, no doubt, but so has Bobby. Two of y' own brothers killed the men who shot up y' Ma. An eye for an eye ain't what mercy is about," Colin picked up the cloth and wiped the guns down. "I'm no better, but at least I can face m' self an' not be judgin' any one else."
"I'm sorry, Colin," Jerry offered. Colin smiled a slow smile and nodded.
"It's fine. Billy's gonna put the word out on Victor. Knowin' Victor, he'll wanna meet up. That's fine. We're gonna take him out on his own territory. We're shuttin' him down an' putting someone new in his place, someone we can trust."
"You...you guys really wanna keep someone in Victor Sweet's place?" Jerry groaned, rubbing his forehead tiredly.
"Guys like Victor Sweet serve a purpose," Colin began collecting the stray bullets on the table. He neatly slipped them into the ammo boxes. "Every big city has a guy like Victor. The only problem is when a guy like Victor goes too far." He glanced at Jerry. "Like this, yeah? Who kills a little ol' lady over property issues? He got greedy, man. Straight out greedy. An' now look at what he's got chasin' him down."
"And if the guy who replaces him is even worse?" Jerry demanded. "How can we know to trust that shit like this don't happen no more?"
"Because," he explained patiently. "It'll be a guy Billy trusts."
Jerry sat back against the couch. "A guy that someone like Billy trusts, well that's fantastic..." he sighed.
"Mhm, I know jus' the guy he'll bring in, too. Y' can trust him," Colin set the stacked boxes to the side. "His name's Eddie. He's good. Big guy, doesn't take shit an' knows how t' run things without fuckin' everythin' along the way."
"Uh huh," Jerry nodded. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Shit, we gotta get goin'. Visiting hours are comin' up."
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Jack sat up slowly, a silly smile curving his lips. "Whoa..." he held onto Bobby's arms, swaying, "Those are some damn strong drugs," he laughed.
"Easy there, Cracker Jack," Bobby fussed over him, helping him sit in the wheelchair.
"Animal crackers in my soup," Jack sang lowly.
Bobby shook his head. "Higher than a fuckin' kite on those painkillers, I'm cuttin' you offa them."
"No....nope, I kinda like them. My shoulder doesn't hurt now," Jack assured him, "Mhm, lovely numbing pills."
Bobby tugged the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Jack to keep him warm. "There ya go, snug an' warm," he said. "Good?"
Jack nodded. He took one of Bobby's hands between his own. "Thanks, Bobby...y' know...for..."
"Shh, yeah I know, but we're not talkin' about that today," Bobby swallowed. He could still hear the sound of Jack screaming his name in his ears.
"Where we goin'?" Jack yawned. The pain medication made him sleepy more than anything else. Bobby could count on one hand how many hours that Jack was actually awake each day.
"We're gonna go take a walk around, maybe get some fresh air," Bobby shrugged his jacket and knit hat on.
"We're not s'posed to go outside," Jack reminded him.
"Let's see that old broad nurse stop me," Bobby chuckled. "She'd hafta catch us first."
Jack laughed and held onto the blankets around him. "You're bad....very bad, Ma would be tuggin' your ear an' slapping you upside the head right now."
"Yeah, she would be," Bobby smiled sadly. He pushed the wheelchair down the hallway, going a little faster than he should have been. "Whatcha think? You wanna go downstairs?" he asked when they stopped in front of the large glass windows.
Jack leaned forward and breathed out, fogging up part of the glass. He wrote a fancy letter 'J' with his fingers and beamed up at Bobby. "Yeah, sure," he nodded.
Bobby felt a lump rise in his throat. He forced a smile and pushed the wheelchair over to the elevators. They went in silence to the doorway of the snow covered gardens. Bobby tugged his hat off and popped it onto Jack's head, snugly covering his ears.
"There," Bobby said, pulling the blankets up around Jack's thin body. "Warm enough?"
Jack nodded, holding his arms over his chest. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
Jack licked his lower lip. "Bobby...Are you gonna stick around for awhile once I get home?"
"Are you stayin' home?" Bobby dug a pack of cigarettes from his coat and stepped outside. He lit one quickly and inhaled, his shoulders hunched against the bitingly cold wind.
Jack nodded. "Yeah...I, I was gonna tell Mom that I needed to come back home. Things aren't goin' too well. I need...shit; I guess I just needed to be home again." He sniffed a bit, rubbing at his nose.
Bobby flicked his cigarette. "So, you want me to hang around?"
"Bobby...Don't do this to me, man," Jack sighed. "You always do this, make me feel like I'm beggin' for you to hang around an' pay attention."
"If you want me to stay, just say it," Bobby inhaled deeply on the cigarette, a puff of smoke floating above his hastily combed hair. "I can't read y' mind, tragic as that is."
"Perv," Jack smiled a little. "You just wanna know what I'm thinkin' about, hoping it's something smutty."
Bobby flashed a grin at him. "Ahh, so it is somethin' pervy. Good...anythin' about me?"
"Pfft, like I'm gonna tell you," Jack sniffed again, his nose beginning to run.
Bobby pulled some tissues from his coat pocket and leaned in, wiping his nose smoothly. Jack stared at him and then laughed, tears in his eyes from the strength of his laugh.
"What?"
"You...You're carryin' tissue, in your pocket!" Jack chuckled, deeply amused.
Bobby grimaced. "I don't wanna wipe my nose on my sleeve, thank you."
Jack just laughed more. "You're becomin' more like Ma every year."
Bobby flicked his cigarette. "Ah, shut it, you," he said. He leaned in, cupping Jack's cheek, his thumb moving over his cheekbone.
"Bobby..." Jack's laughter trailed off. "Bobby, I..." he stared into his eyes.
"I don't regret it," Bobby said, his words a mere whisper. "Not one second."
Jack shivered. "Bobby...Please, I want you to stay, this...this thing, we can figure it out, but you hafta stay if we're gonna work things out."
Bobby nodded, tracing his cheek with his roughened thumb. "You know I love y', Jack. You're...you're my Jackie. You're...everything. An' I can't keep runnin' from this," he breathed out; warm air ghosting over Jack's parted lips.
Jack closed the distance between them, kissing Bobby. He held onto him, gripping his coat for support. Bobby groaned low in his throat; Jack's lips sliding over his own, the kiss making him feel dizzy.
The sound of a disgruntled throat clearing broke up the kiss. Bobby jumped back, his cigarette falling into the snow behind him. Jack blushed hard and sat down in his chair.
"Uh..." he stuttered.
The nurse stared at them disapprovingly. "Mr. Mercer, if I catch you out of bed one more time, there's going to be hell to pay!" she crossed her arms, glaring at Bobby. "And you should know better! Taking poor Jack nearly outside! What were you thinking?"
"Don't yell at Bobby, I asked him to take me for fresh air," Jack lied smoothly, his wide blue eyes on the nurse.
She eyed them suspiciously. "Mhm, well back to bed with you, young man," she marched over and tugged the wheelchair back.
Jack tugged the hat off and held it carefully in his lap. "C'mon, Bobby, she won't bite," he grinned.
"Prove it," Bobby muttered under his breath as he followed at Jack's side, his hand holding tightly to Jack's, their fingers entwined.
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Author: veiledndarkness
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Billy Darley wants his baby brother back.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended, no profit made.
A big thank you to
littlewitch34 for all your help, inspiration and answering of my endless ideas and questions.*Cross-over with Death Sentence *
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"He lived?" Victor stared at Evan, a look of wild disbelief in his eyes. "He fucking lived?!"
Evan nodded. "Yeah, he's in the hospital, each brother's takin' a turn to guard him," his lips twitched, the slightest sneer on them. "Darley put a warning out on you, Victor."
Victor inhaled, his nostrils widening. "He wouldn't dare," he fisted one hand and slammed it into the expensive wood desk. "He wouldn't dare try, he's all talk! Crazy fuckin' white boy, he's crazy if he thinks for one second that I'm afraid of him!"
"Vic, it ain't just Darley comin', it's all of them," Evan crossed his arms over his large belly. "Look, I know whatcha thinkin', and this ain't somethin' you can brush off."
"Did I ask what you think?!" Victor demanded. He sat back in his chair. Evan noted with some amusement the sweat stains that were beginning to appear on Victor's dress shirt. "Money...I can pay him off."
Evan bit back the snort that tried to pass his lips. Victor drummed his fingers along the desktop blotter. "No...No, money he's got, he doesn't need mine," he muttered. "Jesus, fuck! Jack wasn't even s'posed to get hit! The hit was for Bobby!"
"Bobby's gonna come, he woulda come for you no matter what, Vic," Evan trailed off at the murderous look on Victor's face.
"You think I don't know that? Get the fuck outta here!" Victor shouted. "Sittin' there with that smug fucking smirk on your fat ass? Get out!"
Evan stood up and walked over to the door, pausing when Victor called his name.
"You put the word out, you find a way to get Bobby to meet me," Victor said. "Bobby fuckin' Mercer, and Billy Darley, I swear the Devil's ice skatin' in Hell right now..."
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Jerry paced in the living room of the house. "So, explain to me just exactly how you plan on doing this? Cause what I'm hearing, y' all are crazy if you think this is gonna work."
"Oh, it'll work," Colin sat on the edge of the couch, methodically cleaning his preferred gun. He loaded it and flipped the safety on. "Look, Jeremiah," he started to say.
"Call me, Jerry," he turned and looked at him. "We don't have any reason to be formal now."
Colin nodded. "Yeah, fine," he placed the gun on the coffee table. "I know y' worryin', an' you really don't need to be. Billy knows what he's doin'. He's been dealing with guys like Victor Sweet his whole life."
"You don't understand," Jerry fretted as he paced. "Victor won't just try and take you guys out, he'll take out everyone you know...my family. Colin, my family is at stake. Victor started this because of me!"
"Billy took out an entire family as revenge for what a man did to his brother. Never mind that Billy started it," Colin murmured. "He understands Sweet cause they're on the same wavelength, y' know?"
"Oh, how very reassuring," Jerry rolled his eyes, "So one murderer understands another."
The sound of a safety latch being flipped as Colin picked up another gun echoed in the room. "I ain't explainin' nothin' to the likes o' you," he said calmly, "You made y' mind up the first time y' saw me an' Billy. You jus' keep rememberin' who the bad guy really is, an' who showed up t' help y'all with the shoot-out."
"Colin..."
"Don't be so quick t' judge him, Jerry," Colin set the gun down and reached for the packs of bullets. He fed them into the chambers, his fingers nimbly working each in. "Do not judge, or you too will be judged," he spoke with quiet conviction.
Jerry paused in his pacing and stared at Colin. "Did you just...you know the bible?!"
Colin smiled grimly and spun the chamber of the gun, locking it in place. "That surprises y', huh? Criminals don't know the bible, don't respect the teachin's, right?" He wiped his hands clean on the rag cloth sitting nearby. "I caught a glimpse of Bobby's tattoo 'round his neck this mornin'," he continued. "Nice tat, that one, very detailed rosary. Nice touch an' yet, what was that on his back? 'No Mercy'....Funny that he's got both."
Jerry sat down beside him, a new respect gleaming in his eyes. "Bobby doesn't believe in mercy in some ways, cause none was shown to him when we were all small."
"But he wears the rosary, inked into his skin no less," Colin nodded. "What do y' think he prays for? We're taught t' not judge, that we have no right t' judge unless our lives are up for judgin' too. An' who is he t' decide who gets mercy? Isn't that up to God?"
Jerry sat in contemplative silence, taking in Colin's quietly spoken beliefs.
"So, maybe y' need to think about that. Billy...he's done bad shit, no doubt, but so has Bobby. Two of y' own brothers killed the men who shot up y' Ma. An eye for an eye ain't what mercy is about," Colin picked up the cloth and wiped the guns down. "I'm no better, but at least I can face m' self an' not be judgin' any one else."
"I'm sorry, Colin," Jerry offered. Colin smiled a slow smile and nodded.
"It's fine. Billy's gonna put the word out on Victor. Knowin' Victor, he'll wanna meet up. That's fine. We're gonna take him out on his own territory. We're shuttin' him down an' putting someone new in his place, someone we can trust."
"You...you guys really wanna keep someone in Victor Sweet's place?" Jerry groaned, rubbing his forehead tiredly.
"Guys like Victor Sweet serve a purpose," Colin began collecting the stray bullets on the table. He neatly slipped them into the ammo boxes. "Every big city has a guy like Victor. The only problem is when a guy like Victor goes too far." He glanced at Jerry. "Like this, yeah? Who kills a little ol' lady over property issues? He got greedy, man. Straight out greedy. An' now look at what he's got chasin' him down."
"And if the guy who replaces him is even worse?" Jerry demanded. "How can we know to trust that shit like this don't happen no more?"
"Because," he explained patiently. "It'll be a guy Billy trusts."
Jerry sat back against the couch. "A guy that someone like Billy trusts, well that's fantastic..." he sighed.
"Mhm, I know jus' the guy he'll bring in, too. Y' can trust him," Colin set the stacked boxes to the side. "His name's Eddie. He's good. Big guy, doesn't take shit an' knows how t' run things without fuckin' everythin' along the way."
"Uh huh," Jerry nodded. He glanced at his wristwatch. "Shit, we gotta get goin'. Visiting hours are comin' up."
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Jack sat up slowly, a silly smile curving his lips. "Whoa..." he held onto Bobby's arms, swaying, "Those are some damn strong drugs," he laughed.
"Easy there, Cracker Jack," Bobby fussed over him, helping him sit in the wheelchair.
"Animal crackers in my soup," Jack sang lowly.
Bobby shook his head. "Higher than a fuckin' kite on those painkillers, I'm cuttin' you offa them."
"No....nope, I kinda like them. My shoulder doesn't hurt now," Jack assured him, "Mhm, lovely numbing pills."
Bobby tugged the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Jack to keep him warm. "There ya go, snug an' warm," he said. "Good?"
Jack nodded. He took one of Bobby's hands between his own. "Thanks, Bobby...y' know...for..."
"Shh, yeah I know, but we're not talkin' about that today," Bobby swallowed. He could still hear the sound of Jack screaming his name in his ears.
"Where we goin'?" Jack yawned. The pain medication made him sleepy more than anything else. Bobby could count on one hand how many hours that Jack was actually awake each day.
"We're gonna go take a walk around, maybe get some fresh air," Bobby shrugged his jacket and knit hat on.
"We're not s'posed to go outside," Jack reminded him.
"Let's see that old broad nurse stop me," Bobby chuckled. "She'd hafta catch us first."
Jack laughed and held onto the blankets around him. "You're bad....very bad, Ma would be tuggin' your ear an' slapping you upside the head right now."
"Yeah, she would be," Bobby smiled sadly. He pushed the wheelchair down the hallway, going a little faster than he should have been. "Whatcha think? You wanna go downstairs?" he asked when they stopped in front of the large glass windows.
Jack leaned forward and breathed out, fogging up part of the glass. He wrote a fancy letter 'J' with his fingers and beamed up at Bobby. "Yeah, sure," he nodded.
Bobby felt a lump rise in his throat. He forced a smile and pushed the wheelchair over to the elevators. They went in silence to the doorway of the snow covered gardens. Bobby tugged his hat off and popped it onto Jack's head, snugly covering his ears.
"There," Bobby said, pulling the blankets up around Jack's thin body. "Warm enough?"
Jack nodded, holding his arms over his chest. "Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
Jack licked his lower lip. "Bobby...Are you gonna stick around for awhile once I get home?"
"Are you stayin' home?" Bobby dug a pack of cigarettes from his coat and stepped outside. He lit one quickly and inhaled, his shoulders hunched against the bitingly cold wind.
Jack nodded. "Yeah...I, I was gonna tell Mom that I needed to come back home. Things aren't goin' too well. I need...shit; I guess I just needed to be home again." He sniffed a bit, rubbing at his nose.
Bobby flicked his cigarette. "So, you want me to hang around?"
"Bobby...Don't do this to me, man," Jack sighed. "You always do this, make me feel like I'm beggin' for you to hang around an' pay attention."
"If you want me to stay, just say it," Bobby inhaled deeply on the cigarette, a puff of smoke floating above his hastily combed hair. "I can't read y' mind, tragic as that is."
"Perv," Jack smiled a little. "You just wanna know what I'm thinkin' about, hoping it's something smutty."
Bobby flashed a grin at him. "Ahh, so it is somethin' pervy. Good...anythin' about me?"
"Pfft, like I'm gonna tell you," Jack sniffed again, his nose beginning to run.
Bobby pulled some tissues from his coat pocket and leaned in, wiping his nose smoothly. Jack stared at him and then laughed, tears in his eyes from the strength of his laugh.
"What?"
"You...You're carryin' tissue, in your pocket!" Jack chuckled, deeply amused.
Bobby grimaced. "I don't wanna wipe my nose on my sleeve, thank you."
Jack just laughed more. "You're becomin' more like Ma every year."
Bobby flicked his cigarette. "Ah, shut it, you," he said. He leaned in, cupping Jack's cheek, his thumb moving over his cheekbone.
"Bobby..." Jack's laughter trailed off. "Bobby, I..." he stared into his eyes.
"I don't regret it," Bobby said, his words a mere whisper. "Not one second."
Jack shivered. "Bobby...Please, I want you to stay, this...this thing, we can figure it out, but you hafta stay if we're gonna work things out."
Bobby nodded, tracing his cheek with his roughened thumb. "You know I love y', Jack. You're...you're my Jackie. You're...everything. An' I can't keep runnin' from this," he breathed out; warm air ghosting over Jack's parted lips.
Jack closed the distance between them, kissing Bobby. He held onto him, gripping his coat for support. Bobby groaned low in his throat; Jack's lips sliding over his own, the kiss making him feel dizzy.
The sound of a disgruntled throat clearing broke up the kiss. Bobby jumped back, his cigarette falling into the snow behind him. Jack blushed hard and sat down in his chair.
"Uh..." he stuttered.
The nurse stared at them disapprovingly. "Mr. Mercer, if I catch you out of bed one more time, there's going to be hell to pay!" she crossed her arms, glaring at Bobby. "And you should know better! Taking poor Jack nearly outside! What were you thinking?"
"Don't yell at Bobby, I asked him to take me for fresh air," Jack lied smoothly, his wide blue eyes on the nurse.
She eyed them suspiciously. "Mhm, well back to bed with you, young man," she marched over and tugged the wheelchair back.
Jack tugged the hat off and held it carefully in his lap. "C'mon, Bobby, she won't bite," he grinned.
"Prove it," Bobby muttered under his breath as he followed at Jack's side, his hand holding tightly to Jack's, their fingers entwined.
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