veiledndarkness | Four Brothers

Title: Gone 3/?

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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Bobby ripped open the pack of his cigarettes and shook one out, lighting it with quick fingers. Angel eyed him silently and then shook his head. "You never used to smoke this much," he said.

Bobby eyed him and inhaled hard on the cigarette. "Pardon me for bein' stressed," he drawled.

Angel snorted lowly and looked out the window. "Doesn't seem like much," he said as he looked at the house near them. "No one around." He frowned and looked back at Bobby.

"We come back at night, there's a chance more people'll be around," Bobby mused aloud, smoking furiously. He flicked the ash of his cigarette out the window. "We go now, an' someone might see us, no real cover, nothin' to hide behind."

Angel narrowed his eyes and looked around the property again. "He's got lotta trees by one fence, and some bushes near the brick," he murmured. "We go slowly, an' we might see somethin'."

"We're wingin' it," Bobby said. He stubbed his cigarette butt out and blew out a quick breath. "Let's go, fuck this waitin' around bullshit."

Angel brushed his hand over his gun, tucked securely into the waist of his jeans. Bobby came around and followed him up the driveway, both watching cautiously as they did so. Angel pushed Bobby back against the trees near the fence, both of them slipping out of view.

A woman and several children left the house, the woman talking loudly on her cell while the kids argued over who'd get the window seat in the car. They piled into the luxury car and left a few minutes later.

Bobby let out a breath that he'd been holding, his eyes dark as he watched them leave. Angel gestured to him and they continued on to the house. They made their way over to the side of the house and crouched near the bushes.

"Can't just bust in," Bobby whispered. "Sweet'll have a security alarm for sure."

Angel nodded and moved further along the wall. "But he might be dumb 'nough to leave a window open," he muttered.

Bobby smiled grimly. "There any basement windows?" he asked. Angel nodded slowly.

"Right here," he said. He brushed the snow away from the small window and peered inside.

"See anything?" Bobby asked impatiently. Angel shook his head. "Nah," he said. "Just a couple of tables, chairs n'shit. Drinkin' bar too."

Bobby looked up at the house, scowling. "Think they got him upstairs?" he asked.

"Might," Angel said. He got up and moved closer to the back of the house, peering in each window. "I don't know. Somethin' don't seem right," he said finally.

"What?" Bobby asked, frowning. Angel looked at him. "Sweet's gotta know that we'd come here lookin' for Jack," he said. "So why wouldn't he keep extra guns on hand?"

Bobby tensed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up again. "The place isn't empty," he said softly. "They're waitin' for us to bust on in."

Angel backed away from the side door, his movements slow and carefully timed. Bobby palmed his gun, flicking the safety off. A loud popping sound burst into the air, breaking the sudden silence.

Bobby moved back behind the trees, moving on pure reflex. He aimed his gun, spotting the man who'd fired at him from the upstairs window. "Motherfucker's upstairs," he mouthed to Angel.

Bobby pulled the trigger, smirking when the man cried out in surprise, his hand clasped to his shoulder. "One," Bobby whispered. Bullets flew, Angel and Bobby ducking them, firing back as they ran for the car.

Angel swore, a bullet narrowly missing the side of his head. "Fuck!" he grunted. Bobby turned back, taking down another shooter. "Two," he murmured. Angel slid into the car and fired a quick round, breaking the front windows of the house.

"Drive! The fuck are you waitin' for?!" he snapped to Bobby.

Bobby slid into the car and slammed his foot on the gas, a smirk tugging his lips again. The gunfire echoed in the air as they drove away, a few birds scattering into the afternoon sky.

xxx

"I told you! Didn't I tell you this would happen?" Jerry said angrily. Bobby paced the length of the living room, ignoring him. Angel sat on the chair, deep in thought.

"It was a half-hearted set-up," Bobby muttered. "They weren't even tryin' to kill us!"

Angel looked over at Bobby. "The fuck kinda game is Sweet playing?" he said. "If he wanted to kill you or me, he woulda had a golden opportunity today. He knew we'd come by and try to find Jack."

"This is just part of this," Bobby said, pacing faster. "He's breakin' us down, tryin' to fuck with us, an' we're letting him!"

Angel looked over the list of contacts from Jerry while Bobby mumbled to himself. Jerry watched the pair of them silently.

Bobby stopped abruptly. "Jerry," he said, moving in front of him. "Victor Sweet owns more than one property?"

Jerry shrugged slightly. "He might," he said. "Sweet's all over this city. The man could have half a dozen houses for all we know."

A light entered Bobby's eyes. "We need the addresses of any homes he's got," he said.

Jerry shook his head. "Hold up," he said. "How do you even know he's got Jack in his house? It could be anyone's house or downtown or even a damned warehouse!"

Bobby grabbed the nearest glass cup and whipped it at the wall. "Don't you think I know that?!" he shouted, panting hard. "You really think I don't know that? Fuck you, Jerry! Fuck you and your fuckin' attitude and all this shit!"

Angel tapped the paper with one finger. "Sweet's not gonna keep him in no warehouse," he said calmly, as if Bobby wasn't shouting next to him. "That's too easy and Sweet's one cocky son of a bitch. He'll have him in one of his houses, that's all part of this; watch us fall apart while lookin'."

Jerry rubbed the sides of his forehead wearily. "We really gonna let someone like Sweet get the best of us?" he said. "We oughta cut the money with him. He's a business man, he'll deal that way."

"You wanna pay for your baby brother?" Bobby yelled. "Are you outta your godamned mind?" Jerry stood up, glaring at Bobby. "I don't hear nothing that makes sense comin' outta you," he said heatedly.

Bobby sneered at him. "Ok, so we crawl on over to Sweet, bag of money and all. 'Please Mr. Sweet, here's some money, can we have our brother back now, pretty please'," he mocked. "Throwin' money at Sweet's the worst thing you can do!"

Angel stood up then, standing between Bobby and Jerry. "Bobby's right," he said. "Sweet'll take the money and shoot you anyway. We need somethin' secure, way to make sure he'll take the bait."

Jerry nodded slowly. Bobby huffed out an impatient breath. "All this plannin' and maybe Jack's already dead, you guys thinkin' of that?" he said.

"Don't think on that, we gotta hammer this shit out," Angel said, holding the paper up again.

xxx

Jack watched the man pacing in front of him again, the thick blanket held as tight as possible to his body. "How much longer are you planning on keeping me here?" Jack whispered.

The man glanced at him and shook his head. "I don't know shit, kid," he said. "I'm just following orders. Waitin'...always fuckin' waiting."

"Oh," Jack murmured. The man looked at him closely. "How come you ain't beggin' me to let you go, and all that shit?" he asked.

"Would it help me if I did?" Jack asked in a dull and hollow voice.

"No," the man said. Jack blinked tiredly. "That's why," he said. "What's the point?"

"So you just give up and lie down, waitin' for death?" the man said incredulously.

Jack shrugged. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled. "You don't know nothin' about me. If you did, well, maybe then you'd understand. Bobby's comin' for me."

"If he does, he's stupider than Sweet hopes," the man said dryly. Jack chuckled softly, his dry lips cracking painfully.

"What?" the man demanded. "What's so funny?" Jack eyed him. "You don't know shit about Bobby, either?" he said. "You new in town or somethin'?"

"I know he's gonna fall for this, I know Sweet wants him dead and usin' you is gonna get Sweet what he wants," the man said irritably.

"Never cross Bobby, that's all I can tell ya," Jack said, a look of longing in his eyes. "He's not gonna talk, not gonna negotiate, and if he finds you here when he comes for me, you're gonna die too."

"Fuck you!" the man shouted. "Fuckin' cocky, smart ass punk!"

Jack closed his eyes, his body braced for the impact of a fist. He cracked an eye open, the man a few feet for him. "Truth hurts, huh?" he whispered. "Bobby'll come for me. He loves me, and I know he's comin'. Nothin' you say'll make me stop believing that."

"Yeah, you hold onto that hope, kid," the man said coldly. "Sweet's just bidin' his time. He won’t think nothin' of killing you or keeping you all for himself. And he's gonna have Bobby killed, you wait an' see."

Jack smirked slightly. "He'll come," he said. The man looked at him speculatively. "Somethin' more between you two, that why you're so sure?" he asked.

Jack's eyes widened then, a flicker of something, a look of pain to his face. "Shut up," he whispered.

"You sick little fucker!" the man swore. "That's so fuckin' wrong, man, he's your brother!"

Jack swallowed over the lump in his throat. "We're adopted," he said, his voice trembling. "It's not the same, no blood ties." The man's mouth twisted in disgust. "He fuck you yet?" he asked.

Jack stayed silent, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ah, but you want him to, is that it?" the man said. "Wanting to be fucked by his older brother, God, the two of you are so fuckin' disgusting!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Jack shouted, curling up tighter. "Just shut up!"

"Wait'll Sweet hears this," the man said. Jack closed his eyes, a few tears leaking. "You don't know nothin'!" he whispered fiercely.

"You ever tell your Momma that you wanted to be fucked by him? You jerk off, thinkin' about him?" the man taunted Jack.

Jack hung his head, his cheeks burning in shame. The man shook his head and resumed pacing. "Unreal," he said. Jack sniffled softly. "There's nothin' wrong with it," he whispered.

The man looked at him, a glimmer of pity in his eyes for a brief moment. "You really are fucked up, kid," he murmured.

Jack pressed his hands to his ears as he struggled not to cry. "He loves me," he whispered. "That's all that matters."

The man leaned against one concrete wall. "Look, I..." he blew out a breath. "Fuck, ok, I'm sorry. I just...Ya caught me off guard, y'know? You never expect to hear somethin' like that."

Jack looked at him then, his eyes blazing with fury. "Fuck you and your shitty apology," he snarled. "I don't gotta explain myself to you!"

The man blinked, surprised by the sudden change of emotions. "Settle down!" he snapped. Jack retreated into the blankets and turned his back to him. "Leave me alone," he mumbled.

xxx

Jerry walked in the door and sighed. Bobby looked over at him, fidgeting with his gun. "Well?" Bobby said, tucking the gun in his jeans.

"Evans' is gonna call Sweet an' set this up," he said. "He'll call me once it's arranged."

Bobby loaded up a second gun. "When?" he demanded. Jerry shrugged. "I don't know, soon as he knows," he said. "I trust Evans, he’ll do this right."

Bobby grunted and put the gun down, his fingers trembling. "Where's Angel?" Jerry asked, looking around. Bobby made a disgusted face. "Upstairs with Loco Ono," he drawled.

Jerry chuckled softly. "You really hate that girl, that much?" he said.

Bobby shuddered. "Everything 'bout her," he said. "She's bitchy, an' loud, and screechy, and she tries to control Angel. No good comes from broads like her."

"Angel loves her, he must otherwise he'd never put up with all that," Jerry said. Bobby snorted. "He's not in love with her," he said. "His dick, sure, but I don't see him ending up with her."

"You just don't want her in the family," Jerry said. Bobby rolled his eyes. "Can ya fuckin' well blame me?" he said.

"He loves her, Bobby, y'all just have to accept that," Jerry said. Bobby shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled a beer out, drinking half of it in one long gulp.

"I don't gotta accept shit," he said. "Soon as we get Jack back and Victor's buried under some ice, I'm outta here."

Jerry watched him, his mouth curved into a sad smile. "Leavin' again already?" he asked.

Bobby glared at him. "Don't give me none of that shit," he said. "I had enough of it from Ma, an' I don't need it from you now. I gotta work and staying around here isn't an option, got it?"

"You could find work here," Jerry said. Bobby leaned against the counter. "Why do you care so much?" he asked. "I go wherever I can find work."

"What about Jack?" Jerry asked. Bobby barely bit back a flinch. "What about him?" he snapped.

Jerry looked at him, understanding dawning in his eyes. "You stay away 'cause of Jackie?" he said.

Bobby looked at his beer bottle. "No," he said softly. "But you avoid him," Jerry said. "When was the last time you came an' stayed awhile? The last time you even saw Jack?"

"I ain't discussin' this with you," Bobby said quickly. He drained the last of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What the hell happened between you two?" Jerry asked. "You used t'be so close. Jackie was your shadow, man"

"Things change," Bobby said harshly. "He's no better, ok? Fuckin' ran off to New York, no warning, no good bye! Ma called me, worried sick. Like I knew where he was an' why he left."

"He left after you last time," Jerry said. "Every damn time you ran outta here, Jack was crushed, did ya know that?"

Bobby turned away from Jerry, his eyes dark with pain. "I did it for him, I was protectin' him," he whispered.

"Protectin' him? From what?" Jerry said, bewildered. "You didn’t have to deal with him; he was inconsolable the first time you left and it only got worse each time. You never stopped to think about how it was affectin' him."

"I was protecting him from me!" Bobby yelled. "Ok?! From me!"

Jerry stared at him. "What?" he said. Bobby threw his bottle in the garbage.

"Nothin', just forget I said anything," he snarled. "Oh no, you don't," Jerry said, grabbing Bobby's shoulder to hold him in place.

Bobby pulled away from him. "No, Jerry! Back the fuck off right now!" he growled.

"Somethin' happened between the two of you, didn't it?" Jerry demanded.

Bobby's face paled. "No!" he said, taking a step back from Jerry, shaking his head.

"Bobby...For fuck's sake...What's wrong with you?" Jerry said.

"Nothing happened," Bobby said sharply. "I made sure nothing happened!"

Jerry frowned slightly. Bobby sighed and covered his face for a moment, his eyes weary and sad. "I stayed away cause I had to. He...I love him, Jerry."

"So?" Jerry said. "I know, you love us all." Bobby laughed without humor.

"No, I love him," Bobby repeated. "In a way I shouldn't, ok? So I left. I had to."

Jerry blinked slowly, Bobby's words sinking in. "You...Oh..." he said.

Bobby nodded and laughed bitterly. "Yeah, exactly," he said, brushing past him.

"W-Where you goin'?" Jerry asked, scrambling for words.

"I'll be back," was Bobby's reply, the door slamming behind him.

"Fuck..." Jerry whispered softly.

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