Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: Gone 4/?
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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Jack blinked slowly in the dim light, his limbs aching dully from the persistent cold. He shuddered and curled up tightly, his chest hitching as he coughed hard, the sound wet and thick. The door at the top of the stairs opened, more shadowed light pouring in.
He felt the now familiar flare of hope spark and then fade as the heavy footsteps revealed the hooded man and the large giant of a man that Jack had nicknamed Dudley, and not Bobby as he'd prayed it would be.
"You awake, kid?" the man asked him. Jack peered up at him wearily. "Yeah," he whispered.
Dudley loomed over Jack, a wide grin splitting his oddly shaped face. "Pretty Jackie," he cooed. The other man slapped him upside the head, scowling. "Knock it off," he growled.
Jack hid a smile. The movement had reminded him of all the times Bobby had done that to him. Dudley pouted and backed away from him. He sat down on the floor, drawing invisible designs on the concrete with one meaty finger.
"He doesn't mean t'hurt you," the man said. Jack eyed him warily.
"Honest, he's like a big kid," the man said, standing by the window. "Kinda like an overgrown five year old, y'know?" Jack snorted softly and pulled the blanket closer to his chest.
"Yeah, cause every five year old loves playin' with knives," he muttered, his fingers moving over the slowly healing cuts Dudley had left on him.
The man looked over at him. "Shut your fuckin' mouth," he snapped. Jack flinched reflexively and curled up again. "Sorry," he offered. The man grunted and looked away, leaning against the wall near the high window.
Jack shivered every so often, struggling to keep his coughs to a minimum. Dudley shuffled over to him and lifted him up by his shoulders. "Hey!" Jack yelped, squirming in his grip. "Fuck! Let go of me!"
Dudley placed him on his lap and rearranged the blanket to cover Jack thoroughly. Jack kicked his legs, fighting his grip. "For fuck's sake!" he shouted. The other man came over, nudging Dudley.
"Put 'im down," he ordered him. Dudley shook his head. "Jackie's cold. He gonna get sick," he said simply. Jack covered his face, breathing hard. "Don't let him touch me," he pleaded shamelessly.
Dudley rocked him slowly, humming under his breath. "I said, put him down," the man ordered. "Nope, nope," Dudley crooned. Jack held still, tears stinging his eyes. As much as he wanted to be away from them, Dudley was warm, very warm.
The combined heat from Dudley and the blanket made Jack feel drowsy, his shivers fading away. The man eyed him, glimmers of pity for him again. Jack met his gaze, the unspoken words between them. The man sighed and looked at the ground, avoiding the pleas in Jack's eyes.
Jack closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek.
xx
Bobby sat up abruptly, his chest clenching. He reached for his tumbler with shaking fingers and downed the shot, the whiskey burning down his throat the whole way. He grimaced and pushed the bottle away, sighing.
He hadn't meant to say anything, to ever let anyone know the truth. Bobby closed his eyes, pangs of longing for Jack, burning hotter then the drinks he'd consumed. The look on Jerry's face...Bobby sighed again, rubbing one hand over his forehead.
It hadn't been disgust, he supposed. More surprised than anything else, though Bobby was somewhat amused by his surprise. Ma had always known, and one drunken night, when he'd stumbled into the house, she'd been sitting up, knitting calmly as if it weren't 1 am, and he wasn't bombed out of his mind. One look from her, and he'd spilled his guts to her, told her everything before he could stop himself, the words pouring out faster and faster.
When he'd finished, tears threatening to fall and the sickening knowledge that this might be what would surely broke the camel's back in regards to how much Evelyn would put up with from him, she'd put her needles down and hugged him. Bobby had sat on the couch, stunned and unable to process the words that she was whispering to him.
The words began to pierce through his drunken fog, calm reassurances that she loved him still, that she understood, and that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Bobby opened his eyes and poured another shot of the whiskey, downing it rapidly.
Maybe she hadn't been disgusted with him, but still, Bobby had hidden everything. Denied the lust, denied the love. She wasn't disgusted, but he sure as fuck was. Little Jackie, his shadow, copying him all the time, loyalty and trust in his wide eyes, how could he let himself think like that? Bobby choked back a bitter laugh.
It happened though, he mused. One day he'd stopped looking at Jack like he was his youngest brother, someone who needed Bobby to protect from all the horrid shit that filled the city around them. That was when he'd realized just how far he'd gone, that his over-protectiveness wasn't strictly to do with Jack's age, but jealousy, pure and simple.
He couldn't bear the thought of someone touching Jack, if it wasn't him. And that was the moment, the bolt of realization. He'd fled in the middle of the night, like the fuckin' coward he'd never wanted to be. Three months before Ma's phone calls made him feel guilty enough to come back home.
And Jack had thrown himself at him, clinging to him desperately, all scruffy hair and long, gangly limbs, pleading with him never to leave again. Bobby had lied through his teeth and breathed him in, inhaling his scent greedily. He never wanted to let go, never hurt him, he hadn't meant to.
Bobby poured another shot and fingered the edge of the glass. Jack was...everything to him. He'd forced himself to come back the last time, Evelyn's increasingly worried voice wearing him down. He hadn't stayed long...and now she was gone, and he was missing. Bobby cradled his head in his arms, his chest hitching. Sweet wanted to break him, of that he was sure.
He sniffed softly, his throat and eyes burning with unshed tears. After a long moment, Bobby pushed himself upright and tossed a few bills on the bar top. He stumbled out to his car and unlocked the door, breathing in the frigidly cold air.
Within a few minutes, he could breathe right, and felt the first hints of sobriety kicking in. "I'll find you, Jackie," he whispered, his breath puffing in front of his face. "I'll find you."
xx
Jerry leaned back against the counter, his eyes wide in disbelief. He swallowed slowly and moved across the linoleum, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs. He...loved him...like that...
He blinked and rubbed his hands idly. He'd always suspected that Bobby and Jack's relationship went deeper than with himself or Angel. He'd never resented it, never questioned the look in Bobby's eyes when it came to Jack.
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tented in front of him. He'd seen the look, the hurt and pain, everything that Bobby was holding back when he'd admitted the truth. And it had floored him, left him without a clue as to what he could say to ease the guilt that was pouring from Bobby.
Jerry jumped a bit, startled when the chirp of his cell phone shattered the heavy silence in the room. He grabbed the phone from his pocket and opened it hurriedly. "Yeah?" he said, glancing at the number on the display.
"Its set," Evans said briskly. "Tomorrow, bring the money. Warn Bobby though, Sweet, man I ain't so sure about him. He's got somethin' planned, man. This ain't gonna be no easy trade."
Jerry clenched his teeth. "What...Fuck," he said. "Listen, Jerry, I gotta tell you, you need to keep Fowler out of this. Sweet won't run this if Fowler's there," Evans said.
Jerry felt the tendrils of fear creep into his stomach. "I got you," he said.
xx
Jack looked up at the ceiling, whispered prayers falling from his dry and cracked lips. He'd always had a bad habit of licking and biting at his lips when he was nervous. The hooded man stomped down the stairs and tossed a container at him. "Eat," he barked.
"Thanks..." Jack whispered, uncurling and pulled the lukewarm container closer. "So where's Dudley off to?" he asked. The man looked at him, bewildered. "Who?" he said.
"That huge guy," Jack mumbled between fast bites of his food. The man snorted and nodded. "Ah," he said. "His name's Glen by the way."
Jack nodded and coughed violently. "I woke up and he was gone," he said when he could breathe properly. "Victor took him outta here," the man said, watching him eat.
"Why?" Jack asked. The man shrugged. "I don't question my boss, kid," he said. "Glen was gettin' too attached to you anyway."
Jack ate the rest of his meager food in silence. He placed the container down and took a few sips from the somewhat stale water in the nearby pail. "How long have I been here?" he asked.
"Few days," the man said gruffly. Jack curled up and sighed, another coughing fit overwhelming him. His eyes watered fiercely as he struggled to breathe evenly.
"He ain't comin', kid," the man said offhandedly. Jack bit his lip, refusing to rise to the bait. "If he was, wouldn't he have come already?"
Jack bit down harder on his lip, the words digging deeply into his defenses. "Hell, maybe he realized what'll happen, yeah?" the man continued. "Does he know how you feel about him?" he asked abruptly.
Jack closed his eyes, shaking faintly. "Hey! Answer me, you little shit," the man snapped. Jack looked up at him, hate gleaming in his eyes. "Fuck you," he said. The man crossed the floor and knelt down, his fingers curling around Jack's neck, stealing his breath.
"Listen to me, you listen real fuckin' good, got it?" he hissed. Jack glared back at him. "I don't like this, alright? I got other shit I could be doin', and instead I'm stuck here babysittin' your incestuous ass. So when I ask you a question, you fuckin' answer me!"
He let go of Jack, shoving him against the floor, hard. Jack dropped his head to the concrete, tears brimming in his eyes. He breathed out quickly, struggling to stay calm. "I don't hafta explain anything to you," he said. "And it's not incest, you stupid shit," he added hotly.
"It ain't right," the man said flatly. "You two was raised as brothers, still counts."
"Why do you even care?" Jack shot back, his fury finally raised. "Why does it matter to you? Do I give a shit who you fuck?"
"Least I ain't jackin' off to my brother!" the man snarled. "Now, shut up and lie the fuck down!"
Jack balled his hands into fists, shaking with anger. "You started this," he yelled hoarsely. "You keep harpin' on it. Leave it alone, man; just leave it the fuck alone! I don't gotta explain nothing to you. You wanna kill me? Fine, get it over with!"
"It isn't up to me," the man said. "It's up to Sweet. I don't like none of this, ok? It's all fuckin' wrong!"
Jack faltered, his fists loosening. "I just wanna go back home," he whispered, drained of his energy. He sat back down and pulled his legs close to his chest, resting his head on them. "You think Sweet killed my mom?" he asked in a small voice.
The man sighed and nodded. "Yeah," he said flatly. "More'n likely, he did arrange it."
Jack blinked away the immediate rush of tears. "She never hurt no one," he mumbled. "She helped everyone, the nicest fuckin' woman in the world, so why'd he have to take her?"
The man looked away from him. "I don't know," he said after a moment. "Sweet takes out every threat, kid, young or old." Jack nodded silently. He closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling with suppressed tears.
The man stood there, uncomfortable with the grief he could see in Jack's face. He sighed and then walked over to the stairs, leaving Jack alone then.
xx
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.
1
2
3
xxxxx
Jack blinked slowly in the dim light, his limbs aching dully from the persistent cold. He shuddered and curled up tightly, his chest hitching as he coughed hard, the sound wet and thick. The door at the top of the stairs opened, more shadowed light pouring in.
He felt the now familiar flare of hope spark and then fade as the heavy footsteps revealed the hooded man and the large giant of a man that Jack had nicknamed Dudley, and not Bobby as he'd prayed it would be.
"You awake, kid?" the man asked him. Jack peered up at him wearily. "Yeah," he whispered.
Dudley loomed over Jack, a wide grin splitting his oddly shaped face. "Pretty Jackie," he cooed. The other man slapped him upside the head, scowling. "Knock it off," he growled.
Jack hid a smile. The movement had reminded him of all the times Bobby had done that to him. Dudley pouted and backed away from him. He sat down on the floor, drawing invisible designs on the concrete with one meaty finger.
"He doesn't mean t'hurt you," the man said. Jack eyed him warily.
"Honest, he's like a big kid," the man said, standing by the window. "Kinda like an overgrown five year old, y'know?" Jack snorted softly and pulled the blanket closer to his chest.
"Yeah, cause every five year old loves playin' with knives," he muttered, his fingers moving over the slowly healing cuts Dudley had left on him.
The man looked over at him. "Shut your fuckin' mouth," he snapped. Jack flinched reflexively and curled up again. "Sorry," he offered. The man grunted and looked away, leaning against the wall near the high window.
Jack shivered every so often, struggling to keep his coughs to a minimum. Dudley shuffled over to him and lifted him up by his shoulders. "Hey!" Jack yelped, squirming in his grip. "Fuck! Let go of me!"
Dudley placed him on his lap and rearranged the blanket to cover Jack thoroughly. Jack kicked his legs, fighting his grip. "For fuck's sake!" he shouted. The other man came over, nudging Dudley.
"Put 'im down," he ordered him. Dudley shook his head. "Jackie's cold. He gonna get sick," he said simply. Jack covered his face, breathing hard. "Don't let him touch me," he pleaded shamelessly.
Dudley rocked him slowly, humming under his breath. "I said, put him down," the man ordered. "Nope, nope," Dudley crooned. Jack held still, tears stinging his eyes. As much as he wanted to be away from them, Dudley was warm, very warm.
The combined heat from Dudley and the blanket made Jack feel drowsy, his shivers fading away. The man eyed him, glimmers of pity for him again. Jack met his gaze, the unspoken words between them. The man sighed and looked at the ground, avoiding the pleas in Jack's eyes.
Jack closed his eyes, a tear slipping down his cheek.
xx
Bobby sat up abruptly, his chest clenching. He reached for his tumbler with shaking fingers and downed the shot, the whiskey burning down his throat the whole way. He grimaced and pushed the bottle away, sighing.
He hadn't meant to say anything, to ever let anyone know the truth. Bobby closed his eyes, pangs of longing for Jack, burning hotter then the drinks he'd consumed. The look on Jerry's face...Bobby sighed again, rubbing one hand over his forehead.
It hadn't been disgust, he supposed. More surprised than anything else, though Bobby was somewhat amused by his surprise. Ma had always known, and one drunken night, when he'd stumbled into the house, she'd been sitting up, knitting calmly as if it weren't 1 am, and he wasn't bombed out of his mind. One look from her, and he'd spilled his guts to her, told her everything before he could stop himself, the words pouring out faster and faster.
When he'd finished, tears threatening to fall and the sickening knowledge that this might be what would surely broke the camel's back in regards to how much Evelyn would put up with from him, she'd put her needles down and hugged him. Bobby had sat on the couch, stunned and unable to process the words that she was whispering to him.
The words began to pierce through his drunken fog, calm reassurances that she loved him still, that she understood, and that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Bobby opened his eyes and poured another shot of the whiskey, downing it rapidly.
Maybe she hadn't been disgusted with him, but still, Bobby had hidden everything. Denied the lust, denied the love. She wasn't disgusted, but he sure as fuck was. Little Jackie, his shadow, copying him all the time, loyalty and trust in his wide eyes, how could he let himself think like that? Bobby choked back a bitter laugh.
It happened though, he mused. One day he'd stopped looking at Jack like he was his youngest brother, someone who needed Bobby to protect from all the horrid shit that filled the city around them. That was when he'd realized just how far he'd gone, that his over-protectiveness wasn't strictly to do with Jack's age, but jealousy, pure and simple.
He couldn't bear the thought of someone touching Jack, if it wasn't him. And that was the moment, the bolt of realization. He'd fled in the middle of the night, like the fuckin' coward he'd never wanted to be. Three months before Ma's phone calls made him feel guilty enough to come back home.
And Jack had thrown himself at him, clinging to him desperately, all scruffy hair and long, gangly limbs, pleading with him never to leave again. Bobby had lied through his teeth and breathed him in, inhaling his scent greedily. He never wanted to let go, never hurt him, he hadn't meant to.
Bobby poured another shot and fingered the edge of the glass. Jack was...everything to him. He'd forced himself to come back the last time, Evelyn's increasingly worried voice wearing him down. He hadn't stayed long...and now she was gone, and he was missing. Bobby cradled his head in his arms, his chest hitching. Sweet wanted to break him, of that he was sure.
He sniffed softly, his throat and eyes burning with unshed tears. After a long moment, Bobby pushed himself upright and tossed a few bills on the bar top. He stumbled out to his car and unlocked the door, breathing in the frigidly cold air.
Within a few minutes, he could breathe right, and felt the first hints of sobriety kicking in. "I'll find you, Jackie," he whispered, his breath puffing in front of his face. "I'll find you."
xx
Jerry leaned back against the counter, his eyes wide in disbelief. He swallowed slowly and moved across the linoleum, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs. He...loved him...like that...
He blinked and rubbed his hands idly. He'd always suspected that Bobby and Jack's relationship went deeper than with himself or Angel. He'd never resented it, never questioned the look in Bobby's eyes when it came to Jack.
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tented in front of him. He'd seen the look, the hurt and pain, everything that Bobby was holding back when he'd admitted the truth. And it had floored him, left him without a clue as to what he could say to ease the guilt that was pouring from Bobby.
Jerry jumped a bit, startled when the chirp of his cell phone shattered the heavy silence in the room. He grabbed the phone from his pocket and opened it hurriedly. "Yeah?" he said, glancing at the number on the display.
"Its set," Evans said briskly. "Tomorrow, bring the money. Warn Bobby though, Sweet, man I ain't so sure about him. He's got somethin' planned, man. This ain't gonna be no easy trade."
Jerry clenched his teeth. "What...Fuck," he said. "Listen, Jerry, I gotta tell you, you need to keep Fowler out of this. Sweet won't run this if Fowler's there," Evans said.
Jerry felt the tendrils of fear creep into his stomach. "I got you," he said.
xx
Jack looked up at the ceiling, whispered prayers falling from his dry and cracked lips. He'd always had a bad habit of licking and biting at his lips when he was nervous. The hooded man stomped down the stairs and tossed a container at him. "Eat," he barked.
"Thanks..." Jack whispered, uncurling and pulled the lukewarm container closer. "So where's Dudley off to?" he asked. The man looked at him, bewildered. "Who?" he said.
"That huge guy," Jack mumbled between fast bites of his food. The man snorted and nodded. "Ah," he said. "His name's Glen by the way."
Jack nodded and coughed violently. "I woke up and he was gone," he said when he could breathe properly. "Victor took him outta here," the man said, watching him eat.
"Why?" Jack asked. The man shrugged. "I don't question my boss, kid," he said. "Glen was gettin' too attached to you anyway."
Jack ate the rest of his meager food in silence. He placed the container down and took a few sips from the somewhat stale water in the nearby pail. "How long have I been here?" he asked.
"Few days," the man said gruffly. Jack curled up and sighed, another coughing fit overwhelming him. His eyes watered fiercely as he struggled to breathe evenly.
"He ain't comin', kid," the man said offhandedly. Jack bit his lip, refusing to rise to the bait. "If he was, wouldn't he have come already?"
Jack bit down harder on his lip, the words digging deeply into his defenses. "Hell, maybe he realized what'll happen, yeah?" the man continued. "Does he know how you feel about him?" he asked abruptly.
Jack closed his eyes, shaking faintly. "Hey! Answer me, you little shit," the man snapped. Jack looked up at him, hate gleaming in his eyes. "Fuck you," he said. The man crossed the floor and knelt down, his fingers curling around Jack's neck, stealing his breath.
"Listen to me, you listen real fuckin' good, got it?" he hissed. Jack glared back at him. "I don't like this, alright? I got other shit I could be doin', and instead I'm stuck here babysittin' your incestuous ass. So when I ask you a question, you fuckin' answer me!"
He let go of Jack, shoving him against the floor, hard. Jack dropped his head to the concrete, tears brimming in his eyes. He breathed out quickly, struggling to stay calm. "I don't hafta explain anything to you," he said. "And it's not incest, you stupid shit," he added hotly.
"It ain't right," the man said flatly. "You two was raised as brothers, still counts."
"Why do you even care?" Jack shot back, his fury finally raised. "Why does it matter to you? Do I give a shit who you fuck?"
"Least I ain't jackin' off to my brother!" the man snarled. "Now, shut up and lie the fuck down!"
Jack balled his hands into fists, shaking with anger. "You started this," he yelled hoarsely. "You keep harpin' on it. Leave it alone, man; just leave it the fuck alone! I don't gotta explain nothing to you. You wanna kill me? Fine, get it over with!"
"It isn't up to me," the man said. "It's up to Sweet. I don't like none of this, ok? It's all fuckin' wrong!"
Jack faltered, his fists loosening. "I just wanna go back home," he whispered, drained of his energy. He sat back down and pulled his legs close to his chest, resting his head on them. "You think Sweet killed my mom?" he asked in a small voice.
The man sighed and nodded. "Yeah," he said flatly. "More'n likely, he did arrange it."
Jack blinked away the immediate rush of tears. "She never hurt no one," he mumbled. "She helped everyone, the nicest fuckin' woman in the world, so why'd he have to take her?"
The man looked away from him. "I don't know," he said after a moment. "Sweet takes out every threat, kid, young or old." Jack nodded silently. He closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling with suppressed tears.
The man stood there, uncomfortable with the grief he could see in Jack's face. He sighed and then walked over to the stairs, leaving Jack alone then.
xx
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Date: 2007-12-10 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-10 07:16 pm (UTC)Lol. Jack always struck me as the type who seesaws back and forth between anger and strength, and then reverts back, trembling and frightened. You see it happen several times in the movie.
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Date: 2007-12-21 11:48 pm (UTC)