veiledndarkness | Four Brothers

Title: All for Him 4/?

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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"Billy..." Jack whispered, his knees giving out from under him.

Jack swayed, dropping backwards into the snow, the world a hazy blur around him.

"Shit, grab 'im!" Billy snapped. Colin darted forward and reached for Jack, keeping him from hitting the hard ground.

Jack peered up at them, his eyes watering. "I'm...I'm seein' things..."

Colin lifted Jack back up, steadying him. Jack stared at him and then at Billy. "I..."

Billy looked Jack over, nodding at him. "Fuck...Jackie; y'sure did sprout up, huh? Y' were always so little..." he flashed another bright smile at him.

Jack shivered, his skin crawling. "I...Billy..." he croaked, "Are you...you're really here?"
"Aintcha happy t' see me?" Billy demanded. "I promised t' come getcha, didn't I?"

Jack nodded absently. He hardly felt the cold air around them, his chest hitching painfully. Each memory slid over him, faster and faster. "I gave up hopin' you'd find me a long time ago."

Billy's nostrils flared in annoyance. "It ain't easy t' find kids in the social system, Jack. They don't tell y' shit, 'specially not our kinda people. I had t' get someone t' track y' down myself."

The sound of the front door slamming open startled Jack. He looked over his shoulder, fear blossoming on his face. "Shit...Bobby..."

Billy pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat and lit one, his cheeks hollowing as he inhaled. "The Bobby Mercer," he chuckled, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I gotta say, I'm impressed jus' how far y' name gets 'round. But y' oughta know that, right?"

Bobby strode across the snow, his eyes on Billy. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded.

"Ahh, y' insult me," Billy inhaled again. He exhaled, smirking as he looked down at Bobby. "I know who y' are, but y' don't know me. Hmm, looks like I need t' make more noise this way."

"Your point is what?" Bobby glared at him. "Just fucking tell me who you are and what the fuck you're doin' talking to my little brother!"

"Your little brother?" Billy grinned. "No, no. Y' see this is my baby brother, my actual brother."

Bobby stared at Billy. "What?" he managed to get out.

"Y' heard me. I'm Billy Darley, this here is my lil' brother, Jackie. Least he was till some nosey ol' biddy had 'im taken away from us. And look at who he ends up with? Bobby fuckin' Mercer," Billy leaned in, pulling the cigarette from his lips. "And between you an' me, I don't wanna see y' wit' your hands all over him, again? We clear?"

"You better take two steps back right now, you fuckin' skinhead," Bobby hissed furiously, his cheeks reddening. "I don't give a shit who y' are or who you claim t' be. Get the fuck outta here!"

Colin shifted uneasily on his feet, his hand straying to the gun on his hip. Billy flicked his cigarette, chuckling softly. "Hmm, no, don't think I will," he pointed to Jack. "I came for 'im, an' I ain't leavin' without 'im."

Jack made a small pained sound in his throat. He took a step back from the men.

"Jack!" Bobby snapped. "Get over here. You aren't goin' nowhere with him."

Billy narrowed his eyes. "Look here, Mercer, this is my brother. Back the fuck off before y' get hurt."

"This is fucking insane!" Bobby shouted. "Jack doesn't have any family 'cept us! He never did!"

"I...Bobby..." Jack stuttered. "He's not lyin'..."

"What?!"

Jack swallowed, his body trembling. "Billy...he was m-my older brother..." he looked over to Colin and Billy and licked his dry lips, "Where...um, is Joe?"

Billy's amused grin faded, the change on his face frightening Jack. "He ain't comin'," he said. "He's dead."

Jack nodded, tears prickling under his eyelids. "Oh..."

Billy stepped forward, resting one large hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack flinched under the touch, his face turned to the side. "Was it bad?" he whispered.

Billy exchanged glances with Colin. "Nah...He went kinda quickly," he lied. "We got the fucker back though, don't worry."

"How touching," Bobby sneered. "Get y' fuckin' hands off him!"

"I ain't gonna say it again, Mercer," Billy didn't look at him. "Besides, when I touch 'im, least y'know I ain't tryin' t' feel 'im up!"

Jack blushed deeply, his eyes on the snowy ground. "Billy...Don't...don't say it like that, y' don't know..."

"I know it ain't right, Jack," Billy said. "He's s'posed t' be your 'brother'!"

Jack looked up, meeting his eyes with a small glare of his own. "He is! He is my brother, maybe not blood, but it's ok. Mom said it was ok!"

Bobby pushed his hand against Billy, shoving him away. "Leave him alone, you homophobic fucker!" he snarled. "Don't you dare make him feel bad, he's got enough fuckin' issues without you addin' to 'em!"

Billy eyed the two of them. He inhaled slowly on his cigarette, the silence heavy in the air. "Jack..." he started to say before trailing off. He pinned his gaze on Bobby then. "The fuck d' ya mean 'issues'?"

Jack paled and seemed to shrink into himself. "I...I'm gonna be sick," he muttered. He turned away and trudged back into the house, his long legs moving fast.

Bobby huffed and gestured to the house. "Are y' happy now? Fuck, you just had to set him off didn't you? He was doin' better until you decided to fuck everything over by showin' up here!"

Billy flicked his cigarette, blowing a thin stream of smoke out. "Y' better start talkin', Mercer," he stepped closer to Bobby. "Like what the fuck happened to my lil' brother for starters."

"Guess you never heard of what happens in foster homes sometimes, huh?" Bobby spat. "What the fuck do you think happened?"

"I know that my Jack was a normal kid till he got taken away!" Billy inhaled, Colin moving closer to his side. "Now he looks scared t' fuckin' death of me."

"I ain't tellin' you shit," Bobby took a step forward, unimpressed by Billy's intimidation tactics. "If Jack wants t' tell you about the abuse, that's his choice. I ain't doin' that to him. I won't make him talk about it. But you, just you bein' here is fucking him up! We just buried our mother; give him some space for Christ's sake."

"Yeah I heard," Billy's lips curled in a smirk. "Real sorry t' hear that."

"Fuck you, y' didn't even know our Ma, and I'm sure she was a better person than any biker bitch hag you mighta had."

Billy's nostrils flared again. "Y' fuckin'...Y' don't know shit, so don't y' dare talk about her!"

"Anything that gave birth to a gang banger piece of shit like you should be ashamed of herself," Bobby hissed. He pushed Billy, fed up finally. "Get the fuck outta here. Jack doesn't need this on top of everything else!"

Billy leaned in and gripped a fistful of Bobby's sweater, yanking him in close. "Touch me again, I fuckin' dare y' to," he whispered, his mouth ghosting over Bobby's ear.

Bobby twisted his head to the side, glaring at him. "You really think Jack'll go with you? Huh? You're outta y' mind if you think he will."

"What's left for 'im here?" Billy yanked harder on Bobby's sweater. "The old broad's dead. Y' got the look of revenge in y' eyes, I see it, yeah I see it. D' you have any idea what I did t' the fucker who took my brother Joe from me or t' my own father? I know revenge, I know y' want it. But y' ain't stoppin' me from my lil' brother, Mercer. That clear, did y' get all that?"

Bobby stared into Billy's eyes, searching for any real warmth or understanding in them. "Clear, but that doesn't mean I'll let go of Jack without a fight," he fisted his hand and brought it up fast, catching Billy's eye. He smiled, relishing the pain that radiated through his knuckles.

Billy loosened his grip, grunting as he stumbled back. "You son of a...!" he shouted, lunging for him. Colin moved in fast, gripping Billy and holding tight to him.

"No! If y' beat 'im up, Jack won't go wit you...think about it, man," he urged.

Billy snarled at Bobby, furious and all too eager to go at him. "Fuckin' let go, Colin!"

Colin tugged backwards, bringing Billy a few steps back. "No! Jack's right inside..."

Bobby chuckled. "Like a rabid dog on a chain," he shook his head. "Bark puppy, go on!"

"Stop fuckin' encouragin' 'im!" Colin snapped. "Y' got a death wish? Jesus...Fuck, Billy calm down already!"

Billy lunged at Bobby again. Bobby pulled his arm back, ready to punch him when he felt cool hands grip at his fingers. "No! No Bobby, don't!" Jack pleaded in his ear. "Please..."

Bobby uncurled his fingers. "Get back in the house, Jack!" he said roughly.

"No!" Jack pushed himself between the two men, his eyes wide and wet. "Damn it, Bobby! Please...Just stop!"

Billy stopped struggling, his hand touching Jack's shoulder. "Time t' come home, Jackie," he said, breathing heavily.

"No..." Jack mumbled. "Billy...I can't. I'm sorry."

"What?" he demanded. "What'd y' say?"

"I...I can't..." Jack avoided his eyes. "I...This is my home now."

"What?" Billy gripped Jack's shoulders. "Jackie, I've been tryin' to find y' for years. We lost you, I ain't gonna leave y' here."

Jack blinked slowly, a tear running down his cheek. "Why was I taken away in the first place, Billy?"

Bobby stepped up to Jack's side. "This oughta be good," he snorted.

Billy licked his lips. "Look, Jackie...I don't know how much y' remember, but it wasn't so bad. Some ol' lady got all bent outta shape one day when she saw y'. She called the social service assholes on us an' took y' away," he said.

"I remember going hungry!" Jack sniffed, another tear leaking. "I remember him hurtin' me...I remember you an' Joe takin' care of me."

Billy nodded. "Mhm, we did the best we could for y'. Our lil' Jackie..."

Jack looked down, shaking. "You're one of them now, aren't you? You're like Dad was!" his voice was flat, his words coming faster. "You said you wouldn't, that you'd never be like him! You let them take me, I screamed the whole way to the car and where were you?! You left me to the social worker! Do you even have a clue what happened t' me after!"

"Jack..."

"No!" Jack shouted. "If you guys hadn't fucked up so much, I'd still be with you. How could you endanger me like that? If you hadn't done bad shit and gotten me taken away, I would never have gone through the system and gotten abused for years! I can't deal with this right now, Billy! Just....Just go!"

He turned and rested against Bobby, choked sounds gathering in his throat. "Just go..."

Bobby gave Billy a filthy glare. "Get the fuck outta here, Darley before I shove my gun down y' fuckin' throat," he growled.

Jack shivered, holding onto Bobby's solid shoulder for support. Colin let go of Billy, who stood still, a look of shock crossing his face. "Jack..." he tried to speak, his throat closing up on him.

Bobby turned and walked back to the house, holding Jack to his side. Billy watched them, stunned as Bobby brought Jack inside. Bobby shot him one more warning glare before closing the door behind him.

Colin cleared his throat after a moment. "Uh...Billy?" he murmured.

Billy blinked, a gleam of tears shining in his eyes for a moment. "What?"

"C'mon, let's go get a drink, yeah? We'll figure somethin' out," he said, touching Billy's lower arm.

Billy yanked his arm away. "Yeah..." he muttered. He dug his keys out and walked back to his car. As he started the car, he looked back to the house, swearing he could see Jack in the upstairs window, a tear streaked face watching him pull away.

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