Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 6/?
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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Jack cringed back from the yelling in front of him. He gripped the couch cushions in his hands, his stomach coiled and tensed with nerves from the fight. He looked away, wishing miserably that he was far from this, far from Bobby's furious accusations, from Jerry's denials, anywhere but there.
A knock at the door startled him. He glanced up at Bobby and then looked away. The cold look of fury in Bobby's eyes was enough to make him want to cry. The knock came again, unheard by any of his brothers. Jack bit his lip at the faint hope that maybe Billy had come back to see him after all.
After one more glance, Jack slipped off the couch and headed over to the front door, unnoticed by anyone. He pulled the door open as a man walked away from the door, his middle gloved finger extended back at the house.
"Your mother was a whore."
The words floated on the cold air back to him. Jack lunged forward, a sudden wave of rage flooding him. "Hey, fuck you, man! I will kick your..."
Jack staggered backwards, as a snowball whipped towards him, the icy flakes stinging his eyes. He stumbled back, knocking the snow from his face.
He wiped at his face and without a second thought, chased after the man. He scooped a handful of snow and ran after him. Suddenly, as if the world slowed down, Jack watched in disbelief as the man turned around with a large gun in his hands. Jack's eyes widened, his words fading as a surge of white hot pain exploded in his chest.
He let out a soundless cry, tears springing to his eyes. He clasped his hands to his chest, his body shuddering. He hitched in a breath and cried out the only name he could think of.
"Bobby!"
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Colin gripped the passenger side door as Billy sped down the street, the car turning the corners at dangerous speeds. He clung to the frame silently, Billy's rage keeping him from daring to speak.
Billy roared around another corner, the tires on the car screeching. "He's dead, I fuckin' swear it," he muttered. "If one fuckin' hair on his head is outta place..."
Colin gritted his teeth. Billy's boot was pressing down heavily on the gas, the car nearly flying. They came down the side street, the crackle of gunfire meeting them as they pulled up alongside a van.
Billy was out of the car in an instant, a gun pulled from inside his coat. Colin followed closely behind him, creeping up unnoticed to one of the gunmen, one that was standing off to the side. Colin moved fast, one hand covering the man's mouth from behind, his switchblade slitting the man's neck open ear to ear. The man sagged back, gurgling, his hands clasped to his neck. Colin dropped him to the ground and moved to the next man.
Billy fired with deadly aim, his bullets flying with the others. He looked up just as the glass from a bedroom window shattered near him, a man tumbling out the frame. Billy recognized him briefly as Angel. He nodded to him, ignoring the perplexed look on Angel's face. He fired again, taking out the shooter closest to Angel.
Bobby moved past the brick wall divider of the house, firing furiously at the gunmen. He stopped at the sight of Billy moving closer to the house. "Darley, y' got some fuckin' nerve!" he shouted, aiming at one man when a bullet whizzed past his ear.
"Where is he?" Billy ducked a bullet. "Where's Jack?"
"Bobby!" Jack sobbed out a scream from the telephone pole, his face deathly pale.
Billy turned around, staring in disbelief as Jack struggled to kneel, blood dripping down his shirt, coating his fingers. Jack sobbed weakly, chanting Bobby's name.
"Get down!" Bobby shouted, firing over Billy's head. Billy dropped down in a crouch, firing at another man. The gunmen hit the ground with a grunt.
Billy spared Bobby a glance and then ran for Jack, dodging when a car came seemingly out of nowhere, ramming into the van nearby. Bobby aimed again, taking out the last shooter. When the hail of bullets stopped, Bobby ran over as well, kneeling in front of Jack.
"Jack!" Bobby knelt over him, cradling his face in his hands. Billy hovered at his side, his breath puffing in the cold air. Bobby sniffed, tears leaking as Jack spat blood from his mouth.
"Jack, please," Bobby pleaded. "Y' gotta breathe, Jack..."
Jack stared up at them, his lips curving in a horrid, bloody smile. He reached one hand out blindly, touching Billy's neck, his cold fingers resting on the dark ink etched into his skin. Jack stretched his other hand, touching Bobby's arm.
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy," Bobby gripped him tightly, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!"
Sirens wailed in the distance. He held onto both of them as he slipped away, the identical looks of fear and panic on Billy and Bobby's faces looming over him.
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Bobby set the tray of Styrofoam cups down on the low table. He sat down heavily on the hard plastic chair and gestured to the tray. "Take one," he said.
Billy leaned forward, lifting the cup out. "Thanks," he muttered. He looked to the clock again, a small sigh passing his lips.
"Here," Bobby dropped a large handful of sugar packets and creamers along with several stir sticks on the table.
Jerry looked on with strained smile. "You raid the cafeteria for all this?"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, one nurse wanted t' interrupt. I think I scared her," he tore open a sugar pack, dumping it in his coffee.
"They're gonna start puttin' up pictures of y' ass around here if y'all don't behave," Jerry poured a single sugar and one creamer into his own coffee. "Lord knows they know us by name now."
Billy ripped up three sugar packets and three creamers, sipping the overly sweet coffee. "Y' guys end up in here often?"
Bobby made his coffee up, nodding. "Yeah, y' could say that. Our Ma worked part time as a nurse here," he said. "One of us always ended up here every so often."
"I can't 'member the last time I saw a hospital," Billy looked distinctly uncomfortable in the too small plastic chair, his large frame an awkward fit. "We don't go t' no hospitals."
Jerry stirred his coffee. "No? So what do y' do then?"
"We got a guy, he's a doctor, he comes out, we pay 'im, he fixes us up," Billy shrugged. Jeremiah seemed willing to accept him; Angel hadn't spoken much to anyone since they'd arrived at the hospital, trailing after Jack's ambulance. He sat with the girl that had been at the house on one of the chairs nearby, her name Billy had yet to hear.
Bobby drank his coffee in three big gulps. "Look, Billy..." he started to say.
"Y' don't gotta say nothin', a' right? This is about Jack."
"I know...I know you miss him, but he ain't the same little boy anymore," Bobby toyed with his empty cup. "Jack's...he's got some problems. Y' can't jus' swoop in an' take him like that."
Billy took a long sip of his coffee. "Y' keep sayin' that, 'problems'," he said after he swallowed. "What kinda problems?"
"Our mother was a foster mom," Jerry cut in. "She did it for almost forty years, takin' care of kids till they could be adopted. She kept the four of us cause no one else would. We all had real bad childhoods, an' we all came with a shitload of issues an' problems, y' see?"
Billy nodded silently. "Jackie...he had it bad, real bad. He was abused, the usual bullshit we all went through. Some kids get lucky; they get the good foster homes, the good adopted homes. Not us. Bobby had it rough too. No one would even consider him, no one but our Ma. She always said that no one's too far gone t' love."
"Christ Jerry, why don't y' just give him our life stories?" Bobby drawled, his lips thinned in annoyance.
Jerry ignored Bobby. "Jack's...He's different. He's...real quiet, real timid most o' the time. Only time I ever saw him really out there was whenever he'd play the guitar. He loves t' play."
Billy smiled faintly. "He used t' steal m' sunglasses, wear 'im in the rooms an' tell everyone he was gonna be a rock star when he was little," he murmured.
Bobby looked like he wanted to cry for a moment. He cleared his throat and stared at the floor. "I...I know y' don't like the way I am with him, but you just hafta to understand somethin'. Jack needs me, he needs me in a way that most people ain't ever gonna understand."
"He's y' brother, man," Billy looked mildly disgusted. "How can y'..."
"Stop it," Angel's voice carried throughout the room. "Don't say shit like that. Y' don't like it, y' can walk back to Boston."
Jerry nodded in agreement. "If Jack an' Bobby want that kinda thing, neither of us is gonna stop him, neither are you all," he looked to Colin, who sat at Billy's side, preparing his own coffee. "It ain't our business and it ain't yours either."
"What about this whole Sweet thing?" Colin asked. He glanced at Billy.
"He's a dead man walkin', I can tell y' that much," Billy drained the rest of his coffee. "I'm gonna enjoy watchin' him die."
"You aren't the only one," Bobby said. "I say we all get in on this."
Billy smiled a wide pleased smile, one that made his eyes light up. "Tell me whatcha thinkin'?"
xx
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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Jack cringed back from the yelling in front of him. He gripped the couch cushions in his hands, his stomach coiled and tensed with nerves from the fight. He looked away, wishing miserably that he was far from this, far from Bobby's furious accusations, from Jerry's denials, anywhere but there.
A knock at the door startled him. He glanced up at Bobby and then looked away. The cold look of fury in Bobby's eyes was enough to make him want to cry. The knock came again, unheard by any of his brothers. Jack bit his lip at the faint hope that maybe Billy had come back to see him after all.
After one more glance, Jack slipped off the couch and headed over to the front door, unnoticed by anyone. He pulled the door open as a man walked away from the door, his middle gloved finger extended back at the house.
"Your mother was a whore."
The words floated on the cold air back to him. Jack lunged forward, a sudden wave of rage flooding him. "Hey, fuck you, man! I will kick your..."
Jack staggered backwards, as a snowball whipped towards him, the icy flakes stinging his eyes. He stumbled back, knocking the snow from his face.
He wiped at his face and without a second thought, chased after the man. He scooped a handful of snow and ran after him. Suddenly, as if the world slowed down, Jack watched in disbelief as the man turned around with a large gun in his hands. Jack's eyes widened, his words fading as a surge of white hot pain exploded in his chest.
He let out a soundless cry, tears springing to his eyes. He clasped his hands to his chest, his body shuddering. He hitched in a breath and cried out the only name he could think of.
"Bobby!"
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Colin gripped the passenger side door as Billy sped down the street, the car turning the corners at dangerous speeds. He clung to the frame silently, Billy's rage keeping him from daring to speak.
Billy roared around another corner, the tires on the car screeching. "He's dead, I fuckin' swear it," he muttered. "If one fuckin' hair on his head is outta place..."
Colin gritted his teeth. Billy's boot was pressing down heavily on the gas, the car nearly flying. They came down the side street, the crackle of gunfire meeting them as they pulled up alongside a van.
Billy was out of the car in an instant, a gun pulled from inside his coat. Colin followed closely behind him, creeping up unnoticed to one of the gunmen, one that was standing off to the side. Colin moved fast, one hand covering the man's mouth from behind, his switchblade slitting the man's neck open ear to ear. The man sagged back, gurgling, his hands clasped to his neck. Colin dropped him to the ground and moved to the next man.
Billy fired with deadly aim, his bullets flying with the others. He looked up just as the glass from a bedroom window shattered near him, a man tumbling out the frame. Billy recognized him briefly as Angel. He nodded to him, ignoring the perplexed look on Angel's face. He fired again, taking out the shooter closest to Angel.
Bobby moved past the brick wall divider of the house, firing furiously at the gunmen. He stopped at the sight of Billy moving closer to the house. "Darley, y' got some fuckin' nerve!" he shouted, aiming at one man when a bullet whizzed past his ear.
"Where is he?" Billy ducked a bullet. "Where's Jack?"
"Bobby!" Jack sobbed out a scream from the telephone pole, his face deathly pale.
Billy turned around, staring in disbelief as Jack struggled to kneel, blood dripping down his shirt, coating his fingers. Jack sobbed weakly, chanting Bobby's name.
"Get down!" Bobby shouted, firing over Billy's head. Billy dropped down in a crouch, firing at another man. The gunmen hit the ground with a grunt.
Billy spared Bobby a glance and then ran for Jack, dodging when a car came seemingly out of nowhere, ramming into the van nearby. Bobby aimed again, taking out the last shooter. When the hail of bullets stopped, Bobby ran over as well, kneeling in front of Jack.
"Jack!" Bobby knelt over him, cradling his face in his hands. Billy hovered at his side, his breath puffing in the cold air. Bobby sniffed, tears leaking as Jack spat blood from his mouth.
"Jack, please," Bobby pleaded. "Y' gotta breathe, Jack..."
Jack stared up at them, his lips curving in a horrid, bloody smile. He reached one hand out blindly, touching Billy's neck, his cold fingers resting on the dark ink etched into his skin. Jack stretched his other hand, touching Bobby's arm.
"Don't you die on me, you little fairy," Bobby gripped him tightly, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Come on, Jack. Please! You gotta fucking breathe! Come on!"
Sirens wailed in the distance. He held onto both of them as he slipped away, the identical looks of fear and panic on Billy and Bobby's faces looming over him.
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Bobby set the tray of Styrofoam cups down on the low table. He sat down heavily on the hard plastic chair and gestured to the tray. "Take one," he said.
Billy leaned forward, lifting the cup out. "Thanks," he muttered. He looked to the clock again, a small sigh passing his lips.
"Here," Bobby dropped a large handful of sugar packets and creamers along with several stir sticks on the table.
Jerry looked on with strained smile. "You raid the cafeteria for all this?"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, one nurse wanted t' interrupt. I think I scared her," he tore open a sugar pack, dumping it in his coffee.
"They're gonna start puttin' up pictures of y' ass around here if y'all don't behave," Jerry poured a single sugar and one creamer into his own coffee. "Lord knows they know us by name now."
Billy ripped up three sugar packets and three creamers, sipping the overly sweet coffee. "Y' guys end up in here often?"
Bobby made his coffee up, nodding. "Yeah, y' could say that. Our Ma worked part time as a nurse here," he said. "One of us always ended up here every so often."
"I can't 'member the last time I saw a hospital," Billy looked distinctly uncomfortable in the too small plastic chair, his large frame an awkward fit. "We don't go t' no hospitals."
Jerry stirred his coffee. "No? So what do y' do then?"
"We got a guy, he's a doctor, he comes out, we pay 'im, he fixes us up," Billy shrugged. Jeremiah seemed willing to accept him; Angel hadn't spoken much to anyone since they'd arrived at the hospital, trailing after Jack's ambulance. He sat with the girl that had been at the house on one of the chairs nearby, her name Billy had yet to hear.
Bobby drank his coffee in three big gulps. "Look, Billy..." he started to say.
"Y' don't gotta say nothin', a' right? This is about Jack."
"I know...I know you miss him, but he ain't the same little boy anymore," Bobby toyed with his empty cup. "Jack's...he's got some problems. Y' can't jus' swoop in an' take him like that."
Billy took a long sip of his coffee. "Y' keep sayin' that, 'problems'," he said after he swallowed. "What kinda problems?"
"Our mother was a foster mom," Jerry cut in. "She did it for almost forty years, takin' care of kids till they could be adopted. She kept the four of us cause no one else would. We all had real bad childhoods, an' we all came with a shitload of issues an' problems, y' see?"
Billy nodded silently. "Jackie...he had it bad, real bad. He was abused, the usual bullshit we all went through. Some kids get lucky; they get the good foster homes, the good adopted homes. Not us. Bobby had it rough too. No one would even consider him, no one but our Ma. She always said that no one's too far gone t' love."
"Christ Jerry, why don't y' just give him our life stories?" Bobby drawled, his lips thinned in annoyance.
Jerry ignored Bobby. "Jack's...He's different. He's...real quiet, real timid most o' the time. Only time I ever saw him really out there was whenever he'd play the guitar. He loves t' play."
Billy smiled faintly. "He used t' steal m' sunglasses, wear 'im in the rooms an' tell everyone he was gonna be a rock star when he was little," he murmured.
Bobby looked like he wanted to cry for a moment. He cleared his throat and stared at the floor. "I...I know y' don't like the way I am with him, but you just hafta to understand somethin'. Jack needs me, he needs me in a way that most people ain't ever gonna understand."
"He's y' brother, man," Billy looked mildly disgusted. "How can y'..."
"Stop it," Angel's voice carried throughout the room. "Don't say shit like that. Y' don't like it, y' can walk back to Boston."
Jerry nodded in agreement. "If Jack an' Bobby want that kinda thing, neither of us is gonna stop him, neither are you all," he looked to Colin, who sat at Billy's side, preparing his own coffee. "It ain't our business and it ain't yours either."
"What about this whole Sweet thing?" Colin asked. He glanced at Billy.
"He's a dead man walkin', I can tell y' that much," Billy drained the rest of his coffee. "I'm gonna enjoy watchin' him die."
"You aren't the only one," Bobby said. "I say we all get in on this."
Billy smiled a wide pleased smile, one that made his eyes light up. "Tell me whatcha thinkin'?"
xx
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