Four Brothers
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veiledndarknessTitle: All for Him 7/?
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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"You don't hafta stay, Bobby," Jerry squeezed Bobby's shoulder with his hand.
Bobby shook his head. "I ain't leavin' him alone like this," he said. "He needs t' have someone waitin' for him when he wakes up. You know he hates hospitals."
"I know but it's been hours, y'all look exhausted," Jerry glanced at Billy, who was standing by the window, a look of intense concentration on his face. Billy looked over to him silently and then resumed staring out the window.
"We're fine," Bobby muttered. "We ain't gonna kill each other, a' right? Go home, Jerry. Camille's probably ready t' climb the walls waitin' on your dumb ass."
Jerry smiled tiredly. "Yeah, I know you're right. Y' need anythin', either of you, call me, got it?"
"Sure Jerry," Bobby rubbed a hand over his eyes. He held back another yawn and leaned forward, cradling Jack's left hand between his own hands.
Jerry left with a nod to Billy, the door closing quietly behind him. Bobby ran his thumb over Jack's fingers, a breath catching in his throat. "I never should have let him outta my sight."
"It ain't y' fault," Billy rested his head to the window pane. Colin was downstairs in the parking lot, speaking rapidly into a cell phone as he leaned against Billy's car. "This was Sweet's doin'."
"Me an' Angel killed Ma's shooters, that's why Sweet did this," Bobby blinked back the prickle of tears that were gathering under his eyelids.
Billy smiled without humor. "Yeah, but them fuckers had it comin'. Don't be blamin' y' self," he said. "'Sides, I woulda shot 'em if it had been me."
Bobby nodded silently. He watched the blips on the monitor, listening to the sound of Jack's whisper quiet inhales and exhales. "What happened t' your brother, Joe...was that his name?"
Billy stiffened by the window, a muscle in his cheek twitching. "He was murdered," he mumbled.
"Jesus..." Bobby sighed.
"It ain't that simple," Billy pushed away from the window and walked over to the bedside. "Look, m' gonna tell y' somethin', but don't be interupptin' me while I tell you."
"Yeah, alright," Bobby ran his thumb over Jack's knuckles again.
"It's my fault that Joe died," Billy paced the length of the room, his red leather coat creaking as he moved. "I made 'im do an initiation, be one o' my gang. He slit some kid's neck in a gas station. Only problem is, Joe didn't get away, he got caught."
Bobby inhaled sharply, staring at Billy with dark eyes. Billy kept his gaze on the ground while he paced. "The father o' the kid, some rich fucker decided that Joe spendin' a few in jail wasn't good enough. He came after Joe...caught 'im when I turned m' back for one night," his voice faded for a moment.
Billy swallowed several times and stopped in front of Bobby. "I took his whole family out," he whispered. "His wife, his other boy and him, I shot 'em all."
"You..." Bobby stared at him in disbelief. "You're a fuckin' animal, Darley, a cold bastard. How? How the fuck could y' do somethin' like that?!"
"Like y're any better?" Billy shot back furiously. "I know all about y, Bobby. I know what you've done. What was it that they called y'? The Michigan Mauler?" he crooned.
"I never killed a little kid," Bobby hissed. "I got a fuckin' soul. I never killed no one t' feel like a man!"
"Y' don't know anythin' about my life, don't y' be passing judgment on me, Bobby fuckin' Mercer!" Billy shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
Bobby let go of Jack's hand and moved fast. He crossed the room and shoved Billy against the wall, one hand clamped over his mouth. Billy glared at him furiously, muffled swears leaving him.
"I know," Bobby said softly. "I fuckin' know. I come from the streets; I'm a street rat jus' like you. The difference between me an' you is that I'd never kill someone t' feel like a badass, never killed someone for the hell of it, Billy. That's the difference, the only difference. If you'd known Evelyn, y' woulda ended up jus' like me, or like Jack, or Angel or Jerry. But y'never had anyone like Evelyn t' show you how to be a decent fucking human being and for that, I pity you."
Billy stilled against the wall, his eyes gleaming. Bobby sighed; the blue was the same shade of Jack's. He released his grip on Billy and backed up, eyeing him warily. Billy turned his head to the side, his throat working hard.
"Y' don't even know how t' treat Jack. You don't know anythin' about him anymore, Billy. He's y' brother, yeah I got that. But he's mine too. You can see him, you can spend time with him, but y' can't rip him out of the only home he feels safe in," Bobby gestured to the bed. "If you love Jack, really fucking love him, then y' won't be the one to hurt him."
"I don't wanna hurt him," Billy whispered. "I jus'...I miss him. I don't got anyone, no one but Colin. It ain't the same. My boys...they ain't m' friends, they jus' run with me."
Bobby looked over to the bed where Jack was sleeping, the gauze bandages covering Jack's upper chest, the i.v. lines snaking over the blankets, the heart monitor clasped over one finger. He sniffed, feeling more tears gather under his eyelids.
"Billy...You need t' move slowly with Jack. He gets scared, he's afraid of fights, of violence, he doesn't like it one bit. Y' can't jus' show up and expect him to run off with you," Bobby kept his tone low, shades of Evelyn in his voice though he wasn't aware of it.
Billy made a soft sound of misery and nodded. He sat down on the chair closest to the bed, resting his hand over Jack's. "I love 'im...I protected him when we were young, kept him and Joe safe from our dad. I...They took him from me, from us. Bones didn’t even care..."
Bobby rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "It ain't right, none of this is. Billy...we're gonna take Sweet down for this. But right now...right now, Jack needs to rest. I'm gonna go down an' get somethin' to eat. You want anythin'?" he asked.
"Nah..." Billy shook his head. He leaned his arm on the bedrail, resting his head to his arm, his eyes half closed in exhaustion. Bobby watched him for a moment and then left the room, shutting the door behind him carefully.
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It was dark in the room when Jack opened his eyes, dim light filtering in from the windows, but not enough to chase the darkness away. Jack cringed and moved to sit up, a sharp flash of pain flooding him. He choked on a gasp and fell back against the bed, his mouth open in a grimace of agony.
"Bobby..." he whispered.
"He ain't here," a voice said to his left. A warm glow of light came on over the bed, chasing the shadows back.
Jack sighed and looked to his left, smiling faintly when he saw Billy sitting in the chair beside the bed. "Billy...You came back?"
Billy nodded. Jack noticed the dark smudges under Billy's eyes, how pale he looked in the light. Jack lifted his hand and moved forward a little, ignoring the surge of new pain. He rested his fingers on the side of Billy's scalp, touching the smooth skin.
"When did you shave it all off?"
"A few years ago," Billy murmured with a touch of amusement. "I decided t' get rid of it all one night."
"You look better with hair," Jack smiled slowly at the look of annoyance on Billy's face.
"It was always in m' face," Billy said. "I hated havin't' fix it offa m' face."
Jack let out a soft chuckle. "Whatever...y' look so different, Billy," he said.
Billy rested his hand against Jack's, holding onto his fingers. "Is that really sucha bad thing?"
"I wanted to be like you, y' know," Jack looked down at his hospital blanket, his shoulder aching steadily. He swallowed, the pain was nauseating. "I thought you were everything that I wanted to be. And now look...You're one of them."
"Jack..." Billy sighed, rubbing his thumb over Jack's hand. "Y' don't understand..."
"No, I understand," Jack licked his dry lips. "I understand cause I remember Dad, and I remember how much he hurt you, hurt all of us. That doesn't make it ok for you to be like him!"
Billy sighed. "I'm worse. The things I've done...Maybe its better that y' don't know."
"Billy...you don't hafta be like this," Jack looked to him with wide eyes, the blue of them shimmering in the dim light. "You don't...You can be anythin'. That life doesn't have to be yours."
"Mr. Rogers tell y' that?" Billy snapped.
Jack tugged his hand back from Billy's. "Fuck you then," he whispered, struggling not to cry. "Go ahead, make fun of me. At least I'm trying to be better. What's your excuse?!"
"Y' don't jus' walk away from gangs, Jack!" Billy sat back in his chair, weary exhaustion etched on his face. "It's m' life, it's everythin' I know!"
"Don't you want better than that for yourself?" Jack bit his lip, pressing the call button for the nurse, his nausea rising. "You really wanna die in the streets?"
Billy shook his head. "Y' don't..." he started to say. He fell silent when the nurse came into the room.
Jack visibly relaxed with the pain medication floating through him. He waited until the nurse left the room. "Ma told me once that we're the ones that choose how our lives will go. We don't choose the start but we have the ability to shape the future. Go ahead an' laugh at me, Billy. But I know what future I chose. You gotta shape yours now."
"She sounds like she was a real smart one," Billy murmured.
Jack smiled, edging his hand closer to Billy's again. "She was an angel, Billy. So good...she had a way of makin' you wanna be better. Don't be like Dad, Billy. Don't..."
"Shh," Billy stroked his hand. "Sleep, Jackie. Y' need t' heal up."
"Is he gone? Did he die?" Jack whispered.
Billy nodded. "Yeah, he died not long after Joe. He had it comin'."
Jack toyed with the blanket with his other hand. "Billy...did you do it?"
"Do what?"
Jack looked up at him. "Did you kill Dad?"
After a long moment's pause, Billy nodded. "Yeah, yeah I did, Jack."
"Oh..." Jack twisted his fingers in the blanket. "You think he ever missed me after the social worker took me away?"
"Yeah....sure he did," Billy watched Jack's fingers rub against the material.
Jack closed his eyes, certain that Billy was lying as nicely as he could. "I missed you. You and Joe...so much, I cried every night, pleading to be sent back home. I was so sure that you were coming for me," he sniffed softly.
"If I could have....I woulda been there in a second, Jack," Billy said. "I tried, I swear...it took me years t' find anythin' on you."
Jack nodded, sighing. "I don't blame you. You were a kid too," he said. "Where's Bobby?" he asked.
"He went t' get some food," Billy leaned forward again. "Look, I'm sorry 'bout what I said before. I know...I know y' love him. I jus'...It caught me off guard is all. I swear."
A faint blush rose on Jack's cheeks. "It happened...slowly. We haven't, uh y' know, but he knows I love him an' we..." he trailed off, smiling a little.
"S' ok, I don't need details," Billy said with a bit of a smile. "I can see he's real protective..."
"A little overprotective," Jack nodded. "He means well...he's a lot like you. He reminds me of you sometimes."
"Of me?" Billy stared at him. "What?"
Jack yawned a little. "Mhm, you're both loud, impulsive, bad tempers..." his eyes began to close a bit, the drugs kicking in more. He drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.
Billy snorted, a small chuckle leaving him. "Like brothers..." he held onto Jack's hand, silently mourning for the lost years.
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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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"You don't hafta stay, Bobby," Jerry squeezed Bobby's shoulder with his hand.
Bobby shook his head. "I ain't leavin' him alone like this," he said. "He needs t' have someone waitin' for him when he wakes up. You know he hates hospitals."
"I know but it's been hours, y'all look exhausted," Jerry glanced at Billy, who was standing by the window, a look of intense concentration on his face. Billy looked over to him silently and then resumed staring out the window.
"We're fine," Bobby muttered. "We ain't gonna kill each other, a' right? Go home, Jerry. Camille's probably ready t' climb the walls waitin' on your dumb ass."
Jerry smiled tiredly. "Yeah, I know you're right. Y' need anythin', either of you, call me, got it?"
"Sure Jerry," Bobby rubbed a hand over his eyes. He held back another yawn and leaned forward, cradling Jack's left hand between his own hands.
Jerry left with a nod to Billy, the door closing quietly behind him. Bobby ran his thumb over Jack's fingers, a breath catching in his throat. "I never should have let him outta my sight."
"It ain't y' fault," Billy rested his head to the window pane. Colin was downstairs in the parking lot, speaking rapidly into a cell phone as he leaned against Billy's car. "This was Sweet's doin'."
"Me an' Angel killed Ma's shooters, that's why Sweet did this," Bobby blinked back the prickle of tears that were gathering under his eyelids.
Billy smiled without humor. "Yeah, but them fuckers had it comin'. Don't be blamin' y' self," he said. "'Sides, I woulda shot 'em if it had been me."
Bobby nodded silently. He watched the blips on the monitor, listening to the sound of Jack's whisper quiet inhales and exhales. "What happened t' your brother, Joe...was that his name?"
Billy stiffened by the window, a muscle in his cheek twitching. "He was murdered," he mumbled.
"Jesus..." Bobby sighed.
"It ain't that simple," Billy pushed away from the window and walked over to the bedside. "Look, m' gonna tell y' somethin', but don't be interupptin' me while I tell you."
"Yeah, alright," Bobby ran his thumb over Jack's knuckles again.
"It's my fault that Joe died," Billy paced the length of the room, his red leather coat creaking as he moved. "I made 'im do an initiation, be one o' my gang. He slit some kid's neck in a gas station. Only problem is, Joe didn't get away, he got caught."
Bobby inhaled sharply, staring at Billy with dark eyes. Billy kept his gaze on the ground while he paced. "The father o' the kid, some rich fucker decided that Joe spendin' a few in jail wasn't good enough. He came after Joe...caught 'im when I turned m' back for one night," his voice faded for a moment.
Billy swallowed several times and stopped in front of Bobby. "I took his whole family out," he whispered. "His wife, his other boy and him, I shot 'em all."
"You..." Bobby stared at him in disbelief. "You're a fuckin' animal, Darley, a cold bastard. How? How the fuck could y' do somethin' like that?!"
"Like y're any better?" Billy shot back furiously. "I know all about y, Bobby. I know what you've done. What was it that they called y'? The Michigan Mauler?" he crooned.
"I never killed a little kid," Bobby hissed. "I got a fuckin' soul. I never killed no one t' feel like a man!"
"Y' don't know anythin' about my life, don't y' be passing judgment on me, Bobby fuckin' Mercer!" Billy shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.
Bobby let go of Jack's hand and moved fast. He crossed the room and shoved Billy against the wall, one hand clamped over his mouth. Billy glared at him furiously, muffled swears leaving him.
"I know," Bobby said softly. "I fuckin' know. I come from the streets; I'm a street rat jus' like you. The difference between me an' you is that I'd never kill someone t' feel like a badass, never killed someone for the hell of it, Billy. That's the difference, the only difference. If you'd known Evelyn, y' woulda ended up jus' like me, or like Jack, or Angel or Jerry. But y'never had anyone like Evelyn t' show you how to be a decent fucking human being and for that, I pity you."
Billy stilled against the wall, his eyes gleaming. Bobby sighed; the blue was the same shade of Jack's. He released his grip on Billy and backed up, eyeing him warily. Billy turned his head to the side, his throat working hard.
"Y' don't even know how t' treat Jack. You don't know anythin' about him anymore, Billy. He's y' brother, yeah I got that. But he's mine too. You can see him, you can spend time with him, but y' can't rip him out of the only home he feels safe in," Bobby gestured to the bed. "If you love Jack, really fucking love him, then y' won't be the one to hurt him."
"I don't wanna hurt him," Billy whispered. "I jus'...I miss him. I don't got anyone, no one but Colin. It ain't the same. My boys...they ain't m' friends, they jus' run with me."
Bobby looked over to the bed where Jack was sleeping, the gauze bandages covering Jack's upper chest, the i.v. lines snaking over the blankets, the heart monitor clasped over one finger. He sniffed, feeling more tears gather under his eyelids.
"Billy...You need t' move slowly with Jack. He gets scared, he's afraid of fights, of violence, he doesn't like it one bit. Y' can't jus' show up and expect him to run off with you," Bobby kept his tone low, shades of Evelyn in his voice though he wasn't aware of it.
Billy made a soft sound of misery and nodded. He sat down on the chair closest to the bed, resting his hand over Jack's. "I love 'im...I protected him when we were young, kept him and Joe safe from our dad. I...They took him from me, from us. Bones didn’t even care..."
Bobby rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "It ain't right, none of this is. Billy...we're gonna take Sweet down for this. But right now...right now, Jack needs to rest. I'm gonna go down an' get somethin' to eat. You want anythin'?" he asked.
"Nah..." Billy shook his head. He leaned his arm on the bedrail, resting his head to his arm, his eyes half closed in exhaustion. Bobby watched him for a moment and then left the room, shutting the door behind him carefully.
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It was dark in the room when Jack opened his eyes, dim light filtering in from the windows, but not enough to chase the darkness away. Jack cringed and moved to sit up, a sharp flash of pain flooding him. He choked on a gasp and fell back against the bed, his mouth open in a grimace of agony.
"Bobby..." he whispered.
"He ain't here," a voice said to his left. A warm glow of light came on over the bed, chasing the shadows back.
Jack sighed and looked to his left, smiling faintly when he saw Billy sitting in the chair beside the bed. "Billy...You came back?"
Billy nodded. Jack noticed the dark smudges under Billy's eyes, how pale he looked in the light. Jack lifted his hand and moved forward a little, ignoring the surge of new pain. He rested his fingers on the side of Billy's scalp, touching the smooth skin.
"When did you shave it all off?"
"A few years ago," Billy murmured with a touch of amusement. "I decided t' get rid of it all one night."
"You look better with hair," Jack smiled slowly at the look of annoyance on Billy's face.
"It was always in m' face," Billy said. "I hated havin't' fix it offa m' face."
Jack let out a soft chuckle. "Whatever...y' look so different, Billy," he said.
Billy rested his hand against Jack's, holding onto his fingers. "Is that really sucha bad thing?"
"I wanted to be like you, y' know," Jack looked down at his hospital blanket, his shoulder aching steadily. He swallowed, the pain was nauseating. "I thought you were everything that I wanted to be. And now look...You're one of them."
"Jack..." Billy sighed, rubbing his thumb over Jack's hand. "Y' don't understand..."
"No, I understand," Jack licked his dry lips. "I understand cause I remember Dad, and I remember how much he hurt you, hurt all of us. That doesn't make it ok for you to be like him!"
Billy sighed. "I'm worse. The things I've done...Maybe its better that y' don't know."
"Billy...you don't hafta be like this," Jack looked to him with wide eyes, the blue of them shimmering in the dim light. "You don't...You can be anythin'. That life doesn't have to be yours."
"Mr. Rogers tell y' that?" Billy snapped.
Jack tugged his hand back from Billy's. "Fuck you then," he whispered, struggling not to cry. "Go ahead, make fun of me. At least I'm trying to be better. What's your excuse?!"
"Y' don't jus' walk away from gangs, Jack!" Billy sat back in his chair, weary exhaustion etched on his face. "It's m' life, it's everythin' I know!"
"Don't you want better than that for yourself?" Jack bit his lip, pressing the call button for the nurse, his nausea rising. "You really wanna die in the streets?"
Billy shook his head. "Y' don't..." he started to say. He fell silent when the nurse came into the room.
Jack visibly relaxed with the pain medication floating through him. He waited until the nurse left the room. "Ma told me once that we're the ones that choose how our lives will go. We don't choose the start but we have the ability to shape the future. Go ahead an' laugh at me, Billy. But I know what future I chose. You gotta shape yours now."
"She sounds like she was a real smart one," Billy murmured.
Jack smiled, edging his hand closer to Billy's again. "She was an angel, Billy. So good...she had a way of makin' you wanna be better. Don't be like Dad, Billy. Don't..."
"Shh," Billy stroked his hand. "Sleep, Jackie. Y' need t' heal up."
"Is he gone? Did he die?" Jack whispered.
Billy nodded. "Yeah, he died not long after Joe. He had it comin'."
Jack toyed with the blanket with his other hand. "Billy...did you do it?"
"Do what?"
Jack looked up at him. "Did you kill Dad?"
After a long moment's pause, Billy nodded. "Yeah, yeah I did, Jack."
"Oh..." Jack twisted his fingers in the blanket. "You think he ever missed me after the social worker took me away?"
"Yeah....sure he did," Billy watched Jack's fingers rub against the material.
Jack closed his eyes, certain that Billy was lying as nicely as he could. "I missed you. You and Joe...so much, I cried every night, pleading to be sent back home. I was so sure that you were coming for me," he sniffed softly.
"If I could have....I woulda been there in a second, Jack," Billy said. "I tried, I swear...it took me years t' find anythin' on you."
Jack nodded, sighing. "I don't blame you. You were a kid too," he said. "Where's Bobby?" he asked.
"He went t' get some food," Billy leaned forward again. "Look, I'm sorry 'bout what I said before. I know...I know y' love him. I jus'...It caught me off guard is all. I swear."
A faint blush rose on Jack's cheeks. "It happened...slowly. We haven't, uh y' know, but he knows I love him an' we..." he trailed off, smiling a little.
"S' ok, I don't need details," Billy said with a bit of a smile. "I can see he's real protective..."
"A little overprotective," Jack nodded. "He means well...he's a lot like you. He reminds me of you sometimes."
"Of me?" Billy stared at him. "What?"
Jack yawned a little. "Mhm, you're both loud, impulsive, bad tempers..." his eyes began to close a bit, the drugs kicking in more. He drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.
Billy snorted, a small chuckle leaving him. "Like brothers..." he held onto Jack's hand, silently mourning for the lost years.
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Date: 2008-08-13 03:21 am (UTC)Can you not kill anyone important in this one? You know that I think you need more happy stories!
... pigtails?
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Date: 2008-08-14 02:01 am (UTC)I make no promises *shifty eyes*
Pigtails make me smile, heh.
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Date: 2008-08-14 04:21 pm (UTC)Re: from Russia
Date: 2008-08-19 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-21 06:51 am (UTC)You showed exactly how important Jack was for both: Bobby and Billy -))))))))))))
Waiting 4 new chapter-)
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Date: 2008-08-22 02:51 pm (UTC)You're such a tease!
lol
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Date: 2008-08-28 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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