A:N: Revised once again for everyone's reading pleasure. I've been working different angles and finally found one I like. Enjoy and review. Thanks for reading. I don't own any of the Four Brothers characters however I do own mine. Don't take without permission. Enjoy and review.


Fallen Angels

Chapter One

Where We Belong

Evelyn Mercer was a woman with a heart that was so large she shared it with many foster children to help them found homes. In her whole life she had only found four she couldn't find homes for. Instead of passing them onto the next foster home, she adopted them without thought or care as too the consequences. All she cared for was their well being, to make them realize they weren't worthless shit heads with nothing to live for.

Born in Detroit, Michigan, Jeremiah Mercer was thrown into the violent system of foster care when he was but a baby. A sixteen-year-old girl with no clue as to what she was giving up had but him there. A rough childhood of abuse from foster parents, fights with other children, all the emotions bottled up inside until he was about to explode. Anger management issues brought him to Evelyn Mercer. Her first to be adopted because no one would take him in; Jeremiah was the oldest and probably turned out the best of all four.

Growing to work with a union, he excelled in his life. Eventually settling down, getting married and having two children, he was happy with his decisions to stay in Detroit and help his mother with her bills. He helped with the other boys that were to follow too.

Not sure of who he really is, Bobby Mercer, the petty criminal of the family, he was a fighter. Hockey was a way of getting his anger out. Still, he was a hothead with no ability to control when he was in a fight or angered by, well, just about anything to be truthful.

He was a wanderer for the most part. He hadn't found his place in the world. At least not yet, one day he would but today just wasn't that day.

He found a place once. With Evelyn Mercer and her son Jeremiah Mercer. At first he didn't understand why a woman would want to take him in. Knowing his past, he was actually in shock to why she had at first. After several months, he began to understand. It took him a while but he finally understood.

Even less sure than Bobby from where he came from. Ex-hustler, Angel Mercer, was the "Ladies Man" of the family. Now an ex-marine he lived for the moment. He was so far gone when he came to Evelyn's home.

Drugs, gang violence the whole lot of it. It took a while for him to get off them. With Evelyn's help he learned what he needed too in order to survive with out the drugs and violence. He lives wherever he must to and is learning what he must to survive out on his own. Always with his mother's love close to his heart.

The youngest of all the brothers, with the hardest past of all, Jack Mercer was abused in any manner and every manner that could be thought of. Beaten almost to death, self inflected wounds, suicide attempts, brutally raped. His mind was torn apart. Evelyn hadn't even been told what had happened. Unfortunately because he had suppressed his memories so badly, she hadn't been careful with some of her actions.

He exploded. His emotions ran through him and he became harsh compared to his usually calm self. It took several days for him to recover from the breakdown. He was hospitalized for several months to ensure he would not have another meltdown.

On the road to recovery he was on his way to be a musician. Lead guitarist in his band he had only his brothers to thank and the sweetest woman in the goddamn world. Evelyn Mercer.

Now she had yet another delinquent that would not be taken in by anyone with their right frame of mind. She hadn't adopted her. She wasn't sure how too. The girl was the oldest of all of them. Not oldest in the sense that she was older than Jeremiah, just the oldest to have come in. She was seventeen. She only had a few months before she would be on her own. There was almost no point of adopting her.

She was also one hell of a screw up. Almost a mix of all the boys that Evelyn had adopted; which made it harder for her to turn a blind eye. Suicidal, abused, thief, fighter. Evelyn couldn't image what had happened to her. She knew that if she didn't tell her what had happened she could end up in the hospital like what happened to Jack.

She wanted their help with this one. She couldn't work alone on this one. At least she would have her boys home for Thanksgiving.


A:N: Thanks for reading and dealing with the revising. I hope you liked this one better than the first. Enjoy and review. Another chapter is on the way and it will be longer..