So I'm excited to see that people are still writing Four Brothers fics even though the film is a few years old, so I decided to write a little something. The following is pre-movie and the brothers have a younger sister. Yeah yeah, everyone makes sister fics, but hey, they're fun to read! I've decided to make a series of one-shots focusing on the sister's adventures and perhaps misadventures with her four brothers. I've got about 5 ½ chapters already planned out and keep consistently thinking of more ideas. Most will be humorous, like this first chapter. Just want everyone to know that there isn't really a plot to this story. Just several one-shot snapshots into the lives of the Mercers!

The ages aren't really too important, but just for a reference, I'm guessing to be something like this: Bobby-23, Jerry-22, Angel-20, Jack-18, SydneyOC-16.

Rated for language.

Hope you like!

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Chapter 1: Nudists and the Long Walk of Payback

The bathroom: The one room in a house where a person was entitled to a little privacy. In the Mercer household, however, that never seemed to be the case. With six people sharing one bathroom, privacy was a rarity. Sydney Mercer should have known that today was no exception.

Sitting on the toilet, the bathroom door opened and her oldest brother, Bobby, came in. Without so much as acknowledging her, he started taking off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" Sydney asked in disbelief. Couldn't he see that she was going to the bathroom?

"I'm taking a shower." Bobby replied nonchalantly, next pulling off his socks.

"Can't you wait five seconds until I'm done?" She asked, annoyed at his impatience and disregard for her privacy.

"I gotta get in the shower now. Who knows how long you're going to be in here taking your shit."

"For your information, I was pissing. So get out and wait your turn. I'm almost done!" Why did brothers have to be so difficult?

"Well then, fucking wipe and get out of here." Bobby told her, the permanent scowl on his face deepening as he now stood in his boxers. He wasn't one to back down.

She sent a glare his way, "No, I was in here first." Bobby simply shrugged, turning his back to her, "Not my problem." He told her, dropping his drawers as Sydney quickly looked away, "Jesus!" Didn't anyone know the term modesty anymore? People just dropping their pants like it were nothing. He was an adult; she could sue him for 'indecent exposure to a minor' right? Once Bobby was safely in the shower and out of eyesight, Sydney quickly finished, going to the sink to wash her hands.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?" She called over both the running water of the shower as well as the sink. She was pretty sure she called him that at least once a day. It was nice to get the 'asshole formalities' out of the way early in the morning so she didn't have to worry about it later.

"Hey, I'm just exercising my older brother authority. You have to listen to what I say, not the other way around." Bobby retorted through the shower. Sydney shut off the water on the sink and went to dry her hands, her curiosity peaked, "And why's that?" She asked and Bobby didn't hesitate to answer, "Because otherwise I'd kick your ass."

Sydney rolled her eyes and smirked. A typical Bobby answer. He wasn't the biggest of her four brothers, but he was definitely the most violent. He'd fight tooth and nail to protect those he cared about, but he would also knock someone in the jaw just for the fuck of it.

"Now get the hell out of here so I can take a shower!" He quickly added and although she couldn't see him, she was sure an arrogant smirk sat on his lips.

It was moments like these that opportunities for payback seemed to fall in one's lap. Sydney looked at the two bath towels hanging from the towel rack and quickly snatched them, leaving one small facecloth hanging there. She next went to the pile of Bobby's discarded clothes sitting on the floor, grabbing those as well.

Looking around the bathroom once more, she quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Walking down the hall to Bobby's room, she tossed the clothes and towels inside, it landing in a heap in the middle of his room.

Next was the linen closet that was located next to the bathroom. Opening it up, she grabbed all of the towels from it and then added them to the small pile in Bobby's room.

She grinned in satisfaction at her work before clicking the lock on Bobby's bedroom door and shutting it behind her. She jiggled on the handle for a moment, making sure it was locked before triumphantly heading back to her own bedroom. Sure she couldn't physically beat Bobby, but she could always outsmart him.

In her room, Sydney gathered her things in her backpack, glancing at the clock, the time telling her that her friends should be by soon to pick her up for school. It was only recently that her mom, Evelyn, had started to allow Sydney to ride to school with her friends. She had had some problems in the past with saying she was going to school but not actually going. Once Ma found out, Sydney was driven to school every day by her until recently when Ma started trusting her again. Sydney wasn't an angel. If she was, then she wouldn't be a Mercer.

A few minutes later, Sydney made her way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Mornin' Ma." She greeted her mother as she grabbed a granola bar to eat on the way. Evelyn looked up from the newspaper she was reading, giving her a loving smile, "Good morning dear. Need a ride?"

Sydney shook her head, "Nah, Sarah and Rachel are picking me up." She told her, mentioning two of her best friends. Evelyn gave her a stern look before responding, "Just make sure you make it there." Sydney knew she was referring to her past school ditching, but before Sydney could reply, her mother gave her a knowing smile and a quick wink.

Shouting suddenly erupted from upstairs and Sydney knew that Bobby must have gotten out of the shower. She silently sniggered as a car horn honked from outside, signaling that her ride had arrived.

Evelyn looked a little alarmed as she stood from her seat to make sure her son was ok. "I'm sure he's fine. See ya, love ya! Bye!" Sydney said quickly as she heard stomping coming down the stairs.

She had almost made it to the front door when Bobby appeared, his eyes flashed in rage as he pointed at her, "You!" The scene must have looked very comical. Ma stared at Bobby horrified. Bobby was seeing red as he stood on the staircase, butt-naked and dripping wet, holding the small facecloth in front of his junk, and Sydney tried to hold back a laugh while at the same time terrified for her life.

The car honked once more.

"There's my ride! Gotta go! And Bobby, this isn't a French beach, put some clothes on." Ok, so she probably shouldn't have provoked him any further because a split second later, he bolted from his spot, birthday suit and all, and ran after her. "I'm going to murder you!" Aren't siblings so nice?

Sydney took off like a rabbit, managing to make it to the front door and outside to her friend's car. Jumping in, she shut the door and quickly locked it before looking to see Bobby now standing at the front steps yelling obscenities at her. It was late October and snow already blanketed the ground; the idiot couldn't catch her, but he sure as hell was going to catch pneumonia. He wouldn't be able to blame her if he got sick; it wasn't like she forced him to go outside in the nude.

Her two friends, Rachel and Sarah, stared stunned at Bobby before cracking up. Rachel rolled down the window, shouting at him, "I know you gotta account for shrinkage, but damn…it's not that cold!"

Sydney's eyes widened, "Shut up!" She yelled in mid-laugh. "Oh fuck, Go!" Sarah slammed her foot to the accelerator as Bobby, very menacingly, started making his way towards the car. Eventually they where far enough away that they couldn't hear his death threats anymore. The three girls began cracking up, laughing so hard that they had to wipe tears from their eyes. Sydney knew payback was coming and that she should be deathly afraid for her life, but right now it was nice to sit back and enjoy her handy work. After all, what were little sisters for?

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Later, After School-

"No, I swear to you! Mr. Thompson and Mrs. O'Hare are having an affair! Think about that next time you're trying to eat. I'll give you 20 bucks if you don't throw up." Laughter erupted as Sydney and a few friends left school for the day, gossiping about their teachers.

"Hey Syd. Isn't that your brother?" One friend asked, pointing in front of them. Sydney looked and her stomach dropped. About a block and a half away was Bobby, running full speed towards her. Thank god he found some clothes. He was closing in fast so she didn't have much time to pull her pleading explanation and apology together, but she did her best.

"Whoa, whoa!" She began backing up to create more distance between them, "Hey! Bobby! Wait a minute!" He didn't slow down. "Let's talk! I see you found some clothes…fuck..About that! Um…I just want you to know that you are the greatest brother to ever li—OOF!" She landed hard as Bobby tackled her to the ground. A second later she was met with a face full of snow as Bobby whitewashed her, "You. Little. Shit!" He enunciated every word as he grabbed another fistful of snow and repeated the process.

He finally got up from her, Sydney trying to catch her breath, her face stinging from the cold snow. She was quickly yanked up by her jacket and shoved roughly forward. "We're going home." Bobby growled as he followed behind her. She didn't dare say a word, knowing that she wouldn't be able to stop herself from making a nudist joke.

They made it to Bobby's parked car. Sydney began opening the passenger door but Bobby came up behind her, locked it, and slammed it back shut. "You're walking." He informed her as he got in the driver's side. She looked at him in disbelief, "What the hell?" She tried to open the door again even though she knew he had locked it. Bobby leaned over from his seat, opening the passenger window just a crack, "Sucks to have a locked door, huh?" He smirked before started his car.

"Seriously Bobby, its two and a half goddamn miles! And it's freezing!" She whined childishly, not particularly wanting to walk all the way back home.

"Awww," Bobby cooed mockingly, "Is the princess gunna catch a cold? My heart is breaking." He let out a little laugh before putting his car in gear, "Let's go!" He told her, lifting his foot from the break so the car slowly started to roll forward. Sydney ignored him and began her walk, not going to acknowledge him as she waited for him to drive off. Much to her dismay, however, as she walked, he slowly drove along side her. "Better pick up the pace Syd! Wouldn't want you to get frost bite."

He continued to taunt her all the way until they made it home. Bobby parked and got out of the car, Sydney ignored him the whole time. "And you best believe you're gunna be fixing my bedroom door." He told her before walking ahead of her into the house.

Sydney grumbled annoyed as she followed behind him and upstairs without a word. She couldn't help to laugh, however, when she saw Bobby's room. The door was completely off the hinges and looked liked he had kicked it in. Hadn't he ever heard of picking a lock? Leave it to hothead to bust down the damn door. But it was all sooo worth it. After all, what are little sisters for?

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Well hope you liked it. This chapter was obviously very Bobby-OC centered, and the next one with be mostly her and Jack. Got a funny little idea cooking for them. Let me know what you think! Any ideas you would like to see in a future chapter? Hit me up! If you don't review, you might find the Michigan Mauler at your doorstep...whether he'll be clothed or not is irrelevant...