The Distant Relative
Written by: S.a.p.S – xX .Pirate Queen. Xx
A/N: Dedicated to the future Mrs. Garrett Hedlund. Godspeed? Lol. 3
Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form yada, yada, yada, own Four Brothers, yada, yada, yada. However, I cannot vouch for Garrett Hedlund, I think someone's already under the impression they own them. ) Lol
Synopsis: What if out there in Canada, Mrs. Mercer actually had a sister, who gave birth to a baby girl, who grew up into a woman, and with the news of her aunt's death, her own mother being to weak to venture, told her to go in her place, and she catch's the attention of a young Jack Mercer? I'm not sure, but maybe it goes something like this…
Seulange was sitting on the couch as she attempted to play the new guitar her mother had just gotten her. Being 18 years old, she figured it's better now than never to learn how to play the damn thing. Seulange Hedlund, born to Linda Mercer, had a pretty alright life. Nothing was truly worrying her, and pretty much everything was going fine… except for her mother. Linda had suffered a stroke at the age of 52 very suddenly, restricting her to a very hard and tedious lifestyle. Seulange was close to her mother though, so it was nothing she couldn't get through.
The phone began to ring. "Seulange dear, could you please answer that? It's long-distance", Linda said, making her daughter cease what she was doing to go and answer the phone. "Y-hello", she said into the receiver. "Hello, is this aunt Linda?", the man on the other end said. Seulange made a screwed up face. As far as she knew, her aunt Evelyn didn't have nay children she knew of.
"Uhh, no? This is Seulange, her daughter", she said confused. There was a brief pause, followed by, "Holy shit… Little baby Seulange? The one who used to follow me around?", the man said. "Uhh, I guess so? Who is this?", she asked, still confused. The man laughed. "It's your cousin, Bobby. Bobby Mercer?", he said. Seulange gave an understanding sound and asked him how he was. Linda watched Seulange's face go from confusion, to happiness, and then finally to shock. Something wasn't right.
"Ok, I'll tell her. I understand. We'll be in Detroit within the next day or so. I'll see you then. Bye", Seulange said to the receiver before hanging up. Seulange took a seat beside her mother after placing the receiver on the hook. "Mom, that was Bobby Mercer… he gave me some bad news… Aunt Evelyn is dead", she said as gently as she could put it, without hurting her with the details of how exactly she had died.
After a few moments, Linda looked completely unscathed by the news, and only said one thing before getting up and leaving for her room, "I won't be able to go, so you'll go for me. They're good boys, and they'll take care of you, I promise", she finished. Seulange sat for a minute, got up and put her guitar in her case, definitely bringing it on her trip, and then went online to purchase a ticket for the next flight to Detroit from Toronto.