Fighting The Past

Summary: Someone from Jack's past comes back and turns his life up-side down. Can his brothers save him in time?

Character Ages:

Bobby: 25

Jerry: 22

Angel: 19

Jack: 16

Chapter 1: Something's Wrong With Jack

It was well past three in the morning when Jack Mercer opened the front door quietly. He was three hours past curfew and expected to see his mother waiting for him. But when he saw that the house was all dark, he walked in and began to climb the stairs quietly. As he put his foot on the first step, the light in the living room turned on and he froze.

"Jack!"

Jack turned to face Bobby who was sitting on the couch looking tired and slightly pissed off. He montioned for Jack to come sit next to him and he hesitantly made his way to the couch and sat down.

"Jack...what the fuck are you doing walking in at three in the morning? Ma has been worried sick about you."

Jack shrugged. He didn't like being yelled at by people. Especially by Bobby.

"Jack, look at me. Don't start zoning out on me. What the fuck were you doing?," Bobby asked. "Please, Jack."

Jack turned to look at Bobby. He was tired and just wanted to go to bed so he decided to talk so he could get rid of Bobby faster.

"I was just out with my friends and I lost track of time. Look, Bobby, I'm sorry but I'm tired and I want to go to sleep."

Jack got up and started to leave but Bobby grabbed his arm and spun him around so he would be looking at him. As he did, something fell out of Jack's pocket and Bobby moved to pick it up.

"Jack what the fuck is this? This better not be what I think it is, Jack."

Jack just stood there dumbstruck. Bobby was furious, waving the little packet infront of his face and asking him how stupid he could be. Jack was starting to get a little scared and was retreating back into his shell which is what he often did when people yelled at him. Seeing this, Bobby calmed down a little and tried talked to Jack a little more rationally.

"Jack, come here and sit down," Bobby said.

Bobby sat on the couch but Jack remained standing where he was.

"Now, Jack!." A little more forcefully.

Jack slowly moved and sat down beside Bobby.

"All right, Jackie," Bobby said. "What's the deal, man? Drugs? Come on Jack. You said you stopped two years ago. So, what, you were lying to us?"

"No I really did stop," Jack answered defensively. "It's just---, well, I-- I don't know why I did it again. It's stupid and I won't ever do it again."

Bobby wasn't convinced. "Are you high right now, Jackie?."

Jack shook his head but Bobby could tell he was lying. Since it was almost four in the morning, Bobby decided to let it go until the morning.

"All right, Jack. Just go to sleep and we'll deal with this in the morning."

Jack was quick to agree and he and Bobby made their way upstairs.

As soon as Jack got to his room he locked the door behind him and sank to the floor. He was a mess. The events of the week came back to him and he had to hold down the urge to throw up. Ever since he came back, Jack's life had spun into a total disaster. He had to look over his shoulder everywhere he went and he had turned back to drugs. He was scared to death and he didn't know what to do. No one could help him because no one knew. If they did, he would kill them. Jack slowly got up and collapsed into his bed. For the first time in 10 years, he was scared to go to sleep.

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The next morning, Bobby awoke earlier than usual. Seeing that he could not fall back asleep, he got up and made his way to the kitchen where Evelyn was. But not before checking on Jack first. Not surprisingly, Jack was sprawled out on his bed, sleeping lazily as most teenagers do. In the kitchen, Evelyn was making coffee and was surprised to see Bobby up.

"What are you doing up so early, Bobby?," she asked.

"I don't know," he said; sitting down at the table after pouring himself a cup of coffee. "It's Jack, I guess. The little fairy comes in at three in the morning, high as a kite, not really caring what I was saying to him."

Evelyn looked shocked. "Drugs? But i thought he didn't do that anymore."

Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, well, so did I."

Just then, Jack stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. He, obviously, couldn't sleep either.

"Speak of the fairy!," said Bobby.

"Shut-up, Bobby," Jack said as he sat down. "I don't feel good today."

"I wonder why." Bobby was in a sarcastic mood that morning.

Evelyn glared at Bobby and turned her attention to Jack.

"What's wrong, honey?," she asked; concerned.

Jack shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine. I just need to go for a walk. You know, just to clear my head."

Jack got up and walked out the door. Bobby got up to follow him.

"No, Bobby," Evelyn said. "Let him go. He'll come talk when he's ready. You know he can't be forced. Just leave him alone for now."

"Okay, Ma." Bobby got up and left. He may have been told not to follow Jack but it didn't mean he couldn't get someone else to.

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Jack was itching to get out of the kitchen from the moment he had walked in. He knew Bobby and Evelyn were talking about him and he hated it. He already had enough stuff to deal with and he didn't need the added weight of people talking about him behind his back. He ducked into an alleyway to hide just in case Bobby decided to follow him. Bobby was the type to do that.

He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it but stopped when he heard something behind him. It sounded like the footsteps Jack knew all too well. He spuna round and came face to face with him. He came face to face with Todd Diamond. His father.

"Jack," he said; walking toward him. "Did you think about my offer? It'd be a sahme to have to drag the courts into this. It's a bunch of trouble we don't need. So, what do you say, Jack?."

Jack just stood there, back against the wall, barely able to breathe and shaking uncontrollably. Memories of the past flooded back to him and he wasn't able to say a word.

"Speechless, huh?," asked Todd. "It doesn't matter. You never were much of a talker anyway. Time is running out Jack. You have till the end of the week to give me what I want or else I'm going to kill everyone you love. Starting with your precious "brother" Bobby. You're going to pay for what you did to me and one way or another I'm going to get what I want. I always get what I want. Think about it."

Todd left the alleyway, leaving Jack alone and very scared. When he was sure Todd was really gone, Jack left and went to the only place that could help him right now. It was an old, run down place where Jack went and knocked on the back door. A tough looking man with a gun answered the door.

"Jack," he said. "You here to buy from Johnny?."

"Yeah," Jack answered. "And I need more than last time."

Jack walked in, the door shutting behind him and he knew he was doing something wrong.

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All right!!! So...what do you think? I hope you liked it... It's my first Four Brothers Fic so please be nice. No flames!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!

-Addie