Disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers… unfortunately… if I did I would be rich and know GH. I do own Kit and any other OC's. I am in no way associated with the owners.

How Could This Happen To Me?

(Jack's POV)

"I'm sorry Mr Mercer; there was nothing we could do to save your wife. The complications during the birth caused by the accident were too numerous…" I couldn't do anything but stare at the blood on my hands…Her blood. Why? Why her? Why couldn't the car have hit me? Why did that asshole have to swerve? What had Kit, my beautiful, innocent Kit done to deserve this? "Your daughter has been taken to intensive care and were doing everything we can to keep her alive, but you have to know the fact that she is almost three months early…"

I stood outside intensive care gazing at my beautiful little girl. My little piece of Kit. The only piece of her left to me. What was I going to do if I lost her? I'd already lost my wife I couldn't loose my daughter too. I did something then that I hadn't believed in for a very long time. I got down on my knees and prayed. I prayed for Kit, I prayed for my little girl and I prayed for me. "Jackie… Come on man, you've got to go home and get some sleep…you've been here over twenty four hours…" "I can t leave her all on her own Bobby… She needs me… I'm her dad and I'm not going anywhere…" "But Jack…" I know Bobby was trying to take care of me but right then I just didn't need his shit! "Bobby! Shut the fuck up! I don't need this right now!" At that moment I just broke down. I crashed to the floor, my feet giving way to all the pain I had been bottling away all my life. With my head in my hands all I could do was see the accident again and again. Kit laughing as I was kneeling down talking and kissing her bulging stomach. Seeing the car swerving, trying to grab her out of the way but not moving fast enough. Over and over, replaying again and again. Her face as she lay in my arms in the falling snow while waiting for the ambulance.

Flashback

"Please… Kit come on, you have to keep breathing… You have to be strong. Were gonna be together forever remember… Were gonna leave Detroit and go to England to see your family… You can't leave me… You promised you'd never leave me…" her blood was covering my hands, her eyes gazing in to mine as she struggled to breathe.

"Jackie… listen to me…" she was taking deep and blood filled breathes after almost every word. "You've got to… take care…of the baby… " "Don't talk like that baby, everything's gonna be ok. You're gonna be here to take care of this little one yourself." My eyes were filled with tears looking down on my beautiful wife as I stroked her stomach trying to push away all the far from my eyes. Three weeks… that's all we'd had. How was this fair? We'd already been through so much shit… We were only nineteen yet experienced so much more than most people do in their entire lives.

Normal time

I could hear them all talking about the accident in hushed voices all round me. I could hear them saying things like 'such a shame' and 'three weeks'. All speaking to me as if I didn't know that I had lost the love of my life. 'So sorry to hear of your loss… in a better place…' I only caught a few of the things people were saying tome as they left the funeral. All I could do was look at where my wife, my amazingly brave, beautiful, caring wife was laid to rest in the freezing cold ground alone.

That night for the first time since the accident I decided to sleep in our room. Everything was exactly as shed left it. The baby clothes strewn all over our bed while deciding what we liked and what we didn't… The cot half finished still in pieces with the mobile left lying on the bed where Kit had been playing with it and the photo book that we had been putting together of our wedding and honeymoon period.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHY! WHY! WHY HER!" flinging everything off the bed, smashing pictures on the wall, running over to the cot I picked up one of the legs and began destroying the entire room. After destroying everything within reach I fell asleep in a huddle on the floor with my knees tucked into my chest and my head lying on Kit's favorite jumper taking in her smell. The smell of strawberries and cream her shampoo.

(Bobby's POV)

I could here my little brother up in his room destroying it. There was nothing I could do. I hated feeling this way. I was helpless to help him. Why did this have to happen? As if the kid hadn't seen enough shit in his life. We all truly thought things were at last turning round for the Mercers. That when Jack had recovered and fallen for his doctor that God would give the Mercers a break. "Bobby, we can't just leave him alone up there…" "Well what do you suggest we do Jerry? The kid just lost his wife…" "We can't let him destroy the house just cus he's pissed off" "Well I vote you go up and tell him…" Jackie just needed some time and better he got it out of his system now than when the baby came home. Poor little mite. Jack hadn't been back to the hospital to see her and she was left alone in the intensive care unit except when either Sofi or Camille was there. Whenever we mentioned her Jack ignored us. As if the kid hasn't suffered enough as well…

(Jerry's POV)

Camille and I have signed all the papers at the hospital and are taking little Mercer home. Poor kid still doesn't have a name. Jack hasn't got off his lazy ass to come see his daughter once since the night Kit died. "Bless her… Look Jerry, aawww…" I looked over at Camille carrying the baby who had just yawned. She was a cute little thing. So much like her parents. She had Jacks Dirty blonde hair and his bluey green eyes but everything else on her little face was Kits.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do Bobby… What if her hurts her?" Bobby looked at Sofi almost in disgust. "I know my little brother Sofi, he couldn't hurt a fly let alone a baby…"

(Jack POV)

Dream

"Good morning Mr Mercer… And how is my number one patient this morning?"

"Much better now you're here thank you Dr…" Jack peered at her as she walked round his bed to the machine to take all his vitals. He had been at hospital for almost two months now and had only come out of the coma three days ago. The first thing he had seen was a beauty sat beside him taking his vitals. In the past three days he had come to look forward to her visits wanting to see her more and more as the time went on. She was an Angel. Her eyes a deep forest green that Jack got lost in whenever she came up close, her hair dark brown falling to her shoulders (when it wasn't tied up) in curls that seemed to bounce with joy as she moved. The freckles across her nose that left him breathless and her obvious English accent. But the thing he had noticed first about her had been her smile. Her warm, loving and caring smile that lit up any room.

Waking from my alcohol induced coma on my bed I turned over to face the wall and away from Kit's side of the bed. I don't know how I got home last night and I don't care. Hang on… What was that? Turning back over to the other side I saw what I had barely seen before. A baby… Not only a baby, but a naked baby laying on a towel with a bottle of milk sat next to her.

"BOBBY! JERRY! ANGEL! ANYONE!!!" Getting off the bed slowly and carefully not wanting to hurt her. "ANYONE?!" at my loud voice the baby started screeching, crying her lungs out. I didn't know what else to do so I picked her up in my arms and began rocking her, singing the song I used to sing to Kit whenever she was upset.

" I wanna call the stars down from the sky

I wanna live a day that never dies

Wanna change the world only for you

All the impossible I wanna do…"

Slowly she began to fall asleep against my chest and I could feel the rise and fall of her tiny chest against my own. My little piece of Kit. Catherine…

(Bobby's POV)

Taking the baby girl into my arms I walked up the stairs to find Jackie conked out with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the bedside table. I pulled out a clean towel from the cupboard and laid the little one on the bed next to her father. "Don't let me be wrong about you Jackie…" Leaving the room silently I left a baby monitor by the door and went back downstairs to wait for the alcoholic to wake.

Then we heard it. Him shouting for us. Sofi and Camille both leapt up from the sofa to go up to help him when he called before Angel and Jerry stopped them. "Give him some time baby… Bobby's right, Jack couldn't hurt her…" I saw him give me look that reflected exactly the way I was feeling as if to say 'I hope'.

After the outburst of shouts there was a cry from the baby. A cry so loud that I wouldn't be surprised if Kit's parents had been able to hear it from England. Boy did that kid have a pair of lungs on her. Then quiet and we could hear jack moving around and a voice singing. He was singing Kit's song. At that moment everyone downstairs let out the breath they had been holding and knew the baby would be safe upstairs with her father. We left the house one by one and all convened at Jerry's.

Chapter two