Author: veiledndarkness

Title: The Cold Lesson

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(if any, or gen): None, really, though it is somewhat implied, potential Bobby/Jack

Summary: On a cold winter's morning, just after sunrise, Bobby waits for his chance.

Warnings: Usual disclaimer. I do not own these men. It's a shame, really.

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"I'm cold," Angel said to no one in particular. Bobby rolled his eyes.

"Would you shut up already?" he snapped. "We're all cold."

Angel glared back at Bobby and grumbled to himself as he flexed his stiff fingers.

"This is bullshit," he muttered. Bobby shot him a warning glance.

Jerry edged closer to Bobby's, his breath puffing in the frigid morning air. "You see 'em yet?" he asked.

"No," Bobby growled. "Fucker has to come out eventually."

Jerry sighed. "Isn't this a bit much?" he asked, ignoring the snicker from Angel.

Bobby eyed the both of them with frustration. "I'd do this for either of you, so shut the hell up and let me concentrate," he hissed impatiently.

"Yeah, but," Jerry started to say before Bobby grabbed him and shoved him downwards, out of sight.

"Shut up," he whispered. "He's there. Keep watch."

Jerry crouched down low behind the side door of Bobby's beat up car. Angel slowly moved to the other side, his footsteps light, his eyes narrowed as he watched their target.

Bobby raised one hand after another prolonged moment. He counted to three with his fingers, moving them in exaggeration. Jerry tensed as Bobby counted softly.

"Now," he yelled.

Jerry watched Angel leap smoothly over the side of the trunk, landing on his feet on the other side, while Bobby ran around the front, making a lunge to tackle the surprised target. He bit back another sigh and joined his brothers.

Bobby wrapped his arms around their target and wrestled him to the ground. Angel flipped him over and kneeled on his legs. Bobby crouched down close to him and grinned.

"You crazy fucker!" the guy spat at him. "Get off me!"

"Not till I get some answers," he replied calmly. Ignoring the struggling arms, he placed one knee down hard on his chest.

"Now as I was sayin', word got back to me that you've been picking on some of the kids around here. Is that true?" he asked. "Aren't you a bit old for that?"

"Fuck you!" the guy snapped. Bobby backhanded him casually, and pushed down harder.

"You really shouldn't pick on some kids though," he said. "Some of those kids got bigger brothers who think nothin' of taking down some wanna be gangster piece of shit. Brothers like me," he said, with an evil grin.

Jerry glanced around in disbelief. Not a single person on the streets to witness this.

"You gonna stop pickin' on Jack Mercer or is my brother here gonna have to break your leg?" Bobby asked gently while Angel griped the guy's leg threateningly.

"Alright! Alright! Get off," he shrieked when Angel yanked his leg and twisted it.

Bobby looked down at him with one eyebrow raised. "Well?" he asked.

"Yeah, ok, leave Jack alone, I got it," he yelled. Bobby nodded once at Angel and stepped off.

"That goes for the other kids too. Pick on someone your own size asshole," Bobby said, his voice heavy with disgust.

Angel wrenched his leg one last time for good measure, grinning as the guy howled.

Jerry caught up with them a moment later, a smirk on his face.

"That should get the message across," Bobby said. "No one messes with my Jack."

Jerry and Angel glanced at each other, both laughing at Bobby's unintentional slip, enjoying his confusion.