I just have a loooot of feelings about the way things happened in the movie Four Brothers.. And there are very few Jack x Oc stories on here.. This one is weird in that it's not JUST a Jack x OC fic right now.. It's brothers x Jack and Jack x Oc and yes, it's kind of angsty and morbid and not pretty at all... But if people want to see more, I'm sort of writing a follow up chapter now, possibly?
I tried getting everyone as IC as I could. Sorry if I failed miserably. If you want this to keep going, let me know.. Otherwise, it's just a really morbid cliffhanger.. But either way, I got out all my feels ( and yes, my love for Garrett Hedlund / wishing I could've inserted myself into that movie in quite a few different places just for the guy) and it's out there..
Everything just sort of froze when the shot echoed through out the silence. Even if she tried, Chloe never would get the sound out of her head… Or the sight as she looked up from the laundry she'd been folding in her mom's laundry room to watch as Jack stumbled, then fell, then hit the snow, staining it red with his blood. She screamed and without thinking, she burst out the back door of her mother's house, running to the spot where he'd fallen, sinking down beside his three adopted brothers, hands shaky, tears already flooding her eyes, making it difficult to see.
"We gotta try and stop the blood." she muttered the words brokenly and Angel looked at her, taking hold of her hands. "Chloe, you need to get ya ass back in that house. Let us deal with this, girl.. Ain't shit you need to see."
"Fuck you, Mercer…. He was my…" Chloe couldn't even get the sentence out properly, Bobby cut in and said quietly, "Best friend.. We know.. But getting upset ain't gonna help us save him." as he took the scarf she held out to him, applying as much pressure as he could to the bullet wound, trying to keep his brother awake and talking. Chloe realized that his breaths were getting weaker and weaker by the second.. She knew this might be her last chance to tell him how she really felt, how she'd always felt about him and why Michigan was the first place she ran to again this time when her entire world imploded around her.
She'd hoped she'd get more time to do this, to pursue her lifelong crush on Jack Mercer properly.. But since they'd all been on the same block again, her because of a divorce and the loss of a child and Jack because of the horrible thing done to Evelyn, the entire plan Chloe sort of devised had been one ill timed fuck up after another. So she was in literally the last few minutes.. She knew she had to make them count, that she could only tell him how she felt and at least then she'd have no regrets.. She leaned down, her face closer to his, she grabbed hold of his hand, he gave her hand the best squeeze he could muster as he asked quietly, "W-why you cryin, baby girl? It's just... A scratch...I'm gonna.." the words getting weaker with each one spoken, the blood gushing onto the pale purple scarf Bobby pressed to his bullet wound faster and faster with each fevered beating of his slowly stopping heart.. It might not have looked or seemed like it, but.. Jack Mercer was giving death the fight of his life… He had so many things he'd left undone or unsaid, the biggest of those things being his feelings for the blonde haired and green eyed beauty staring into his eyes currently, sobbing hysterically. He started to cough.
Chloe cried harder but she finally managed to get control of the tears. "Jack, damn it, you can't… You have to stay.. Please?"
Angel fixed eyes on the two. Bobby nodded, urged her to keep talking, keep forcing Jack to respond while Jeremiah got E911 on the phone and tried to get an ambulance en route to the Mercer house even though he knew it was a stab in the dark at best.. Chloe took a deep breath and Bobby urged quietly, "If you got anything you want to say to him, Chloe, you need to say it.." as he tried to fight back his own tears, tried to be the strong and stoic asshole he was known for being.. But he couldn't because this was his baby brother laying there in the snow, dangerously close to bleeding out.
"Jack, please… Don't go.. Don't you dare leave me." Chloe begged.. Her head settled on his chest for a moment, his grip on her hand.. It tightened just a little, but she told herself she was just imagining it. His heart was still beating, waaay too fast, the world was fading and coming back and Jack was torn between hearing the soft mewl of his mother Evelyn's voice and the tearful begging of the voice of the g irl he'd always sort of loved.. He didn't know which to listen to, which path to choose.. Evelyn was telling her son softly, "She's talkin to you, Jacky.. Listen to her.. Don't you give up and take the weak way out just because you think you'll see me again sooner.. I don't want that for you. I want all my boys alive and I want them strong and I want them happy."
Jack blinked, his eyes weren't focusing well, it was taking more of an effort to do it. Just as he felt himself starting to get much weaker, the life literally leaking out of him and onto the snow, two things happened… One, the ambulance rushed to a stop in front of the house… Two.. Chloe leaned in and her soft lips brushed his cheek and the stubble of a beginning 5 o' clock shadow, and she whispered into his ear quietly, "I love you, Jack Mercer.. I always have and I always will.. I came back here because Momma told me you were back and I…. I hoped I'd finally get my shit together… So I could tell you that. But it looks like I'm too late as usual…" as she started to sob again. Bobby and Chloe both had to be pulled away.. Angel got Bobby away, got him into the back of the ambulance with their brother and Jeremiah got Chloe back across the road, got her sitting down in a chair at her mother's faded old white wooden kitchen table.
"If you want to come to the hospital with me and Angel…"
"I can't… I'll… There was so much blood… It didn't look good…" the words came hollow. Jeremiah ducked out the door and called out to Angel, "Your girl Sophia at home?"
"I think."
"Get her to come over and sit with Chloe."
Angel got his girlfriend to go in and sit with Chloe and before leaving, he stopped in the doorway and said calmly, "I'll call.. Let you know what happens." as he tried to keep himself from breaking down too… All three of them knew that tonight could very well be the night Jack died.. The ride to the hospital was silent and when they got there, Bobby was standing in the parking lot, being soaked by the snow and rain mixture, smoking a cigarette and swearing about the shitheads working in this so called fine establishment.
"They're gonna do surgery, give him transfusions." Bobby finally managed to tell his brothers, before breaking down and coming damn close to crying for the second time in a month.. The three of them hugged each other in the parking lot, praying to whatever and whoever might be up there listening as they waited on news of how the surgery was going, if the transfusions and surgery were going to fix their kid brother.
And upstairs, on the operating table, Jack Mercer was internally having the fight of his life because he'd decided, thanks to his mother's stern words, no less, that he wanted to live.. That he wasn't going to just die like some little bitch, without at least putting up one hell of a fight.
The anesthesia started to kick in once they'd gotten him stable, gotten most of the bleeding stopped and his world began to fade out…
