Alright here we go. This fic is inspired from "Anon's" idea, where Bobby is the one hurt in the shootout instead of Jack, or rather while trying to protect Jack. I don't know yet where I'm going to take this, so many roads to choose from, I guess you'll have to read to find out ;) I don't own four brothers and the basic idea is like I said from Anon.

The winter here's cold and bitter. It's chilled us to the bone. We haven't seen the sun for weeks, to long too far from home. I feel just like I'm sinking and I claw for solid ground, I'm pulled down by the undertow, I never thought I could feel so low. Oh darkness I feel like letting go.

The pain in his shoulder caused him to drop to his knees in the middle of the street. He focused his eyes on the man in front of him, the one who had shot him. He met his gaze, seeing his eyes through the mask he wore. Cold, they were cold he mused. As he watched the man raised his gun again, this time aiming for his head. He was almost detached from it all, the pain in his shoulder burning like fire, but he held the mans gaze when he heard a shout, followed by a shot, and the man fell. Bobby. Bobby was here. A van pulled up and men exited it quickly. Jack got to his feet, and moved as fast as he could to the house, at the same time knowing that he was never going to make it there. He never saw who fired the shots, but he knew exactley who it was that slammed into him and threw him down on the ground, his body landing on top of his, and he knew, long before he felt the shudder pass through Bobby's body, long before he felt his blood seep out from his body and onto his, that Bobby had been hit.

What happened next was a blur in Jack's mind. He saw himself grasp Bobby's weapon and fire at the shooters, he know he killed some of them. He knew Angel was firing at them from behind the brickwall, and as he watched Jerry ran over one of the shooter's and rammed a van heading straight for Jack and Bobby who was still on the ground.

The silence that followed was almost surreal as his brother's came running to them and fall to their knees beside them. Bobby was on his back, gasping for air, with Jack hovering over him trying to keep his hands pressed against his wounds. Angel took over and Jack grasped Bobby's face, trying to let him know through his eyes that this was not how it was supposed to go, he was not supposed to pay for Jack's mistake.

'Bobby please...'

Jack's voice was hoarse as the tears spilled down his cheeks. Bobby's eyes was fixed on his and he tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. As the brother's watched blood trailed down from his mouth and Jack's tears came faster.

'Please'

Bobby's hand grasped Jack's hard and he tried to say that it was okay, that this was okay. As long as he was okay, then everything was as it was supposed to be. He tried to let him know, but everything was cold now and getting darker. He focused on Jack's eyes and in them he saw the eight year old he had been, the fear in his eyes and the pain in his soul, the Jack he had been the first time he saw him standing in the Mercer house doorway, looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders alone. You'll be okay... He felt his eyes closing against his will, he couldn't go yet, he wanted to tell them to not do anything stupid, he wanted to tell them to live, to be happy, to have all the things they wanted, but most of all he wanted to tell them to take care of Jack, who he could see was breaking. He had been broken so much Bobby mused sadly. He wanted to tell them he loved them but now he couldn't see anything anymore, and the last thing he felt was Jack's hand grasping his own.

In the distance the sound of sirens coming closer echoed.

Well that is the beginning people! I just wanted to get that part up, and now I'm going straight to work on chapter 2! Please tell me what you think :)