Disclaimer: I don't own Four brothers.
N/A: I know thid kind of things have already been done, but read, first one is about how Jack started to trust his brothers.
"What are you doing with that knife, Jack?"
Bobby Mercer looked his younger brother who had came to live with them over a month ago, three weeks ago, Ma had adopted him, Ma was still the only one he trusted a little.
Bobby had seen this kind of kid before, hell he himself had been kid like that; Jerry and Angel had been like that. But Jack was different from them, when he and his little brothers had fight with the past and got over it, Jack was still young, only 11, and been throw more than them, he had just closed himself up. Bobby didn't know what to do with him.
"Nothing!" came the answer from the bed. Bobby was use to getting these kinds of answers, Jerry and Angel had given those when they first got into Mercer's family.
"Jack!"
"I was just thinking." Bobby came into the room and popped himself to the end of Jack's bed.
"Show me your hand." Jack shocked his head and backed away; Bobby just crabbed it and looked it close. He saw little scars from the old cut wounds and some new ones.
"When did you start cutting yourself, little brother?"
"I don't need to answer you, and I'm not your little brother."
"Oh yeah, but I consider you as my little brother."
"We are not related by blood."
"But by name."
"Name doesn't count."
"Really?"
"Yeah really." Bobby tried to be patient, but that kid was trying it. To him the name was everything, he didn't remember his real family, but that kid did, and to him blood was important, even if his real family had treated him like scum. Bobby felt frustrated, he wanted Jack to trust him, but he didn't know how. Then it hit him, the words "We are not related by blood." Of course he had done it with Jerry and Angel, why hadn't he done it with Jackie.
"Do you want to be my brother?"
"Maybe." Bobby knew that meant yes. He had also used that kind of speech.
"Give me your knife." Jack hesitated few moments then handed it to Bobby. Older Mercer then crabbed his hand, Jack tried to bull it free, "Don't you trust me?" Bobby asked. Jack again hesitated, but then let Bobby take his hand, who cut his palm, and then his own. He put their cuts together and held it. "Now, you are blood from my blood. We are blood brothers." Jack only nodded.
"You can to it, with Jerry and Angel if you want."
"I'd like that. If they want it."
"What are you kidding? Of course we want it." Jerry and Angel were standing on the door. They knew exactly what Bobby was trying to do.
"Give me the knife Bobby." Jerry stepped into the room and took it from his older brother. He cut himself and connected his and Jacks wounds, "Blood from my blood." Angel took the knife from Jerry; he also cut himself and joined his and Jacks wounds, "Blood from my blood."
"Brothers by blood, Brothers in soul, Brothers for ever."
"Bobby I didn't know that you could be so poetical." That sentence earned Angel two smacks back of his head, from Bobby and Jerry. Jack was happy, now he had real family, real brothers.
The end
