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This is NOT a continuous fanfiction about the same thing. This is just a collection of different stories, of different times and characters. New characters will appear in certain chapters, and some maybe just a solo character. The age gaps will keep changing in every chapter, and the period of time as well. Jack could be 18 years old in one, and in the next, he could be 13 years old!

It depends entirely on you! You send in the reviews and requests, and I will do my best to write it the way you want it. I take ANY requests EXCEPT for slashers. That is an entirely different thing.

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ONE SHOT.

Jack gets into trouble, Bobby's there for him. Contains some violence, and language. Brotherly stuff. No SLASH.
Bobby is 18 years old. Jack is 14.

Enjoy.

"Get him"
"Charge!!"

Jack picked up his pace and ran. He's never ran faster than this. He ran so fast he thought his heart would just leap out of his chest. It was beating fast. It was beating out of fear, worry and he felt tired. It was cold too. Winter. He felt a snowball bashed up against his back, and he tripped over his feet. He heard their laughter from behind, and they were getting closer.

"Look at him! The little weasel!"

A few more turns, Jack panted. A few more turns and he'll be at the Mercer's house. He didn't dare call it home just yet... Just as he turned a corner, BAM.

A high pitched laugh was heard and Jack was pushed down to the ground. He sat on his bum, looking up at Kerra Nastiol. Just like her name, she was nasty. She was in his class, of course. When he went to school today - his first day -, he was directed to go to the class. He took one step into the class, and the first thing that happened was that piece of crunched up paper ball was thrown at his feet. The class had laughed, and the teacher shot them all a sharp look.

"Class," she had said, "this is the new student, Jack Mercer." "Mercer? That family of freaks?" that came from Kerra Nastiol. Jack didn't like her the minute she said that. She was a half Spanish, half Mexican little girl who smiled sneeringly at him.

The day passed by with her and her gang of friends tossing things at him, calling him names and such.

"Jack Mercer," she spat down at him, "How old are you?" Jack didn't answer. He just looked up at her, eyes widened in fear. "Answer me!" she said dangerously.
"Fourteen"
"How cute. I'm fourteen myself," she grinned, and snapped her fingers. Two big boys came over and started hitting him over and over again with planks of wood. Jack didn't cry out. He just closed his eyes and winced, his expression pained. "Cry, you little whatsit!" Kerra growled. Jack slightly opened his eyes and saw a huge shadow looming over him. He closed his eyes and whimpered very softly. Kerra giggled, "Wimp."

The next thing Jack heard was a slapping sound, followed by a thud. He opened his eyes and squinted at the sight before him. There was Bobby, his mouth twisted into an ugly shape. His nostrils flared, his fists were clenched and his body was in a stance. "Picking on my kid brother, little girl?" Kerra was on the ground, her face flushed and Jack saw fear in her eyes. "Bobby, I-I'm s-sorry. I did-didn't know h-he was yo-your broth-brother," she stuttered, trying to crawl backwards away from Bobby. Bobby grunted and grinned menacingly, "You should know better than to bully kids, Kerra." He held out a hand and she hesitantly took it. She stood up and within a few seconds, she was on the ground again, flinching in pain. Bobby had punched her in the face. Her nose was becoming bloody as well.

"Anyone of you who dares to mess with Jack, will answer to me," he slowly said. His eyes challenging everyone around him. The two boys had dropped their planks and ran away. Everyone else broke out of their trance, and Kerra was helped up by a girl. They then all disappeared.

Bobby sighed and walked towards Jack.
"Need a hand"
Jack nodded, feeling a burning pain in his stomach. Bobby extended a hand, and Jack limped home with Bobby guiding his every step. There was dried blood on the side of his mouth, a black eye and several bruises on his body. Jerry shook his head when he saw Jack. Evelyn was shocked and rushed to his aid.

The brothers helped clean him up while Evelyn made him dinner, and when they were done, Jack felt much better. He stuffed the food into his mouth hungrily and felt so content after.

NEXT MORNING

Bobby tapped his fingers to the song on the radio on the steering wheel.
Jack stared out the window, counting the number of cars they passed by.

"How are you feeling, chump?" Bobby asked out of nowhere.
"Alright."

Silence.

"Why did you hit her, Bobby?"
Bobby gave him a look of disbelief. "Because she hurt you."

"She's a girl..."
Bobby laughed, and grinned, "Fairy Jack"
"What"
"Fairy Jack. That's your new nickname."
Jack rolled his eyes. Jack's school then came into view.

"Jack," Bobby grabbed his arm before he stepped out of the car, "I hit her because I believe that no one shouldn't be hit unless deserved to. Even if it was a female. She deserved it, and it wasn't that bad of a punch. She hurt you far worse. You're my brother. I won't stand for that." Jack nodded, a small smile creeping up onto his face.

"See you later, Fairy." Bobby chuckled and pulled away.
Jack smiled, shaking his head. Bobby's so Bobby, he said to himself as he walked up the school compound.

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