AN: This is my very first little tiny baby step into the world of Four Brothers fan fiction. I have always loved the movie that John Singleton and the actors brought to vivid life. Plus, being from Detroit myself, it holds a special place in my heart. I especially like the characters of Bobby and Jack.

I can't seem to limit myself to one character's POV, but I tried really hard to make sure that it would be obvious ho was thinking what. I would really appreciate any critiques you can give me as this is my very first fan fic ever and I would only enjoy writing more. So even if you are a lurker like me, please take the time to update, even if its only to tell me what you think is wrong. Politely if you please. I am the sensitive type that would get depressed for days over any flames.

Sorry about the title. I am incredibly unimaginative when it comes to deciding titles. Please, please, PLEASE review and tell me what you think.

Chapter 1

Angie Montgomery stared through the window of Jerry's upstairs bedroom at the lone figure standing with his back towards the house while he smoked a cigarette. Nervously biting her lip, she backed away a little so he would not see her if he turned around. She had known that he would probably be here and had prepared herself—or at least she thought she had. She had spent the last two days thinking of what she would say and how she would say it, but now that the moment was almost here, she had to fight the urge to run away and hide out until she was sure he had left town.

She grimaced to herself. She watched as another figure joined the lone man standing there and talking to each other for a few minutes before they turned and headed towards the house. She nervously wiped her sweaty hands on the skirt of her long sleeved black dress and turned to her left to check her reflection in the dresser mirror. Deciding to take a few more minutes to herself to calm down, she sat on the bed with a hand over her racing heart.

She jumped and almost fell off the bed when she heard the bedroom door open softly behind her a little while later. Jerry gave her an understanding smile as he closed the door with a quiet click and sat down next to her. He put a comforting hand around her shoulders as he asked, "You okay there Pipsqueak?"

She put a trembling hand to her mouth and took a deep breath as she nodded, "I'm scared shitless Jer. He is gonna be so hurt," she confessed in a whisper, "and so angry."

Jerry could only nod at that. After a few seconds he said quietly, "Jack is gonna be hurt Angie, and he is gonna be plenty angry too, but I know my little brother and I can tell you that he will get over it….eventually." he grinned at her, before his face became deadly serious, "But you have to tell him babe. He has a right to know about Sebastian."

"But—," Angie hated the whine in her voice and Jerry cut her off with a hand over her mouth, knowing that she was about to suggest that she should wait to talk to Jack for a couple of days until the shock of their mom's death had worn off a little.

"It's been almost four years already. The time for waiting has left town, now put on your big girl panties and go down there and tell him the truth." He told her firmly while looking steadily into her eyes. His expression lifted as he said half-jokingly, "It could be worse you know."

"Yeah, like how?" Angie grumped as she smoothed one hand over the wavy dark blonde hair that was currently restrained in a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck.

"You could be facing having this conversation with Bobby." He snickered.

Angie shuddered at the thought. As mad as Jack Mercer was likely to get, she had no doubt that he would never get physical in his anger towards her. Bobby Mercer was a different animal all together. Not that she thought Bobby capable of hitting a woman either; she knew that he wouldn't, their adoptive mother had instilled a certain level of respect for women in all the hard-ass Mercer boy's. Bobby was more likely to go get drunk and pick a fight with the first poor asshole that happened to look at him funny.

As they stepped up to the stairs, Jerry grabbed her arm and gave her a little pep talk, "Angie, you are a strong, beautiful, courageous woman. You can do this. And even if he acts like an asshole for a few hours, you will always have me and Camille to come talk too, okay?"

She smiled slightly as she nodded and kissed his cheek. Before she could back away from him though, she found herself staring into the same beautiful blue eyes she had been dreaming about for the last four years. She swallowed nervously as she thought that at least in her dreams, those eyes were not filled with as much anger and disgust as they were now. She could see the accusation forming in those eyes, but before Jack could do more than open his mouth, Bobby came to the rescue.

"Pipsqueak!" he practically shouted as he elbowed Jack aside and wrapped her in his arms, "How the hell have you been doin' girl? That dickhead ain't with you is he?"

She smiled uneasily at Bobby as she answered quietly, her body rigid with tension, "No…no he's not. I'm doin' okay Bobby. I…" She swallowed the wave of grief she felt at the thought of Evelyn, "I'm sorry about your mom. She was a great lady."

Bobby's face twitched with pain as he said, "Yeah, she sure was." He was silent for a moment before asking her, "So do you still live at the same place?" When she nodded, he said with sincerity, "Well then, you should come over tomorrow and we'll get caught up. You know you are always welcome at the Mercer house." He gave a hard stare at Jack as Jack looked like he wanted to debate that point. Jack finally rolled his eyes at the ceiling and pursed his lips as he jammed his hands into his jacket pockets.

Not wanting to cause a fight between the brothers, Angie murmured a non-committal reply before Jerry, who must have decided that there was no time like the present for her to try and talk to Jack, grabbed Bobby's arm and asked, "Let me show you the basement. We just finished it off last summer." And promptly dragged Bobby down the stairs leaving her alone with her ex for that long overdue talk.

Jack, realizing that he was alone with her, started down the steps without a word. Putting her hand on his arm that held onto the banister, she noticed that his arm went rigid. Angie asked softly, "Jack—." but before she could say anything else, the door to her right opened and a small voice asked. "Mommy?"

Jack swiveled his attention to the small boy at her side so fast, she was surprised he didn't hurt anything, as his eyes widened in shock before narrowing in fury. As Angie picked up her son and soothed him, he gave the boy a forced smile before saying with syrupy sweetness all the while glaring at his ex-girlfriend, "Hi there. My name is Jack, what's yours little man?"

The blondish-brown haired boy took stock of the man in front of him with all the seriousness of a child before saying shyly, "S'bastian." Before burying his head in his mother's neck.

"And how old are you Sebastian?" Jack asked without breaking eye contact with her.

"Twee." Sebastian answered with a yawn, holding up three small fingers of one hand and stuffing the thumb of his other hand into his mouth. Angie frantically thought of what to do or something to say before Jack asked her son any more questions that would reveal when she wanted to explain herself before Jack ran away with the wrong idea. Angie put Sebastian down gently and said coaxingly, "Sweetie, why don't you go ask Aunt Camille for a cookie humm?"

The boy nodded happily and promptly ran down the stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him. As Jack watched him disappear around the corner, Angie put a hand on top of his again as she said, "Jack…" But Jack spun around as he ripped his hand away from her.

"Don't!" he spat at her, his thin lean body shaking so hard with the force of his rage that he stumbled down a couple of steps, "Don't bother Angie!" Turning to her, he hissed with soul-deep hurt underlining the venom, "Tell me Angie how I am supposed to want to hear a fucking word you got to say now?"

Tears filled her silvery blue eyes as she pleaded, "Please…please Jack, just let me explain—."

"I don't want to FUCKING HEAR IT!!" his deep voice getting louder with every word. He looked around to see if anyone had heard him and turned back to her. He took a deep breath and said so quietly that she could barely hear him, "I don't want to talk about this…about us…or what used to be us." He ran a hand through his hair and she saw the tears in his eyes as he asked hoarsely, "Can you make up some excuse for you to not accept Bobby's invitation?"

"Wh—what? Why" she asked.

"Because I don't want to see you, that's why." He snapped angrily as he advanced towards her a step, "I don't want to see you and I don't want to see the proof of your lies!"

He seemed to realize that he was intimidating her when she shrank back from him. His shoulders slumped slightly and he turned away as he said, "It will only take a couple of days. When everything is settled here, I'll be gone and then you can spend all the fucking time you want with Bobby." He looked back at her as he sneered, "Just don't expect Bobby to give a shit about you. He'll dump you once he finishes fucking you."

With that, he stomped down the stairs and was gone. Angie stood frozen for all of two seconds once she heard the front door slam before collapsing on her knees as she started to cry. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of her sobs as he heart broke all over again.