I loved the movie & for some reason this story popped in my head. It wouldn't leave until I started to type it out. I already know how the whole story will play out (yeah, sometimes it's easy like that) but would love input and suggestions.

Insert standard disclaimer here. Only own the story and characters not recognized from the movie. Please don't copy or take without permission. Remember the golden rule.

"Um…I'm lookin' for Jack… Jack Mercer."

"He ain't here." Bobby answered shortly.

"Oh, okay. Do you know where I could find him?" the petite brunette on his front porch asked nervously.

"Try the cemetery. His body's there."

It seemed to take a minute for his words to register in her mind. When they did her eyes widened in horror and she threw her body back, as if trying to escape his words or their meaning. He watched as her body tipped from the momentum and she began to fall off the porch, reaching out he grabbed her, roughly, keeping her from falling. As soon as she was once again upright he let go. He never seen her before and had no idea why she came around looking for his dead brother. He knew she couldn't have been from around here or she would have known about Jackie. What threw him was her reaction to Jack's death. No one outside of the family really gave a damn about Jackie dead or alive. Who the hell was this chick?

"I'm sorry. Sorry. I-" she stuttered, before stumbling down the porch steps across the yard and out into the street.

He watched wind her way to the street. He began to turn around to go in the house when he noticed a car coming down the street. Watching her he thought she would pause to let the car pass and cursed realizing she didn't even see it there. Sprinting off the porch he flew across the yard in just enough time to pull her back out the car's path. The driver honked his horn and flashed them the Finger but didn't slow down. She wheeled around breaking his hold on her. Staring him straight in the eye with a look so angry he was momentarily stunned.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!"

"I'm the fucking guy who just saved your ass from being road kill!" he yelled back, getting her face. Female or not no one talked to him that way.

"You couldn't yell to get my attention! You had to fucking man-handle me!"

"Look you ungrateful bitch, I was trying to be a nice guy, my mistake! It won't happen again."

"Ha! Bobby Mercer Nice Guy, most people would call that an oxymoron."

How the fuck does she know my name?

She realized then she said too much but there was no way to take her words back now. Before he strangle her, for being so damn annoying, or question her, a police cruiser pulled up along side them. A blonde patrolman stuck his head out the window and scold upon realizing he was setting his sights on Bobby Mercer.

"Is there a problem here?" the patrolman drawled.

Just what I fuckin need, Hawaii Five-O giving me shit. This hoochie is probably going to try and get my ass arrested. It ain't no use being nice to people, look what you get in return.

He turned to catch the catty ass look on the chick's face he knew would be there. She was going to feed them some bullshit line and the cops would be more than happy to use it as an excuse to run him in. He was stunned once again to see instead a blank, rather hostile look, engulf her face. Sneering with ill-disguised contempt she answered "Does it look like there's a problem?"

He knew he appeared surprised, he really couldn't help it. This chick did more 180's then a skateboarder. He had to admit he was kind of impressed, this girl had some balls. The policeman didn't seem too happy with her answer. He scowled and opened his mouth to say something before deciding the better of it and shut it again. Instead he leaned back in the car and signaled for his partner to drive away.

Turning back to her, he looked her up and down and asked. "Okay who the hell are you and how do you know Jackie?"

"You said he was dead, how come you're using present tense?"

"It's been four fucking months; excuse me if I'm not use to the idea of my little brother being dead. Now answer my questions. And while we're at it why didn't you try and sic those cops on me?"

"Shit I'm nicer than that, and it wouldn't look good for you to be assaulting a pregnant lady. Besides I ain't here to start no trouble. Just answer one question for me and I'll never bother you again."

"What?" he asked, not really taking into account what she had just told him.

"Did he die alone?"

"Huh?"

"Jackie, he didn't die alone did he?" her voice had dropped and he could hear it wavering, as if she was trying not to cry.

"No, he wasn't alone. I was with him, me and my brothers." he told her, not sure why he was telling this to a perfect stranger.

"That's good."

"That he's dead? You're one fucked up person you know that?"

"No, it's good that he didn't die alone. Not Jack."

Without saying anything more she turned around and walked away.

R & R, please.