I don't own four brothers.
It's one of life's big mysteries, the reason for our existence. It's not about evolution or religion or whatever else people always talk about. It's about you. Why are you here? Some people spend there life wondering, and others just know. It might not have been the plan in the beginning but things changed and you right along with them, and the purpose and meaning you had been looking for was suddenly right there in front of you.
Bobby knew that's what happened when Jack came into their lives.
He didn't fool himself into thinking he was something he wasn't, he knew his flaws better than those who had always pointed them out to him, and he wasn't ashamed. Maybe he had been, when he was younger but not anymore. When Evelyn adopted him his life changed, suddenly he had someone to care about, and who cared about him. It changed him, and when Jerry and Angel came along he took on the role of big brother like he'd never done anything else, but it wasn't until Jack came that he really understood how it felt to have someone depend on you, and he liked it.
Jack was a small little kid with more blue skin than white when he came. He jumped at every movement and he panicked if you reached out to him. He was so breakable and Evelyn worried that he'd never get over what had happened to him, and she was right in a way, as the events that led Jack to them changed him forever. He wasn't the only one.
For some reason he seemed to trust Bobby. Not right away of course, it took a long time before they reached that point, but when they did Jack seemed to have decided that Bobby was his best bet, and he stayed in his presence as much as he could – that never changed. Bobby liked it, he who had tried to run from any responsibility in his younger years now spent a lot of his time taking Jack to school, listening to him talk about why Pink Floyd had been such a great influence and why no one ever understood Sid (Sid was appaerently Sid Vicious, singer of some punk band Bobby never could remember the name of, who had died young by an overdose). Sure Bobby liked music, but not to the extreme length Jack did, and that was really the only time the words flowed from him, so Bobby listened.
He didn't think about his own fucked up childhood anymore, it wasn't important. Evelyn saved him, Jerry and Angel changed him, and Jack gave him meaning.
So when he watched his little brother drop to his knees in the middle of the street his heart stopped, and then started a frantic beat that didn't slow down until he froze up inside as they waited to hear if they're little brother was dead or alive. He's failed at the most important thing he ever promised and he hates himself for it. Later Jack tells him it's okay, that he can't take responsibility for everything but he dosen't agree. Jack is his responsibility, and he swears that he'll never let anything happen again. Jack rolls his eyes, but Bobby knows. He needed to hear that as much as he needed to say it.
