A/N: Not sure anyone is reading but thanks for the few reviews! I always appreciate them!

G Is For

"I don't know anything else that starts with the letter G." Mya sighed looking at her homework and having to draw pictures of things that start with a G.

"Sure you do." AJ said laying on the couch watching Mya from the living room table.

"I have goldfish, glove, goose...how do you draw gas?" She asked mother as she colored.

"I think you're forgetting something." AJ smiled at her and Mya scrunched up her face.

"Gun." J.R announced and AJ looked at him.

"No guns." AJ told Mya.

"But it starts with a G!" J.R argued.

"It does but we don't draw them. Guns are an adult thing, a professionally trained adult thing." AJ informed J.R who rolled his eyes and went back to his own homework.

"Mama I need one more G thing." Mya sighed sadly.

"Whats your favorite animal at the zoo?" AJ asked her and Mya smiled.

"Giraffe!" Mya cheered and grabbed a crayon and began to color.

"Stupid." J.R muttered under his breath.

"Hey!" Mya nearly cried.

"J.R, apologize to your sister." AJ demanded.

"Sorry." He forced out.

"You don't mean it." Mya argued.

"J.R-" AJ began but he stormed off. "J.R!" She yelled after him and began to sit up.

"Daddy!" Mya screamed so loud it startled A.J.

"What?" Punk asked rushing into the living toom.

"Mama was going to get up." Mya tattled.

Punk had given Mya the job of making sure A.J stayed on bed rest.

"Something is wrong with J.R." AJ sighed standing up.

"I will take care of it." He said guiding her to sit down again.

"He needs his mother." AJ argued.

"What's wrong with me?" Punk asked offended.

"He's angry, he's rude." AJ said shaking her head. "He seems miserable."

"I'll talk to him right now." Punk said to her.

"How do I draw a gun?" Mya asked her parents curiously.

"Talk to him now." AJ ordered. "And I said no gun." She said pointing at Mya who frowned.

Punk walked into J.R's room and saw him playing his video game.

"You finish your homework?" Punk asked but J.R ignored him. "Jake Robert." he said in a stern voice and J.R paused his game and looked back at his father.

"I needed a break." J.R told him and Punk turned the TV off.

"What's going on?" Punk asked pulling his computer chair over and sitting in front of him.

"Nothing." He shrugged.

"You can't lie to me. One, I'm a Marshal and can tell and second, I'm your father and know you better than anyone." Punk reminded him and J.R sighed.

"What's going on?" he asked again.

"The man who took Mya is going to take her again." J.R told him and Punk was shocked.

"What did you say?" Punk asked quietly.

"I heard you and Uncle Dean talking." J.R told him. "That's why Uncle Dean is here, isn't it? He's a Marshal just like you. He's here to make sure that man doesn't get Mya or mom."

"This is complicated." Punk told him.

"Why did someone take Mya?" J.R asked. "And why does he even want her? She's so annoying."

"I'd really like it if you didn't mention this to her." Punk said to him.

"I won't tell her. She'll just cry." J.R scoffed.

"I need you to forget what you heard." Punk told him.

"I tried, dad, I really did but I'm scared. Mya is annoying but I don't want her taken away. At least not forever." J.R said to him.

"No one is going to take your sister away." Punk promised him. "But this is a stressful time so I need you to curb the attitude for your mothers sake."

"I just don't know what to say or do. I was scared." J.R shrugged.

"That's why you should talk to me. When something is bothering you, come to me. It's my job to listen to you and help you. You don't have to go through anything alone." Punk informed him.

"It's just nothing feels right. Everything is wrong." J.R sighed.

"Tomorrow night, lets go to the game. I will prove to you everything is alright by taking your mind off of things." Punk said to him.

"I guess." J.R shrugged.

"Come on, we're all here,there's just a lot going on." Punk encouraged.

"I guess." J.R shrugged.

"It's all going to be alright. Now go finish up your homework and please take it easy on your mom." Punk said to him.

"Alright." J.R sighed.

"Stop trying to grow up so fast. Be happy being a kid."

Later that night AJ was laying in the tub and Punk freely walked into the bathroom and grabbed his razor.

"You could knock." AJ scoffed.

"I could but then I wouldn't get a free peek." He teased and eyed her.

"What?" She asked nervously. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You have a belly." He smirked walking over to the bath.

"Yea I popped a bit these last few days." AJ said running her hand over her belly. "It's been a while since I had a bump."

"So you're going to continue to take it easy?" He asked.

"The doctor said I can go back to work next week but I can't have Dean chasing after the children. It's not his job and not fair. I've called in more reinforcements." She informed him.

"Oh, no." Punk groaned. "You called her?"

"Your mother? Yes." AJ said to him with a laugh. "What's the problem?"

"Do you remember the last time Dean and my mother were under the same roof?" He asked her and it hit her.

"I didn't even think of that." AJ said with a laugh. "That's funny."

"God." He groaned. "You still have to take it easy."

"I will, I will." She said to him. "Where is Dean?"

"He's at the office working on some stuff with John." Punk told her. "Think they were going to the prison."

"Has there been anymore murders?" She asked.

"Nope. This could have all been an overreaction." Punk said to her.

"I don't know about that. This is still a Sawyer running around killing people." She reminded him. "You can't let him continue to do that."

"I have no intentions of." Punk shrugged trimming his beard. "I'm just not going to let him taint my home life. J.R is really feeling worried."

"That does worry me." AJ sighed. "I love that he's smart I just wish he wasn't so self aware. He's only five."

"He's like me." Punk shrugged. "He'll be fine. I'll take him to the game tomorrow and he'll clear his head."

"I hope so." AJ said to him. "He's too young to worry this much and the way it impacts his mood isn't healthy."

"He's confused." Punk reasoned.

"I'm worried." AJ insisted. "Do you think he needs to talk to someone?"

"He is. Me." Punk said to her. "Nothing has happened he's just frustrated he doesn't know everything."

"I know but he's not the same." AJ told him.

"He's moody. He's a kid and that happens." Punk told her simply.

"What do you think this one is?" AJ asked looking down at her growing belly.

"I don't know." He said honestly.

"Can't get excited?" She asked.

"It's not that." He lied nervously.

"Four miscarriages make me nervous too." She admitted. "But this is the furthest we've gotten."

"I know and I am excited but I'll be super excited in a few more months." He reasoned.

"I still haven't told my parents. I'm still nervous myself." She said to him. "But I can't help but be excited."

"Good. Be excited." He encouraged.

"How do you think the kids will react?" She asked.

"Mya is going to hate it, J.R will embrace it." Punk smirked. "We better hope for a boy because I don't know how Mya will take a sister."

"I thought about that." AJ smirked closing her eyes and resting. "She would be so jealous of sharing you with a little sister." she laughed a bit.

"I'll always make time for my Pea and J.R." Punk reminded her as he continued to trim his beard.

"You haven't called her Pea in a long time." AJ noted fondly then frowned and he looked over to her.

"What?" He asked.

"I just keep thinking about that night in the hospital-" She began getting choked up and he dropped his trimmer.

"Are you crying?" He asked concerned and walked over to her in the tub.

"I cry over everything. I'm super hormonal." She sniffled. "I just don't remember ever being that scared before in my life and I've been shot and chased through the woods-"

"It's a hard feeling to forget but it's just a memory." He told her. "It's not going to repeat itself."

"I hope not." She cried a bit.

"You're adding unnecessary stress to yourself." Punk sighed sitting on edge. "Life is good, we have two smart great kids, a third on the way, we have our health, we have money."

"James Sawyer always lingers." She admitted.

"He's locked away. I'm going to get his brother or copycat or whatever the fuck he is." Punk promised her. "He's not even in Chicago."

"That we know of." She said looking up at him. "My biggest fear is that Mya is going to end up like me. Growing old and living in fear of this man. Being on the run, threatened with witness protection-"

"You're getting ahead of yourself now." Punk said cutting her off.

"The sad thing is I'm grateful for what happened to me, prior to the kidnapping that is, because it lead me to you it gave me this family and life that I didn't think I'd ever have." She said to him. "Mya is going to be hiding her whole life, maybe she'll find love with a Marshal..."

"Stop." Punk groaned. "This isn't going to go on for that long, we don't even know if Mya is a target and she'll never find love with a Marshal because I'll always be her security detail and no man will get near her ever."

"I'd like the idea of her settling down with a protective officer of the law." AJ said to him.

"She can settle down with us- in this house- until she's old and gray." Punk said and his phone began to ring.

"Brooks." He answered and kept a straight face knowing AJ was intensely listening. "Yea, no problem I'll swing by. Alright, bye."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Got a hit on the woman who crossed across Wisconsin." He told her. "I told you about that case, she was involved in a hit and run."

"Oh, right." AJ said buying it. "This won't take like days right? J.R needs this time with you tomorrow."

"I wouldn't miss tomorrow's game with him for the world." He assured her leaning over and kissing her. "Don't wait up."

"I can't even if I wanted to I'm too tired and with both kids already fast asleep I don't have anything keeping me up." She grinned.

"Good. I love you." He told her before leaving.

"Love you too, be safe." She called after him as he left.

Later that night AJ heard the doorbell. It woke her out of a dead sleep and she turned on the lights by the stairs and carefully climbed down them. She peered out the peephole and her heart sank. She felt it pounding in her stomach as fear washed over her body.

"Please, I come in peace." Adam pleaded from outside.

"Go away!" AJ yelled stepping away from the door and grabbing J.R's baseball bat. "Phil is upstairs don't make me wake him!"

"He's not home. He's at a crime scene! A crime committed by a Sawyer!" Adam yelled. "I'm here to help."

"I don't want your help, I want you off my property!" She yelled and looked around for phone that she knew was upstairs.

"He's in Chicago! He's getting close! I've been following this case just like John, Dean and Punk. You have kids in there-" Adam began to argue.

"Don't you dare mention my children!" AJ spat holding the bat tighter.

"I've been driving by for days trying to think of a good time to approach and I know Punk will kill me on sight but you're the voice of reason!" Adam insisted.
"I don't want this lunatic out here either!"

"You're a lunatic!" AJ yelled.

"I'm unarmed, April!" Adam insisted.

"You shot me in this very house!" AJ argued back.

J.R was listening at the top of the stairs and realized his mother was in distress. He ran into his parents bedroom and turned on the light. He promised Punk he'd be the man of the house while he was at work and take care of his mother. He grabbed the chair at AJ's vanity and pushed it over to the closet and opened the door. He reached up and struggled to grab Punk's safe that was very heavy and even dropped it.

"What are you doing?" Mya asked rubbing in her eyes.

"Go to your room Mya." J.R groaned as he typed in the code he secretly watched his dad punch in.

"J.R!" Mya gasped as J.R opened their father's gun safe. "Daddy is going to be so mad!"

"Go to bed, Mya!" J.R yelled and Mya ran across the hall and slammed her door closed.

J.R grabbed a gun and headed down the stairs as AJ turned around.

"J.R." AJ gasped shocked.

"I'm going to help you." J.R swore holding the gun up.

"Baby, put that down." AJ said dropping the bat and walking to him slowly.

"There's a bad man at the door!" He yelled pointing the gun.

"He's gone." AJ assured him holding back tears and plastering on a smile. "He left I swear."

"Dad said I was the man of the house and had to take care of you." J.R sniffled.

"You are, just put that down before you hurt yourself." She pleaded.

The door suddenly swung open and AJ screamed out as J.R pulled the trigger but not a sound was heard but AJ's scream and the slamming of the front door. AJ looked over and saw Punk was frozen in shock to see his son holding a gun and pulling the trigger, lucky for Punk he never kept the guns loaded and the ammunition was locked up in a separate safe.

"J.R-" Punk began storming over and snatching the weapon from him.

"The bad man was out there!" J.R cried and then ran up the stairs.

"What the hell did I just walk into?" Punk asked AJ, he was shaking from shock.

"Adam was here he was outside and J.R heard us arguing and he must have gotten into your safe-" She began to explain.

"Are you alright?" He asked cupping her face.

"Yes, talk to him- he's terrified-" She began and he ran up the stairs.

Punk walked into J.R's room and saw him packing a bag.

"Hey, what were you thinking?" Punk demanded pulling the bag out of his hand.

"That man shot mom and he was going to do it again so I helped her!" J.R cried.

"You're not to touch my guns- ever- you know better!" Punk yelled.

"You said to take care of mom!" J.R yelled back still crying.

"You could have hurt yourself!" Punk yelled. "You're a smart kid and know better. Gun's aren't toys, they're not for you to take out!"
I was doing what you told me to do!" J.R cried out and Punk could swear he could see his own brother Jake in the corner of the room.

"Cut him some slack, he was scared." he could hear Jake whisper.

"I'm leaving!" J.R announced grabbing his bag and packing it again.

Punk watched his brother fade away and realized why this scared him so much. He lost his big brother to gun violence.

"Stop." Punk sighed taking the bag from him again and sitting on the bed.

"I'm going to go to jail!" J.R yelled horrified and Punk just pulled him into a tight hug.

"I love you so much, do you understand that?" Punk cried himself and kissed his head. "You're not going anywhere and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you're so scared."

"I was scared for mom!" He cried hugging his dad back. "I just didn't want that man to hurt her!"

After calming down and talking about the dos and donts of 'being the man of the house' Punk felt he really made headway with J.R.

"How did you get in my safe?" Punk asked finally.

"I've seen you put in the code. I just remembered." J.R shrugged.

"You have so much potential. You're brilliant but this stunt was stupid." Punk told him.

"I know." J.R sighed.

"I know there's a lot of going on. I know you're scared but you never have to be that scared. No one is hurting your mom." Punk said to him.

"Can I talk to her?" J.R asked.

"If I know your mom she's been listening outside the door this whole time." Punk smirked as J.R opened the door and AJ was standing there.

"I'm sorry." AJ sobbed hugging J.R

"Ape." Punk sighed.

"You want to sleep in our bed tonight? Would that make you feel better?" AJ asked crying.

"Ape." He scolded now.

"I'm not a baby." J.R sighed.

"You are. You're always my baby." AJ said to him.

"I guess one night in your bed won't hurt." J.R smiled and ran across the room.

"What did Adam want?" Punk asked.

"I've had too busy of a night but we'll discuss you lying to me about work tomorrow." She said to him and he cringed.

Punk was about to follow AJ across the hall when he heard Mya.

"Can I come out now!" Mya yelled and Punk narrowed his eyes and gently opened her door. "Thank god!" she yelled running to Punk who lifted her up and caught her in his arms. "J.R sent me to my room! He was in your work box! I was so scared!" she cried into his neck and Punk realized this night wasn't close to being over.

"Come on, you're sleeping with us." Punk said about to walk into his room and spotted Dean coming up the stairs.

"Why's everyone up? I miss something?" Dean asked.

"We'll talk tomorrow. Until then find out why A-D-A-M was here." Punk told him spelling out the name because he didn't want to scare the kids anymore.

"What the hell did I miss?" Dean asked himself as Punk headed into the bedroom.

"Oh, no I can't sleep next to J.R he snores." Mya said crawling into the bed and nudging J.R away from AJ so she could cuddle her.

"You snore." J.R argued.

"You two slept in the same room for a year so I think you'll be ok for the night." Punk said trying to get into the bed but it was cramped. He was practically off the bed as a matter of fact.

"Sorry, dad, Mya is being a bed hog." J.R said to Punk.

"This is real comfortable." Punk groaned.

"I've never been more comfortable in my life." AJ grinned happily snuggling her daughter and having her son and husband here. She needed this night of having the three of them surround her.

"Because you have space on the bed." Punk scoffed.

"I do." AJ grinned happily. "I like having you all in here-"

"Tonight." Punk finished sternly. "For ONE night only."

"I like this bed." Mya warned her father.

"Me too." J.R added with a yawn and AJ could see Punk glaring at her.

A couple of hours later Punk found Dean in the kitchen drinking coffee and working on his laptop.

"I briefly was able to talk to Ape, that car you saw was Adam." Punk told him.

"Yea it had Montana plates. Just didn't think he'd have the balls to show up here." Dean said sipping his coffee.

"J.R got into my safe and tried to shoot him." Punk told him and Dean nearly spit out his coffee.

"You let him in your gun safe?" Dean asked stunned.

"Of course not! He's just smart. Saw me punch in my codes before. Not smart enough to realize ammunition was kept in a separate safe. And thank god for that because I walked into the house and pulled the trigger. Thank god the clip was empty." Punk sighed pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Jesus." Dean said shaking his head.

"After this conversation no more discussing this case in this house." Punk told him and Dean nodded.

"I told you, your kid is smart." Dean said shaking his head looking back at his laptop.

"Part of me wanted to kill him for being so reckless and taking one of my guns, another part of me is proud of how he wanted to protect his mother." Punk said confused.

"You should be proud. He's going to make a great Marshal some day." Dean nodded.

"No. He'll be a baseball player. Closing pitcher for the Cubs. If that doesn't work out he'll be some kidn of doctor because he has total empathy and I'm pretty sure a photogenic memory." Punk said thinking about it.

"You hide your safe?" Dean asked.

"Yea. Changed the pass code too." Punk said shaking his head. "I had the safe in my closet because I wanted my guns close but I can't chance that anymore."

"It's fine. No one got hurt and that's what's important." Dean told him.

"Yea, I really need to do this game with him tomorrow but I'm worried about Ape and Mya being here-" He began.

"I'll be here with them." Dean said brushing it off.

"Where are your guns by the way?" Punk asked.

"In a lock box under my mattress." Dean said and he nodded. "Just enjoy the game with your son he's more wound up then April is."

"I've noticed." Punk said rubbing his temple. "This is a lot more difficult with two active five year olds."

"I know. But it will be over soon." Dean assured him. "I got in touch with Adam, wants to meet so I'll do it before the game so I can be here."

"I want in on this meet." He told Dean.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, let me handle this one." He insisted.

"Nah." Punk said shaking his head. "It's long overdue Adam and I have a conversation."