Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Nikki. I don't even own The Black Donnellys'.

A/N: So there's going to be a lot of referencing to this awesome show called The Black Donnellys'. I absolutely hate that this show got cancelled, I think it's because NBC dislikes too much violent shit, or is just stupid for cancelling this. I think Four Brothers fans would love Black Donnellys, because it's like watching Four Brothers and The Departed for an hour. I really really hope it comes back. If you guys watch it, isn't it freakin' awesome? All right, done with the Donnelly publicity. It's not full brothers and Nikki time, because Jack isn't in it, but there is some of that Bobby Nikki time. I hope you guys like it, and please, keep the reviews coming. It helps me keep going with this story, and your feedback really helps with what you guys like or don't.

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"Oh, is that all you got little brother?" Jerry yelled, as he and Angel did yet another brotherly wrestle brawl in the middle of the family room wooden floor.

Pushing Jerry off him, Angel pushed Jerry to the floor, who merely laughed, as Bobby yelled, "Aw come on, Jerry! You gonna let him do that?"

Turning to look up at who walked in, Bobby smiled at Nikki, who instantly walked up the stairs without a 'hi.' Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Bobby stood up, walking up the stairs, and straight into Jack's room. He opened the door to see Nikki lying down in a ball, and watching the laptop. Pressing play, without even looking at him, the audio streamed throughout the room.

Sitting down on the bed next to her, Bobby watched the show as the father of Jenny Reilly told his daughter, "Look Jenny, listen to me, please. I know you like Tommy, and I don't think he's a bad kid. It's just that, it's like something is in their blood, and no matter how hard they try to do good, that blood is always gonna seep through. And it poisons whatever it touches."

"Holy shit," Bobby muttered.

"I know," Nikki answered.

"It's like their fucking talking about us," Bobby said, pointing at the laptop screen. "What the hell we watchin'?"

"It's called The Black Donnellys'," Nikki said, still not looking away from the screen. "It's good shit."

Bobby nodded, staring at the screen as they talked about hiding a dead body, with his mouth slightly open, engulfed in the drama.

Shaking his head to remember what he came upstairs to ask her, Bobby looked down at Nikki, trying his best to pay attention to her instead of one of the guy saying they should stuff someone in a tub of acid. "You okay? What happened at work?"

Nikki shrugged, "I taught kids a hip hop dance. Do you wanna learn or somethin'?"

"Do I wanna learn or somethin'," Bobby rolled his eyes. "Seriously, something happened today. Do not lie to me, Nick."

Nikki blinked, biting her bottom lip nervously. Giving a small sigh, Bobby watched as Nikki's quivering bottom lip forcedly stopped. "Some lady came in today to pick up her kid. She called me Owens, and then Thea. She said I look just like her." Staring at her, without anything to say, Bobby just nodded. "She told me to tell my mom 'hi'."

"She's fuckin' stupid," Bobby muttered.

"Nope," Nikki shook her head. "She just doesn't know." Nikki gulped, as well as Bobby, the two in the awkward silence. Bobby wasn't very good with expressing his feelings in words. Jack was the most expressive in the family, being the fairy and all, but even he had trouble on saying the right thing. "I'm fine, Bobby. It was just…" Nikki looked up at Bobby, "The only time that happened to me. I've never been called Owens before. It kinda made me realize that I'm not really a Mercer."

"Nikki, what the hell you talkin' about?" Bobby put his hand on her shoulder, "You are a Mercer."

"I guess," Nikki mumbled. "But my last name is still Owens."

Bobby thought, "Get married to Jackie."

Turning to face Bobby, with furrowed eyebrows, Nikki stared at Bobby, with her eyes wide.

Laughing in reply, Bobby put his hand over Nikki's face, slightly pushing her away, "I was just kidding. Nice to know you guys have no intention of getting married, though. Yet."

"Yeah, yeah," Nikki said, shaking her head. "That wasn't funny, Bobby."

"Yeah it was, but seriously," He said, putting a hand on top of her head. "You've always been a Mercer, and all you've been worrying about your mom, just forget it, Nikki. She lost you, you didn't lose a thing. You had us and Ma. It's her loss."

Nikki nodded, "Thanks, Bobby."

Giving a nod, and directing his attention back to two of the brothers, Bobby tilted his head, "Wait, who are those guys?"

'The Donnellys'," Nikki replied, as if he was stupid. "That's Tommy Donnelly and Kevin Donnelly. The shows about, well a lot, but Irish-Italian organized crime."

"How many brothers?" Bobby asked, and Nikki smiled.

"Four," Nikki said.

"Oh, shit," Bobby gave a small chuckle.

"Yep," Nikki said, and heard Bobby gasp a little as Tommy Donnelly's fist flew violently into a face.

"Oh, shit!" Bobby yelled, and Nikki smirked knowing that it had Bobby much more interested now. "Poor Irish. I mean, the Irish aren't the only ones who do that. Ya know, get drunk and punch people."

"They aren't," Nikki agreed. "I'm Irish, though."

"I'm a little Irish," Bobby said. "So is Jackie." Nikki nodded, "Well, we know Angel and Jerry aren't even a little Irish, so it's not only the Irish."

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"Hey Nick, how was work?" Jerry asked, lying down on the couch, as Nikki sat at the end of it.

"Bobby, what are you doin'! We were watchin' that!" Angel yelled, with Sofi sitting beside him in the single chair, the two squishing for some room.

"Uh, it was okay," Nikki mumbled. "Gotta do what we gotta do to get some income, right?"

Jerry smiled at her, and squeezed her knee, making her jump from being tickled, "Yeah, gotta get the money."

"Bobby, what are we watchin'?" Angel asked, as Bobby hooked up the laptop to the TV.

"We're watchin' our fucking lives. Check this out. It's like us in Irish bodies, running some organized crime shit," Bobby said, excited, and sitting on the couch as Jerry sat up quickly so Bobby wouldn't sit on his face.

"You talk to your boyfriend yet?" Jerry asked Nikki, putting an arm around her so she was in noogie position.

"Nope, not yet," Nikki said, trying to squeeze her way out of the head lock. "I'll call him when we're done. I'm sure he's fine."

"Seriously, you guys are not a couple," Bobby mumbled, groaning because he had to get up and press the link to play the Pilot episode.

Pushing Jerry away, once she escaped his grasp, Nikki turned her head a little to see the same kid walking by the house, intently looking at them. "Bobby, get that kid."

"What?" Bobby asked, not paying much attention to her.

"Bobby!" Nikki jumped off the couch, seeing the kid start to run, grabbing Bobby by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the couch to the door. "That kid is watching us, Bobby. He is. It's freaking the shit out of me. I don't have a good feeling about him."

"What do you want me to do about it? He's already down the street," Bobby said, squinting. "Shit, he runs fast as hell."

Nikki groaned, "Because you're slow ass wouldn't get up from the couch." Walking back into the living room, Bobby muttered in annoyance, as Nikki stared down the empty street, sighing.