sorry for the wait, X

It was a week after David woke up and Jack had decided to go and see him, to find out what he remembered. The doctors had said that it was a miracle there was no permanent damage, apart from the amnesia which they had told him would probably come back to him in its own time. Jack looked at the clock on his bedroom desk and grabbed his black bag. He jogged down the stairs and put on his denim jacket. He was stopped from going out the door, by his mother walking out of the kitchen and proceeding to shout at him.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?"

"Out, and do you have to shout. For fuck sake, I'm three feet away from you!"

The teen turned around to try and leave the flat again, but was stopped when Kaya told him.

"you can't go out"

"and why's that?" asked Jack, though gritted teeth.

"I need you to look after your brother. Me and Sharon are going out for drinks"

"what time?" he asked with a defeated sigh.

"four o'clock. So I need you back before then to watch Grey"

"fine." the fifteen year old spat out , leaving the flat and slamming the door as hard as he could on his way out, not giving a shit when he heard Kaya scream after him.

"AND QUIT SLAMMING DOORS, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

Jack stalked out the building, ignoring anyone he came across. He hit a couple of signs and a wall, hard enough to bruise his hand, but not to break anything. He kicked open the door to the old gym, with all the force he could muster, not even feeling the pain in his hand and foot. His anger overriding the pain of his self inflicted injures. He ended up hitting a punching bag non-stop, for over an hour. With his anger under control he packed up his stuff and had a drink of water and headed to the hospital.

He got to the hospital a while later and went straight to David's room. He knocked on the door and walked in when he heard him call "come in". The teen saw that he was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine, David looked up with shock forming on his face when he saw who it was. The fifteen year old stood silently at the end of the older man's bed, watching him closely. When he saw David looking at him in confusion, he wasn't sure if being here had made the other man remember. Blowing out a breath, that he didn't know he was holding, Jack looked back at him and asked.

"how's it going?"

"good, thanks. I don't mean to be rude Jack but why are you here. Because from what I can remember you hate my guts."

"I don't hate you. I just don't like you,"

"right that's makes perfect sense" said David sarcastically.

"look I didn't come here for a along conversation and I don't have to explain myself. Especially to you"

"then why are you here?"

"Kaya told me you two are still not together. I came to see if it's true"

"so you can gloat and do a happy dance? Tell me you've won?, is that it?"

"no, that's not it"

"then what?" the older man asked, sounding confused.

"I… I can't believe I'm asking this.- Kaya's been drinking again. She goes out, gets drunk and sometimes brings someone home."

"what's this got to do with me Jack"

Jack looked anywhere but at the person in the bed. He glanced over to David and said.

"look I would love to move on with my life and forget that you ever existed. You're a fucking twat and a dickhead. But Grey likes you, so if you like you can spend sometime with him, how about this weekend. Eh?"

"quit bullshitting me Jack. What happened?"

"nothing."

"Jack" said David, in a warning tone.

"fine!. Kaya's gone into depression, she's back on the drugs and bringing men home. Two nights ago she bought a fucking idiot back. The next morning he slapped Grey around the face for being too loud. He's been staying with Lewis since then but Lewis has to go away for the weekend."

"so you want Grey to come and stay with me for the weekend.?"

"yes. Look David. Whatever you may think of me I love my brother. I will do anything to protect him, I'm the only one he has. So is it a yes or no?"

"yes. I'll look after Grey this weekend"

"thank you" Jack gritted out as nicely as he could, but by the look on David's face he knew he'd failed. He headed out the door, but was stopped. That had been happening a lot lately he thought. He turned back to David and asked sweetly.

"yes?"

"are you alright?"

"yeah. Fine thanks"

Before David could say another word, Jack was out the door, he walked out the hospital with a feeling that he hadn't expected. Guilt.

Thirty minutes later he found himself walking into his flat, he hung up his jacket and dumped his bag down. He walked off into the living room when he heard the TV on. The fifteen year old found his brother lying on his stomach on the floor, watching TV. He took a seat on the sofa and watched, only half interested at what his brother had put on. Five minutes later Kaya walked down the stairs, wearing a tiny skirt and cropped top. He shook his head and scoffed in disgusted at how his mother portrayed herself. The woman waltzed into the living room and asked.

"how does mummy look?"

"like a fucking slapper!" said Grey, with a laugh, ducking his head when his mother tried to slap him. Jack shook his head and gave an amused smile.

"little shit. I'm going now. Don't wait up"

Kaya grabbed her hand bag and headed out the door, she was just about to shut it behind her when Jack shouted.

"OK, HAVE FUN ON YOUR STREET CORNER!"

"FUCKING WASTE OF SPACES. DICKHEADS"

Kaya slammed the door. They both burst out laughing as they heard her heels as she walked away, he got up and went to the kitchen, he came back with a beer for him and a can of coke for Grey. He sat back down and asked Grey, "what?" when he saw Grey watching him.

"why can't I have a beer?"

"oh, sorry you want one. Here take this one" said Jack. He held the can out for grey, but quickly pulled it back when the nine year old reached for it. The younger boy gave Jack the best puppy dog eyes that he could do.

"quit looking at me like that. You're not having one."

"why?" asked Grey, looking confused.

"oh, I don't know maybe it's because your nine years old!"

"yeah so you're fifteen"

"I said No Grey so drink your coke and watch your programme"

"fine!" the younger boy said angrily, turning back to the TV and watching it with a glare.

It was an hour later that Grey stood up and walked slowly, trying to act naturally, as he took a seat beside Jack. The younger boy threw glances at his brother until Jack gave a annoyed sigh and turned to his brother and asked in an annoyed voice.

"what?"

"can we go and see David Jacky?"

"no, and before you complain you're staying with him for the weekend,"

"really!, thanks"

"yeah, yeah"

Jack turned back to watching the TV, unaware that Grey was watching him, with a knowing look. Grey gave a big smile and kissed his brother on the cheek. He ran out the room laughing his head off. Jack wiped his cheek and shouted.

"GREY!"

Which only got laughing in return, Jack found himself laughing and running after his brother upstairs.

After dropping Grey off at David's the next day, Jack got on a bus and headed to the prison for his visit with John. He tried to keep his anger in check as he waited at a table for John to arrive. He only had to wait a couple minutes when the prisoners were allowed into the room, he took a seat across from Jack with a smile on his face. When Jack did not return his smile he asked.

"what's wrong?, something happen to Grey?"

"no Greys fine"

"ok, then what's up?" asked John, confused at Jack's behaviour. The younger boy looked around and then back to John and leant in closer.

"I'm going to ask you a question and I expected you to answer it truthfully, Ok?"

"Ok,"

"did you speak to the pigs, about what happened with Shane?" the younger boy asked quietly. He watched John closely and shook his head and moaned no, when he saw guilt in his face. He put his head in his arms trying not to be sick, while John looked equally destroyed. John took a deep breath and told Jack with desperation in his tone.

"listen Jackie,- I.. I didn't tell them anything that could get us caught I swear,.. I just told them some bullshit story. I promise."

Jack looked up at John and saw some truth in his eyes, but he knew that his ex was not telling the whole truth. He shook his head with disgust that John would even tell them anything. When John saw Jack's expression he told him.

"they know nothing I swear on my life."

"Ok, fine. You didn't tell them anything, then why the fuck have they reopened the case John, Eh?, tell me that"

"- they reopened the case because they found something" John said reluctantly.

"found what?" asked Jack., not sure if he wanted to hear this.

"they have evidence Jack. Evidence that points his murder to you"

Jack looked, frozen with shock as John carried on.

"whoever this witness is, told the police about the jumper, the blood covered jumper, Jack, they know that we beat Shane up, but that don't think I killed him. They think you did."

A/N:thank you for your reviews. hope you liked this chapter. please let me know what ya think. X