I know when you get done reading this chapter some of you are going to be saying, "What the hell is she doing?", but believe me when I say, "There is a method to my madness." I promise it will all be revealed in the next few chapters, yes you heard me right, the next few. Please R + R.

Bobby brought Lisa home and put her into bed, "I'll sit with you until you fall asleep."

She nodded as she put her head down on the pillow, "Someone needs to sit with Jack. Bobby, could you have Angel or Jerry go sit with Jack? I'll feel better and sleep more soundly if you do that for me." She smiled as sweetly as she could.

"Ok, stay here, I'll be right back." He left her room.

She could hear him talking in the hallway and he came back in, "Ok, Angel and Sophie are going to go up to the hospital, they'll sit with Jack until they make them leave."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem, now try to get some sleep." He covered her up and sat down in the chair that she had next to the bed.

Lisa felt comfortable and warm, so it didn't take her long to fall asleep. It wasn't a restful sleep, the dreams just kept coming.

She was seeing everything that had happened to her over the years. Her dreams were even playing tricks on her; she started seeing things that she never could have known. Things about Bobby's past, things he had never told her.

She finally woke up, screaming. She was alone in the room and it was sunny outside. She rolled over to look at the clock, it read 6:00 am, 'Damn it's early.'

She stood up, stretched and pulled on her robe. She headed downstairs figuring she would make some coffee and get something to eat.

She had forgotten that she had more people staying in the house until she walked past one room and heard familiar snoring, 'Angel is still sleeping, and I wonder where Bobby is?'

She made it to the kitchen, started the coffee pot and began pulling eggs and bacon out of the fridge for breakfast. She was reaching for a pan when she heard the front door shut.

She glanced around the corner to see who it was like she didn't already know. Bobby was hanging up his jacket; underneath he was wearing sweats and sneakers. She smiled; she knew he was out running. He hadn't been playing much hockey and running was his way of staying in shape.

She went back in the kitchen and started cooking the bacon.

It wasn't long before Bobby came into the kitchen sniffing the air, "Do I smell bacon?"

"Yes and fresh coffee. I'm also planning on making eggs, how do you want yours?"

"Three, over-easy."

"No problem, it's been a while since I cooked for you I forgot how you liked your eggs. What about Angel?"

"Probably three scrambled and Sophie will probably have just toast and coffee."

"She's going to think I'm a pig."

"Who cares what she thinks, it's your house."

"You don't like her very much do you?"

Bobby made a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, "I guess se has her moments when she can be tolerated, but don't tell her I said that."

Lisa giggled, "Of course not, it will be our little secret."

Bobby was almost done with his coffee and he got up, "I should get a shower before breakfast."

He turned to leave the room, but Lisa stopped him, "Don't you dare."

He turned to look at her, "What do you mean?" She could have sworn he looked embarrassed.

Lisa shut the burner off and moved closer to him, "What do you need a shower for?"

"I stink, I was just out running."

"Uh huh." She was standing right next to him.

"I was, and sort of still am, sweating."

Lisa reached up and ran her fingers through is hair. He closed his eyes at her touch. She smiled, she was hoping for that reaction.

Bobby opened his eyes and smiled at her, "I had forgotten that you like the way I smell after I run."

"It's just that you smell primal and it really turns me on. I like that smell."

He touched her face lightly, "On all men?"

"No, just you." Lisa moved her hands slowly down his chest and grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath. She pulled them over his head and threw them on the floor.

She hadn't been this close to Bobby's naked flesh in years and her body was reacting to it. Her skin was warm, she felt her face flush and she swore the hair on her neck was standing up from excitement.

She moved in as close as she could, putting her arms around Bobby's waist and burying her face in his neck, breathing in the full scent of him.

She began running her fingers lightly over every scar on his back and shoulders. Her mind started showing her how every one of them was formed.

She continued to feel the scars. Bobby wasn't sure what she was doing, but it felt good and he swore he could feel her emotions; they were all jumbled up.

When Lisa reached one of the worst scars between his shoulder blades she was feeling shadows of pain, but not hers. She saw visions like she was a fly on the wall while the torture happened.

She saw Bobby at about 7 years old. He was lying on the floor face down, screaming. There was a huge, hairy man standing over him, yelling at him, "You are useless, you little bastard. You're the reason your mother is dead. You killed her!"

"Daddy, no, please!"

The man slammed his hands down onto Bobby's small body, he screamed in pain. Next thing she knew Bobby was standing, face and body black and blue with bruises.

The man, who she now knew was his father, was sitting with a long, rubber hose, smiling at Bobby, "Turn around, boy."

"No, daddy, please don't hurt me anymore."

"What did you say to me, boy? Did you say no?" He got up faster then she thought a man that big could move. He grabbed Bobby, spun him around and started slapping him in the upper and lower back with the hose.

Bobby was screaming at the top of his lungs, but he wasn't fighting like the man she knew.

The man finally quit hitting him and threw him to the floor, a bloody heap. He kicked Bobby in the ribs as he walked away, leaving the small child crying on the floor.

Lisa felt like she was coming back to the surface after being underwater too long. She breathed in deeply and noticed that she was on her knees with Bobby kneeling next to her.

He was staring at her face with shock written all over his, "Are you ok?"

"What happened?"

"You were touching my back, then your eyes went blank, your face went white and you slid down to your knees. At one point you screamed so loud I heard Angel yell about quiet. What happened, do you remember? Do we need to go to the hospital?" He stood up and brought her with him.

She shook her head, "No, I'm fine. I just felt dizzy for a minute. I'm fine now. I should finish breakfast and you need to shower." She moved away from him slowly, thinking, 'Should I tell him what I saw, I don't even know how I saw it. I'm not telling him he'll think I'm nuts.' She shook her head.

"Are you sure that you are ok?"

"Ya, just a little hazy." She turned to him, "Go get a shower before you catch pneumonia."

"Ok, I'm going. I'm coming right back down to make sure that you are all right."

"Ok." She turned back to the stove continuing to cook what she had started.

Angel came down before Bobby did, "Girl, you need to be quieter during sex; I don't even think that Bobby could be that good." He got a cup of coffee and went to set it on the table, "Is it ok to put this here or should I wipe it off first?" He smiled at her.

"Just put it down you baby." She had snapped at him and didn't mean it, "I'm sorry, Angel, I've had a bad morning."

"I can see that. I think you need to get something to eat, you look pale." He sounded concerned.

She knew he meant well, "I am going to get something to eat, but I'll finish yours and Bobby's first."

"You sound just like mom used to, we always came first. At least let me help you."

"Ok, go tell Bobby to hurry or his food will get cold and then you could make the toast."

Angel got up and walked over to the sink. He turned the hot water on full blast and waited. As soon as he heard his brother scream he ran over to the stairs and yelled up, "If you don't get down here soon your food is going to get cold!"

He came back into the kitchen, "He's coming." He went over the toaster and started the toast.

When Bobby came downstairs the table was set, Angel and Sophie were eating, his plate was sitting on the table and Lisa was playing with her food.

Bobby sat down at the table and started to eat, but he kept looking at Lisa. She was playing with her food more then she was eating it, "Do you still feel dizzy?"

She looked up, but wouldn't meet his gaze, "No, just not hungry."

Bobby was unsure about what Lisa was feeling, but he knew she needed to eat. He decided to use his trump card, "If you don't eat how are you going to stay strong enough to see Jack?" He knew it was a low blow, but he was worried about her and he didn't like that feeling.

"I'm going to see Jack today. He needs me." She picked up her plate, scraped the food off into the garbage and put the plate into the sink. She left the kitchen and went upstairs.

Bobby looked at Angel, "Did she talk to you while I was upstairs?"

"Nope, she just said we come first. I said she sounded like mom, always putting us first."

"That does sound like mom." Bobby turned to look into the living room, "Something is not right with her, and I wish I knew what it was."

"What happened earlier? I assumed it was sex, but from your actions and hers, I'm guessing no."

"No, not sex." Bobby proceeded to tell Angel and Sophie what had happened.

Angel looked shocked, "Shit, there is definitely something wrong."

Lisa came downstairs and looked in the kitchen, "Angel, can I get a ride to the hospital?"

Angel got up and went into the living room, "You could just take your car."

She shook her head, "I'm still a little shaky, and I don't think I could drive. Plus, I want to talk to you."

"Ok, I'll be right out."

Angel grabbed Bobby's keys, told Sophie he would be right back, shrugged at Bobby and left the house.

Sophie patted Bobby on the shoulder, "She'll be ok, you'll see."

"I know, she's a strong woman." After he said it he wasn't quite sure if he meant it.

As they drove to the hospital, Lisa shifted in her seat, "Angel, how well do you know Bobby?"

He spoke to her, but didn't take his eyes off the road, "I know him as well as you can know your own brother, why?"

"How much do you know about his… um… past?" She kept shifting because she was nervous. She never asked any of the guys about their pasts, she figured if they wanted her to know they would tell her themselves.

"I only know a little, none of us really talk about what happened to us. After we came to mom there wasn't ever a reason to." He glanced at Lisa and saw that she was nodding, 'Why do you want to know, are you and Bobby talking about it?"

"No, no really…"

Angel pulled the car up in front of the hospital, put the car in park and turned to face her, "What do you want to know?"

She looked out the front window, "Everything you know, if you don't mind."

"I know his mom died when he was young, he was taken away from his father when he was about 9 years old and he was passed through about 10 to 12 foster homes before he got mom's, he was about 12 then. That's all I know."

"Was his father mean to him, I mean did he beat him?" Tears were welling up in Lisa's eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Angel looked down at the seat, "Yes that I know for sure."

She put her hand on Angel's shoulder, "Thank you for telling me."

He looked up at her. Angel was never one who liked to be touched, but her let her, "Why did you want to know?"

"I had a really weird dream; I think it was about Bobby when he was younger." Her face was starting to lose its color and her eyes continued to mist.

"Are you ok?"

She wiped her eyes, "I'm fine, I'll be fine."

"You haven't told Bobby have you?"

"No and you aren't going to tell him." She looked him right in the eyes.

He leaned over and hugged her, "I won't tell him if you don't want me to."

She hugged him back, "Thank you, I have to get in there to see Jack."

"Ok, go. You tell little brother I'll see him soon."

She said ok and got out of the car. She went into the hospital and Angel drove away.