Thank you all so much for your support, I swear this is better than a freaking psyciatrist office. Way better. I've also been sick, which sucked.

Lucy: Really?! That is awesome! He's perfect for it, how the hell am I supposed to wait for it to come out when they haven't even started shooting lol, hope they don't change their mind. I too wish for another Mark/Garrett movie, I agree they have crazy chemistry. I actually heard the studio had pitched an idea of it to Mark, where he would play the older guy and Garrett the younger, but then there was all this talk of some other freaking movie starring Justin Bieber instead and that was that. Talk about a let down.

As usual, four brothers is not mine, nor is it's characters.

He never regretted what he did, or the decisions he made, what was the point? What was done was done and there was no changing it now. And he didn't want to. Staring into Muriel's eyes felt like he was being on trial, a feeling the cops who hauled his ass off hadn't managed to inspire in him. She looked at him like he was lower than low, and he guessed he was. It wasn't exactly a surprise to him, he'd had a lifetime of those looks directed at him. He knew Muriel was in pain, and he felt sorry for her, he really did, but he knew he'd do everything again if it came down to it. It hurt to know that he was responsible for her husbands death, that their kids didn't have a father anymore, but another part of him, that hard bitter part whispered harshly that she didn't care what her husband did as long as he wasn't hurt. What about his longtime friend? What about that friends mother? That friends older brother? She had to have known what Evan were dealing in with Sweet, she'd obvioulsy cared nothing for the lives that were ruined by that asshole, so why the hell should he care about her feelings now? His hard gaze sharpened even more on her's as she glared at him.

Fine, he was guilty. But so was she.

He looked at Jerry from the corner of his eye and found him glaring at Camille, a look in his eyes that one rarely saw, at least not when he looked at his wife.

"Camille..." Jerry's voice was a mixture of disappointment and anger.

Camille only straightened up and glared right back. Jack concluded that somehow she'd turned into a bitter harpy. "What Jerry?"

"What is wrong with you?" He didn't understand. He knew she was disappointed in him, he knew he'd let her down, but what was he supposed to do? She'd asked him to choose, not understanding that leaving his brothers was like cutting off a piece of himself. He knew she was hurt, but so was he.

"What do you think Jerry?" Muriel snapped harshly. "Maybe you should have listened to her a little huh? Thought about her feelings, instead of this bastards?" She glared at Jack again, who stood silently next to Jerry, no emotion showing on his face.

"You don't talk about him like that" Jerry's voice was firm, and anger seeped into his words, but before he could continue Jack stopped him.

"It's fine Jer" He shifted his eyes to his brother, telling him it was okay, before meeting Muriel's eyes again. "She has something she needs to say she should say it now".

"It's not all on you man" Jerry protested.

"No, it's all your fault, but he's the only one who wouldn't just stop, you just had to drag Evan" her voice broke as she said his name "down with you".

For a few seconds the tension in the kitchen rose to a near unbearable degree before Jack's voice cut through it. "He dragged himself down". Muriel's enraged gasp showed just how untrue she found Jack's words to be.

"He didn't-"

"He stood by while Sweet's made plans to murder my mother. He could have said something, but he didn't. She died alone because he was too much of a coward to do anything else".

Muriel opened her mouth to protest but Jack beat her to it. "And what about you?" His eyes swept over the fur coat that hung over the back of her chair and lingered on the gold necklace around her neck. "Did you care that my mother was being killed? Or didn't it matter, just as long as the money kept coming in". His voice now cold as ice was forceful and yet calm, an unnerving combination that made the two women at the table fidget uncomfortably.

"Of course I cared! If I had known..." Muriel's voice trailed off...

"You'd what? Last I checked my mother was still dead, and my brother is still recovering from being shot. So forgive me if I don't give a shit about the man who helped make all that happen". Muriel stood up and sweeped her fur around her before heading for the door, where she stopped as Jack continued. "You can blame me all you want, I really don't give a fuck, but if you think your husband was an innocent victim here then..." he shook his head, a sardonic laugh leaving his lips.

Muriel didn't answer, and the door slammed behind her.

Jerry took a deep breath and turned face his wife sitting at the table. "About Christmas..."

Bobby was bored. Exstremely, frustratingly bored, and no one was around. He sat up on the edge of the bed, letting out a low grunt as the wound in his chest stretched and tugged. The fucking radio was still playing, and he'd had just about enough of it. His newest plan now included making himself a cup of coffee and smash the fricken' thing into a thousand pieces with a sledgehammer. Yeah, it was a great plan. He stood slowly and took a step forward testing himself. A little shaky, probably cause of the damn pills they kept giving him. He made a mental note to cut down on that shit. He made it into the hallway and pulled open the door to the closet, trying to find what he was looking for among all the other rubbish there. No luck. Maybe in the basement then. But that meant he would have to make it down the stairs, which he could, but it would take for-fucking-ever. He decided to compromise. Yeah, he could do that. He made his way into the kitchen and one of the cupboards, and there it was. The hammer he'd gotten Angel a few years ago when he'd first started getting serious about Sofi, it would have to do.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

He glared over att the offending piece of machinery now sprouting out some crap about hearts and flowers on Christmas. Well not for long, it's reign of torment was over. He stalked over slowly, eyeing the radio as if it was a dangerous animal that could lash out at him any given second. He crept closer and raised the hammer, an evil chuckle escaping his lips as he did. He was just about to strike when a shriek echoed in the kitchen and he spun around, dropping the hammer on his foot in his surprise.

"Fuck! Ow! Fucking hell!" He cursed and grabbed his foot, he didn't know what hurt the most, his foot or his chest.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Sofi screeched at him from her place in the doorway, her hand to her chest "You scared the shit out of me you asshole!".

Bobby gritted his teeth and willed the pain in his foot to disappear so he could walk again, and kill Sofi. "ME? What the hell are you doing? You almost gave me a heartattack you crazy bitch".

"Me? You're the one who was waving that hammer around like a crazy bastard, I thought you were going to kill someone!"

Bobby smiled through his pain. "Well I was planning on a thing, but I guess someone will have to do instead" He glared at her menacingly.

"You asshole" Sofi spat "Here I am, taking care of you practically day and night, and what do I get in return..."

"You taking care of me? That's a sick joke" Bobby growled back. "And as far as free service goes need I remind you that you live here for free, and fucking my brother is not a form payment around here honey".

Sofi gasped, steam practically flowing from her. She started towards Bobby, but Angel's arrival in the kitchen stopped her. "Bobby what are you doing up?"

Bobby didn't move his glare from Sofi. "I wanted a cup of coffee"

"Well I'll make it, and can you two please stop fighting? You" He pointed to Sofi "No attacking him until he's better" he turned to Bobby "and you, please try to be... nice".

Bobbt grinned "I am nice, and don't worry about it, I think this is better fit for it's original use anyway" he glared over at Sofi while picking up the hammer threateningly.

"Back to bed Bobby" Angel ordered.

"Don't tell me what to do asswipe"

Angel sighed. "Jack and Jerry will be home soon, and you know how he gets. You shouldn't worry him like this".

Bobby scoffed but headed back to the bed, limping as he went, the hammer still clasped firmly in his hand.

"What did he mean Angel?" Sofi cut in. "What did he mean about the hammer?"

"Nothing baby, I don't know what he's talking about" Angel answered quickly, ignoring the chuckle coming from the livingroom.

When Jack and Jerry returned home Bobby was seated in bed, a cup of coffee in his hand, and the hammer next to him. Jack looked at a sulking Sofi on the couch and then turned back to Bobby. "What did you do?"

Bobby chuckled. "Nothing Jackie"

"Why is the hammer on the bed?"

Bobby lifted said hammer and inspected it closely. "Well you never know when it might come in handy". Jack eye's tightened but Bobby cut him off. "Don't worry about it". And he shouldn't. Afterall, the freaking radio was still playing, for now... and Sofi was still here, something he had a feeling would never change. He eyed the hammer again, but a voice in his head which sounded suspiciously like Evelyn snapped at him. BOBBY MERCER! He placed it next to him again with a sigh. Why couldn't he just get a freaking break.

"You need anything?" Jack asked, and Bobby took in the tired look in his eyes with a frown.

"I'm good"

Jack nodded and then headed up the stairs. Bobby watched him go, and then turned to Jerry. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. The girls are gonna be here for a few hours on Christmas"

"That's great. What's wrong?" Bobby asked again, impatience coloring his words.

Jerry sighed. "Well... when we got there Camille had company and..."

"Who?"

Jerry shot his older brother an exasperated look before answering. "Muriel".

Muriel. Evan's wife. Bobby remembered seeing her at the bowling hall where they'd cornered Evan. That couldn't be good. "What happened?"

Jerry tried to shrug, like it was no big deal. Bobby thought he looked like a cartoon character. "She said some things to Jack, about Jack, and us".

Fucking bitch, Bobby swore silently. Why couldn't they just leave his brother alone? Couldn't they see how fragile he was? Maybe that was it, they smelled blood. Vultures. "How's Jack?" he asked instead of voicing all his thoughts.

Jerry sighed and took a seat next to Sofi. "Quiet".

Quiet. The worst possible thing for Jack to be. "I'm going up" he said, and it wasn't a question, but Jerry answered anyway.

"Give him some time first".

Bobby scoffed. "He dosen't need time, he needs..." he trailed off, what exactly did Jack need? A shrink? Pills? Any of those things had never worked before and they sure as hell wouldn't now. Jack needed his brothers, it was that simple.

"Just give him some time, he'll come down when he's ready".

Bobby leaned back again. He didn't like it but maybe Jerry was right. He'd come down in awhile and then they could talk, and he'd listen and he'd tell him that he'd kill anyone who'd said something stupid, he just had to point them out and he'd take care of it. Everything was gonna be fine, he'd make sure of it.

Two hours went by while Bobby waited. Angel said he'd make dinner, and the horrified looks on the others pissed him off and so he'd spent the last 30 minutes in the kitchen, slamming plates and just about everything else that could be moved. Bobby gritted his teeth as another glas met it's fate in the sink, followed by a curse from Angel. "For fuck's sake Angel".

"Shut up" He snapped back.

Bobby shook his head. "Whatever. Just thought it would be fun if we had anything to eat on, assuming something will be edible of course".

Sofi threw her hair over her shoulder and stuck her nose in the air. "Angel is good at everything he does Bobby".

"Well I really didn't need to know that" Jerry muttered. "Where the hell is Jack?" He continued, the desperation starting to make itself known in his voice.

Bobby leveled him with a serious look. "Get him".

Jerry nodded and stood up just as Jack appaered on the stairs. "Jack, thank god".

"What's wrong?" He asked as he walked down.

"Angel is making dinner" Bobby announced in a grave voice.

Jack rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen, two sighs of relief following him. He heard Jerry murmur to Bobby "Don't worry, Jack will take care of it now". He took in what used to be the kitchen and the brother standing in the middle of it, a sullen look on his face and something black and burnt in a pan on the stove. "Need some help?" He raised an eyebrow at Angel in question, and was mildly surprised when he slapped his arms around him in a crushing hug.

"Don't ever leave the kitchen again".

"That'll be hard" Jack smiled a little and patted his back.

"You know what I mean"

"I know I know" He extracted himself from his brothers hug to place the now ruined pan in the sink. "What is it anyway? Or what was it supposed to be?" he corrected himself.

"Soup"

Jack lifted his eyebrows and chuckled. "Wow. Never would have guessed".

Angel's cooking, Jack's moody, Bobby's... Bobby and Jerry is some kind of happy at least. Hope you liked it, I felt good writing it at least lol.