A/N: I'm pretty sure, I had written this fic, back in 2012. I'm not sure exactly why I waited this long to post it. I guess I completely forgot about it. So, in this fic, Jack is probably about seven or eight years old. Anyway… here it is. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: Aaron and Jack Hotchner… nope, not mine. Any character that you do not recognize in this fic… yep, they belong to me.

Jack Hotchner couldn't quite figure out why his father, Aaron was so distraught over the bruised and bloodied little boy, who looked about Jack's age, lay motionless in their front yard. After all, they didn't know the little boy, at least Jack didn't know him. The only thing that seemed familiar about the boy, was the black braided bracelet with silver wolf charms, but Jack wasn't exactly sure, where he had seen it, before.

Aaron and Jack had moved into their new home, less than a month ago. And already, something terrible had happened. Aaron was sitting on his knees, sobbing, while he talked to the 9-1-1 operator. Jack, who was sitting in the same position, sat across from his dad. He was too busy trying to figure out who the unconscious boy was, to hear exactly what his dad was saying to the 9-1-1 operator. The little boy was still alive, because Jack could see his chest slowly rise and then fall. Maybe if his face wasn't so bruised or bloodied, then maybe Jack might know who he was.

"Daddy, what happened to him? Who is he? How do you know him," Jack asked, after Aaron was done talking to the 9-1-1 operator. But Aaron ignored him.

"It's going to be okay, buddy. Just hang in there. An ambulance is on the way," Aaron scooped the little boy up in his arms and sobbed. "Just hang on, please. Help will be here, soon."

"Wait… Dad only calls me that. Why is he calling this kid 'buddy'? And why is he ignoring me," Jack thought to himself.

Nearly five minutes later, an ambulance arrived. Jack watched as the paramedics placed the boy onto a stretcher and loaded him into the back of the ambulance. Aaron then climbed into the back of the ambulance and Jack followed behind him. A paramedic was also riding in the back of the ambulance, trying to keep the boy stabilized, as they rode to the nearest hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Jack took the boy's hand into his own and said, "I don't know who you are, but I think my dad knows you. And he wants you to stay alive. So, don't die, okay?"

It only took a matter of minutes to get to the hospital. While in the waiting area, Aaron sat in a chair with his head in his hands. Jack sat on the floor, fixing a jigsaw puzzle.

"Hey dad, can you help me with this jigsaw puzzle? Dad," Jack waited for his father to respond, but when he got no answer, he just shrugged his shoulders and continued on with the puzzle, by himself.

"He must be really worried about that boy," Jack thought to himself.

Sometime later, a doctor walked into the waiting area. Aaron rose from his chair and Jack stood next to him.

"Mr. Hotchner," the doctor began. "we did everything we could to save your son, but there was too much blood loss. I'm very sorry."

"Wait, did the doctor just say son? That boy was my brother? Why didn't I know about him, until today? Why did dad never tell me about him," Jack wondered, as he watched his dad fall to his knees and sob.

Jack placed a comforting hand on Aaron's shoulder, and when he did, something caught his eye. On his wrist, he was wearing a black braided bracelet with silver wolf charms. Suddenly, his mind flashed back to earlier that Saturday afternoon.

"Hey dad, can I have some money for an ice cream, please," Jack walked in his father's home office, where Aaron was sitting at his desk. "I can hear the ice cream truck."

"Sure, buddy. There's a couple of dollars on the night stand, in my bedroom," Aaron said.

"Thanks dad."

"You're welcome, buddy."

Jack had purchased a chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream cone, and sat on the porch steps of his home. After finishing his ice cream cone, Jack decided to kick his soccer ball around the yard, some more. It was what he was doing, before he heard the ice cream truck. He kicked the soccer ball everywhere in the big spacious yard. And then it rolled out into the street, stopping at the feet of a teenage girl of about thirteen years old. The girl had long, straight black hair, very dark blue eyes, pale skin and a very blank, but evil expression on her face. Her lips were coated in a dark purple lipstick. Her dark blue eyes were fixated on Jack.

Jack stared at her and nervously asked, "Um… Can you please kick that soccer ball back over here?" He had never seen her before and had a bad feeling about her. Something wasn't right about her.

The girl was dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans, black biker boots, and black tee shirt. The only think that wasn't black, was silver brass knuckles, on her left hand.

She continued to stare at Jack. And stare and stare, until she charged towards Jack, at full speed. The look of evil still pasted on her face.

Jack was scared and confused. He wanted to run and hide, but he just stood there. He legs wouldn't let him move. It was as if they were planted firmly into the ground.

Now standing just inches away from Jack, the girl clenched her left hand into a fist and swung at Jack, hitting him right on the nose.

"Ow," Jack fell to the ground, holding his now bloodied nose. Why did you do that?"

"Because I felt like it," the girl smirked. "Now get up and fight back."

"No," Jack shouted. He rose to his feet and began running away from the girl, but he just wasn't fast enough. She grabbed him from behind, by the shoulders and slammed him to the ground.

"What's the matter, loser? Afraid to fight a girl," she taunted him, as she stomped on his abdomen, causing him to cry out in pain.

"STOP! PLEASE JUST STOP," Jack tried to crawl away.

"GET BACK HERE! I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD LEAVE," she grabbed his ankles and dragged him back towards her, flipping him back onto his back.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT," Jack cried out.

"I WANT YOU TO FIGHT BACK," she punched him in the face.

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT BACK! PLEASE JUST STOP!"

Ignoring his pleas, the girl kept hitting him. Jack was going in and out of consciousness.

"HEY," Aaron who had heard the screams from inside the house, was now running towards the girl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

The girl immediately stopped hitting Jack. She then stood up and ran. Aaron ran after her, but was unable to catch her. He ran back to his front yard, and that's when he saw how badly injured his son was.

Jack's mind snapped back into reality. His eyes were still fixated on his bracelet. "It's me. I'm the dead kid. I remember everything, now," he whispered.

Aaron sat there on his knees, sobbing for the loss of his only son. Though, he knew he couldn't hear him, Jack kept his hand on his father's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry dad. I just wasn't strong enough to survive."

The end.

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