Cracker Jack

Authors Note: Sorry about the wait, I've been really busy lately with things that aren't really that important. Anyways, I hope you are all still interested, let me know. And on a side note, for you movie fans, the Four Brothers DVD will be released on Tuesday, December 20th of this year (just in time for Christmas). Once again, enjoy.

Chapter Six

When Evelyn awoke the next morning, it took a moment to realize that she had not been kidnapped, but instead spent the night in the Mercer home. Her car had been stolen, she still had to do something about that, and Bobby had driven her there.

She was finally able to see Jack's room in the gray sunlight. Sitting up at nearly seven in the morning, she studied the pale blue walls surrounding her. Random posters and picture of The Rolling Stones and various hockey players, it was kind of charming. Typical, for a teenager, seeing as the court papers had claimed that he stopped living in the house at the age of eighteen. The minor of fact of sitting in his room kept Evelyn's mind focused on the fact that Jack Mercer could not be punished for what he had done.

Quietly opening the bedroom door, Evelyn snaked her head around to see that the door to the room Bobby had been sleeping in was closed. Yet, she heard some fumbling downstairs in the kitchen.

Following the hallway at the bottom of the staircase, she stood in the doorway to the kitchen, to see Sophie sitting at the table, a cup of tea in front of her. She looked up, immediately snarling at her.

" Was Bobby's bed comfortable?" she asked coldly.

Evelyn tugged at the neck of her sweater, " I, don't know, I slept in Jack's room".

She continued bobbing a tea bag around the rim of her mug, " would you like some?".

" Sure" Evelyn took it as an offer to sit down, across from Sophie, who poured hot water out of the kettle and into a matching mug, sliding it in front of the guest. She did not produce a tea bag. Evelyn glared that the mug, knowing there would not be any tea, but also comprehending that she did not want to start an unnecessary brawl with a woman she did not know. " Thank you" and she took a sip.

Sophie began cracking her knuckles in what could have been a threatening manner. " So, you think you could make us talk to you about Jack since you obviously couldn't beat it out of him?".

Evelyn felt a lump forming in her throat, " no, someone stole my car at the hospital last night, it was late, so Bobby just offered that I stay here".

" This is Detroit. You can't fix stolen cars, and you can't fix people like Jack".

She bit her lip, " I can't help but disagree".

" Why were you at the hospital last night?".

" I was worried about him" she began to feel a bit more daring against this woman, " why does it matter to you? You don't have a relation to him".

Sophie smirked, or at least that was how it looked, " more than what most people suspect, and certainly more than any you have with him".

Evelyn was intrigued, " do you consider Jack more than your boyfriends brother?".

" Jack and I get along just fine, as a matter of fact, we have a relationship that is stronger than the one I have with my boyfriend".

" Oh really".

" That's right, we have one or two things in common, I'm sure you understand" she noticed a certain are of her body that Sophie was gesturing. It was visible from over the tabletop.

Evelyn felt the hairs on the back of her neck curling, " excuse me for a minute, where's the bathroom?".

" Upstairs".

She nearly flipped out of her chair and quickly paced back towards the stairs. This wasn't about her bladder. Bobby was stepping off her landing, perfect, she didn't have a flight of stairs to run in order to get to him.

" Morning" he smirked, his hair horribly out of place.

Screw the morning. " Look, Bobby" she began frantically, and quietly so Sophie wouldn't overhear, " I know it's none of my business, but, considering all that's going on aside from the coma, I don't think the responsibilities of being a father are what Jack needs right now".

Bobby mocked an eyebrow, she had to be crazy or something, " I couldn't agree more. Trust me, he took sex-ed, twice, he's good to go".

" Then why were Sophie and him trying to have a baby? Was this going on before he shot…".

His expression suddenly soured, " wait, wait, wait" his voice was getting louder, " who said Sophie and Jack were having a baby!".

" Sophie" her voice squeaked.

Bobby brushed past her, storming into the kitchen where Sophie was already on her feet. " You bitch, you snaking little bitch!" by now, he was yelling. " So that's why you did it, drunk my fucking ass! What are you trying to pull!".

" Cool your jets Bobby" she snapped, " I don't even know if I'm pregnant yet or not".

He extended his arms in a sarcastic fashion, " oh! Well in that case…" he paused, his anger cooling, yet becoming deeper, " why would you do this to him?".

Sophie shrugged, " I thought maybe a baby would bring Angel back home".

" Not a baby that's not his! And the fact that he's going to be the uncle and not the father is going to effect things just…a little…bit".

Evelyn carefully watched Bobby from the corner of her eye, afraid to look directly at him, even though she was not a suspect in this situation. He was tugging at his hair, pacing around in circles within the small kitchen. He seemed to be easing a bit.

Sophie remained motionless, like Evelyn, she was waiting to see what he was to say next.

" Okay" he said calmly, " I never liked you staying here in the first place, and all this just reminded me of that. You can stay here" his voice was beginning a threatening tone," until you find out whether or not you're actually pregnant. If you aren't, you better get the hell out, and I seriously have my doubts about Angel defending you on that one. And if you are pregnant, well, you're going to regret the day you ever touched Jack Mercer. And that, is a promise".

Authors Note- I honestly didn't know how to end this chapter, I'll work on that…