Thanks for all the reviews! I love hearing what you think of my fic. My plan is basically this is like part one of three. Part one is all about Jack living with his family, part two is when he moves to New York to pursue his dream of being a rockstar and part three will follow the movie. That's the idea anyway. Please keep letting me know what you think. Enjoy!

Chapter Two – Sightseeing

Jack opened his eyes slowly and yawned. He had had the best sleep of his life last night. He stretched his legs and wiggled his toes under the covers. Last night had been crazy, but it seemed his life had just taken a 180 degree spin, because things were looking up. He remembered Bobby carrying him up the stairs – normally he would have been mortified, but it just felt…..right. It felt like Bobby should be the one looking out for him, making sure he felt safe. What was it that Robert had said? He would have brothers? Yeah, Bobby felt like an older brother. He smiled slightly, picturing Evelyn Mercer. She had been so kind and gentle last night that he couldn't even imagine feeling threatened in her presence. She seemed like the sweetest woman in the world and now he was living with this family. He was a part of it. He grinned despite part of his brain protesting not to get too involved or hopeful. Usually when things started looking up for Jack, something happened to make it all come crashing down.

"Jack, you awake?" Evelyn popped her head in the door, knocking slightly. "Hello there, Mr. You want some breakfast?"

He smiled and nodded. Pulling back the covers he pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"About last night…" He started, but was stopped by a hand. The lady smiled.

"You don't need to explain. Let's just start over. I want you to be part of this family, Jack. Now, how do you like your eggs? Sunny side up?"

He grinned again and walked towards her.

"Sunny side up." He told her. She turned to go away, but he reached out to her arm. "Can I have toast with it? You know when you cut them up like…"

"Soldiers?" She laughed. "Of course. You know, Bobby still has to have his cut up like that. Come on, I'm starving."

He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and heaving his sweats further up his waist. His bare feet smacked off the linoleum. He noticed three other bodies hunched over the table, talking amongst themselves.

"Ok, boys. I'd like you to meet Jack."

They all sat up and eyed the teenager. Jack felt suddenly nervous as Bobby wiped his mouth with a napkin and Angel removed an earplug from his ear.

"Well, go on. Don't be rude. Introduce yourselves." Evelyn shook her head and made a start on the eggs.

"How you feeling, little fairy?" Bobby asked, standing up. Jack cringed at the name.

"I'm fine." He blushed, embarrassed about last night. He recognised one of the men from last night, but the other he had never seen before.

"Hey, I'm Angel." The nineteen year old grabbed Jack's hand and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Come on, Angel. He's just a skinny kid, you want to squash him?"

Angel laughed while Jack grinned and pushed Bobby backwards.

"That all you got?" He pushed against Angel. "Hold me back, man."

Jack giggled and turned to face the man he didn't know.

"Hey. I'm Jeremiah, but call me Jerry." He held out his hand, which Jack shook. "Just ignore Bobby."

Bobby rolled his eyes and took his seat again.

"Here you go." Evelyn slid two perfectly fried eggs on to Jack's plate a few minutes later. He grabbed the ketchup and covered them in sauce, licking his lips. It had been so long since he had even had toast and eggs. He dipped his 'soldier' into the yoke and watched it ooze out over the plate and then hungrily popped it in his mouth.

"Nothing like Ma's eggs in the morning." Angel stated, tucking into his own breakfast.

"Bobby's just visiting. He lives out of town." Evelyn explained, sitting down with her own plateful of eggs. "He plays professional hockey you know?"

"Really?" Jack asked, his eyes wide in admiration.

Jerry shook his head. "Come on, mom. Don't let Jack idolise Bobby. He's a bad influence."

"Says who?" Bobby smirked. "I'm here for six weeks and then I have to leave for a month, but then I'll be back home for while."

"Wow." Jack gushed, swallowing his toast.

"And Jerry just came round this morning to meet you. He lives with his girlfriend and their daughter."

"We're expecting a second child too." Jerry proudly announced.

"How about after breakfast we'll show you around?" Angel suggested.

"Sure." Jack nodded and gulped down some orange juice. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You have a napkin, Jackie. Use that." Evelyn scolded, but smiled. He looked up at the woman. Usually he would give his foster parent the finger or ignore them completely, but something deep inside him wanted to please her and make her proud of him, so he picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth without a protest or hesitation. Things had definitely changed in the last twenty four hours.

After breakfast Jack made his way to his room and pulled off his t-shirt. He opened his bag and found a red hoody. He pulled it over his head and grabbed some wax. Tilting up the mirror on his desk, he racked some of the product through his hair, spiking it out. Then he kicked off his sweats, changed to a clean pair of boxers and his jeans. He grabbed his toothbrush and scrubbed his teeth in the bathroom. At last he was ready. He went back to his room and sat down on the bed and for the first time he noticed the present and card sitting on the bedside table. He wasn't sure if it was for him, but the name on the card dismissed that thought. He slid his finger under the groove in the envelope and ripped it open.

It was a 'welcome home' card and he smiled widely. He had never received a card from any family before, let alone a card and a present. The card was cream with gold writing on the front and had a picture of a house. He opened it and read its content.

'To Jack,

Welcome to our home. I hope you'll be happy here. We are all excited to meet you and we can't wait for you to be apart of our family.

Love from,

Evelyn, Bobby, Angel, Jerry.'

Oh God, he could feel tears behind his eyes. What had happened for him to be placed with such an amazing family? Was it luck? Destiny? Whatever, Jack had never felt so happy. He thought his face would crack from his smile and his heart would burst through his chest. Thank you, he silently repeated in his head. Thank you for this home.

He snatched the present and opened it eagerly. Inside was a key, he assumed would be for the house and attached was a little key ring with a picture of his family. He clutched it to his chest and closed his eyes. This couldn't be real. There was also a mobile phone. This was so surreal. He suddenly became frightened that it was a dream. He couldn't imagine waking up to his dark, cruel life after knowing this depth of happiness and security. He pocketed his phone and twirled the keys round his finger.

"We're leaving!" A voice yelled from downstairs. This was it. He was really going outside with his new family. His new brothers. He had never felt so excited. He dashed from the room and jogged down the stairs, landing at Bobby's feet.

"What kept you?" He growled. Jack looked taken back at Bobby's attitude, but then he realised that even though Bobby came across as this bad ass, moody guy, Jack had witnessed his softer side last night and no amount of name calling or insults could make him forget Bobby's sensitive side. He grinned and looked him square in the eye.

"Fuck you." He said quietly so as Evelyn didn't hear. Bobby raised an eyebrow and hit him over the head.

"Get in the car, fairy. Come on girls." He called to Angel and Jerry.

Bobby and Jerry took the front seats and Angel and Jack sat in the back.

"Where we going?" Angel asked, smacking loudly on a piece of gum.

"Hey Angel, do you have to make so much damn noise?" Jerry grilled, turning round in his chair. Angel emphasised his chew and smacked even louder on the gum. Jack hummed a song softly and followed the raindrops down the window with his finger.

"We're going to show Jack here, the sights of Detroit." Bobby explained, speeding round a corner.

"Which would be?" Angel prodded.

"The park for starters. I have a little business that needs to be taken care of there."

Jerry groaned and wrapped his coat around his body tighter.

"Not a good idea, Bobby."

"Never said it was, Jer."

The four brothers drove in silence, except for Jack's humming, for fifteen minutes. Jack watched the houses fly past him and he blinked his big green eyes at the people carrying out their daily tasks. Suddenly the car stopped and he went tumbling into the driver's seat.

"Hey! You need to start wearing a seatbelt." Jerry scolded as Jack rubbed the side of his face.

"Yes, mom." The teenager muttered and Bobby laughed.

The four climbed out of the car which was parked outside some trees.

"This is the park?" Jack asked, jogging slightly to keep up with the fast pace of his three friends.

"Yeah and I need to go talk to some people." Bobby told him, maintaining his serious, determined look.

"People?" Jeremiah interrogated. "Oh man, Bobby. So, I'm guessing Angel and me are part of this talk?"

Bobby shrugged quickly and straightened his jacket, yanking it down from his chest. Angel clapped his hands together and smiled.

"Preston?" He enquired, his dog tags swaying round his neck.

"Preston and some friends." Bobby replied. "Come on, let's hurry it up, ladies."

Jack wasn't sure what or who they were talking about, but he could sense the adrenaline, the atmosphere before a fight. His own heart started buzzing in excitement. He cracked his knuckles and fished out a cigarette, stalling as he lit it. They all walked a little further, down a grassy slope and over a path coated in muddy, wet leaves. At last, about a hundred feet in front of them were a crowd of four guys. They were dripping in gold jewellery and three of them had on bandanas.

"Shit, it's the Mercer boys, Jon." One of them said, as they approached.

Jon Preston turned around and his rough laugh was abruptly coughed out as his eyes were pinned in Bobby's deadly lock.

"Boys. What can I do for you?" Jon asked, grinning and stretching out his arms. The three other men flanked him.

"You've done enough, Preston. Pissed off the wrong people this time." Bobby stated and marched forward.

Jon laughed, feeling at ease as he realised they had them outnumbered. Four men against three men and a kid?

"Who's this? Your little fuck monkey?"

Jack growled and threw down his cigarette.

The men laughed. "Oh, that's cute. You should keep him on a leash though, Bobby."

Jack stepped forward, but Bobby grabbed his hood and hauled him back. Then in the blink of an eye he had swung out a well aimed fist and smashed it into Jon's nose. The man roared and doubled over. Then, Angel and Jerry dived forward swinging fists and kicking legs. Bobby continued to land punches on Jon, cursing and grunting as he attacked the man over and over. Preston fell to the cold, damp ground and Bobby spun around to help Angel, who was fighting off two men. Bobby yanked one of the men off his little brother's back and tossed him to the ground, kicking him mercilessly in the ribs. The man at his feet hollered in pain.

Meanwhile, Jack sprung into action and darted over to where the last man had Jerry in a headlock. Jack jumped on his back and grabbed at his hair. Yelping in pain, he released Jerry and scrabbled to grab the teenager off his back. Succeeding in this quickly, Jack found himself cut off of breath as the man gripped round his neck, dangling him in front of him. Jerry tackled the man to the ground with a cry and the teenager went sprawling onto the mud. His pelvis bone smacked off the ground painfully and he groaned, biting his lip.

Angel kicked out his guy's legs and he landed on his head on the ground below, out cold. Bobby's guy had long since past out from being nearly strangled to death and Jerry booted his guy's head, knocking him unconscious. Angel pulled Jack to his feet as Bobby made his way over to Jon. He opened his jacket and removed a small pen knife.

"Come on, man. Give me a break." Preston tried, desperate. Bobby opened the knife and grabbed the man by the collar. He held the knife against Preston's cheek. The tip of the blade sunk into the dark skin.

"Jon, meet my baby brother, Jack." Jon's wide eyes turned to regard the fifteen year old. "Now, what was it you said he was? Fuck monkey?"

"You know, I was kidding, right?"

Bobby turned to Jack. "You find it funny, Jackie?"

Jack smirked and flicked his newly lit cigarette. He stepped towards the man and said quietly. "No, I didn't." Then he stabbed the cigarette into the man's forehead.

Angel and Jerry shared a look. Bobby seemed a little shocked at first, but regained his posture and tightened his grip on the man, who was now lashing out in complete, blinding pain.

"Don't fuck with me, Preston. Next time you won't get off so easily." And with that, Bobby threw him to the ground, a look of disgust planted on his face as the man stumbled to his feet. He clutched his head as Jack and the others walked back towards the car. Jerry was worried at the cloud of hatred and coldness that had descended over Jack's eyes when he had burned Preston. It seemed so strange that a boy so young could be capable of looking so emotionless and so detached from remorse. He looked to his new brother, but Jack's face was filled with excitement once more as Bobby informed them all that he was taking them to play hockey. It seemed so bizarre that someone could go from being so robotic to an elated teenager in a matter of seconds. Jerry grew more concerned at just how fucked up Jack's mind really was. It scared him to know that Jack could change his character so quickly and it scared him even more to imagine the things that must have happened to the kid to split his personality so dramatically.