Author: veiledndarkness
Title: Observations
Prompt #: #2 - Middles
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: suggested Bobby/Jack
Summary: A warning cry can become an observation to those who listen.
Warnings: angst here..
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In the middle of the fight brewing between Jerry, with Angel and Bobby against him, Jack could have sworn he heard a faint cry of alarm. He looked around carefully, so sure that he had heard the sound of someone in distress. As he started to think that he must have imagined it, it was then that he heard the doorbell go off. He ignored the now louder cry ringing in his ears as his anger at the young thug walking away from him began to rise.
In the middle of the accusations, Bobby suddenly looked up, acutely aware that Jack was no longer in the house. He called his name, fear spiking through him as he caught a glimpse of Jack through the window. He grabbed the nearest gun to him and ran. He saw, almost in slow motion, the bullets begin to hit Jack. His mind screamed in denial even as he cocked his gun.
In the middle of the hail of bullets that flew back and forth between the men, Bobby wanted to gag as he listened to the helpless screams from Jack. Through a fog of fear, anger and pure rage, Bobby and Angel took down the remaining shooters. Bobby, oblivious to the fact that he had almost been run down, ran to Jack, the sight of so much blood raised his fear to new levels.
In the middle of his pleas, his furious whispers, his hands coated in blood, the tears that Bobby blinked away no longer mattered when he saw the light fade from Jack's eyes. A cold, emotionless fury settled over Bobby when the heart that had been beating under his hands stopped. He stood up, clutching his gun and put a bullet in the last of the shooters, the driver of the van.
In the middle of the funeral, in a church that Bobby was sure that Jack would have hated, Bobby wanted to scream. He felt what precious control over his emotions that he still had left slipping while he listened to the minister, who had not known Jack, talk on and on about looking to the memories and how Jack was never truly gone as long as his loved ones remembered him.
In the middle of the graveyard, long after everyone else had left, Bobby stood alone in front of Jack's simple headstone. He had shaken off his brothers' attempts to lead him out of the cemetery and come back to the house. Jack had been buried beside Evelyn. Bobby stood at the side of the grave, one hand on the headstone. He lowered his head slightly, letting his near silent tears fall onto the partially frozen ground below him.
In the middle of his tears, his pain and virtually unbearable guilt, he heard a faint cry, one that sounded like a sigh on the wind. He shook his head and looked over to the mother's grave. "I'm sorry Ma," he whispered. "Watch him for me."
In the middle of the night, after seeing a vision of his mother, Bobby waited patiently for one of Jack. When his body gave out on him and he finally fell asleep, Jack stood at the foot of his bed. He watched over Bobby as he slept, with a sad smile on his face.