I just have a loooot of feelings about the way things happened in the movie Four Brothers.. And there are very few Jack x Oc stories on here.. This one is weird in that it's not JUST a Jack x OC fic right now.. It's brothers x Jack and Jack x Oc and yes, it's kind of angsty and morbid and not pretty at all... But if people want to see more, I'm sort of writing a follow up chapter now, possibly?
I tried getting everyone as IC as I could. Sorry if I failed miserably. If you want this to keep going, let me know.. Otherwise, it's just a really morbid cliffhanger.. But either way, I got out all my feels ( and yes, my love for Garrett Hedlund / wishing I could've inserted myself into that movie in quite a few different places just for the guy) and it's out there..
Sofi found Angel, hugging him. She'd been crying too and she knew how upset her lovers brothers were. She nodded in the direction of a lingering awkwardly Chloe and whispered quietly, "I think she needs to see someone while we're here. Hasn't said a word for almost 3 hours. She started to fall asleep, woke herself up screaming."
Angel's eyes fixed on the blonde and he nodded to his brother Bobby. Bobby walked over and asked Chloe quietly, "You gonna be okay?"
"I'm.. Look, I'm trying okay? I just watched the man I've always loved get shot? I've never… I haven't seen anyone be shot before… the fact that it as Jack only makes it twice as bad." as she hugged herself a little. Bobby pulled the girl into a hug because really, growing up, Chloe had been an unofficial 'sister' to the Mercer boys.. The annoying baby sister, he mused to himself.. But she'd always been closer to Jack.
So she was taking this just as hard as the rest of them were. "You okay, Chloe?" Bobby asked, looking into dazed brown eyes with concern. Chloe managed to nod and then said quietly, "I just keep seeing it. Every single time I close my eyes. I'm not… Too late, am I?" as she stiffened all over, waiting for the answer she dreaded hearing. Bobby explained the situation to her, Jeremiah butting in to add, "Knowing Jack, he'll wake up when he's ready."
"I hope so.. I just… I wish I'd said everything I did sooner.. Maybe that night after the funeral when we were standing outside smoking. I was close then.. Just chickened out." Chloe admitted, Angel giving a nod and then saying with a smirk, "You know he probably heard it all. Probably gonna want to have a real long talk with you when he's awake and copacetic again." as Chloe bit her lower lip.
She hadn't thought about it, really, the impact of what she admitted when she thought that was it, she'd never be able to tell him again. So knowing now that he might very well live, that he could wake up at any moment, well…
She now had to worry about whether her admitting her true and hidden feelings were going to make things awkward, ruin a lifelong friendship.. Or whether things would get infinitely better for both of them.
She went silent, mostly praying that he'd wake up, that he'd be okay, that he'd come back to her… And in the little dimly lit room just up the hallway from where the group of six sat in the waiting room, Jack was wandering around in his own mind, reliving old memories, trying to pull himself out of his own head, trying to wake up and come back.
He pushed open one of the 'doors' and he stood there, watching quietly.. This wasn't a memory.. He was there, he looked older somehow… He was tickling a little boy with bright blonde hair that stuck up all over until the little boy couldn't stop laughing. Bobby walked in, tossing him a beer, flopping onto the couch, turning on the television set.. When Jack focused harder, he realized that the living room he was in with the little boy was the living room of the house next door.. The house Chloe lived in.
A little girl ran in, diving into the space between Bobby and Jack and the little boy. "Daddy! Daddy! I gonna be a fairy in our play." which made Bobby chuckle, look at Jack and Jack watched all this transpiring as 'he' told the little girl, "A fairy, huh?" as he pulled the little girl into his lap with the little boy.
Some kind of music was playing in the kitchen and Bobby called out, "What's cookin good in there, sis?" as Jack gave his brother a look and Chloe came to the doorway, leaned in it, still wearing the outfit she wore to teach dance classes after her kindergarten classes at the local elementary finished for the day. She shot Bobby a playful glare and then told Jack, "Baby? Can you come in the kitchen reallll quick?"
"Bet you twenty dollars, Jacky… She's knocked up again."
"Hey, asshole! That is my wife." Jack joked, going red in the face as Bobby shrugged and called out with a rowdy laugh, "And the whole damn street knows it, Jacky.."
Jack shut the door, a little shocked, a happy grin on his face and a mind full of questions.. Almost on cue, he heard his mother's voice again.. "That may or may not happen, Jack.. Nothing in life is definite.. But I know how much you two always cared about each other.. And if you stick around… Somebody's gotta take care of my Bobby too… you boys can take care of each other… Like you're supposed to."
"Mom, I… I'm just so tired. I'm alone and nothin in my career has gone how I wanted… That girl I was dating, Kara, she walked out when the record label dropped our band.." Jack was finally letting it all go, finally telling his mother what had been eating at him since just before he got the call from Bobby and had to rush back to Michigan.
"I know, sweetheart.. But maybe things had to fall apart.. So they could come together, hmm?" Evelyn's form appeared, she hugged her son again and then she was gone.. Again.. Jack wiped at his eyes and the 'room' his mind had him trapped in for the duration went dark.
"She said that whole thing I saw might happen.. She didn't say it would…" Jack's internal musings were cut into when he thought back to his being shot, Chloe saying everything she had to him… How it ate at him that he might not be able to say it back.. How he might not ever get a chance to know what could be.
"Now if I could just wake up, damn it…"
