A/N: Sorry guys for taking so long to post this chapter. Just trying to figure out how to write this chapter and what happens took me awhile. Anyways I wanted to name this chapter Cigarette, after Splender's song Cigarette. But the song didn't really go with the chapter so I'll save it for another time.

And if anyone has Cigarette on their comp could you send it to me via email? It's not on my comp anymore and frostwire isn't finding it. And if you guys haven't heard it before, find it and listen to it, it's a good song.

Disclaimer: I don't own Four Brothers, Sid Vicious, AFI's music, or the Mercers. But I do own my main character girl person, druggie/bassist-Seth, and my brotherman Wednesday.

(chapter title from the band Sick Puppies )

BTW: If you have the song All The Same, listen to it while you read, it's good. V

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All The Same

Hearing the door close behind him he looked right seeing only an over flowing dumpster, trash littering the cracked pavement, and a few junky cars parked together. Looking to the left under one of the street lights she was there. Leaning against the old brick wall with a foot propped up behind her, she was lighting a cigarette. The rain stopped not too long ago leaving the asphalt pitch black save for the puddles glinting from the light. Her hands moved fluidly when flipping the lighter open and closed enticing him like a pyro to a matchstick.

Her eyes closed as she took a drag of her cancer stick. Blowing the smoke away she looked up at the night sky and examined the full moon and shinning stars. The street light was shinning on her as if she were an ethereal statue in an empty museum. She pulled her black leather trench closer to her for warmth, grateful for the purple fur on the inside sticking out of the neck of the coat. Jack pondered as to what to do next while breathing warm air onto his hands.

Coffee…ask her out to coffee, its' cold out and she must be tired from the show. I have an hour till I have to go on stage, so there's time. I'll invite her to watch our show too. And maybe we can hang after or something. Fuck its' cold.

Walking up to her and parking himself to her side a good foot of personal space to her name he pulled a cig out placed it between his lips. There was a lighter already out lighting his cig before he could search his empty jacket pockets for one.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"Ugh, sorry bout my guitarist. I think he had too much to drink or something. He's not usually like that. Anyways, my name's Jack." He said knowing his band mate really did deserve a good shiner or two.

"Don't worry bout it Jack. I don't think he'll be grabbing my ass again anytime soon."

"Ha, yeah. So where are your band mates? If you haven't noticed this is New York, not really safe being alone here at night."

Smiling at him she answered, "They took the van and went back to our place and I felt like walking back. I can take care of myself too, thank you very much."

"Heh, wasn't talking about you. I'm beautiful young man, I'm bound to get kidnapped on a night like this by myself."

Slanting his head with a crooked grin he looked at her.

Cocking a brow with a smile she asked, "What are you getting at? You need a babysitter or something? And don't you have a show to do? You're not ditching your mates are ya?" Magically pulling a cig out of nowhere she used her almost dead cig to light the new one then flicked the butt out into the lot.

"Well since I have about a good hour or so till spotlight I figured I'd go get some coffee to hype me up a little. And since you're conveniently out here freezing as well I thought you might want to get some with me. Plus there just happens to be a shop on the corner."

Smirking at him she said, "Alright I'll escort you to the coffee shop, but you buy. I need all the cash I got for where I'm going." Smiling, Jack kicked off the wall and started walking side by side with Michelle. Curious Jack looked at her.

"So where are you going, sounds important."

Should I tell him…? I don't tell anyone anything about myself cept Bambi and Sid. Then again I never really have anyone else to talk to. He seems nice but that's how it always starts, they're nice to ya, they get into your head, fuck with you and then leave. And I thought I wasn't interested…fuck.

"Michigan, but I'm not staying there long. Just have to take care of family business and then get on with my life." Jack saw her face darken. Wanting to change the subject and her mood Jack tried to think of something till the coffee shop came into view.

Opening the door for her he grinned and bowed deeply like a door man hoping to gain even just a small smile from her.

Doing just that, she curtsied with her puffy short black skirt.

There were few people in the rock café but it was open 24 hours and always welcomed misfits like themselves. There was dim lighting and the Cure playing softly from the speakers that were sitting on selves in four corners of the small coffee parlor.

They both walked to the piercing ridden cashier and ordered their sources of warmth, Michelle getting a chai latte and Jack getting black Columbian. Jack payed the man then proceeded to dump as much sugar he could from their packets into his coffee to the point where any normal person would puke from sugar overload at the sugar/honey packet and milk counter.

Michelle nodding her head and smiling at his sugar raid understanding that he needs as much energy he can get before the show. Being a front man, and lead singer you have to have as much caffeine as possible. Not to mention it was past midnight. "Bambi does the same thing before shows. Actually, he does the same thing all the time. Not sure if that has ever been a good thing. But it really is funny watching him run into walls."

And then she laughed. It was a nice soothing sound and somewhat infectious laugh. Not quite a giggle but more than a chuckle. He liked it. But somehow it reminded him of someone. It was almost an echo of someone else's laugh.

Both enjoying their choice of beverage, they sat at one of the small two-seater tables near the windows. Looking outside at the few cars driving by Jack smiled at the thought of home.

"So… Michigan, huh? You're not going to believe this but that's actually where I'm from…"

Surprised, she looked at him.

"Which one are you going to, top or bottom?"

"Bottom…"

"Not Detroit is it?" he said looking at her. Shocked she nodded her head yes.

"You've got to be fucking with me. Rock city? Fuck, that's my home town."

Jack sort of laughed at the coincidence. And she sort of froze at it. Done with her coffee she got up and threw it in a trash can and walked out the door back to the bar with Jack following. Finding her pack she offered Jack a lucky strike. Liking her taste, and the fact that they were unfiltered he took one and she lit them both up.

Noticing her change in emotions he decided to change the subject again somehow figuring that going to Detroit wasn't something to be happy about but rather something she had to do. Like when Jerry went looking for his real parents. He wasn't doing it to find out why he was given up. He did it to tell them he had a good life. To get closure. But why is this making him think of Jerry's closure? It's not like Michelle was adopted. She had a family in Detroit and she was just doing whatever she had to do, that's all.

Not everyone has a fucked up life like mine. I have got to stop looking for someone like me. I have a family, and they're all I need.

"Something on your mind, too?" she asked while crossing the street.

"Ugh, just thinking about my family back in Detroit. I miss them. But it's my fault really for not visiting as often as I should. What about you? Miss your family too?"

Both reaching the parking lot almost to the bar she ashed her cig and took a long drag.

Do I miss him? No. He and Bambi are the only people I ever considered family. I haven't seen Bobby since he left me in that shit hole. And since I first met Bambi we've never spent a day apart, and now I have to leave him even if it's not for long. My shitty past was all because of that bastard…and I'm going to let him know just what I went through...

"He's no family of mine. Not anymore…"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's ok Jack," she looked at him and smiled, her eyes no longer angry, "The so called 'family' I mentioned in Detroit, well I may have the same blood as him but he's no longer my family. Wednesday is my little brother despite blood, last names, and skin. Besides if you close your eyes it's all the same. And he's all I need."

Not knowing what to say think or do he stopped walking and stared at her.

You've got to be kidding me…

"You've got to be kidding me."

He threw out a small throaty laugh holding his face as he shook his head. Leaning on the same brick wall of the bar she looked at him confused.

"That's kinda how it is with my family. Evelyn, my foster mom, adopted me and my three brothers when we were kids." Leaning on the wall right next to her he starred into a small puddle in of him. "We're complete opposites but we're brothers. There's nothing they wouldn't do for me or I for them. And mom, well, if it wasn't for her…let's just say she's the most important woman in my life. She saved us all."

"She sounds great. They all do. Heh it's funny, cuz I was adopted too. But that woman is no where near being as great as your mom. You're lucky to have such a nice family. And one day I'm gonna have one too." Looking up at the sky with a small smile on her face she thought about the life she was going to make for herself.

After this trip life will get better. The band will get that record deal and we'll eventually go on tour and Sid will stop using and maybe he'll finally ask me out on a date…

Stealing glances at her while she continued to stare at the sky he tried to come up with conversation, not knowing why just leaning on the same wall as her was making him smile. He could barely recognize it was so faint but the wind carried the scent of coconut and mango.

Like Mom…

"Well I should probably go, there's a show to do still. But I really liked talking to you."

Both looked at each other.

"I really liked talking to you too, and thank you for the coffee."

Feeling awkward and neither knowing what to say Jack started walking to the back door but stopped. "Hey um, would you…would you like to see the show? I mean I can't promise that we won't suck compared to your band but maybe we can talk some more afterwards? Maybe get some food…?"

Giving her his best puppy dog face he looked at her pleadingly, Giggling she sadly smiled and said, "I wish I could but I have a bus to catch in three hours and it takes an hour an a half to get there."

Thinking she was turning him down he said, "Oh my bad. I didn't think you were leaving tonight. Then…I guess I'll see you around? Be safe Michelle." Putting a smile on even though he was worried he'd never see her again he went to the door and opened it with a flood of noise flowing out into the parking lot.

"Jack, wait!"

Michelle ran to him before he went inside, and Jacks face lit up with hope.

"What are you doing four days from now?"

Smiling he said, "Nothing interesting." But a date with you would rock…

"How about next Tuesday you meet me at the café, say 3 o'clock?"

"A date?" he asked smiling.

Quickly kissing his cheek and smirking she turned and ran down the lot yelling behind her, "You bet your ass it is!"

-Inside-

Flopping himself on the couch, his band mates looked at him curiously.

"What's with you Jack?" his bassist asked him.

Jack looked at his guitarist whole cock a brow at him, and Jack with a goofy grin on his face and stars in his eyes said, "I just got a date with Michelle."

"Yeah, so? She's probably really a slut and just wants to get in Mr. Lead Singers' pants dude."

Not a second later there was a fist thrown and a guitarist with a bloody nose on the floor.

"Talk about her again like that, and that's what will happen." Jack said dangerously.

Jack held his hand out to help his mate up, and he took it.

"You really like this chick, huh?" his guitarist said smirking while wiping the blood on his sleeve.

"Yeah, I do."

A/N: I don't know what it is but I'm not really ok with it. There's something not right with it. But anyways I hope you liked it and if not tell me what you think should be changed. I'm not entirely sure what Jack would say in different situations or conversations since he didn't talk very much in the movie, and the fact that he wasn't shown without his brothers around his friends or other so eh. If you can give me tips or pointers or something I'd appreciate it. I can use all the help I can get.

Review please! V

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