A/N: Oh you better be happy people. Two Chapters in two days? Hell yes I'm on a roll. This still isn't where the story meets the movie, but it's getting there.

Ok forgot to mention, the first three chapters were on a Friday night. Fourth and the beginning of the Fifth were Saturday morning and the rest of the Fifth and this chapter are Saturday night. Michelle's ride back to New York is Monday night. Her date with Jack is Tuesday. Just thought I'd make that clear.

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

(chapter title from Alanis Morissette)

BTW: Evelyn still dies. Don't be angry, I have to kill someone off. Why not the nice old lady? V

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Ironic

Lane unlocked and popped the trunk open when they reached the car and they both shoved their bags in there, Michelle keeping her messenger out and Lane keeping her black vinyl purse out. Lane then unlocked the car doors and they both got in, both reaching for their cigs and lighting them. Lane opened both windows all the way not caring if they both froze.

"Hey, you mind if I put a cd on? I have this urge to hear Bowie."

Looking at Michelle she was shocked this little girl even knew who Bowie was.

"What? You look like you're 12, how do you know Bowie?"

"You serious? I'm fucking 20. And who doesn't know Bowie?"

"Ah, so the little girl isn't so little, huh? And only poor poor deprived bastards wouldn't know Bowie. Anyways where we goin?"

Starting the car Lane backed out of the parking space and sped out of the parking lot cutting off the asshole bus driver. Not seeing or probably not caring that he flipped her off Michelle handed her Bobby's address.

"Oh ok, I know where this is. I actually grew up on this street. I don't live there anymore but my place is about 20 minutes away."

Getting to a stop light Michelle loaded a cd in the car's player and cranked the volume while taking a long drag off her cig.

'Oh
Oooh yeah
Ah'

The music blasting Michelle got curious about Lane living near Bobby's place years ago.

'Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band'

"Lane, how old are you?" she asked.

"28, why?"

"And you grew up on Bobby's street?"

"Yeah…where you going with this honey? Are you thinking I knew your brother when I was a kid?"

"Maybe…"

…Else where…

Turning on the beaten up radio Jack flipped the channel to some rock station that played new and old tunes, he heard nothing but static till the remnants of Ziggy Stardust started playing. Picking up his guitar and sitting on his mattress he started strumming along with the song, then started singing along with Bowie in the lead.

'Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan'

Singing the song he started thinking about his mom and how she'd always play this song for him. It was his favorite when growing up. He wanted to be famous like Ziggy, jamming with spiders from Mars. And Evelyn said one day he would. She believed in him and still did. He missed home.

…Back in Detroit…

Pulling out some stolen copies of Bobby's adoption papers she read over the information they recorded about him and when he was last adopted.

"When Bobby left me he was just turning 15 and I was 4. I think the only reason why I remember so much from such a young age was cuz it was such a huge change of life style for me…and that Bobby was the only good thing I had back then."

'So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?'

"But this says he was taken in 13 times in over a year and a half, and the last time at 16 he was taken in and adopted by an Evelyn Mercer. Supposedly she worked at the-"

"Adoption Agency, yeah. I remember her. She'd help hundreds of foster kids find homes. She was one nice old lady, always liked her."

"So you did know her? Did you know Bobby too?"

Lane took a long drag off her almost dead cig and flicked it out the window before answering.

"I didn't really hang out with the Mercers. My parents thought they were more trouble than I needed. I don't remember their names but I remember getting into a fight with the oldest brother. I beat the shit out of him and ever since then I hadn't seen much of them. Guess all the kids figured they'd stay away from me cuz anyone who could beat a Mercer and still live people stayed away from. Probably for the best. Parents put me in some private school I ended up barely passing through so I never really saw any kids from my neighborhood anyways."

...Else where…

'Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar'

Now thinking about what Michelle was doing that moment.

Why was she in Detroit again? Family business? Maybe she is going to see her father or something.

Well whatever it was it wasn't his business, and he'd respect that. He just couldn't wait for their date.

What should I wear? Should I get her flowers? Fuck, when did this turn into prom?

…Back in Detroit…

Flicking her cig out the window and lighting another one Michelle checked her make up in the visor mirror and questioned Lane further.

"How many Mercers were there? I had to go through a lot of shit to steal this much info on Bobby and it's shit compared to what you must know."

"Well that's not saying much, cuz I know shit about them too. I just know there's four of them, the oldest was white, and the younger two were black. Don't remember the youngest one. Uhmm, They played hockey at the rink down the street all the time. They always got into trouble, but Evelyn loved them. That address is Evelyn's though. I'm not sure which one Bobby is or if he still lives there since it's been so long. But if he doesn't you could talk to Evelyn about him. I haven't seen her for years but I'm sure she'll remember me."

'Oh yeah
Ooooooo'

Finally reaching the street Evelyn lived on Lane parked across the street from her house.

"I hope I don't have to waste more money searching for Bobby. I'll really kick his ass if I have to." Taking a deep breath Michelle closed her window, with Lane doing the same and she open her door.

'Ziggy played guitar…'

Turning off the car Lane got out, locked the car, and went to stand next to Michelle. Putting a hand on her shoulder she said, "I'll be by you the whole time, so don't worry Michelle."

Both walking towards the house happy that the lights were on, on the inside, knowing someone was home Michelle took another deep breath.

"Here goes nothing…"

Walking up the few steps to her closed in porch door as it started to lightly snow down on them, Michelle rang the door bell while tapping her foot impatiently and nervously.

What if his mom answers the door? What if Bobby answers the door? Don't I want to see Bobby? Shit I don't know if I can do this…

"Michelle calm down, and don't look so scared shitless. Evelyn's real nice, you'll like her. Shit I wish she was my ma, then I'd actually go to family reunions."

"Ha…maybe this isn't such a good idea…"

Looking out the door window of the inside door and turning on the porch light Evelyn was wearing her house coat over her evening gown and a nice pair of fuzzy pink slippers and her winter white hair wrapped in rollers.

Who's at my door this late at night? Young girls…maybe their lost and need help? Or in some trouble…

Unlocking the door and opening it she greeted them and opened the porch door so they'd be out of the snow.

"Hello ladies, what can I do for you? Come onto the porch first so your out of the cold."

Looking at each other and Lane nodding and smiling at Michelle she turned to Evelyn.

"Hi Evelyn, remember me? Lane Argyle? I grew up on the street with your boys."

Gasping and covering her mouth Evelyn recognized Lane.

"Oh yes! Laney! You've grown up since I last saw you as a teenager!"

Hugging the now grown up girl and Lane hugging her back tightly Evelyn smiled and held Lane out to look her over.

"Oh wow! A decade has done you well! No longer flat chested and tom boyish now are we?"

Smiling at Evelyn she really missed the older woman's way of conversation. She had a style no one could match.

"Ha yes, I have boobs and a figure now. But honestly I didn't come here this late to talk about me becoming a woman. I have someone I'd like you to meet."

"That's all well and fine, but let's go on in first. Don't want us girls catching a cold from talking outside for hours. I'll make some warm tea for you ladies."

"Thank you Ms Evie."

"My pleasure child."

Following the woman into her home Michelle and Lane brushed the snow off of themselves and left their shoes on the mat inside the house so not to leave a trail through Evelyn's home. Taking off their coats and hanging them up and Lane hanging her purse up but Michelle keeping her messenger bag with her so she could show Evelyn Bobby's adoption papers later they went into the living room and sat down on the couch next to each other waiting for Evelyn to come back with their coffee.

"Lane, I don't want to bother the lady. Maybe I shouldn't have come. I could kill the old lady with shock! I can't do this."

"Michelle, calm down. Evelyn isn't that old, having to deal with her sons for years has made her strong enough to take a bullet, she can handle this. And she won't turn you away hun. She's very understanding and besides, this'll be like a soap opera to her, she loves those things."

"I do love my soaps Laney." Evelyn said as she handed the two coffee mugs to her guests and sat down in Jerry's favorite chair.

"Now introduce me to your friend sweetie."

Michelle looking at Lane one last time then looked down into her coffee mug not being able to look at the lady.

"Well there's a long story to explain to you, but this is Michelle. We sorta met on the greyhound I was on coming from New York to here this morning, ironically. We started talking and became friends. Well anyways I offered to help her out and bring her here, but I'll let her tell you everything else. Michelle…"

Urging her on, Lane smiled at Michelle, knowing full well that everything was going to be just fine. Sighing and closing her eyes briefly Michelle put her coffee down after downing the hot liquid. Looking at Ms. Mercer with a crooked smile she just threw it out there.

"I'm Michelle Brodie. I'm your son Bobby's sister by blood."

Eyes widening a little, and smiling a smile that reached her eyes Evelyn crossed her legs and arms and leaned back into the sofa chair.

"Well what do you know, I just won 20 bucks. I bet Jerry that you'd find Bobby before he'd find you. Jerry's going to be pissed that he's out 20. I told him women are faster and smarter than men anyways."

Neither woman believed what they heard. Lane then started laughing at the irony, and Michelle sat there with her mouth wide open.

"What…? Wait he has been looking for me? You bet on us? When did this become a race? You KNEW about me? And who the hell is Jerry?"

"Oh sweetie, I've known about you since I adopted Bobby. He's been hell bent on finding you since day one. But I couldn't let him go out on his own till he was old enough and for years he's been searching for you but it's been so long that he figured you'd be better off without him. I tell him different when he actually calls but lately it's been going through one ear and out the other. And Jerry is my second oldest son. He's the only other one who knows about you."

Lane finally getting a hold of herself started actually breathing and looked at Evelyn crookedly.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me."

"Lane, you want to be eating soap for dinner tonight? Then watch your damn mouth honey."

Swallowing Lane looked down, sad that Evelyn still had a scary motherly effect on her after all these years.

"Will do ma'am. Sorry."

A/N: Evelyn is so cool, she knows everything. She's like a psychic. Not really. I just thought her character would know practically everything about her sons. And I think she'd totally implant fear into the people who grew up around her. Like Lane. Yeah. I have a bad mouth so if I was around Evelyn I'd have drank a whole shampoo bottle. I'd probably die from that though. So I'd just run away from her or something. Scary old lady.

Review or Bobby and Angel 'll pop a cap in your ass. I wish. V

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