AN: So I finished it! And a lot quicker than I thought I was going to, too. I found out that my new job allows me to sit on my butt for four hours at a time and do absolutely nothing, so instead of using that time to finish homework, I finished this story! Horrible, right? But anyways, I feel so accomplished now that I finished this story, considering how long it is...fourteen chapters, just like I promised, although chapter thirteen and fourteen are pretty big chapters. I really like the way it turned out, I think, and I can't wait for you guys to read the end! The only thing that will delay posting, now, is when I have time to answer reviews, although expect posts every three to five days, I'd say, until it's done! Thanks for all your reviews for the previous chapter, they were wicked awesome! I love you guys so much. I'm going to start writing a series of one-shots after this is all posted, kind of a "between the lines" series that's based on actual dialogue in the movie...you'll see when I start posting them. Anyways, I'll stop rambling now, here's chapter twelve. After this, only two more to go!

Jack squeezed his eyes shut, body tingling in anticipation of the bullet that was about to tear into his skin. His muscles were taut, legs numb and body shaking as his world tilted around him. The sound of a gun being fired made his stomach convulse violently, and a distressed noise escaped from the back of his throat as he gasped.

This is it, he thought fearfully as he waited for the impact of the bullet against his shoulder. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die and I can't do anything about it. I'm gonna...

"Jack! Get down!"

Jack's eyes flew open, recognizing the voice instantly. In front of him, the man in the hockey mask was doubled over, gagging and clutching his own shoulder. Jack saw blood dripping between his fingers. The gunshot...it was...

"Bobby!" Jack screamed, whirling around to find Bobby leaning over the hood of his car, aiming his gun at a point somewhere behind Jack's head. Angel crouched beside him, peering around the bumper of the car, ready to spring into action. "Bobby, no! Get out of here!"

"Get your ass on the ground!" Bobby yelled in reply, cocking his gun and staring straight ahead. Jack didn't listen, instead running towards the car at full speed, chest heaving.

"Bobby, it's an ambush!"

"Get the fuck down!"

Jack rolled to the snow covered ground just as a bullet whizzed past him, striking the car with the resounding clang of metal on metal. He curled his legs into his body, pulling his arms over his head in a useless attempt at protection. More gunshots rang through the air, and Jack winced at the sound.

"Get under the car, Jack! Stay low!" he heard Bobby yell, and pushed himself up onto his elbows, dragging his body through the snow. He rolled under the car, turning around so that he was facing the house, and watched the scene as adrenaline continued to pump through his veins, causing his entire body to tremble. The man in the hockey mask was lying flat on his back, motionless, obviously dead. Another masked man was a little closer to the house, clutching his thigh with one hand while pointing a gun in their direction with the other. Jack heard another gunshot, and suddenly the man was down, blood spilling out of his chest and onto the snow.

"Fuck, I'm outta ammo!" Jack heard Angel curse behind him, watching as the third man, still fairly close to the house, took aim. He fired at Bobby, and Jack watched the bullet fly over his head and out of sight, his breath catching in his throat. The sound of movement assured him that Bobby hadn't been hit, though, as he saw the man take a few steps closer.

A gunshot suddenly came from beside him, and Jack looked up to find Angel firing a shotgun around the front of the car. The shooter, distracted, turned his fire towards Angel, and Bobby took the opportunity to fire a couple more bullets in his direction, striking him on the leg and, more importantly, in the chest. The man dropped to the ground, and Jack heard Angel breathe a sigh of relief next to him.

Jack pushed himself out from beneath the car, careful not to turn his back fully to the house as he ran around to the other side. Bobby grabbed his shoulders, shaking him slightly as he ran his eyes worriedly over Jack's form.

"Are you hurt?" he asked roughly, not meeting Jack's eyes, and Jack shook his head frantically. Bobby, apparently not noticing, shook him again, snapping his head up to look at Jack's face. "Jack!"

"No!" Jack hadn't meant to yell, but his nerves were so frazzled that he felt he had little control over his emotions. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Bobby asked again, his eyes lingering on Jack's shoulder. "You swear to God you're not fuckin' hurt?"

"I promise!" he said, suddenly realizing that he had to warn Bobby about Victor and John, before they came out of the house. "They're still in there. John...and Victor Sweet. Bobby, we gotta get the hell out of here! It's a set up! They're gonna..."

"I know what they're gonna do, Jack," Bobby said, releasing Jack's shoulders and picking up his gun that had dropped to the ground. "How many shooters were there?"

"Only three," Jack said nervously. "Listen, we gotta get out of here before..."

Bobby shook his head. "We got somethin' to take care of first," he said, walking around the front of the car and towards the house, Angel standing and following close behind. Jack blinked at them, stunned, before running after Bobby, grabbing his shoulder.

"Bobby, stop! You can't..."

"Go back to the car, Jack," Bobby shrugged him off, not looking back as he continued walking.

"But you..."

"We've got it under control," Bobby said impatiently. "Trust me. Go wait in the car."

Jack took a deep breath, giving a defeated nod as he backed towards the car. He watched as Bobby and Angel approached the house slowly, mentally begging that they'd be okay, that they'd all come out of this alive, that John was unconscious in the basement and Victor was still upstairs...

There was a full-blown shootout in the front yard, Jack thought in a panic, his mind racing. There's no way in hell that Victor and John didn't notice. They're probably hiding, waiting for Bobby and Angel to come in...

Jack spotted the gun he'd dropped next to the man in the hockey mask and raced toward it, picking it up as he ran. I can't let them go in there by themselves. With three of us, Victor and John will be outnumbered. With only two of them...

Continuing to the house, Jack dashed past the dead bodies of the shooters, running up through the open front door and into the living room. Neither Angel nor Bobby was there, but a sound coming from the back door made Jack raise his gun in apprehension. He shuffled over to the window, peering out through the curtains. What the...?

Outside, Angel was keeping watch, his eyes darting around as he held the shotgun close to his body. Bobby stood next to him, talking to someone that Jack was completely surprised to see. What the hell is Jerry doing here? Jerry held a gun in his hand, his own eyes looking around suspiciously as he leaned towards Bobby, the two of them talking rapidly. What's going on? Why didn't Bobby tell me that Jerry was here? What are they...

But Jack's thoughts were suddenly cut off as a hand shot out from behind him, wrapping around his neck and pulling him violently back against a large body. He dropped the gun, realizing that the fingers were painfully familiar against his throat, callused and rough. A hot breath panted against his ear.

"You think you could get away that easily?" John hissed as Jack gagged, his fingers clawing at John's hands as he scrambled to free himself from the man's grip. In response, John wrapped his other arm around Jack's stomach, trapping his arms against his body. He bent his knees, lowering them down to the ground as he reached out to pick up Jack's gun before standing upright again. "You think your little friends could save you? You're fuckin' wrong, Jackie. You're mine now."

Jack felt John's fingers remove themselves from his neck, and as something hard and cool rested against his temple, he swallowed thickly. John laughed viciously, arm tightening around Jack. "You think if I threaten to blow your fuckin' brains out, they'll cooperate?" he continued. Jack opened his mouth to yell for help, but John pushed the gun harder against Jack's head. "Don't even think about makin' a goddamn sound, or I'll kill ya, and I'll kill them."

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Jack breathed deeply, his eyes fixed on the back door. Come on, Bobby. Come on. Get in here. Get in here before Victor...

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made Jack's stomach drop, his shoulder slumping. He saw Victor Sweet appear at the foot of the steps, looking around cautiously before moving into the living room.

"Good," he said coolly, nodding in John and Jack's direction. "You got the rest of 'em?"

Jack felt John tense behind him. "Not exactly. The shooters are dead."

"Shit," Victor swore, a hint of fury lacing his tone. He shook his head, looking down at the ground for a moment. "Where's Mercer?"

"Right here."

Bobby swaggered through the back door with an air of unwavering confidence, glaring at Victor with obvious hatred as he made his way into the living room. Angel followed at his heels, closing the door behind him and giving Jack a quick glance before turning his attention to Sweet as well. Where's Jerry? Jack thought anxiously. I know he's here. I saw him. What's he doing?

"Bobby Mercer," Victor smirked, folding his arms across his chest and approaching Bobby, looking him up and down. "It sure is a surprise to see you here."

"Cut the crap," Bobby said, his gaze refusing to flinch away from Sweet. "What the hell do you want?"

Victor laughed, looking over at John, who had a tight grip on Jack's arms, the gun still resting against his head. "And I thought you were a smart man," he goaded, fixing Bobby with a wicked grin. "How about you tell me what you think I want?"

"I think you wanna kill me," Bobby replied, and Jack was surprised at how calm his voice remained.

"Oh, now you're hurtin' my feelings," Victor said with a shake of his head. "I'm a businessman just lookin' to make a deal. Just like your friend Jeremiah. Only," he paused, chuckling, walking closer to Jack and fixing Bobby with a look of warning, "I think I'm a little more persuasive in my negotiations. Don't you?"

"I want Jack out of the house before I agree to anything," Bobby insisted, glancing over at Jack for the first time since he'd entered the room. "Him and Angel, I want them gone before..."

"Whoa." Victor raised a hand, stopping Bobby in mid-sentence. "Don't you know how a good business deal is run? We gotta exchange some small talk before we get into the strict negotiations. Maybe talk a little about the weather, how your family's doin'...how your mom's doin'."

"Don't you say a fuckin' word about my mother," Bobby growled, losing a little bit of his well-kept composure. "You leave her out of this."

"It's a good thing Jack came along." Victor placed a hand on the back of Jack's head, and Jack stiffened, locking eyes with Bobby. "Otherwise it might be her standin' here instead, and then I'd really be concerned for my life. You're a scary man when you're angry." He laughed, releasing his grip on Jack with a slight push to his head. "Or so I've been told."

"Enough of this shit," Bobby spat, still staring at Jack. "I want Jack and Angel out of the house, and then," he looked back at Victor, eyes lethal, "we'll negotiate."

Victor nodded, grinning. "You know, I like the way you do business, Mercer. I mean it, you are a damn fine man to negotiate with. John," he turned toward Jack and his foster father, waving his hand, "go ahead and let Jack go. I'm about tired of him, anyways."

John blinked, surprised, still gripping Jack tightly around the stomach, gun unmoving from Jack's temple. "But Vic, you said..."

"I said, let the boy go," Victor finished, his voice leaving no room for debate. When John didn't budge, Victor moved closer, leaning down to John's ear and lowering his voice. "What are you playin' at? I'm makin' a deal, here, Davis. You want me lose this deal we've been working for?"

"No," John sputtered. "But...Jack...you said that Jack could...he's my son..."

Victor reached over, gripping John by the back of the neck, keeping a close eye on Bobby as he spoke. "And certain sacrifices must be made. Now, let...the boy...go." With his final word, Victor squeezed John's neck harder, and John immediately released Jack, pushing him away like he was suddenly diseased. Jack scooted away quickly, shuffling over to Bobby, who rested a hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?" Bobby asked, searching Jack's eyes with a sort of sereneness that Jack didn't understand. Jack shook his head, hugging himself tightly as his throat began to swell, moisture seeping into the corners of his eyes.

"You can't do this, Bobby," Jack pleaded, his eyes begging as his took in Bobby's expression. Calm, peaceful, almost like...he's accepting this. "He's gonna kill you, you can't do this, not for me."

"It's under control, Jack," Bobby assured, resting both his hands on Jack's shoulders. "You gotta trust me on this, okay?"

"No," Jack refused, getting more and more frantic by the second. He looked around, back to where Victor was watching, a smirk still on his face. John stood next to him, eyes blazing, face red with fury. He turned to Bobby, his entire body beginning to tremble. He lowered his voice, so that only Bobby could hear him. "No, no, I won't let you fuckin' do this. You can't, he's gonna kill you. He's got hit men, Bobby, an entire van of hit men coming. You...you...no. I'm not gonna...gonna leave you here. It's my fault. You can't...I...I..." He whimpered, looking away from Bobby suddenly as a tear started running down his cheek.

"Jackie," Bobby said softly, wiping the tear away with the palm of his hand. "You gotta go, okay? Trust me. I know what I'm doin'." He fixed Jack with a meaningful look, a secret message behind his eyes that Jack was too flustered to understand. "Trust me."

"Can we hurry this little lovefest up?" Victor cut in, approaching the two impatiently. "I got a schedule to keep here, boys."

"You gotta go, Cracker Jack," Bobby said, raising his voice to a normal level again. He shrugged out of his coat, wrapping it around Jack's shivering shoulders and pushing him towards the door. He looked back at Angel, nodding. "Go on."

Angel nodded in reply, walking around Bobby and taking Jack by the arm, leading him out the front door. Jack walked along numbly, letting Angel close the door and pull him outside in the yard. His mind was racing, a crippling sense of failure threatening to overwhelm him. It's all my fault. Victor's going to kill him, and it's all my fault.

Jack stopped in his tracks, letting a small sob escape his throat. Angel, forced to stop as well, kept a firm hold on Jack's arm, tugging it gently. "Come on, Jack. We gotta keep movin'."

"No." Jack shook his head, closing his eyes and letting a couple more tears drip down into the snow. "We can't...it's my...my fault."

"Bobby's gonna be fine, kid," Angel assured, pulling Jack along. Jack stumbled, taking a couple more steps with Angel before stopping again, gripping Bobby's coat tightly to him. "Jack, come on. We gotta get the car started. Let's go."

"How can you just leave him?!" Jack yelled suddenly, startling Angel as he ripped his arm out of the other man's grip. "They're gonna kill him! We have to go back in there and help!"

"We need to get to the car," Angel insisted, grabbing Jack's arm again. "If you go back in there, they're gonna kill you."

"Then let them kill me!" Jack exclaimed tearfully, trying to pull his arm away to no avail as Angel tightened his grip. "Better me than Bobby! It's my fault he's in there! Let them kill me instead of him! Let me go!"

"Jack, listen to me," Angel released his arm, instead gripping him by the shoulders forcefully. "Bobby's not stupid. He's got Jerry in there as backup. They got a plan, okay? He knows what he's doin'. He knew this was an ambush."

"Jerry," Jack panted, suddenly remembering seeing the other man outside the window with Bobby and Angel. He took a couple of deep, hitching breaths, trying to calm himself down. "Jerry...he's...he's hidin'?"

"Yeah. Sweet's not a smash-and-grab type of guy. He's gonna wallow in this shit for a while, which'll give Bobby and Jerry time to set up. Okay?"

Jack nodded, swiping at his eyes with his arm. "You knew it was an ambush. Why'd you guys come here?"

Angel smiled a little, shrugging. "Guess you're kind of important to Bobby." He stood straight again, motioning towards the car. "Let's go."

"Yeah," Jack breathed, following after Angel as they jogged away from the house. "But what...what if it doesn't work?"

"It'll work," Angel said, although his voice betrayed his lingering doubt.

"But if it doesn't..." Jack panted, still following close behind. "We're gonna get killed."

Angel snorted sarcastically. "What'cha mean we, white boy?"

Jack stopped running, then, looking at Angel as a weird feeling formed in the pit of his stomach. I've heard that before. He stared at him, body tingling as Angel turned around, grabbing his arm again. When Angel touched him, though, a spark suddenly passed between the points where their skin met. Like an electrical shock...

"What the hell was that?" Angel asked. He looked at Jack hesitantly, reaching out to touch his arm again. Jack shook his head, backing away as he began to feel very cold, his head swimming as his eyes started to grow dark around the edges. He swayed on his feet, Bobby's coat slipping off and falling to the ground, and Angel reached out to grab him, steadying him before he could topple over. His shoulder was beginning to burn...

...like fire, ripping through his body until he just couldn't take it anymore. Where was Bobby? It hurt so fuckin' bad...

"Bobby!"

"Jack, hold on!"

He lay motionless on his back, trying to breathe as his throat constricted, as a foreign substance...his own blood...began to make its way into his mouth. He swallowed, chest heaving, but it was just too hard...

A gunshot suddenly rang out from the direction of the house, and Jack dropped to his knees, gasping. "No," he whispered, hands shaking as they gripped his hair. "No."

"Jack, come on!" Angel yelled, grabbing Jack roughly by the back of the shirt and trying to pull him off the ground. Jack fell forward onto his hands, a couple more sobs ripping from his chest. He had to see if Bobby was okay. He had to...

Pushing himself unsteadily onto his feet, he ran back towards the house without a moment's hesitation. He heard Angel behind him, screaming at him to come back, but he ignored the yells completely, head down as he sprinted with all his might. Please let him be alive, Jack prayed to any God that was willing to listen. Please let him be alive, please...

Suddenly, something large and heavy collided with him, and two bodies fell to the ground, a tangle of arms and legs. They rolled away from the house, trapped against each other, and as Jack tried to pull away, a pair of hands pushed him face down into the snow. He winced, the hands rubbing roughly against the wounds on his back.

"You fuckin' bastard!" John Davis yelled from above him, and Jack's heart practically stopped in his chest. He felt John climb on top of him, holding him to the ground and moving himself closer to Jack's ear, his voice a deadly snarl. "You're gonna pay for all this, you little whore. When I get through with you, you'll wish you never..."

But Jack didn't wait around to hear the last bit of John's sentence. He summoned all the strength he had left and rolled himself over, throwing John off of him in one swift movement that left John lying, shocked, a couple of feet away. Before John could react, Jack swung his foot around to connect with the older man's shin, leaving John gripping his leg and howling in pain.

Jack stumbled to his feet briefly before falling sideways into Angel, both of them tumbling to the snow again. He pushed himself away from Angel, trying to stagger to a standing position, but Angel wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him back to the ground.

"Let go," Jack mumbled, trying to push Angel's arms away. "Let go, I gotta..."

Then, all of a sudden, Jack saw a blur of movement out of the corner of his eye. He whirled his head around to see another body slam into John's, the two forms rolling away in yet another tangle of limbs. When the bodies stopped moving, a couple of feet farther from Angel and Jack, Bobby emerged on top of John, fists flying.

"You son of a bitch!" he yelled wildly, landing punch after punch against John's face. Jack could see blood running from John's nose, staining Bobby's knuckles as they connected ruthlessly with John's head. "You motherfucker!"

"Bobby!" Jack pushed himself away from Angel, crawling over to Bobby and grabbing the back of his shoulders, trying to pull him off of John. "Bobby, come on!"

"I'm gonna kill this asshole!" Bobby grunted as he continued to punch John, making uncontrolled frenzied noises in the back of his throat with the effort. "I'm gonna..."

"Bobby, let's go!" another voice called from the house, and Jack looked up to see Jeremiah running towards them, a cell phone in his hand. "I called the cops, we gotta go before the van gets here!"

Bobby let out another groan of frustration, landing one last punch against John's face before rolling off of him, falling to his knees next to his prone form. Blood poured out of John's nose, which was obviously broken, pooling in the snow below him. "That's what you get for messin' with my family," Bobby murmured to John's unconscious body. He looked up at Jerry, eyes wild. "I wanna make sure he's dead..."

"We don't have time, Bobby!" Jerry yelled, gripping Bobby's arm and pulling him to his feet. "The cops will take care of it! Let's go!"

Jerry and Bobby started running towards the car, Bobby reaching down and grabbing his coat on the way, and Angel lifted Jack to his feet, dragging him along behind them. Jack's hands were shaking, his mind reeling. Bobby's alive, Bobby's alive, Bobby's alive...

John's dead? Victor's...dead?

Before he knew it, he was being pushed into the back seat, falling sideways into Bobby as Angel slid into the passenger's seat and Jerry threw the car into drive, taking off down the driveway. Jack leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as overwhelmed tears started to form in his eyes. He felt nauseous and dizzy, his head spinning, his body feeling weak and shaky. This can't be happening, none of this is actually happening...

"Jack?" A soft hand rested against his back. "Jack, you okay?"

"No," Jack choked, feeling bile rise into his throat. "I'm gonna...be sick..."

"Jerry, pull over!" Bobby insisted as Jack hurled himself against the door, pushing it open and throwing up over the side just as Jerry stopped the car. He emptied the contents of his stomach into the street, heaving violently as his shoulders shook uncontrollably. He gripped the side of the car tightly, feeling sweat trickling down the side of his face as the hand returned to his back, rubbing up and down his spine, across his shoulders, up and down...

He heaved once more, then pulled himself back into the car, wiping at his mouth weakly with one hand while steadying himself with the other. Closing the door, he felt the car start moving again, and rested his head against the back of the seat, eyes closing wearily.

"Lie down, Jack," Bobby's voice instructed, a hand pulling gently at his shoulder. He didn't have enough strength to resist, letting himself fall sideways until he was stretched out as much as possible across the back seat. Opening his eyes, he found Bobby sitting on the floor, squeezed into the space between the passenger's seat and the back seat. Angel must've moved his seat up, Jack thought absently, blinking at Bobby.

"Hey," Bobby said, smiling. "How ya feelin', kiddo?"

"Like shit," Jack mumbled, earning a laugh from Bobby. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

Bobby chuckled again, resting a hand on top of Jack's head. "Yeah, that's what I've been told."

"Do me a favor," Jack whispered as his eyes slipped closed. "Don't ever do that again."

"Do what?"

"Try and rescue me."

Bobby paused, and Jack heard him take a deep breath. "I can't promise anything," he said finally, rubbing Jack's arm. "Just go to sleep."

Jack nodded, humming softly in the back of his throat. He was about to drift off when another thought pressed against his mind. "Wait," he murmured, lifting himself onto one elbow unsteadily and opening his eyes. "The cops...you said...you said they were coming...won't they..."

"Self defense, Jackie," Bobby ensured, pushing Jack back down into the seat. "It's fine, go to sleep."

"But Victor? Is he..."

"I'll tell you all about it later," Bobby promised.

Jack nodded, laying his head back down and letting his eyes close once again. "Thanks," he whispered tiredly, and was asleep within seconds.

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