What Really Matters Chapter 12, a four brothers fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Four Brothers characters, just the ones that I make up

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Four Brothers characters, just the ones that I make up. I also do not own Disciples "Things Left Unsaid"

Author: Sorry it took so long, school is kicking my butt, but I finally got some time to finish. Hope you guys liked the story…heres the last chapter!

Bryant squinted her eyes as she felt the warm sun touching her face. Was it already the next day? She looked around the room and noticed no one was in there with her. Her notebook was lying beside her, open but face down. She turned it over and read the words she wrote the night before.

"I was wondering when you were going to decide to get up." Elijah appeared in front of her.

"What time is it?" Bryant asked sitting the book beside her.

"It's about ten."

"Where is everyone else?"

"With Jack. Skylar decided to go get something to eat in the cafeteria. I wanted to come see how you were doing."

"Good I guess."

"How's the head?"

"It hurts. How's Jack, do you know?"

"He's still in the same condition. Not much has changed. I do know though that the blood arrived this morning so they should be doing the transfusion soon, then we will have to see."

She nodded her head. She turned her head away from him and looked out the window.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing…" she replied looked back at him. "I was just thinking about things. How did everything go last night?"

It was Elijah's turn to turn away from her.

Bryant nodded her head. "I guess that answers my question."

"You don't understand…"

"I don't want to understand anymore Elijah. I am through trying to understand what is going on. It's not worth it anymore. People end up getting hurt and I am sick and tired of it."

"We didn't…"

"Are my brothers still alive?"

"Yes! We didn't do anything, we just came up with a plan." He was getting annoyed.

"Right and when is this going to take place?"

"Eleven." Elijah sighed.

Bryant shook her head. "I guess it doesn't matter what I think anymore, so I am not going to say anything."

"It matters to me." Elijah moved towards her bed.

"Don't." she replied laying her head back against the pillow. "Don't do that anymore."

"Do what?"

"Try to make me understand that this is what needs to happen. It's not right. My brother is dying in this hospital because of this man. My mother and Kade are dead because of this man, what is it going to take for you to see that he is powerful and will kill anyone?"

Elijah didn't respond.

"I guess I feel like it's my place to avenge Kade's death. He was my best friend and this man took him from us. We already lost Micah, Bry, what do you want me to do? I lost my two best friends and it sucks like hell. Your brothers are trying to hold on to what they have left. Your brother is dying, I know that. They know that, that is why we are doing this because Sweet deserves to die. He deserves to know the pain we are in right now. He is not going to win."

Bryant crossed her arms over her chest as tears fell down her cheeks. "I don't know how to make you see it, but it's the only way."

She sniffed back the tears as she wiped her face from the tears before crossing her arms again.

"Please do not do this." He begged her. "Don't ignore me because you know its right too."

"Why the hell would you think that?" she snapped. "You are turning into them Elijah and I don't like it one bit."

"What do you want from me?" He yelled "Tell me!"

"To grow the fuck up!" she yelled back. "This is ridiculous. You talk about losing your best friends, why huh? Why did you lose them? They were both shot weren't they? Shot by people who don't give a shit. You will be just like them if you kill Sweet. You will be him. A killer!"

Elijah sighed as he turned around. He ran his hands over his face. Bryant turned her head as she covered her face. A moment passed before she spoke.

"I can't lose anyone else. My heart is broken into so many pieces right now and I am scared to death. I feel like at any moment it's just going to stop working because I don't know what is going to happen. I just want it all to end so bad." She cried. "Please don't leave me."

He turned back around to her. "Your heart is going to heal. The pain will go away." He whispered. "But we have to stop the pain and by doing that we stop the source of that pain."

She nodded her head as she looked at him. "I am so scared." She blurted out into a sob.

He slowly walked over to her and sat down on the bed.

"It's ok to be scared. It's ok to be angry as well. You are my everything and I lost you one time and this time I am not going to lose you again. You aren't going anywhere and neither are me or Skylar. We are going to be here with you."

She leaned over and laid her head into his chest. "Do you blame me for what happened to Kade?" she whispered.

"Never." He replied without hesitation. "He got to you before I did. I know I would have done the same thing."

There was a soft knock on the door before it was open.

"Can I come in?" Angel asked sticking his head in.

Elijah nodded his head. " Is it time?" he asked.

Angel nodded his head. "Yeah, can I have some time with her right quick?"

"Sure man." Elijah lifted Bryant off of him and kissed the top of her head before walking to the door. She gave a soft wave as he closed the door behind him.

Angel sighed before moving over to her. "You still mad?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Jack's in surgery right now." He told her. "They should be finishing up here so maybe you can go see him."

"I don't want to." She replied.

"I know that, but he would like it. He needs to know that you are here for him."

"He knows."

Angel nodded his head. "Can I tell you something?"

Bryant nodded her head. "What we are doing today is because we love you and Jack so much. We are doing it because I will be damned if they try and hurt you again. This man killed our mother, your best friend, and almost killed our brother. My heart is so full of anger right now. I am a marine and I've never hurt so bad in my life. I was taught to get over shit like this, but I cant. The thought of Sweet winning kills me inside. Ma, was my angel. She was my everything and this man took her from me. I am not trying to get you to understand this, because you may never understand it. I am trying to get you to understand the love that six boys have for you. Five of them are dying on the inside because of this man. We have to go now, but I wanted to tell you that. We are doing this for everyone. Ma, Jack, and Kade."

Bryant wiped her face. He nodded his when she didn't say a word to him. "I love you know that. And know that we are coming back and we coming back as a family."

He walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead before turning to leave. She wanted to say something, her mind was screaming for her to speak. It was screaming for to scream for him not to go, that she loved him, but she didn't. She just sat there as she watched her older brother leave. She covered as face the tears began to flow.

Moments later Bryant was still staring at the door. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. It was like she waiting on them to come back. She wanted to scream to them to come back so bad, but she didn't. She knew way in the back of her mind what they were doing was the right thing. She looked down and mashed the nurse's button. Minutes later the nurse came walking in.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm ok, I just have a little headache." Bryant said in a low voice.

"Would you like some medicine?"

"Maybe some Advil or something. I was just wondering if there was anyway I could go to the chapel for a little bit."

"Sure. I'll just go get you a wheelchair and I will take you there."

"Thank you."

"Let me go get the medicine and wheelchair. I'll be right back. You go ahead and put some clothes on."

Bryant gave a soft smile as the nurse turned to leave. She sighed before tossing her legs over the side of the bed. She took in a breath as she tried to stand up. She got dizzy and had to sit back down. She reached down at the bottom of her bed and grabbed her jeans and shirt. As she struggled to get her clothes on, the door came back open.

"Do you need some help?" the nurse asked.

Bryant gave a little laugh before nodding her head. The nurse came over and laid the Advil down before helping Bryant put on her pants and shirt.

"Ok, you ready?" she asked after watching Bryant swallow both pills.

"Yeah."

The nurse grabbed her arm and helped her out of the bed into the wheelchair. They went in silence to the chapel where the nurse left Bryant. She stared at the piano ahead of her before looking down in her lap at the notebook. She took a deep breath before wheeling herself over to the piano. She opened her notebook to the song she wrote the night before and began humming the tune in her head. Just above the words she began to write notes to the song. She wrote and played until it sounded perfect in her head and on paper. She looked down at the keys ready to play the whole song. She could feel her body begin to shake as she looked back up the words and music on the page. All her feelings and anger were written on that page. All the pain in her broken heart was written in this song. She slowly began to play the song.

It's just a matter of time a few days ago
I saw you, you were fine
Remembering what you said
About the book you read
The one Ma got you
The Beginning of the End
Oh how we'd talk
For hours upon end
What I would give
Just to do it again
But you're lying here
In this hospital bed
Won't you open your eyes
And let's talk once again

Bryant closed her eyes as tears began to stream down her face. She could see Jack with her. She could see Ma. She knew she was there. She could feel her.

If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I love you
I hope that you can hear me
I hope that you can feel me
If you fly away tonight
I want to tell you that I'm sorry
That I never told you
When we were face to face

Well I've been here all night
And I'm watching you
Breathe in and breathe out
Is it really you
Or just a machine
That's giving you life
And it's making it seem
That there could be hope
I could say to your face
If it weren't for you
That there would be no grace
That's covered my life
You took the time
To speak into my mind
And my heart
Words of life

Her mind kept screaming at her to stop. The pain was hurting so bad as she was singing the song. She could feel her heart beating so fast inside her chest as she sang the words she had written down.

The door slowly opened up in the back. It was Skylar. He came looking for her when she wasn't in her room and the nurse told him she was in the chapel. He could hear her beautiful voice as he stood outside listening. He heard her outside with Kade the night he wanted her to sing. How much beauty was inside of her. The beauty wasn't there now, it was pain. He could feel her pain as she began to sob through the song. This was the song she was writing last night. He softly sat down in a pew in the very back and listened with his eyes closed.

Bryant didn't notice anyone come in. It wasn't like she would have anyways, the song was taking up too much of her mind. She wanted to stop so bad, but it was like her fingers wouldn't stop playing the keys and her eyes wouldn't stop reading the words. The final verse. It took her two hours last night to write it. Too much pain, too much heartache. It was for Ma and Kade. She wanted to tear the song up after she wrote it, but she couldn't. Kade's words came back to her about writing what she was feeling and that was what came out. She wanted him to be here with her. She wanted to take back everything that happened.

So goodbye for now
And I'll see you again
Some way, somehow
When it's my time to go
to the other side
I'll hold you again
And melt at your smile
Now all I have
Are the ones that I'm with
And you taught me not
To take for granted
The time that we have
To show that we care
Speak into their minds
And their hearts
While they're here
And say I love you

As the song ended she looked up and saw Skylar sitting in the back of the chapel. She had tears streaming down her face. He wasn't looking at her. His head was in his hands.

"Sky…" she whispered.

He still wouldn't look up. "Sky…" she whispered again. His head slowly looked towards her. His face was stained with tears. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was…." He stuttered. He swallowed. "I was looking for you."

"I'm so sorry." She muttered.

"That was beautiful." He replied.

She wheeled herself away from the piano and towards him. "You probably didn't need to hear that."

"No, I think I did. That last verse was….beautiful. I know Kade is smiling at you."

She bowed her head as tears trickled down her face. "I just want him back so bad."

"I do too."

She closed her eyes and took a breath. When she opened them Skylar was bowing his head again. "Kade told me to write what I was feeling so I did. I didn't think that would come out, but it did. I wanted to stop so badly, but my hands wouldn't stop moving and my eyes wouldn't stop reading."

"That was an amazing song. I can't believe you wrote that just last night."

"Sky…" she whispered. "I want you and Elijah to move here. I want to be with you guys for good now."

He turned away from her. "I don't know."

"Please." She begged. "It would mean the world to me. Besides, what is back in West Virginia?"

"My life."

She looked at him and grabbed his hand. "I want to be your life now." She whispered. "I want you here with me."

He looked softly into her eyes and smiled. "What about school?"

"Transfer. You're a smart boy, it will be good. We can finish together."

He continued to smile at her before nodding his head. "Have you talked to Elijah about this?"

"Yeah, he said it was ok."

He laughed. "He would."

"So will you? Please?"

He laughed before squeezing her hand. "I would love to stay with you."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is going to be fun."

"I sure hope so. Gosh I hate the snow." He sighed.

"I do too. It doesn't snow all the time though, that's the good thing."

"You going to come live in a cardboard box with me and Eli?"

"I will, but we have house."

Skylar laughed. "That's way too many people for my liking and too much testosterone."

Bryant laughed. She noticed he was still holding onto her hands. "It feels good to laugh again." He replied.

"Yeah it does. I was starting to think I would never know that again."

"I'm glad you found it because you have the most beautiful smile and it would be a shame for that to disappear forever." Skylar smiled at her.

She couldn't help but smile back. She watched his hand let go of one of hers and caress the side of her face. He gently cupped her face in his hand and pulled her towards him. She felt his lips touch hers and he kissed her softly. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart begin to piece itself back together again.

Around lunch time Bryant had wheeled herself to Jack's room. She made herself sit outside his door for five minutes, not wanting to go in. She sighed as she slowly lifted herself up and turned the door knob to go into his room. She looked over at the bed and saw that his color had come back. He just looked like he was sleeping. She gently closed the door behind her and moved over to him.

"Hey." She whispered.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the machine again. The tube was still in his throat meaning he still wasn't breathing on his own. Her heart began to sink as she stared at the monitor and watched his heart rate go up and down. She looked down at him before grabbing his hand.

"You gotta hold on ok. You have to fight this. We've come so far Jack; I need you to fight this. I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss fighting with you. I miss everything about you and I want you here with me. If that is selfish then so be it. I want you here!"

She leaned forward and laid her head down on the bed. "You remember that time when Ma gave you that book to read? The one that you have sitting next to your bed? I was reading it one night and it said that if you believe then it will be given unto you. I need you to believe Jack. I need you to believe that you are going to get out of this, but I need you to open your eyes. I need you to just take one breath of your own. Please just open your eyes for me. That's all I want."

He didn't move. She sighed as tears came to the surface. "Ma, don't take him from me just yet. Its not right. You know that I need him here, don't make me let him go too." She cried squeezing his hand.

"Jack, I know that you are in pain. I know that you are hurting so bad, but I promise if you will just wake up I will help you with the pain. I will help you with everything. We are going to get through this together, as a family. Please just open you eyes." She begged. "Don't leave me too."

She just waited for him to respond, but there was no movement. There was nothing but silence. Her heart began to sink as she watched him. She just wanted some kind of miracle to happen. She wanted to some how switch places with him, maybe the pain wouldn't be so much. There was a soft tap on the door before it opened.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I need to check his stats." The nurse walked in and whispered.

"Its ok." Bryant whispered back. "How is he doing?"

"He's stable. He just got the transfusion, so we are waiting on to see if it helps him."

"Shouldn't he be waking up?"

"I don't know, I guess its up to him now."

Bryant paused and looked over at Jack before speaking again. "Tell me the truth please, is my brother ever going to wake up?"

The nurse sighed before moving over to her. "I believe its possible for your brother to recover from this, but its also possible for his body to have had too much trauma. Your brother is a fighter, I can tell by coming in here and checking his stats. Its up to him whether he wakes up or not. He knows his family is here and is fighting for him, so I don't see any reason in why he wouldn't wake up."

"Is he going to be in a lot of pain?"

"For a while. It will take time for him to heal. He is going to need a lot of physical therapy and a lot of time. It could be possible in a year he might be his old self again."

Bryant gave a soft smile and nodded her head. "Well I have other patients I need to go tend to. If you need anything just press the button and I will come. And Bryant, don't worry about him, he's a fighter. He doesn't give up that easy, he's a Mercer for goodness sake."

Bryant couldn't help but laugh because she knew the nurse was speaking the truth. She turned back to Jack and reached for his hand. "I love you Jack. I'm right here ok. I'm not going anywhere."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

She sighed as she covered her face with her hands and breathed out. She looked towards the window, it had gotten dark outside. Her mind began to wonder to her brothers and Elijah. Were they okay? She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't stop. Tears began to form in her eyes. She was so mean to them. She didn't even try to understand. She just didn't want to understand. She never liked death, it brought too much pain. Fighting brought too much pain. She knew deep in the back of her mind that killing Sweet was the only way things would stop and her life would be okay again. She looked over at the clock on the wall. "Eight forty-five." She read aloud. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone and dial Bobby's number. She listened as it rang four times before going to his voicemail. She sighed before hanging up and dialing Jerry's number. The same thing happened. She began to panic as she dialed Angel's number. No one was answering their phone and it was scaring her. Were they dead? Did Sweet kill them? She felt her heart begin to pound; she couldn't control the breaths she was taking. "Jack…" she whispered holding her chest. "I'm so scared." Tears streamed down her face as she watched the clock turn to eight fifty. She rolled herself to the door as she began to panic even more. She swung it open as tears began to pour down her cheeks. Her mind was wondering, it was wondering to the worst thoughts. Her brothers weren't ok. They weren't safe. Were they alive? She was tired of the chair. She stood up and almost fell over, but she caught herself on the wall. She needed to know if they were ok. She had to know. She got to the lobby and saw people all around, waiting to get in with the doctor.

"Hey are you ok?" someone touched her arm. She didn't bother looking at them or even responding. She had one thing on her mind. She shrugged the hand away and scanned the room. She could feel her chest becoming heavier as she scanned and didn't see them. She heard the door slide open, praying it was them. No one walked through.

"Hey I think you need to sit down." The voice was behind her again. She still ignored it and started to move around to look for her brothers.

"Bryant!" Skylar's voice was behind. It was far away. She didn't even bother to turn around. The door came open again. Her head was getting dizzier by the minute, but she ignored the pain. She ignored the fact that people were now staring at her and trying to get her to sit down.

"Bryant!" That voice. She knew that voice. It was like in slow motion; her head turns towards the door and saw him. Her brother. She didn't know she was moving. Her body was about to give out, but she felt his arms come around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Bobby!" she cried. He fell to his knees and held her in his arms. Skylar moved ahead of her and saw Elijah standing at the door. He took off running to him as the slapped each others back while embracing.

"Shh, it's ok." Bobby whispered in Bryant's hair.

"I thought I lost you forever." She sobbed.

"What are you doing out of your room?" he asked pulling her away from him. She had tears streaming down her face as she stared him.

"I was scared; I had to know that you were ok." She watched him smile as she wrapped her arms around him again.

"We're okay." He whispered.

"I love you Bobby, I love you guys so much." She cried. "Please don't leave again."

"We won't. I promise." He told her rubbing her back.

"Hey B, how's Jack?" Angel spoke.

She leaned off of Bobby and looked up. Everyone looked like they had gotten the crap kicked out of them.

"He seems to be okay. They gave him the transfusion, but he still isn't awake." She looked down at Bobby who was just staring at her. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"A little obstacle we had to overcome." Bobby replied with a smirk.

"With who?"

"The cops, who else?" Angel laughed.

"And Sweet?" she asked looking back at Bobby.

"He's taken care of." He told her. "He won't be giving us anymore trouble."

She smiled at him. "Good." She whispered.

"Come on, let's go see how Jack is doing and get you back into the bed." Bobby replied lifting her up. "You don't need to be passing out everywhere." She held onto his side as she stared up at Angel. She moved towards him and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Don't be, it doesn't matter anymore." He told her rubbing the back of her head.

She let go of him and moved back towards Bobby's body and looked over at the door. Elijah was standing there with his hands in his pockets, waiting. She moved over to him as she saw a smile form on his face.

"You are too much Elijah Rollins." She replied.

"Yeah, well I try." He replied shrugging his shoulders. She walked into his arms and dug her head into his chest. He closed his eyes and he felt her sniff in his shirt. She pulled away and smiled at him.

"Lets go see Jack." He replied still holding onto her hand.

She nodded her head. She looked around at her family and friends standing before her. Though the circumstances were bad, she wouldn't have it any other way. They were all together. She moved over to Bobby, letting go of Elijah's hand and felt his arms wrap around her shoulders as she leaned into his body. They slowly began to walk towards Jack's room.

Continued….