Title: Save Him

Pairing: Jack/Bobby Jack/OC

Warnings: a little violence…

Disclaimers: Garrett is Gorgeous!… and not owned by me…neither is Four Brothers

A/N: I debated about part 2. I felt it needed to be written, but I had little clue were to begin.

Part 2

"I understand where you were coming from, I really do, but why seven times?"

"Because it broke."

ONE WEEK EARLIER

"I'm so glad you're out! Promise me you'll never go back in again!" Jack was clutching Bobby tightly in the jail parking lot. Bobby had just gotten out of jail, and Jack had made sure to switch his morning shift at the restaurant/club he worked at to the night shift in order to be able to greet Bobby.

Bobby laughed. "I missed you too Jackie. I love you."

"I love you too." Jack broke the fierce hug he was giving Bobby to trail kisses down the side of his face, his hands worming their way into the front of Bobby's shirt.

"Whoa now princess, let's not do this in the parking lot," said Bobby, grasping Jack's hands in his own.

"Since when has an audience stopped you?"

"I'm changed."

"I'm horny." Jack replied smugly.

"Cheeky bastard." Bobby removed Jack from him and grabbed his bag to get in the car. "Let's go home and celebrate properly." Jack grudgingly agreed and got into the car to drive them home. Twenty minutes later the men pulled up to their childhood home.

"Home sweet home," Bobby said as he got of the car. It really did feel good to be back home.

"Let's get inside, I'm ready to start celebrating!" Jack shouted back at Bobby as he ran to the front door and let himself in. Bobby laughed and followed him into the house.

"Jack! Where are you little fairy!" Bobby could hear Jack shuffling somewhere in the house but couldn't spot him. Suddenly Bobby felt a pair of thin arms snake around his waist and soft lips attack his neck. Jack twisted Bobby around and quickly worked his tongue into his mouth. He put his entire year of frustration and longing into his kiss with Bobby. Before Bobby knew what had happened his shirt had been ripped off and Jack was now straddling him, making standing difficult.

"Let's go upstairs," Bobby panted.

"Fuck upstairs, I need you now," Jack emphasized with a thrust of his hips. Bobby nipped at Jack's lower lip in response and led them to the living room. Somehow Bobby managed to remove Jack's painted on pants and his shirt laid in a ripped heap on the floor.

"What?" Jack panted when Bobby hesitated.

"You're fucking perfect," Bobby mumbled. Jack's face flushed, he was suddenly painfully aware of the fact he was naked and sprawled out on the couch- not the most flattering position. "And stop getting self conscious, you are perfect."

"You're just saying that because you want-" Jack's back arched off the couch as the feel of Bobby entering him made him forget what he was saying. Bobby made sure not to go to fast until he was sure Jack was okay.

"Fucking move," Jack growled out after a few minutes. Bobby obliged and let his desires take over. A few minutes later as they were both coming down from their high, Bobby lazily pushed Jack's sweaty bangs from his face. Jack looked up at Bobby with a goofy smile on his face.

"What?"

"You have no idea how much I've missed us," Jack took hold of Bobby's hand and kissed his knuckles. Bobby shifted so he could spoon beside Jack.

"I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too," Jack said as he drifted off to sleep.

x x x

Bobby woke up hours later to find a note saying that Jack had left for work and would be home around midnight. Bobby walked to the kitchen to make him a sandwich and hopefully get a beer.

"Fucking lite," he mumbled. "Looks like no beer tonight." Booby pulled out some lunch meat and mayonnaise and grabbed the bread from the counter. He made his sandwich and went back to the living room. Just as Bobby sat down the doorbell rang.

"Fuck," Bobby looked at the clock on the wall. "Who's here at nine-thirty at night?" Bobby opened the door to see a young guy with long, dark brown hair, green eyes, and pants that were way too tight. Under different circumstances he'd be hard by now.

"What the fuck do you want?"

The guy was obviously taken back by Bobby's frankness. "Um, I was looking for Jack. Are you one of his brothers?" He gave a small smile to try to ease the anger etched into Bobby's face.

"Look Derrick, Jack doesn't want you so stay the fuck away from him. If I ever see you near him again I'll fucking kill you," stated Bobby.

Derrick narrowed his eyes. "I get that you're protective of Jack, but you don't know me. I really like Jack and I want to start something with him. You're just going to have to get over the fact you're little brother likes dick."

Bobby let out a bark of laughter. "I need to get over the fact my little brother likes dick, why? I love that fact! I love hearing him scream my name from those pretty lips as I'm pounding into him!" Bobby was now in Derrick's face, hands balling at his sides.

"Really because it wasn't you're name he was screaming last night," Derrick took a step towards Bobby, staring him down. He knew Bobby, he knew how he bullied Jack and it was about to stop it.

Before Derrick knew what had happened, he was getting pulled into the Mercer house by his hair. Bobby flung Derrick into wall and slammed the door behind him.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about Jack like that!" he roared. Derrick knew Bobby was violent, but some part of himself thought he'd be able to take him, now he was scared shitless. Bobby walked over to Derrick and pulled him off the floor by the lapels of his jacket.

"Look man, I'm s-sor-sorry," Derrick stammered with fear.

"You're sorry?" Bobby mocked. He delivered a hard right punch that left Derrick slumping in his arms. Bobby lifted Derrick up to punch him again. He could feel the blood from a cut on Derrick's cheekbone on his knuckles. "Sorry for what exactly?"

"I'm sorry for.." Derrick was tittering on consciousness just trying to keep standing. Bobby let his grip on Derrick go and he feel to the ground.

"Sorry for coming on to him?" Bobby asked with a kick to Derrick's rib cage. Derrick let out a loud scream that should have reached the neighbors. "Sorry for touching him?" said with another blow. "Sorry for kissing him?" "Sorry for fucking him?" the breaking of one of Derrick's ribs could be heard over his sobs.

"Please just let me go," Derrick cried, his tears and blood beginning to blur his vision.

Bobby let out a laugh that sounded anything but humorous. "You think I'm going to let you go after what you did to Jack? I'm just getting started." Bobby grabbed Derrick by the hair and began to drag him to the living room. Derrick's sobs were getting increasingly louder.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bobby yelled in Derrick's face.

"Why can't you just leave us alone? Let him be happy," Derrick hiccupped. He was trying to prop himself on the side of the couch, his blood covering his face, hair, and shirt.

"What?"

"Leave us alone," Derrick panted, the blood loss and pain making him on the verge of passing out. Bobby stormed out of the room. Derrick thought maybe his words had snapped whatever spell of anger Bobby had been under, until he returned with a baseball bat.

"No, no, no," Derrick chanted as Bobby marched over to him. "Please Bobby-" he was cut off by the blow of the bat against the side of his head. The contact with Derrick's skull made a sickening crunch. Bobby continued to hit at Derrick's skull, ignoring the blood splattering against his face, just letting the pure hatred of the guy flow out through the bat. On the seventh hit the bat broke, Bobby was out of breath, and he was almost positive Derrick was dead.

"Shit." Bobby looked at the body beneath him, then the blood covering him and the room. "I have to clean this up before Jackie gets home." Bobby threw the broken bat to the side and started to lift Derrick up by his shoulders. He drug Derrick to the closet and threw him in haphazardly along with the bat. His next steps were to clean the place up before Jack came home.

x x x

"So you just put a man that you damned near about killed in a closet, and cleaned the place up like nothing ever happened?" James asked.

"Jackie doesn't like blood, it would have scared him."

James stood next to Bobby with his mouth open. Bobby never ceased to confuse him. It was clear he loved Jack, but he was fucking crazy. "So what happened when Jack got home?"

"For some reason knowing that Derrick was broken and bloody in the closet made me extremely horny, so we fucked on the couch in the living room. I kept thinking 'I hope hears us right now'." Bobby chuckled to himself.

"You're lucky Jack found him when he did, the guy would have died and you probably would have gotten life." Bobby's smile flattered. "How pissed was he."

Bobby's face then hardened. "More than he should have been." James rolled his eyes. Bobby nearly killed a guy, and was upset Jack was pissed with him about that.

"So how long do you think before he's visiting you again?" James knew better to ask if Jack would be visiting, he knew the couple's cycle.

"Possibly a year. I'm in here for awhile, so I can wait."