Title: Save Him

Pairings: Jack/Bobby

Warnings: This is very AU! I normally don't do this, but I love to read AU and figured, what the hell there wasn't even suppose to be a part 3 so I might as well have fun…..

Disclaimer: what would happen if I didn't put a disclaimer…?

A/N: Sorry for those folks who don't like AU, put this had to be done. And thanks MagnusSpark for putting this little bunny in my head. Oh, and I have no clue what the sentence for attempted murder is…sorry!

Part 3

TWO YEARS LATER

Bobby looked at the dark-skinned man seated across from him. "Did you bring the pictures?"

"Nice to see you too Bobby."

"Sorry Angel, but you know what those pictures mean to me." Angel's face softened at the absence of Bobby's usual sarcasm. After Bobby's first year in to his sentence, he'd lost most of his tough guy façade. Angel sighed and pulled three 3x5 portraits out of his pocket.

"This is all you could get?" Bobby asked as he slid the pictures across the table towards himself.

"Sorry if I'm not a pro at stalking my baby brother." Angel huffed. "It doesn't feel right taking pictures he doesn't know I'm giving to you."

Bobby snorted. "I'm sure you've done a lot worse." as soon as he said it he wished he could take it back. Angel was still struggling with his experiences over in Iraq. Bobby knew his words were a cheap shot and that they wouldn't get him anymore pictures.

Angel took a deep breath and let the comment slide. The two sat in silence as Bobby looked over the pictures.

"I can't believe his birthday was last week."

"I know, Liam's getting so big. It feels like just last week Jack was bringing him home from the hospital."

A sad smile played on Bobby's lips as he looked at the picture of his son smiling down at a large cake with a big candle "2" on it. Jack was behind him, holding Liam up so he could blow out his candle. The pictures Angel would bring Bobby use to make him tear up, but he had come to accept the fact that the pictures were the closest he would get to his son in a long time.

"At least you get to see him, hold him. You have no idea how it feels to have a son that doesn't even know you exist." Bobby lowered his head as he felt tears begin to sting his eyes. Fuck! He hadn't cried in months and he didn't want to start again.

"Jack keeps a picture of you up, and I'm sure one day soon Liam will ask about you and we'll all be there to tell him about his dad that loves him." Angel hoped his words were encouraging to Bobby.

"He shouldn't have to ask."

"He looks more and more like you everyday," said Angel, trying to lighten the mood.

Bobby glanced at a picture of Liam sleeping with his Peter Pan blanket wrapped around his body. Bobby chuckled to himself. "What the fuck is Jack doing to my kid? It's bad enough he got me soft on him, but give Liam a chance." Angel laughed. "He has my mouth and nose for sure."

"And your darker hair color." Angel remarked.

"He has Jackie's eyes though. I'm glad for that. Jack's eyes are big with long lashes, like a girl's. His eyes can't hide what he's feelings, good or bad." Bobby looked longingly at the third picture. It was of Jack and Liam smiling at the camera, Jack was taking a break from baking what looked like a cake, while Liam sat on the counter licking a spoonful of batter.

"He has a good mixture of you and Jack's personalities. Liam's tough as hell, but he knows when to compromise. He's a leader, you should see him on the playground, but loves to be babied. It's ridiculous how the little guy is exactly half of each of you."

"He doesn't need any of his old man's traits."

"Bobby you're not a bad person, you've just made some mistakes."

Bobby shook his head. "A mistake is forgetting to pick you're son up from hockey practice, not missing out on the first twelve years of his life."

"Bobby, you gotta stop beating yourself up. You need a hobby, a job, a new found connection with God, anything to take you're mind off of what's gone down."

"I didn't even know he was pregnant. I didn't know he was carrying my flesh and blood in him. I sit in my cell and stare at the pictures and make up little scenarios were I'm there rubbing Jack's growing stomach, or crying after seeing his first ultrasound, or there for the birth. I never had those moments Angel and I never will. All I get are fucking pictures. A picture can't capture his first words, or him walking, or the tantrum he'll through on his first day of pre-K. Derrick wasn't worth losing my baby boy."

"You haven't lost him."

"Really?" Bobby questioned. "So Jack is going to bring him?"

"Bobby, you know he needs time-" Angel started.

"It's been two years Angel, I fucked up. I just wish I would have known how big before it was too late." Bobby mumbled the last part more to himself than Angel. "Listen, thanks for coming, but I think I'm going to go back to the cell."

Angel didn't want Bobby to go on the bad note but he knew the man needed some time. Bobby motioned for James to re- handcuff him and walk him back to his cell. Angel gave a nod goodbye as James escorted him away.

Bobby sat down on his bunk, his head in his lap. He hadn't intended his visit with Angel to be that intense. Bobby let out a shaky breath and looked at the pictures littering the wall near his pillow. He picked up one of a pregnant Jack curled up on his side sleeping. Bobby closed his eyes and pulled his pillow into his arms, his hands caressing small circles onto its surface.

"I love you Jackie, I can't wait for him to get here and meet you…."