Just watched four brothers again. So amazing. Lucy, thank you. It means a lot. Yeah it's a tough road in front of them, there's just so much to write, Bobby and his past, his healing and probably bad temper, and then there's Jack, who wants to die from the guilt eating at him. His problems are just starting poor kid, and that's one of the reasons this story is also rated M, for well curse words, abuse, substance abuse and so on. Cause Jack is an addict, according to me. He's also very destructive, just like Bobby, but different brother, different way. In the first story he fell into some old bad habits, like with the razor and I want to issue a warning, that or something else is probably going to happen again. You have been warned. He needs a release for his pain, that's why. I don't own four brothers.

"Where am I? I don't… you better tell me…"

Jack had been down the hall visiting the coffee machine when he heard Bobby's confused voice. Bobby had slept through the night without waking up again, but Jack had been unable to sleep and now his body craved caffeine to keep itself upright. He never went down to the cafeteria anymore. He got as far as to the elevator before the panic started making itself known, so now he was drinking the washed out shit from the machine in the hall. He didn't mind. Sure it tasted like shit, but he'd take that over the panic in his chest every time he left Bobby's floor.

Hurrying down the hall he cursed himself for leaving just at the moment when Bobby came to. Could he do nothing right?

Bobby was half sitting up in the bed when he entered, his doctor at his side obvioulsy trying to calm him without much success. The second his eyes landed on Jack he visibly calmed and looked like the air had left him. He leaned back on the bed, reaching his hand out. Jack took it without hesitation.

"Jack. You're here" His voice, so unlike Bobby's usual one, made Jack's heart clench. He sounded so confused, so scared. Jack guessed he was. He didn't know where he was or why he was there afterall.

"Course I am. Just stopped out for some of this shit" He tried to smile when he held the coffee up for Bobby to see, ignoring the look the doctor sent him. Uptight bastard.

Obviously the smell of coffee, faint as it was, it was so watered down it looked like something scraped off the floor, sparked something in Bobby and he eyed the cup with something close to longing on his face.

"Can I have some?"

Jack grew even paler than he already was at hearing Bobby Mercer ask for something. He sounded… polite. The doctor mistook Jack's pale face and wide eyes for horror at what Bobby said. He was part right, but not for the reason he obviously thought.

"I'm sorry Bobby but your brother is right. Caffeine is not something you can divulge in right now, it would not be good for you".

The doctors tone was soothing and Jack felt his frayed nerves sizzle even more. He had the same tone of voice like everyone else he had ever met in the various hospitals he had occupied when he was younger. It used to drive him up the wall, and this time weren't any different. He knew Bobby felt the same, all the Mercer's, except for Evelyn, did.

"Okay" Bobby said softly.

Jack blinked.

The doctor smiled, glad that this one was not as troublesome as his brothers. "I'm glad you listen to me Bobby, that is going to make this so much more easy. Now tell me, how are you feeling today?"

The doctor and Bobby talked for a bit, but Jack could see he was getting tired and wasn't listening. The doc seemed to notice too cause he stopped with the questions and after adjusting the needle in Bobby's arm that controlled the morphine dosage, he turned to Jack. Bobby was already dosing.

"Mr Mercer"

Jack grimached and at the same time Angel and Jerry piled into the room with what could only be described with the grace of an elephant herd.

The doctor sighed and rubbed his head at the loud noise. "Please, keep it down people. This is a hospital, not a circus, not a bar, a hospital. People here need the calm we try to provide" He turned to Jack "And you, language, I've told you several times already, there's children here too. I have to say I'm happy to see that Bobby seem to have a different temper so far".

With one last stern look the doctor left the room, a surprised Angel and Jerry turned to look at Jack, shock painted all over their faces.

"What just happened?" Angel sounded more confused than Jack had when Jerry once tried to teach him algebra.

"Did he just refer to Bobby as someone with a, good temper?" Jerry sounded horrified.

Jack rubbed a hand over his eyes.

He had tried to fight back, he really had, but Robert was just too strong. He was still a kid afterall. Strange how he felt like he had lived several lifetimes already. He once again found himself beaten half to death, this time he had ended up in the hospital. How he had gotten there he had no idea, Robert sure as hell hadn't taken him. He could hear the nurses whispering, they obviously thought he was asleep.

"I don't know who to call"

"What about his father? Surely he would want to know that his son is alright?"

Bobby snorted. Yeah, like the bastard who put him here would want to know that he was alright.

"That's the thing. Robert Lee is not listed as his father. Social services says he's Bobby's stepfather"

"That can't be right"

Bobby's head spun. Robert wasn't his father? But he had always said he was, his mother had said he was.

"According to them his biological father have never been in the picture, his mother met Robert Lee when Bobby was a bit over a year old".

"And his mother?"

"Killed herself two years ago. Overdose".

Was it just two years ago that he found his mother laying still on the bed, a needle in her arm?

"Oh my god" One of the nurses let out a gasp.

"Guess we'll know where this one ends up right?"

They had ordered pizza, ignoring the looks the nurses sent them. Jack had been tempted to tell them where they could stick their shitty food, but Jerry had claimed it was a good idea to get along with the nurses. They were now gathered around Bobby's room again, his bedtable posing as a kitchen table.

"I want a beer" Angel complained.

Jack wanted one too, or ten, but he didn't speak.

"You heard the doctor. From now on we have to behave better than we have before. Cut down on the noise and the cursing". Jerry grinned at Jack.

Jack tried to smile back, but it came off weak.

"Stupid doctor, and shitty hospital" Angel moaned.

"Hey now, take it easy. I'm sure they're just doing what's best"

Jack rolled his eyes. Trust Jerry to see the good in that one. He changed the channel on the small TV in Bobby's room and turned up the volume some, causing Angel to grin and Jerry to frown.

"What are you doing? Did you not hear the doctor?"

"The red wings are playing. Bobby wouldn't want to miss it" Jack stated calmly, not looking at his second oldest brother, instead focusing on the game playing.

"Damn straight". Angel agreed.

Jerry sighed. He really hoped Bobby got better soon, not just cause he missed his oldest brother to the point of tears, but cause he needed some help in keeping his brothers reined in. That caused another pang in his chest. Usually Bobby was the one who needed to be reined in.

Bobby had no faith in the system so he wasn't surprised when he was sent home to his dad. Stepdad. No one knew that he had overhard that detail. It had always been so clear to him that people didn't care, maybe at some point he had hoped for it, but those days were long gone, and the only thing that mattered was surviving.

After another beating about a week later he again entered Denny's and after nodding to him behind the bar he sat down to wait. He didn't have to wait long until the one he was looking for entered. He watched as he ordered a beer and sat down in one of the corners. Bobby waited 5 minutes before he stood up and made his way over. Coming to a stop in front of his table he waited until the man looked up at him.

"I changed my mind"

"Muriel called me today"

Jerry immediatley stiffened as guilt flooded him. Memories of Evan lying still on the ice flashed before his eyes. "How did she get your number?"

"I thought it would be rude to ask"

Jerry's hand clenched around the phone. She was mad. "Camille…"

"Jerry" She stopped him "She said that Evan is dead because of you and your brothers" She waited for him to speak, and when he didn't she continued. "I told you this would happen".

He was so tired. Tired of the guilt eating at him, tired of seeing himself in the mirror. He knew it was his fault, he just didn't expect to hear it from her. "It is my fault".

Camille sighed, as if she had expected this. "No Jerry, it's not. But you have to see what being around them does okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Look. I know you love your brothers, and I love that you care so much, but you have to realize that they are never going to change" He heard Camille inhale slowly "especially not Bobby".

"Don't. Not now" Jerry's voice was strained as he tried to keep it together.

"It's true Jerry. You can spin this anyway you want, and I know you want to be there for him, but at the end of the day Bobby put Bobby where he is right now".

Camille wanted to take back the words as soon as she spoke them. For a minute all she heard was her husbands harsh breath through the line.

"Bobby is where he is right now" He hated how his voice cracked, but he kept seeing the same scene in his mind, he thought he had managed to push it back, to focus on helping his brothers here and now, but Camille's words brought it all back. He took a breath and tried to steady his voice "because he saved Jack's life Camille".

She felt bad. She really did, but she couldn't help what she felt. She did admire Bobby for saving his brother, but she was sure that Jerry spending time with his brothers would only lead to more trouble, more pain for everyone. Especially her and the girls. "I know Jerry, and I admire him for it, but how long is this gonna go on? How long are me and the girls gonna stay away? Can we go home now? When are you coming home?"

In that moment Jerry resented Camille. He loved her so much, but couldn't she understand how close he had come to losing his brothers? Couldn't she at least try to understand how much it hurt to think that one of them could have been gone forever?

"You can go home"

"And when are you coming home Jerry?"

"I don't know. Tell the girls I love them?"

"I will, but Jerry, you need to think about what your doing right now okay? I'm sorry abo…"

He cut her off. Her comment about Bobby and his brothers hurt. He wondered if she thought the same about him? He was afterall one of the Mercer's too. "Not now. Tell the girls I love them. I have to go"

He hung up before she could answer. Leaning back against the wall he closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. He slowly slid down to sit on the floor and rested his head on his arms.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"What's it to you dickhead?"

"Boys! Language!" Evelyn turned to Bobby. "Bobby, we talked about this. This is Jeremiah" She turned to Jeremiah who stood still as stone by the door "Jeremiah, this is my son Bobby"

The boys didn't speak, but Bobby relaxed his stance when he met Evelyn's eyes. He could see what she wanted, and as usual he was powerless to argue. "Sorry for calling you dickhead, but you…"

Evelyn cut him off before he could tell the new kid it was his own damn fault, a smile on her face. "Now, Jeremiah, are you hungry?"

He nodded reluctantly, still warily eyeing Bobby.

"Good. Let me take your jacket, Bobby can you set the table?"

Bobby left after throwing a warning glare at him. He was about to take another step inside when Evelyn's light touch on his arm stopped him. He tensed.

'I want you to know that this is a good place Jeremiah, you don't have to be afraid"

For some reason he believed her, and he nodded almost reluctantly and looked up at her kind face. She was smiling slightly.

"But, you have to clean up that mouth of yours, no cursing, are we clear?"

He nodded again, and she smiled at him.

Entering the kitchen he found Bobby already seated and the table set. His mouth watered at the sight of the food. He wondered how much he would get to eat, probably not as much as he wanted he figured. Still, it was better than he ever could remember.

"I'll help you unpack after dinner if you want Jeremiah. Boys, take each others hands"

Bobby and Jeremiah grabbed hands. Jeremiah felt Bobby hug his tightly and he squeezed back as hard as he could, not wanting to give off the impression that he was weak. Evelyn said grace and then started passing around the food.

"Jeremiah?"

He looked up to see Evelyn holding out a bowl for him and he took it, almost fainting at the sight of the food.

"I don't like that name. I'm gonna call you Jerry" Bobby stated.

Jeremiah glared at him.

"What's wrong?"

Angel's voice startled Jerry from his thoughts and he looked up to see his younger brother staring down at him with a concerned look on his face.

"Nothing. It's nothing, I'm just…" He trailed off.

Angel took a seat beside him on the cold floor.

"It's Camille… she just…"

Angel seemed to know what he couldn't say. "You can go home you know? If you want. We understand Jerry"

He knew they did. That almost made Camille's words about them even worse. "I know, but I just need to be here right now"

Angel nodded. He felt the same way. "If you wanna talk?" He offered.

"Not right now, maybe later?" He couldn't bring himself to repeat the words his wife had said.

Angel nodded and they sat in silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

"Are you my father?" He screamed at him, his voice breaking.

Robert laughed as if the thought amused him "Didn't you know your mother was a whore boy? You were already born a bastard when I met her, but what the fuck you know, figured I could have some use of ya, didn't know you'd turn out so fucking useless" He spat on the floor.

Bobby tried to hold back his sobs. He wouldn't cry, he couldn't.

"Ah is that tears I see? Is the little momas boy sad?" Robert mocked, swinging his bottle of beer around wildly.

He didn't want to ask, knew he wouldn't get answer, but he so desperately wanted to so he did anyway. "Who's my father?" His words were barely a whisper but Robert heard.

He laughed so hard he almost dropped the bottle on the already dirty floor, then he seemed to sober up and a furious glint entered his eyes. He swung the bottle against the counter, breaking it. Shards rained over Bobby, one of them tearing the skin at his neck. He cried out in pain, and then again when a punch to his stomach made him drop to the floor. He choked when Robert's booth made impact with his stomach.

"Your father? You don't have a father! Who the fuck would want a worthless bastard like yourself for a son anyway?"

The words hurt more than any punch ever had. He somehow managed to kick his legs out and Robert stumbled back in his drunken haze.

"Please tell me!" He choked out.

"There's nothing to tell you ya piece of shit, you wanna know who your father is huh?"

They both stopped their movements. Bobby was panting and tears stained his young face, he hadn't been able to stop them, something he knew Robert was laughing about.

"Look at you, fucking cry-baby. You wanna know who your father is huh? Gonna track him down? Beg him to take you in?" Robert laughed loudly and spat again, this time Bobby felt it on his cheek. He flinched. "Well good luck boy, how about you head down to the corner and ask around. Gonna be hard though, lots of customers to ask" At Bobby's stricken look he grinned gleefully "That's right boy. Your mother was a whore, and your daddy was one of the many paying a few dollars for a quick cheap fuck".

Bobby felt something inside him break, and he launched himself at Robert with a furious cry brought out by the deep despair that was swallowing him whole. He pounded on him with his fists, he kicked and clawed. Robert tried to fight back, swearing loudly, but it didn't matter.

That night changed Bobby's life. He was 12 years old when he killed his stepfather, the same man he once thought was his father.

Lots of Bobby here, thought he deserved a little attention too after being asleep almost the whole story before lol. Well hope you like it and that you don't think I made Camille to horrible. I tried to see things from her perspective too. I want a little drama there. Also for some reason I didn't really feel for her character, don't know why? I actually like Sofi better despite the fact that she's a nutcase. Sofi is kind of fun, I really liked her and Bobby's scenes actually. Their mutual dislike is a riot.