Sorry for the wait, been working on some one-shots :) I think some of you will like at least one that I'm working on :D Also I'm sick again, stupid winter. Feeling a little better today but not able to eat yet, so I apologize in advance for any weirdness. I don't own four brothers.

"Fuck!"

"You shouldn't have left your bed"

"No shit"

Jack sighed and took a firmer grip around his oldest brothers waist. They were slowly walking back to Bobby's room. Bobby had insisted on walking by himself but had been forced to accept the help of his youngest brother when his knees buckled for the third time.

"Maybe I should get you a wheelchair?"

The look Bobby sent him said more than words ever could. Jack bit his lip when the skin stretched across his wound.

"Hows the shoulder?"

Of course Bobby noticed. "It's fine"

"Fine my ass"

"Look" Jack stopped and glared at Bobby "If you don't stop your nagging I'm going to grab the nearest wheelchair, occupied or not, and sit your ass in it. What it'll be?"

"You wouldn't dare" Bobby studied him closely with narrowed eyes.

"Try me" Blue eyes locked on brown ones.

Neither moved for about a minute before Bobby huffed and made a gesture to indicate that Jack lead the way. They started down the hall again, Jack beside him, still holding him upright. "Punk" Bobby muttered.

"Shut it old man" Jack replied.

"Hey, don't forget your still my little brother"

"Yeah yeah..."

Walking back to Bobby's room took some time and when they arrived they were greeted by the sight of a near frantic Jerry and Angel.

"Where the hell have you two been? We were worried sick!"

Bobby chuckled and saluted Jerry, wincing as he did so. "Sorry Captain, wont happen again"

"Damn right it wont" Angel cut in.

"Jack were you in on this?" Jerry asked looking at Jack, disbelief coloring his tone.

Jack opened his mouth to defend himself when Bobby snapped.

"Hey! I was the one who wandered off so lay off him" He glared at Jerry then Angel.

"I didn't mean..."

"I'm sorry for worrying my two little sisters okay? Geez, thank god I still have one brother with balls, who knew it would be the fairy one..."

"Don't call me that" Jack spoke automatically.

"Bobby! What are you doing up?"

The brothers looked toward Bobby's doctor who swept through the door. Bobby rolled his eyes and limped, with Jack's help over to the bed and managed to lie down with a great deal of difficulty. "Well fuck me if it isn't Doctor Pain In The Ass..."

Jack shook his head, telling Bobby without words how lame that line had been. Maybe his condition was getting worse if he couldn't even deliver good lines to the regular doc.

The doctor who was more than used to Bobby's attitude just started checking his vitals and what not, shooting him disapproving looks in the meantime.

"I want to go home. I'm going home, OW! What the fuck?"

"Sorry"

The doc didn't look sorry at all to Bobby.

"You can't" Jerry answered seeing as no one else was about to. "The house. It's..." He looked over at Jack who was staring a hole through the carpet "It's not done yet. We haven't had the time to... repair it".

Bobby felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Ma's house. Memories from the shooting filled his head and he looked at Jack, knowing he was there, but wanting to make sure. Suddenly his wounds hurt more than they had a minute ago. "I'll help"

"You can barely stand"

Well since the fuck when was Angel the voice of reason. "I can still help" he protested.

"With what? Watching the paint dry?" Angel let a grin escape at the thought.

"Watch it, when I'm out of here I'm kicking your ass"

"You can try"

"Please everyone, if you can take the time to listen to me for a minute" Once again all eyes turned to the doctor. "You are not well Bobby. Your heartrate is too high and I don't like the sound your lungs make"

"So?" Bobby had a bad feeling about this. Sure breathing wasn't exactly easy, it actually hurt a lot, but that didn't have to mean anything.

"So I want to be sure that we haven't missed anything"

"What do you mean missed? Isn't it your job to notice these things?" Jack was surprised by the hostility in his own voice, and the others were too. Bobby's eyes lingered on him before he looked at his doctor.

"How long?"

"I can't say. I'm sorry"

The doctor left after telling them that a nurse would be there soon.

Bobby looked at his brothers and a wave of symphaty welled over him. It had been hard on them, he could see that. "Hey, about the house, we'll hire someone"

"No, no. It's fine. We started on it, just taking some time is all..." Jerry shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. There really hadn't been a lot of time to spend on the house between staying with Bobby, the whole Sweet business and then waiting for Bobby to wake up... Truth was they all had a hard time being there.

"We'll get it done until you're ready to go home" Angel spoke up, trying to draw Bobby's attention to him. At the moment it was focused on Jack, who was fidgeting, twisting his lighter between his fingers.

Angel was worried. Bobby seemed to have some kind of sixth sense where Jack was concerned, he always had. The last thing they wanted was Bobby getting suspicious.

Bobby nodded reluctantly, to tired to argue at the moment. The walk had really worn him out, not that he'd ever admit it. He leaned back down against the pillow and felt his eyes start to close. "Jack"

"Yeah?"

He more felt than saw Jack sit down in the chair next to the bed. "I meant what I said"

"I know" Jack forced a smile to his lips.

When Bobby had fallen asleep his brothers had gathered around what had become their usual table in the bland cafeteria. Jack was sipping his coffee, his frozen fingers wrapped tightly around the cup while Angel was eating a sandwitch.

"Man how much can you eat? We ate before going to Bobby's?" Jerry asked with amazement.

"Hey I'm a growing man" Angel protested.

"Something's growing alright" Jack mumbled and shot a look at Angel's stomach.

"Shut up Jackiepoo"

"We need to talk about the house" Jerry interrupted "We need a plan, and a timeplan, if we're going to get it done in time"

"No problem" Angel wiped his mouth with a napkin, making Jack snicker at him, which in turn made Angel kick his chair lightly.

Jerry rolled his eyes. "Focus guys. Working on the house means we cant be here as often as we've been now".

"Yeah... we need to get it done though" Angel nodded and turned to Jack. "You okay with this?"

"Yeah"

Neither Angel nor Jerry believed him.

The next day the brothers minus the oldest started working on the house. It was hard repairing the house they spent the larger part of their childhood in. Their time here hadn't been easy, but at the same time it was almost like a dream come true, since here they had gotten what they had searched for for so long, love and acceptance. Seeing their childhood safehouse riddled with bullets hurt almost as much as the bullet had, Jack mused. But they continued on and as the day turned into early evening Jack remembered something.

Walking down the steps he remembered how he felt that day, how angry he'd been, how cold. He stopped for a second at the foot of the stairs before he continued in. Looking down he remembered the look in Fowler's eyes, remembered the feel of the knife sliding through muscle and tissue. He remembered how it made him feel.

Steps behind him made him tense but he relaxed when he sensed who it was.

"Jerry cleaned it up"

Jack nodded. It had been a mess, and that whole day was in some ways a blur in his mind, he couldn't remember some things. And some things he couldn't forget.

When Jack didn't say anything Angel clapped him on the shoulder, careful to avoid the one still hurting from the gunshot wound. "Let me know if you wanna talk" He turned to walk back up the stairs but the sound of Jack's voice stopped him.

"I keep seeing it"

Angel turned to watch the stiff back of his little brother. "I know" He came up beside him, and he too remembered coming down the stairs that day, thinking Jack had snapped and killed Fowler. "It'll get better Jackie, I promise, but it's going to take some time".

Jack nodded slowly, and the brothers were quiet for some time before Jack turned and walked back up the stairs with Angel behind him, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

In another part of the house a sort of reunion was taking place, altough not a happy one.

"I came to see how you were" Camille's voice was soft, but Jerry could hear the sharpness underneath. They hadn't spoken much since that day when they talked on the phone and she had said those things about his brothers. He had been home to change and take care of his daughters, but even that seemed to result in fights with Camille. He understood that she was mad and didn't think he was around enough. He just wanted her to understand too.

"It's a lot of work, but we're getting there... You want some coffee?"

Sitting at the kitchen table it felt like they were miles apart, each on one side of it. They felt more like strangers than husband and wife. How did it ever get to this?

"No. I just want to know what we're going to do Jerry?"

"I just don't know what you want me to do Camille? What you expect me to do?"

"I want you home Jerry, I expect you to be a husband and a father, is that too much to ask?"

Jerry sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He did understand. "No, it's not. I've been home, and I've talked to the girls, they understand-"

"And me? Am I supposed to understand?"

Jerry felt his temper rise to the surface. In a short time he had lost his mother, almost lost his brothers and now this? "Yeah, I actually think you should Camille. Do you know how this has been like for me? For all of us?"

For a brief moment he thought he saw something in her eyes, some kind of sadness, but it was quickly replaced by the hurt and anger he was now used to seeing.

"Hey"

Both Jerry and Camille looked up to see Angel and Jerry standing in the doorway, an uncomfortable look in their eyes. Jack twirled his lighter around and shifted on his feet.

Hoping to break the tension Angel continued talking, trying to sound welcoming now that Camille was actually here, and talking to Jerry "Anyone want some coffee? Or something...?" He trailed of...

"I can make something if you want, cookies or..." Jack added but was cut off by Camille standing up, her chair scraping against the floor harshly.

"No thanks. I'm just gonna go"

"Camille..." Jerry pleaded but she left without another look at him and seconds later they heard the frontdoor slam.

In the kitchen no one spoke for a few seconds before Jack's voice cut through the tension Camille's visit and departure had caused. "Sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt".

The sad tone in his voice made Jerry frown. "It's okay, it's not your fault. She would have left anyway"

Maybe, Jack thought, but after what Angel had told him Camille seemed to have something against them. It was not that far fetched really. She had never really accepted that part of Jerry's past in which they played a large part.

"How did it go?" Angel asked taking a seat at the table with Jack following suit.

"I don't know what to say. She just keeps demanding things from me. And I don't know how to give them to her. I can't, even if I wanted too, and the thing is... I don't. I wont leave you guys for it"

"Jerry" Angel started

"No, it's not right. It's not right to demand that of me"

The tears in his eyes shocked his brothers a little. They knew things weren't good between them right now but this?

Jerry wiped his eyes and hung his head. He really could do nothing right, and everything was falling apart. "I'm sorry. I just miss her so much"

"Maybe she'll come around? Just give her some time" Jack offered.

"Yeah maybe..." Jerry agreed, not really believing it.

Angel clappped him on the shoulder "How about some coffee?"

"How about a beer?" Jack suggested

"I can't even believe your old enough to drink Jackiepoo" Angel teased

"Oh please, I've been drinking since you started chasing Sofi. And that's a very long time ago now"

"I'm telling Bobby you said that"

"Fucking tattletale"

Jerry laughed and stood up to get the coffee started but Jack beat him to it "I've got it"

"How about those cookies Cracker?"

"How about you help?" Angel lifted an eyebrow at that and Jack scoffed. "I take that back"

"Wise choice Martha"

Five seconds later Angel howled when a wet dishtowel hit the back of his neck.

"Hey"

Bobby looked up when Jack walked through the door. "Hey, haven't seen you all day"

"Yeah I know, been working on the house, Angel and Jer is coming too, they just stopped for some food".

"Oh thank god, what are they bringing?"

Jack grinned "Pizza"

Bobby let out something that sounded a lot like a moan. "My prayers have been answered"

"Ready to repent?" Jack grinned

"Wouldn't know where to start" Bobby grinned back.

"Not to mention the time it would take..." Jack trailed off, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Hey, don't forget I can still kick your ass"

"You keep saying that but I just don't see it happening" Jack ducked out of the way of Bobby's hand flying in his direction and laughed "Kidding!"

"Well who knew you were such a freaking riot" Bobby grumbled.

"Peace offering?" Jack held up a bag

Bobby eyed the bag with interest before a spark lit in his eyes. "You didn't...?"

Jack nodded, a grin on his face. "I did" He gave the bag to Bobby who immediately tore it open and pulled out a cookie.

"Ah, my favorite" He mumbled with his mouth full.

Jack shrugged "I know. Figured you'd be in a bad mood being stuck here alone all day"

He thought he heard Bobby mumble 'Damn right' but it was hard to hear over the sound of him tearing into the cookies. He turned to the TV and turned it on, quickly finding a movie he thought looked good and turned the sound up a bit and relaxed.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with Camille yet, we'll see where it ends up. I hope you liked it :)