Hi! So I got myself together and made a twitter account. Not about my life since it's not very exciting to read about, but for my stories. The idea is that I'll post there when I've updated one of my stories or something. We'll see how it goes, I'm pretty lousy when it comes to stuff like that, but I'm bored and thought it might be fun. Name's Cindy Baby for anyone interested. But enough of that, on to the Mercer's! I don't own four brothers.

He watched silently as the blood from his hands mixed with the warm water in the sink as he slowly cleaned them. He didn't react when a cough was heard behind him but he felt the air move as a hand slowly and hesitantly reached out to him. He tensed and stopped, and the hand stilled in it's movement before being pulled back to it's owner. When he was certain he had understood that he didn't want to be touched he continued with his cleaning. The man coughed again, showing how uncomfortable he was, standing this close to him when he was in this mood.

"Was that really..." He trailed off, not really expecting an answer. Still he continued, even though every fiber in his being was telling him to shut up and get the fuck out of there, to get away from this man, this boy who he'd just seen kill a man. Granted it was in self defence, but the way he had beat down on the man had been unreal. One second they'd had a gun pointed at them, and the next he'd knocked it away and proceeded to hit him, he'd fallen badly and cracked his head open from the looks of it. But still... "He's..."

Bobby finally looked up and met his 'friends' gaze through the dirty mirror in the gasstation bathroom. "Get out".

He didn't need to be told twice.

The wind blew straight through his hoodie as Jack slowly got off the bus at the corner down the street from Evelyn's house. Their house? So much had happened that they hadn't had time to even think about the future, but as he started walking slowly up the street he couldn't help but wonder how his would look. He hadn't talked to his band since he left New York, and they hadn't called him, proving that he wasn't exactly missed. He almost wished he could care more about that. The familiar street with every little imperfektion was the same as it had always been, the cracked sidewalk and the fences that screamed innercity, even though the house wasn't exactly located there. All the familiar things, even the bad ones made him feel like he was home in a way New York never had. For so long he had wanted to escape Detroit and who he was, especially who he had been, and here he was, walking up that same street and for the first time in months feeling some kind of peace. His thoughts drifted to his brothers. When this was all over, would they leave? Jerry would stay he knew. Even if he and Camille couldn't work things out he wouldn't want to leave his kids. What about Angel? Would he stay or go back to the marines? And Bobby... Would he pack up and leave as soon as he got better? Jack's heart clenched tightly at the thought of that. He couldn't leave now could he?

He spotted the house and his step almost halted, he was nervous. They knew he was gone and there would be hell to pay for sneaking out, but as he got closer he noticed that Jerry's car which had been parked almost non stop in front of the house was gone. His heart started beating faster and he took longer steps, almost jogging up the driveway, ignoring how the movements made his arm scream in agony. His wound hadn't exactly healed yet and quick movements served to remind him of that. He checked the door and found it locked, he frowned and felt around in his pocket until he found his key, his old one, and quickly unlocked it and stepped inside. "Anyone home?" He bit down on the words, silently cursing himself. What if there were robbers here? Or Sweet's people come to avenge him or some shit? If so then he'd just told not only where he was was but that he was home now and that they could go ahead and just kill him since he was most likely alone anyway. But why would the door be locked if people had broken in? It probably wouldn't. Jack sighed and shook his head. He really needed to get a grip. He peeked in the kitchen and finding it empty he continued to 'Bobby's room' and wasn't surprised to find that empty as well. Were they out looking for him? They probably were, hard as it was to believe at times, he knew his brothers loved him for some unknown reason. He'd probably worried them taking off like that. He cringed at that, the guilt setting in. Fishing out his phone again he tried Bobby's number first, despite being afraid of his oldest brothers reaction. He snapped it shut with a sigh when a vibrating sound was heard from the livingroom table. Figures. He debated between calling Angel or Jerry, but Angel had a habit of forgetting to charge his, and so Jerry it was.

Bobby was slowly losing his mind. There was no sign of Jack, and when they'd called him a freaking telephone voice had told them that the number wasn't in use. They had then argued about whose fault that was. Bobby figured that Jack had given them the wrong number, maybe just to piss him off. And was he ever pissed. If they ever found him he would wring his neck. His murderous musings were interrupted by Jerry's phone ringing. Jerry fumbled trying to get it from his pocket and with a sigh Bobby reached out and took hold of the wheel so he could use both hands. He finnaly managed to get the freaking thing out and Bobby watched as he frowned at the display.

"What is it?"

"I don't recognice this number" Jerry mumbled before pressing the answering button. "Hello?"

"Jerry"

Jack's relieved voice sounded over the phone. He'd been worried, thinking something had happened while he was gone.

"Jack!" Jerry almost shouted. His brothers eyes turned to him sharply and Bobby reached for the phone but Jerry quickly changed hands and kept it away from him. "Where are you?"

The guilt increased when Jack heard his worried voice. "I'm home".

"Home?" Jerry asked slowly, wondering when Jack had gotten home, and from where.

Jack nodded, then realized that Jerry couldn't see him and spoke again, his voice lower. "Yeah".

"Give me the phone" Jack heard Bobby say, or snarl, and he winced. He then heard Jerry tell him to calm down and he almost smiled. Like that would happen.

"Jack, are you okay?" Angel asked, sounding like he was far away.

"I'm fine. Where are you guys?"

"Out looking for your skinny ass" Bobby snarled again, this time sounding a lot closer. Jack wondered if Bobby was winning the fight for the phone.

"Just stay there Jack, we'll be home soon" Jerry said, and from the sounds of it made a sharp turn.

"I will" He promised. Before he hung up he thought he heard Bobby growl that 'he better'.

Jack sat down on the couch, his leg bouncing nervously. He wasn't afraid, they were his family and they would never hurt him, but he wondered what Bobby knew. What had Angel told him after he'd left ? He had always been seen as the one that needed protecting, the one that should be sheltered from as much as possible in their world, especially according to Bobby. But he wasn't a kid anymore, and he didn't need to be protected. He dreaded the moment where they would walk in through the door and he'd have to tell him everything, cause he knew his brother. He knew that he wanted the truth, and he probably already knew some, if not all of it. He would be furious, that was certain.

"Just take it easy" Jerry said, mostly to Bobby who was gripping the handle of the car before it had even come to a stop in the driveway.

Bobby glared at him and then at Angel "Oh don't worry. I'm just going to ask him a few questions, since I can't trust you two to tell me the fucking truth!"

Both Jerry and Angel sighed as Bobby took off for the front door, neither willing to argue with his statement, choosing instead to try and minimize the damage and make certain that Bobby didn't go to hard on Jack. They hurried after, both of them dreading the confrontation that was sure to follow, they were not looking forward to telling Bobby everything, and right now it seemed like hiding the truth from him was by far the most stupid idea ever. Due to Bobby's injuries he didn't move as fast as he could have and they caught up to him at the door, wisely deciding against telling him to take his pills.

He stormed through the door, body tense and eyes glinting like hard brown diamonds. Checking the kitchen first he continued on to the livingroom where he caught sight of Jack sitting on the couch, his arms placed on his legs tensely, looking like he was awaiting execution. He looked up when Bobby entered, and he came to a stop a few feet in front of him. Their eyes met, blue sad ones locking on angry brown ones. No one spoke, Jerry and Angel stood in the doorway, both of them tense and holding their breath. Bobby felt his anger start to melt when Jack's eyes filled with tears he refused to let fall. He blinked them away, holding his brothers gaze steadily. Bobby frowned at this. Some anger still coursed through him. The only people he trusted had lied to him, and looking at Jack now he wasn't sure about what he was supposed to do. He looked so fragile, but he still had that stubborn tilt to his chin, it made Bobby want to scream in frustration. He turned to look at Jerry and Angel, the hard look returning to his eyes. "Leave".

The exchanged a look before sighing and walking towards the stairs hesitantly. Not that they really wanted to be there to witness the volcano that was Bobby's temper, but they wanted a chance to reign him in if need be. They knew he would never hurt Jack, he'd die first, but he could be pretty intense, and they wanted a chance to explain why they'd lied, but something told them that Bobby wasn't in the mood to listen right now.

Jack didn't speak. He was silently observing Bobby, wondering how he would go about this. How could he explain everything that had happened since that day. How could he explain that he wasn't who Bobby thought he was, he wasn't that innocent kid he always believed him to be. He was a killer, and he knew his brother well enough to know that he would take this as a personal failure.

Bobby had tired of the silence and the waiting and took a seat on the table in front of Jack, holding back a wince. His body hurt like hell and for a moment he felt like he would pass out but he managed to keep upright. Damn it all to hell. He fixed Jack with a hard stare, trying to ignore how much the pain in those blue eyes were getting to him. He was pissed and he wanted answers, and this time Jack was going to tell him the truth. "Talk".

Sorry for the short chapter, hope you like it tho :) Next Jacks about to come clean, how will Bobby react...