Hey peeps, I'm back. I'm feeling better, at least most days. Forgot who I am for a while there... Life screwed me over pretty good. Been writing some poems and stuff, and now I finally feel something inside that wants to end up on paper, or at least on the screen. Thank you all.

I don't own Four Brothers.

"I don't like it"

The quiet mumble made Bobby raise his head from the newspaper he'd been frowning over. Detoit seemed to get worse by the day, and reading the newspaper wasn't exactly what he'd call inspiring, but he did it anyway. He was a firm believer in being up to date on what was going on in his town. He looked over at Jack who was staring down in his glass of milk. Bobby noticed that he hadn't even begun to drink it, and the sandwich he'd carefully (okay that was a loose term) prepared this morning had barely been nibbled on.

"What don't you like? The sandwich? Just so you know I made that from scratch"

"How else do you make a sandwich?" Angel asked as he breezed past them on the way to the coffee.

"Shut it asshole, I haven't seen you make anything lately"

"You banned me from the kitchen remember" Angel shot back with a grin.

"Well excuse me for wanting to live in a house that isn't burnt to the ground. Now shut it, I was talking to Jack".

As Angel left the kitchen laughing Bobby shook his head, what was the world coming to. "What were you saying Jackie?"

"I don't like you going out at night"

Oh. Bobby sighed. He knew Jack depended on him to be here, and he wanted to be, he always would be. If he could just understand that going out meant that he was insuring that he always would be. "Look Jack, I know you don't understand it, and frankly I'm glad you don't, but I need to be out sometimes you know, people need to know that I'm still here, okay?"

"Sure" Jack nodded, but Bobby could tell he didn't understand.

"And Angel is still around when I leave right?"

"What's he gonna do? Comb them to death?" Jack muttered.

Bobby's mouth fell open before he burst out laughing. It had taken a long time for Jack to come out of his shell, the shell he still lived in sometimes, but every now and then the sarcastic side of him would come out and it was just as funny every time. "I wouldn't worry Jackie, Angel might behave like a girl but trust me, he can hold his own and several others. I wouldn't leave you if I didn't believe that".

"Well can I come with you?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because you've grown on me, and I want you around, that's why I don't want you around certain other people".

"Cause they're gonna hurt me" Jack stated. This he knew, this he understood.

"No" Bobby's voice was firm. "I would never let them. But no need to cause trouble if it isn't needed right?"

"You live to cause trouble"

"Well yes, but not where you're concerned".

"Am I supposed to understand you?"

"You don't need to understand me, you just need to eat your breakfast and trust that I know what I'm doing".

I know it's short, but I'm trying.