So yeah. I haven't been great. Might be better now, feels like it at least. Just got to be a bit too much there for awhile. Hope you are still with me, I have been worried you all would have taken off for greener hoods lol. It's not that I don't love the movie or the story anymore, I do, this is the story I feel most for out of all the one's I've written. I'm the problem, but I'm dealing with it. If your still with me I'm sending you lots of thanks, and if your not I'm still sending it cause you were here in the first place :) Now off we go then, it's short, but I'm trying hard, I hope you know that.

I don't own Four Brothers.

All the way.

Bobby rubbed his hands together, trying to hide the wince that came from it. He hated this frail body that was barely his anymore. It didn't feel like his. His body was strong and did as he wanted, he didn't know this new weak one, couldn't count on it anymore. He looked over at Jack sitting next to him. He trusted him, there was no doubt about that, and he knew he could hold his own, that wasn't the problem. Or maybe it was. He didn't want it to be Jack's job to look after him, cause that meant he could get in trouble, again, because of him. He wouldn't survive that again.

"Oh now we got you..."

Bobby looked up at Angel's mumbled words and caught sight of the guy from earlier making his way around the garage.

"Where?" Jerry mumbled, eyes trained on the figure now carrying gas tanks into the small building.

Bobby thought for a second and looked at Jack again, a question in his eyes. Jack nodded slowly. "It'll work". Bobby nodded and turned back to the guy now perring around him before entering the garage.

"Maybe you could fill the rest of us in to?" Angel asked leaning forward inbetween the seats.

Bobby smiled. "We'll corner him in the garage".

John smiled slightly as he turned to close the door behind him. Today had been a good day. Getting paid to show a kid a rustbucket of a car wasn't exactly what he called hard work. Of course it was strange, but when you lived in the world he did one was used to strange jobs and even stranger phonecalls. It didn't matter to him, what mattered was getting paid. He turned around and just about jumped a foot in the air when he came face to face with the kid he'd showed the car to earlier.

"Hi"

John was just contemplating his options when three other people showed up behind the kid. The shortest of the bunch stepped forward and came to a stop next to the blonde kid who still hadn't moved his gaze from his own. H let his own eyes flicker to the new one and knew without a doubt that he was screwed.

"About the car, we're not getting it, but I think you could still be of use to us"

The short one's voice just confirmed what he already knew.

If only... There were so many "if only's" in John's world right now that he didn't know where to start. If only his ears could stop ringing so he could focus, if only his right hand wasn't broken, if only he'd been a bit more careful when he took jobs. If only the damned kid could stop hitting him... Yeah, there was a lot about this night he'd change if given the chance, but as it was he wasn't even sure if he would live to see sunrise.

"Ready to talk honey?"

The shortest one mocked him as he had during most of his beating. John found it strange that it wasn't the obvious leader delivering it but hey, who was he to point that out.

"I swear I have no idea who it was, I'm telling the truth!" He couldn't stop the panick from letting itself known on a coughed breath.

"Well I don't believe you, and honestly I don't like you. Something about your face bugs me, or it used to. Looks different now".

Oh he could only imagine the black and blue mass his face would be come morning. If he was still alive to see it.

"I think he's to stupid to talk" One of the other guys pointed out. He'd stood in the background mostly, still a part of the group, but holding a lower profile, but now he stepped forward.

"Impossible" The short one muttered. "Or maybe not"

"Check if he has a phone on him" The other one suggested.

The way the kid searched his pocket and found it exactly 2 seconds later told John that he had been, or would have been a very successful thief. He flipped it open and started scrolling, his face lighting up in what would have been a bright smile during other circumstances.

"We have something".