Here we go, next chapter, hope you like it :) And thank you so much for the reviews, they make my day! :) Lyrics come from Lykke Li's song "Tonight", if you haven't heard it I really think you should, it's amazing.

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He always knew what he was prepared to do if it came down to it. When it does he's not sorry, not thinking, just reacting.

"So, where's the crazy one tonight?" When Bobby received no answer from Angel he chuckled. "Off again then? Come on Angel, how long are you two gonna do this dance huh? On off, on off?"

"You don't understand"

"Damn right I don't understand. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You'll understand one day" Came the wise reply.

"Doubt it" Bobby took another swig of beer and shook his head sadly. Honestly.

…

"Hey"

Jack looked up and found Jerry leaning his head in through his partly opened door. He frowned as he realized that he hadn't even heard him open it. "Hey".

Jerry sauntered in and took the seat usually occupied by Bobby. "You writing?"

Jack looked down at the blank paper next to him and shook his head. "Sorry about your treehouse".

Jerry chuckled. "Should have known Bobby wouldn't be able to leave it be"

"He didn't mean to make you upset, it's just..." Jack trailed off, not sure how to explain his oldest brothers recent actions.

"Who he is" Jerry had no such problems. "I know" After a few seconds silence he added; "I'll get him back".

Jack grinned a little and nodded. "He'll like that"

His brother laughed and got to his feet. "Maybe you should change" Jack looked down at his shirt, more gray than white now. "you look like Oliver Twist". The last part was said with a small grin, the inside joke as common as it was true. They were all Oliver's at one point or another.

Jerry left, closing the door behind him and Jack was left in silence. He sighed and pushed his notebook and guitar aside and stood and stretched. His left hand out of habit drifting down to the place where the shirt had ridden up to expose skin, his fingers drifted over the scar there, now smooth and not raised and angry as it had been. He couldn't feel it anymore, yet his fingers knew exactly where it was. In his mind that place was just a little bit colder than the rest of him. A shiver raced down his spine and his eyes were drawn to the partly open window. He walked over slowly, stopping and letting his fingers play across the window, only seeing his own reflection staring back at him. It was getting dark outside now, and he always wanted everything closed when it did. He never did like the dark.

Watch my back so I make sure, you're right behind me as before, yesterday the night before tomorrow, dry my eyes so you won't know, dry my eyes so I won't show, I know you're right behind me

A knock made him turn just in time to see Bobby open the door and stepping inside. He took one look at the frightened look on Jack's face and immediatly took the few steps seperating them. "What's wrong?"

Jack willed his heartbeat to slow down and tried to speak. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong I was just... closing the window".

Bobby gave him a look that showed how stupid he thought that sounded and pushed him lightly away to peer out into the darkness. When he didn't see anything out of the ordinary he turned again to silently observe as his little brother flitted around the room, trying to find a clean shirt. "You gonna be able to sleep?"

Jack looked up, a startled look in his eyes that made Bobby's stomach turn into knots. "Yeah, yeah I think so". Probably not.

Bobby didn't believe him either, but he didn't want to push him right now, not when he had that look in his eyes. So he just nodded and walked over to the door, pausing. "I'll be downstairs".

"You should probably talk to Jerry" Jack adviced, emerging from a pile of laundry with a clean shirt in his hand.

Bobby shook his head, since when was everyone else better at socially accepted behaviour than him? "Fine". After hesitating for a second he closed the door before leaving and bumping into Jerry at the head of the stairs.

"Jer" When he didn't answer he followed him down. "Come on Jerry".

"You piss me off just by talking" Was the only reply he got before Jerry disappaered into the kitchen. Just then something Jack called music and Bobby called 'shitty noise designed to make him writhe in agony' started, making the oldest groan. Not for the first time Bobby wished there had never been a band called Sex Pistols. What the fuck was that about anyway?

"Welcome to the club" Angel mumbled from the couch.

"Shut it Angela" Bobby pointed at him.

"That the best you could come up with? Angela?"

"Oh I'll show you my best" Bobby rubbed his fist with a grin and stepped towards the couch while Angel got up with his own grin.

A knock on the door made Bobby pause in his step and chuckle lightly. "Lucky" He quipped at Angel before walking over to answer it.

"You keep telling yourself that" Angel grinned, pointing at Bobby's retreating back.

Bobby only shook his head and grimached at the music making the walls of the house shake. "Jack! Turn it down!" There was no reply and no music lessening in degree and Bobby wanted to go back in time and smash Jack's CD player the day it was bought by Angel. With a muted curse he pulled the door open to see two unfamiliar faces looking back at him.

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Don't you let me go, let me go tonight

Jack looked at the mess that was his room as Sid roared his outrage at the world around him. Ma was right when she told him it looked like someone hadn't cleaned it in years. Reluctantly he started piling all the dirty laundry in the basket before gathering his schoolbooks strewn around the floor. Well at least he'd taken them home, even if he didn't open them.

…

"Yeah?" Bobby asked, impatience coloring his voice. His gaze swept over the guys standing on his porch with a raised brow, everything from the way they held themself to the cold eyes - and alarm bells went off in his head. His hand twitched in an urge to reach into the back of his jeans for something he knew wasn't there. His grip on the doorhandle hardened and so did his eyes. They still hadn't spoken. "I think you have the wrong house" His voice was calm, but cold, the warning obvious.

That seemed to wake the guys up from whatever spell they were under. One of them took a step forward as he reached for something behind him. "I think we're at just the right one".

Bobby didn't need the second it took for the words to reach his brain before he tried to slam the door shut, the other one quickly sticking his arm and foot in. He cursed. "Angel! Jerry!" He slammed his shoulder against the door, trying to push it shut with the help of his bodyweight. He pushed against it with his shoulder and grabbed onto the arm wedged between and pulled it sharply to the side, making the owner curse and scream, but before he could hear that satiesfying crack he was forced to let go as the other pushed even harder against the door. Then Jerry was there throwing his weight at the door, making the man howl in agony and drag his arm out while the other one cursed. Bobby never saw Angel come running, he just saw him launch a kick at the leg still wedged in between, and suddenly there wasn't nearly as much pressure from the other side and with another kick the man fell back and they slammed the door shut, Bobby locking it quickly.

"What the fuck!"

"What the hell, who were these guys?" Angel panted.

"Fuck if I know" Bobby dragged a hand through his hair. "I need my gun". He started towards the stairs intent on getting the gun from his room, that God awful music still blaring. "Jack!" He started to run, the thought of his youngest brother making his heart beat harder in his chest, but he came to a quick stop as a thought flashed through his head. "The backyard".

Angel and Jerry's eyes widened as the same thought hit them. The door from the kitchen to the backyard. The one they weren't even sure was locked. Jerry took two steps towards the kitchen before he stopped.

"Don't move or I'll blow your head clean off"