I don't own Four brothers.
He felt numb, and maybe he was.
"Jack. Give me the gun"
Blue eyes met brown ones, and he took the few steps separating him from his brother slowly, the hand holding the gun lifting and then the weight of it was gone from his hand.
"Back up Jackie"
He did, flinching when Bobby pistolwhipped Billy across the cheek, causing the other man to slump to the floor, out like a light. The sound of knuckled hitting flesh told him that his other brothers were delivering something similar to Frank.
He blinked and when he opened his eyes again the two men were bound tightly, still out. How long had he closed his eyes? As always he looked to Bobby, who was inspecting the gun in his hand, quietly talking to Angel and Jerry. As if sensing his eyes on him Bobby looked up and took the steps separating them, and placed a hand at the base of his neck.
"You okay?"
"What are we gonna do?" His voice trembled.
"Nothing that you need to worry about Jack, just… Just stay here, okay?"
"No! Please don't go, please I don't wanna be alone"
The panic came back full force and Angel came up on his other side.
"No, no Jack, look I'm going to stay with you, okay?"
Bobby nodded and gestured for Jerry to help lug their unwelcome visitors out the door.
"We'll be back in a while okay, Jack?"
He nodded.
Later that evening he was seated on the couch, Angel next to him, when Bobby and Jerry walked in. Angel got up without a word, clapping Bobby on the shoulder as he and Jerry retired to the kitchen.
"Hey"
"Hi" Jack leaned against him, sighing in relief when Bobby put his arm around his shoulder.
"Wanna talk?"
He shook his head slowly. "No".
They were quiet for a while before Jack lifted his head, his eyes meeting Bobby's serious ones.
"Are they gone?"
"Yes"
"I'm glad"