|Protect me from what I want
Author: Pure Black PM
A few weeks has passed since the shooting, Jack survived but he isn't acting like normal. His brothers are trying to get through to him. Suddenly Jack becomes Bobby's shadow, and he is rarely seen without Bobby. What does Jack want?Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,993 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 09-25-06 - Published: 07-01-06 - id: 3020099
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PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT
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Author note: This is very short, sorry.
"Hey fairy," Bobby yelled when he saw Jack walking out the front door. Bobby was currently outside, laying down the finishing touch on the house. Since the shooting they had repaired windows, doors and walls to their ordinary state.
"Shut up, Bobby," Jack responded as usual and lit a cigarette.
"Don't let Ma see you with that, she's been overprotective of you since you came home from the hospital," Bobby warned him and went back to work. Jack shrugged and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like 'she's not the only one', but he couldn't be sure. There was a silence while Jack silently smoked his cigarette and Bobby worked on a piece of wood. Therefore the shock became all the greater when Jack finally spoke.
"I'm leaving to Los Angeles." It took Bobby a couple of seconds to comprehend that simple sentence.
"What?" he asked with disbelief. Jack shrugged non committed and didn't look very comfortable under Bobby's gaze.
"I said I'm leaving," he murmured.
"What, are you insane, I mean WHAT?" Bobby shouted and threw down a hammer on the ground, not even caring he almost hit his own foot. "You can't leave now, not after all we've been through. You're not even restored yet!" he shouted, not caring about all the other people on the street.
"I have to," Jack said quietly.
"Oh really? Tell me why is that Jackie?" he asked in an upset voice.
"I just have to, alright? It's none of your damn business anyway! I have a life!" Jack snarled. Bobby stood back and glared at him. He forced himself to take a deep breath. Everyone had always told him he was a hot head with a short temper, and he really didn't want to blow off right now.
"Jack, just think about this, alright? How are you supposed to travel all that way, weak as you are?" Jack was about to respond but Bobby stopped him with his hand. "Everything is not alright Jack, and you know it. What is it, what do you need to get back to that badly?" He really wondered what it could be, that made Jack defy everything and go back. Jackie had been very clingy since he got back from the hospital, so if he actually wanted to leave it must be something bad.
"I said that is none of your business!"
"Well I make it mine!" Bobby said, a very typical thing for him. His brothers business was his business, End of story.
"Not this time Bobby just let me go. I'll be back," Jack said, and to Bobby's ears he didn't sound too sure. What could Jack possibly have gotten himself into this time? The last time when he had refused to talk it turned out he was prostituting himself, and even if it had only lasted for a few weeks Bobby would never forget how he felt when he found out. He had almost killed every one who had touched his Jack. It hadn't been Jack's fault either, well, OK maybe, but not like that. During that last time Jack had gotten into debt with a drug dealer after he had been unable to pay for his stuff, so he had had to find a way to earn quick money and pay it back before he got a bullet in his head.
"It's not…" he began and Jack seemed to read his mind.
"No, nothing like that," he said quickly and fiddled with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He never really liked to talk about that event.
"Then what is it? You can tell me! I'll even help you if you're in trouble," he offered. Jack grimaced. "What?" Bobby asked insulted.
"You, helping Bobby? That's calling for a disaster."
"It is not!" he said.
"It is and you know it, didn't you once tell me denying things are bad?" Jack asked him and quickly darted inside. Bobby shook his head. "This isn't over!" he yelled at the closed door. "Damn it!" he shouted as he realized Jack had manipulated him into forgetting the issue for a minute. He would get back to that later, he decided. Maybe even speak to Jerry and Angel about it. Yes, I will, he decided.