CHAPTER SIX

A/N: An update! How long has it been? A few months? I borrowed a few scenes from the movie. The Blues Brothers aren’t mine. Sadly.

Elwood climbed out of the car and waited for Jake to come out. It’s been a whole week and the day had finally arrived. The gates opened and there he was.

The brothers hugged briefly before setting off. They sat in comfortable silence before Jake asked:

“ What’s this?” he tried lightening his cigarette with the car’s cigarette lighter but it wasn’t working. He promptly threw it out the window before finding his own.

“ What?” Elwood asked. He’d been thinking about Megan and the vision of her vanished as Jake interrupted his thoughts.

“ This car. This stupid car…the Caddy...where's the Caddy?”

“ The what?”

“ The Cadillac we used to have. The Bluesmobile.”

“ I traded it.”

There was a pause. “ You traded the Bluesmobile for this?” Jake sounded stunned.

“ No…for a microphone.” Jake considered this for a minute.

“Okay, I can see that, but what the hell is this?”

“ This was a bargain. I picked it up at the Mt. Prospect City Police auction last spring. It's an old Mt. Prospect Police car-they were practically giving them away.”

“ Well, thank you pal.” Jake glared at Elwood ,” The day I get out prison, my own brother picks me up in a police car.”

“ You don’t like it?” Elwood was offended.

“ No-I don’t like it.”

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Jake didn’t know what was going on with his brother. First he traded in their Cadillac for a stupid police car, told him he didn’t stay in touch with the band because they had broken up, then he had forced him to go see the Penguin. And he was quieter then usual.

Jake nursed his knuckles as Elwood opened the door to his room. The Penguin and given them both a hard time-something about making a move towards redemption or some shit like that.

“ It ain’t much.” Elwood glanced around the room. He hadn’t been back in awhile. He’d mostly been living in the motel room Megan had rented. “ But it’s home.”

Jake sat down on the cot and Elwood handed him a bottle of wine.

.” Jake said as Elwood placed a piece of bread on his single hotplate.

“ What are you doing?” Jake asked.

“ Making dinner. Want some?”

“ No. “ We gotta get the band back together”

What about Megan? Elwood wanted to ask but kept quiet about Megan. Megan was his and did not feel like sharing her with anybody.

“ I’ll quit work first thing.” He promised Jake.

“ And how are you going to get to work Mr. Hotrodder, Mr. Leadfoot? Those cops took your license away .They got your name, your address-“

“ No, they ain’t got my address. I falsified my renewal. I put down 1060 West Addison.”

“ 1060 West Addison? That’s Wrigley’s Field.” Jake made himself comfortable on his bed.

“ Hey you sleaze-my bed!” Elwood exclaimed but Jake was fast asleep. He threw a blanket over him and started to eat his toast. Then he had an idea. Jake would be asleep for the rest of the night. He could go see Megan and come back before he woke up in the morning. Jake wouldn’t even notice he was gone.