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Jack's eyes peeled open and instantly shut as he was greeted with the blaring hospital lights. He always hated the hospital. Made him think of death and sickness. His head was thumping and his entire body ached as though he had just run a marathon. And then...Jack's mind ran wild, silent tears pouring down his pale blue eyes that clamped shut. All he remembered was throwing that snowball...and then BANG! Tumbling to the earth...screaming....screaming for Bobby. Oh please hold me Bobby. I'm cold and alone..hold me tight....so dark...so scary...so cold! Don't let go...please! Oh Bobby! Bobby! And then...everything began to fade. Everything...the house...that dinner table...it was all gone...everyone...Jeremiah...Angel...Mom....Bobby....

Jack was ripped from his thoughts by a snore. He jumped slightly, but yelped from the pain and suddeness of the movement, his back arching of the bed from the pain. His eyes focused on the sleeping figure in the chair...Bobby. His savior...his best friend...he meant everything to Jack and so much more.

"Oh...God..." Jack choked out of his dry throat with little volume. How? When? What? Why? So many questions and no answers. But, more than anything, he wanted to be held...to be touched...in that good way that made him feel so warm and bubbly...the way only Bobby could hold him, even though those times were far and few between. "B-bobby..." Jack mustered up with a little bit more bass. He was answered with something between a snarl and snore. And finally, Bobby's eyes opened, blood shot and slightly aggrivated. But, they relaxed as he realized just what was going on.

"Would ya look at that?" Bobby stood up from his assumed postion on the uncomfortable chair and approached Jack's clean white bed. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty woke up...ha. At least I didn't have to kiss your fruity ass." Jack couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The teasing...he loved it...he craved it. "Come on, Jack. Let's get you home, huh?" He patted Jack's messy chocolate locks. Bobby was being...so kind. It was strange, but Jack welcomed it.

"What about....y'know?" Jack asked timidly, knowing that it wouldn't be the smartest thing to ask bluntly about their plans for revenge.

"Taken care of." Bobby replied calmly. Jack exhaled audibly, relieved. Although, he kind of wished he could have been of more help.

Jack would have to be taking it easy...and by taking it easy it meant he laid on the couch wrapped up in as many blankets as possible (even though it was summer) with a beer. He hadn't seen Bobby since he had returned home, assuimg the man was sleeping. He had been greeted by his other two brothers when he had returned. "How long was I out?"

"Six months." Jeremiah replied, sitting at the chair opposite the couch. "We really thought we lost you there. But...no one took it harder than Bobby."

Jack's mind haulted. "What...do you mean?"

"He went beserk on that man. The fucker who shot you. You should've seen the shit. Never though he'd be capable of that with his BARE hands. Never seen so much fucking blood in my life." Angel intervened in the conversation.
"He wouldn't leave your side. As soon as the deed was done, he rushed to the hospital. Not wanting to miss a beat." Jeremiah continued. "You...really mean a lot to him. He may tease you and shit, but...goddamn. He wasn't even that bad when he heard the news about Mom."

"Damn...wow." Was all Jack could choke out.

It was late, the summer heat seeming to make the walls sweat. Bobby sat on the porch, letting the warm breeze caress his stressed skin. He heard footsteps creep behind him. "What are you doing up, Jackie?" He spoke to the taller man, not opening his eyes or changing his postion.

"Wanted to see you...we haven't been alone since the hospital."

"C'mon Jack....don't get all queer on me."

Jack said nothing, but crouched down slightly behind. So close...he wanted to be touched. Please touch me...please hold me...his cloudly blue eyes seemed to say. After being held that way by Bobby when he was so near to death, he desired more. He needed the warmth...the assurance that everything was going to be okay. That...Bobby was there for him. Jack leaned in slowly, almost like an animal stalking its prey...before he wrapped his clothed arms around Bobby's waist, wishing for acceptance, but expecting rejection.

"Shit...Jack." Bobby turned to face the young man whose eyes were spilling over with liquid sadness. To this day, Jack couldn't believe what happened next...he held him. Bobby just held him. "Damn fairy..."

Oh yes...please hold me just like that...keep me close....don't let go...don't ever leave my side. Oh Bobby...you mean so much to me.

"Don't you know you scared the fuck out of me? Don't ever do shit like that again, or I swear..." Bobby said, still keeping Jack tight. The young man buried his face into his brother's chest.

"I won't....promise. I promise I'll be more careful."

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Jack's eyes peeled open and instantly shut as he was greeted with the blaring hospital lights. He always hated the hospital. Made him think of death and sickness. His head was thumping and his entire body ached as though he had just run a marathon. And then...Jack's mind ran wild, silent tears pouring down his pale blue eyes that clamped shut. All he remembered was throwing that snowball...and then BANG! Tumbling to the earth...screaming....screaming for Bobby. Oh please hold me Bobby. I'm cold and alone..hold me tight....so dark...so scary...so cold! Don't let go...please! Oh Bobby! Bobby! And then...everything began to fade. Everything...the house...that dinner table...it was all gone...everyone...Jeremiah...Angel...Mom....Bobby....

Jack was ripped from his thoughts by a snore. He jumped slightly, but yelped from the pain and suddeness of the movement, his back arching of the bed from the pain. His eyes focused on the sleeping figure in the chair...Bobby. His savior...his best friend...he meant everything to Jack and so much more.

"Oh...God..." Jack choked out of his dry throat with little volume. How? When? What? Why? So many questions and no answers. But, more than anything, he wanted to be held...to be touched...in that good way that made him feel so warm and bubbly...the way only Bobby could hold him, even though those times were far and few between. "B-bobby..." Jack mustered up with a little bit more bass. He was answered with something between a snarl and snore. And finally, Bobby's eyes opened, blood shot and slightly aggrivated. But, they relaxed as he realized just what was going on.

"Would ya look at that?" Bobby stood up from his assumed postion on the uncomfortable chair and approached Jack's clean white bed. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty woke up...ha. At least I didn't have to kiss your fruity ass." Jack couldn't help but chuckle to himself. The teasing...he loved it...he craved it. "Come on, Jack. Let's get you home, huh?" He patted Jack's messy chocolate locks. Bobby was being...so kind. It was strange, but Jack welcomed it.

"What about....y'know?" Jack asked timidly, knowing that it wouldn't be the smartest thing to ask bluntly about their plans for revenge.

"Taken care of." Bobby replied calmly. Jack exhaled audibly, relieved. Although, he kind of wished he could have been of more help.

Jack would have to be taking it easy...and by taking it easy it meant he laid on the couch wrapped up in as many blankets as possible (even though it was summer) with a beer. He hadn't seen Bobby since he had returned home, assuimg the man was sleeping. He had been greeted by his other two brothers when he had returned. "How long was I out?"

"Six months." Jeremiah replied, sitting at the chair opposite the couch. "We really thought we lost you there. But...no one took it harder than Bobby."

Jack's mind haulted. "What...do you mean?"

"He went beserk on that man. The fucker who shot you. You should've seen the shit. Never though he'd be capable of that with his BARE hands. Never seen so much fucking blood in my life." Angel intervened in the conversation.
"He wouldn't leave your side. As soon as the deed was done, he rushed to the hospital. Not wanting to miss a beat." Jeremiah continued. "You...really mean a lot to him. He may tease you and shit, but...goddamn. He wasn't even that bad when he heard the news about Mom."

"Damn...wow." Was all Jack could choke out.

It was late, the summer heat seeming to make the walls sweat. Bobby sat on the porch, letting the warm breeze caress his stressed skin. He heard footsteps creep behind him. "What are you doing up, Jackie?" He spoke to the taller man, not opening his eyes or changing his postion.

"Wanted to see you...we haven't been alone since the hospital."

"C'mon Jack....don't get all queer on me."

Jack said nothing, but crouched down slightly behind. So close...he wanted to be touched. Please touch me...please hold me...his cloudly blue eyes seemed to say. After being held that way by Bobby when he was so near to death, he desired more. He needed the warmth...the assurance that everything was going to be okay. That...Bobby was there for him. Jack leaned in slowly, almost like an animal stalking its prey...before he wrapped his clothed arms around Bobby's waist, wishing for acceptance, but expecting rejection.

"Shit...Jack." Bobby turned to face the young man whose eyes were spilling over with liquid sadness. To this day, Jack couldn't believe what happened next...he held him. Bobby just held him. "Damn fairy..."

Oh yes...please hold me just like that...keep me close....don't let go...don't ever leave my side. Oh Bobby...you mean so much to me.

"Don't you know you scared the fuck out of me? Don't ever do shit like that again, or I swear..." Bobby said, still keeping Jack tight. The young man buried his face into his brother's chest.

"I won't....promise. I promise I'll be more careful."