Title: Save Him

Pairing: mentioned Jack/Bobby

Summary: Jerry has a visit of his own with Bobby. Follow up series to "Visiting Day", might want to read that first, but could be read alone.

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I do not own Four Brothers…..duh. Title from Justin Nozuka- song fit situation.

A/N: Story starts 9 months after visit from "Visiting Day"

Part 1:

"Mercer, you have a visitor." Bobby looked up from his bed to the dark-haired man in front of him. James was about the only cop Bobby actually liked or respected. Jackie liked him, so Bobby thought he could too. Bobby got out of bed and turned his back to James so the officer could cuff him before he left for the visiting room.

"Jack normally comes later in the week," Bobby said, turning his head to the side to be heard.

"Jack ain't out there, it's your other brother," James replied, pushing Bobby slightly forward so he could open the cell.

"Which one?"

"The one with the kids."

"Oh, Jerry," there was a little disappointment in his voice. Bobby was happy to be getting a visit from his brother, but he couldn't help but wish it was Jack.

"Seems like a nice guy, a family guy, kind of guy I wouldn't have to escort to a visiting room."

Bobby snorted. "Yeah, Jerry's the good one alright. But being good is overrated, I prefer to be a badass- you have a lot more fun that way." James just chuckled to himself. The two walked the rest of the way to Jeremiah in comfortable silence.

Bobby looked around the visiting room with a slight scowl on his face. The yellow painted walls were suppose to calm him, but only made him nauseous and served to piss him off. The bay windows giving him a clear view of the outside seemed to taunt him, 'you're stuck in here asshole'.

"Bobby, my man!" Jeremiah called out. Bobby smiled and pulled his brother into a hug. He hadn't seen Jerry in awhile, so this was nice.

"Sorry I haven't been in here in a few weeks, but I had a lot going on with work and the girls."

"Forget about it." The men took a seat across from each other.

"How long you got left?"

"I get out in about two weeks, providing I don't fuck up."

Jerry let out a sigh. "So what, another month at least?"

"Cute. No, I'm getting out on time. I'm sick of being locked up for petty shit, nothing is worth being in this hell hole."

"Good, I'm glad Jack finally knocked some sense into you." Jerry smiled.

"Jack didn't do nothing, I've just matured is all."

Jerry tried to hide his laugh. "Bobby Mercer mature, yea right."

Bobby frowned. "Fuck you, I am mature."

Jerry started laughing. "Yes you are," he sung mockingly.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So, how is my little fairy doing?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Jack? Jack's been doing better. There was that one time a while back that he was pretty messed up, but he's doing good now. I take it his 'depression' spell had something to do with you?"

Bobby could feel himself getting upset. "Why the hell would you say that?"

"Because it always does. It's always the same- you're in jail, Jack's depressed, you do something to make him feel better, you get out- but fuck up, you get thrown back in, and the cycle starts again." said Jerry. "So what'd you do this time, because I know Jack wouldn't have been that upset over you in jail, he's use to that."

Bobby set his lips into a thin line, hoping to send the message he did not feel like disclosing anything about his relationship with Jack to Jerry. "It's none of you goddamn business."

Jerry sighed. "Well whatever you did it fucked him up. He barely ate for a month, and he was drinking bad too. You had to have noticed when he came in here."

"I noticed he looked a little rough." Bobby lied. Truthfully after a pretty bad visit back in November, Jack didn't come and see him for about two months, but of course Bobby had made the necessary sappy phone calls to get him to come back.

"A little rough? Jack looked like he could fit into one of my girls pants, and he-" Jerry paused when he noticed the vein in Bobby's forehead beginning to throb, signaling he was trying not to loose his patience, "Listen, I don't know what goes on between you and Jack, and like you said before, it's none of my business, but just know that if I see him like that again, you won't be the only one in here.'

Bobby narrowed his eyes. " Don't threaten me, especially over shit you know nothing about."

" I know you don't treat him right, I know Ma would roll over in her grave if she knew how you were treating Jack, the only person who loves you enough to put up with you."

Bobby softened a bit at the mention of Evelyn. "You said Jack's good now, so why are you bitchin'?"

"'Cuz I know you have some pull over him that keeps him coming back, and now that he's finally happy I don't want you to mess with that."

"Ever thought he's happy because of me?"

Jerry let out a cold laugh that sounded more like it came form Bobby. "Let him go Bobby, he's not happy with you, he's just afraid of being without you."

Bobby could feel his anger reaching a level he wouldn't be able to control. "If he hated me so much he would have left. I mean, I'm in here, it's not like I can fucking stop him from fucking around on me."

"Yes you can."

"No I fucking can't!" Bobby screamed. "Jackie's with me 'cuz he loves me, and I love him and he's mine, so quit trying to fucking break us up!" Bobby was red in the face and his fist were balled tightly by his legs, leaving a stinging running through his palms.

"He can't even see anyone else without fucking thinking about your feelings and how it would effect you! I'm sure you aren't thinking about Jack and how much you 'love him' when you're banging some random chick to prove how much of a man you are." Jerry spat.

Bobby paled. "What?"

"Yeah, I know you cheat on him Bobby, I also know about-"

"No, no," Bobby cut him off. "What did you say about 'seeing anyone else'?"

Jerry froze. Shit. He hadn't meant for that to slip, but it was good for Bobby to know Jack was seeing someone- that Bobby couldn't just treat him like shit anymore.

"Um, yeah, Jack's been hanging with this guy Derrick. He's a good guy, doesn't drink, do drugs, or shit that could end in jail time. Plus he's into the whole rocker thing like Jack….."

Bobby had zoned out after hearing the guy's name. He couldn't believe Jack would do this to him. That fucking fairy slut. Fuck Jack, and his fuck buddy Derrick. It wasn't like everyone in his life hadn't fucked him over. But not Jack, his sweet Jackie, he was suppose to be different, he was suppose to be with him forever and not fuck up like this.

"Bobby, are you okay?" Jerry asked cautiously. Bobby was way too calm for his taste. Angry Bobby was almost a relief, he was expected and predictable, but you never knew what to expect with calm Bobby.

"Yeah, peachy." Bobby replied nonchalantly, and he was, because he knew he was getting out in two weeks, and this Derrick kid was going to be seriously fucked.