Definately don't own any part of the Four Brothers stuff (otherwise Jack wouldn'ta died...)... I do own the new characters and the plot surrounding them, though I steal plot points from the movie...

I warn you now that I make a lot of assumptions about things in this fan fic. I did absolutely no research into this story, I've only watched it a couple of time and these are the spewings that erupted afterward

52 miles. The farthest he'd been from Evelyn since she'd taken him in. Amazingly enough, that had been only 10 years before. At times it seemed like he'd always been with her, like they'd always been family.

"Real family," she'd told him all those years ago, "are the people who care for you, the people who protect you, and the people that don't have to 'prove' that they love you in order for you to know it."

That had been back when he was foolish enough to think his blood relatives had given him what he deserved. Now, leaning against the van the band used to lug around their equipment, he took a drag from his cigarette and smiled. Se still did some pretty stupid shit, but it was more 'adult' shit now. Drinking, smoking…etc…

Evelyn worried about him all the time, it was obvious in the way she looked at him when he came through the door (usually early in the morning). He was lucky he'd been able to keep the illegal stuff down to a minimum, or she'd have ripped him to shreds with a glare. Only Evelyn could invoke fear with look, and half the time she probably didn't even realize she was doing it.

A door opened in the alleyway beside the van. Stomping his cigarette Jack heard Alex cry out "Hey Callie, what up my biotch."

All the other band members choked back laughs at the loser comment. Someday he would learn how to speak correctly, but it definitely wasn't going to be soon.

The girl he'd addressed didn't seem all that impressed with his words, content to merely shake her head at him. Everyone was given a quick introduction to her, and she managed to smile at them all, but when Alex threw his arm around her Jack thought he saw her flinch. But his band mate began speaking so he brushed off the curiosity that had sprung up from the tiny movement.

"Callie is really good at convincing her pops to let guys like us drink…"

The girl rolled her eyes and pulled away to prop open the door for them.

The first patrons, and a few groupies, had showed up by the time the guys were set up. Alex took some bottles of beer for the group, but Callie made sure to warn "Just behave yourselves, alright?"

Jack had to smile at that comment. The likelihood of their behaving, alcohol or no, was not good. Alex saw his band mate's amusement as he handed over a bottle and explained "She only lets us drink for free until we act up."

After taking a sip of his beer Jack gave a quick snort of a laugh. "Smart girl."

"Yeah well, she'll get her ass kicked if she's not careful about it like that."

Pretending to ignore the statement the rocker drank again and then finished tuning his cheap-ass guitar.

Their set went well. The groupies screamed enough to make up for the annoyed middle-aged men not fond of their music. All in all an average start to the night.

When they finished Callie provided them with another round of beers and joined them at a table. Alex immediately hefted his feet to a second chair. Leaning back he put his arm around the only girl at the table that was obviously not interested in having any kind of relationship with him. She tensed and kept her back straight against the chair.

Attempting to ignore the dumb whores fawning over them all, Jack leaned forward to interrupt whatever stupid sentence Alex happened to be speaking. "Hey Alex, you ever think that maybe she doesn't want you hanging all over her?"

Shocked, the oblivious boy smirked and asked, "What's the matter Jack-o, you jealous?"

"Yeah, I'm so jealous that she doesn't want to be touched by you. That's always how I want a girl to feel about me."

Callie was trying really hard not to laugh, but even with her lips pressed together her big smile was clear. Alex got all flustered and turned his attention to a bimbo who'd said something along the lines of "I won't mind if you want touch me, Alex" Friggen groupies. Like that loser really needed an ego boost. Jack rolled his eyes and glanced over at their booze-providing friend. She smiled shyly up at him and mouthed "Thank you."

He shrugged, still trying to stop the pathetic women from fawning. Luckily, they had for the most part given up on him, realizing he was too distracted to give them the attention they desired. But as he was released someone called to Callie.

She immediately jumped out of her chair, leaving her drink behind. The man behind the counter beckoned her to take his place as he stepped out to play a game of billiards. He laid his hands on the girls shoulders though she instinctively shrugged away.

Jack then realized he'd curled his fingers into a fist. Though it was rare now, he still had that flinching reaction to some surprise touches. And yet seeing it from someone else made him even more defensive.

The place really wasn't all that busy now, and Callie looked kind of bored just chilling behind the bar. Jack grabbed her abandoned beer and wandered over to join her.

"You forgot something," he joked.

"You sure I didn't leave it there so you could bring it over to me?" she smiled before downing a chug. "You want anything else?"

"You got any Jack?"

She chuckled, obviously remembering his name and asked "Is that a request or the beginning of an offer?"

Jack smirked and shook her head at what she was implying. "At the moment it's just a request."

She blushed a little at the fact he had not downright denied the other part of her inquiry. But she pulled the bottle from the wall and asked, "How do you want it?"

"Well I was hoping you'd join me, so, your choice." Damn, when had he become such a shameless flirt?

"You're starting off with a shot then, 'cause I'm not a big fan of Jack…the drink" she made sure to clear up. He was smirking again as he picked up his little glass. She followed suit and they threw back the heavier alcohol. She instantly refilled his glass, but pushed her own aside in favor of her beer. She sat on a stool hidden behind the bar and leaned on her elbows. Without thinking she took a moment to check on the billiard tables. The man she'd relieved of duty seemed fairly happy, he must have been doing alright.

"He your dad?" Jack asked. She simply nodded. So much for that conversation starter, on to the next choice. "So, Alex seems pretty friendly with you…"

She gave a short laugh and looked bashfully at the countertop. "His brother's band used to play here. He'd come and brag about being the brother of a drummer and all that. I was a stupid girl and took his bragging to mean something."

"And now he won't leave you alone."

"I think you fixed that problem though."

"For now," Jack shrugged.

"No, I think you hurt his pride enough that he wont risk going for it again."

Just then Alex popped up beside Jack, giggling drunkenly, and asked "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

"You."

Jack took his shot and smiled. He and Callie had said the exact same thing just then. Kind of scary considering they'd only known each other for a few hours.

"Yeah, fuck you both," the drummer whined. "Hey Jack-o we gotta pack up. We gotta get Joe home.

"So go pack," Jack brushed off the suggestion. "I'll grab my guitar on the way out."

"You're such a lazy bastard," Alex snarled as he stalked away.

Callie poured Jack another shot before putting the bottle away. Then she drew on the reserves of courage she'd held back, and started a conversation with a near stranger. "So, Alex said all you new guys were from different places. Where're you from?"

Jack explained that when the band wasn't traveling he lived with his mom. When she heard the name of the street she nearly shot beer out her nose. "What?" he asked. "You been there?"

"I go to school 10 minutes from there!"

"Where, Ganner's?"

She nodded.

"How old are you?"

Chuckling at his caution she said, "I'll be 18 in April, and I graduate in June."

"You're 18, go to a rich kid's school and work at a bar…I have to say that is absolutely not what I expected."

"Yeah, well…"

"Jack!" Alex was yelling from across the room. They needed help moving the drum set. Sighing, Jack apologized to Callie. She just shrugged. Her father was kicking people out anyway.