A/N: Finis. ;) My first chaptered story that I have actually ended!

The clock read 1:27 in red lights. Bobby's mind was still too hazy and nightmare-ridden to recognize the numbers, but the lights triggered something in his memory. He muttered Jack's name and swung his legs over the side of the bed, half-jogging, half-stumbling to Jack's room. He paused just before he opened the door and then turned the knob, his eyes afraid of what he might see. Jack, a bloody mess like in his dreams. Jack, too scared to talk or say anything. Jack, his eyes empty and hopeless. Jack…sleeping soundly, arms flung up over his head and legs tangled in the blankets in sweet abandon.

Bobby sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes before quietly sitting on the edge of Jack's bed. His eyes swept Jack's figure, catching on the bruising near his jaw and the butterfly bandages near his temple. Evelyn had been told the whole story before they left with Lt. Green and was ready with a First-Aid kit when they came home. Still, there were some things that Band-Aids didn't always heal. His glance fell on the bruise on Jack's neck where the gun had been pressed and his nightmare came back to him in a rush. "Jackie, you're fine," he whispered, leaning over to press his forehead against Jack's, needing to feel his warm breath against his face. "It's okay." The words might have been directed at his little brother, but it was Bobby who needed their comfort and the calming touch of that feathery hair under his hand.

"I know, Bobby," came Jack's sleep-slowed whisper. Bobby felt Jack wince when his hand touched the cut near his temple but he didn't pull away. Instead he put a hand up to try and hug Bobby. In his sleepy state, he was only able to reach up to Bobby's shoulder, but it was enough.

Bobby swallowed back the tears that would have been such a relief to sob out and replied, "Right, kid. Sleep well, Jack."

Jack mumbled something incomprehensible and Bobby smiled, touching Jack's hair one last time before he got up and returned to his bedroom. He rolled back into bed and closed his eyes. It was okay; everything was fine and would heal. Jack was found. In the dark, Bobby silently promised, I will never lose you again.