Sooooo guess who's finally been to Detroit?! :D

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"Did you kill them?"

Jack's voice was soft, almost a whisper against Bobby's clothed shoulder. They were still seated on the couch, Jerry and Angel long since having gone to their rooms for the night. Bobby had put on a movie, and put a blanket over Jack who hadn't spoke for at least an hour. He'd been sure he was asleep, but there was no denying the soft whisper.

He hesitated before answering, and when he did the words were quiet, subdued.

"Yeah"

It was quiet for a while before he continued.

"Me and Jerry did"

"I'm sorry" Jack whispered, head still pressed against his shoulder.

"Don't be. We had to. That bastard would never have stopped coming after you, couldn't take the chance".

"But you don't like killing"

Bobby wondered where Jack had picked up on that.

"I don't mind it when it's necessary, and it was"

Jack was wrong though. The few times he'd had to take someone's life he hadn't enjoyed it sure. It had been an means to an end, necessary to survive. And he guessed this had been like that as well because it was true what he told Jack. That bastard would have never stopped, so Bobby had to stop him. For Jack's safety. But, this time was different. This time he had enjoyed it, and it was keeping him up while he'd thought Jack was asleep.

"He hurt me. Before"

Bobby knew that. Had of course picked up on the words and the man's suggestive body language as well as Jack's fear. He knew without being told exactly what that scum had done to his brother, and he'd died for it. Because it was true that Dipshit Billy just would have kept coming unless they stopped him, but he would have been dead anyway Bobby figured. It was nagging though in the back of his head, the pleasure he'd felt when he'd heard that satisfying crack when he twisted the man's head.

He'd never liked it before.

Never before now.

"I know. He never will again. No one will"

"Is Green gonna come by again?"

Jack's intense dislike of Green was not a well kept secret in the Mercer house, and especially not to Green, who already had been on the receiving end of many snarky replies from Jack. Bobby had asked him about it several times, but hadn't been able to get a straight answer from the little fairy. While none of the Mercer brothers were fond of the cops, Jack had an open kind of dislike that had surprised his brothers right from the start. Jack was usually so quiet, but when Green or any other cop was around he hurled insults like he swung a bat. Bobby knew there was a story there, but Jack wasn't ready to tell. The only thing he knew was that it wasn't Green personally, it was what he represented which was at least a small comfort. It would have sucked if he had to kill a friend, even if it was a dubious friendship at best. Sucked yeah, but he would have done it.

That was the other thing that was keeping him up tonight. Was there anything he wouldn't do for Jack?