So I'm John Lawrence's son

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Daniel stood in his living room, his bags from the day still in his hands, his eyes fixed on Jack, his bandaged arm stained with dried blood contrasting with the soft light of the TV paused on Smallville . Amanda stood beside him, her arms crossed, her gaze going from Sam to Jack as the silence weighed heavily. "Jack?" Daniel asked, his tone thick with surprise and suspicion. "What happened to you? Where did you get hurt, kid?"

Sam stood beside the couch, his blue eyes wide, his voice firm but strained. "He got hurt in a fight, Dad. I brought him here to help."

Daniel frowned, taking a step forward, concern hardening his expression. "In a fight? With who? And why? This has to do with Cobra Kai, doesn't it?"

"It was with Tory and some of the others from Cobra Kai," Sam replied, his blue eyes flashing as he looked at his father. "They attacked us in the parking lot behind the school. But it wasn't Jack's fault, he was trying to help me!"

Amanda interrupted, her brown eyes narrowing as she stepped closer. "Tory again? Sam, I told you yesterday that this thing with Jack and Cobra Kai was going to be trouble. And now he's here, hurt, in our living room? What's really going on?"

Jack looked up from the couch, his face pale with pain, but his voice firm despite its low tone. "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just… I didn't want to leave her alone against them." He paused, his green eyes meeting Daniel's for a moment before looking away. "And I want to get out of Cobra Kai. It doesn't make sense to me anymore."

Daniel paused, surprise softening his expression for a moment. "Leave? Why now? What's changed?"

Jack shrugged with his good arm, his tone dry. "After today, I saw that it's not about fighting anymore. It's just confusion. It's not what I want." He kept the rest to himself—the guilt of being in a dojo that brought only pain, of being with Sam while others suffered—but the weight was in the green eyes that returned to the paused TV.

Amanda looked at Daniel, her arms uncrossing as she spoke. "He needs to go home and rest, Sam, help him." 

"He's in no condition to go now, Mom," Sam snapped, his voice firm. "Look at him! I brought him here to help, let him stay until he gets a little better."

Daniel took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on Jack, suspicion mixed with reluctance. "Okay," he said, his tone hard. "But it won't stay like this. I'm going to talk to Johnny about what's going on with this dojo." He dropped his bags on the floor and walked upstairs with Amanda in tow, leaving Sam and Jack in the living room, the weight of the conversation hanging between them.

Sam sat back down on the couch, her blue eyes softening as she looked at Jack. "Are you okay to stay a little longer?" she asked, her voice low.

"Sure, I'm fine, I can handle it," he replied calmly, adjusting his bandaged arm on the pillow as the series continued to pause on the screen.

That afternoon, at the Cobra Kai dojo, Tory Nichols was wiping off the sweat from her morning workout, her narrowed eyes fixed on the punching bag as Kyler and Hawk approached, the atmosphere thick with tension. The fight in the parking lot was still burning in her head—Miguel's intervention, Sam's resistance, the way Jack had taken a beating and not given up. "They think they can just walk away like nothing happened," she said, her fists clenched as she glared at Kyler. "It won't be like that."

Kyler, who had only recently joined Cobra Kai a few days ago, smirked. "We'll pick her up after school tomorrow. Get this over with."

Hawk shook his head, his red mohawk bouncing as he leaned against the dojo wall. "No, you have to be smarter. Wait for her to be alone, off the radar. Maybe at the Miyagi-Do dojo. Get her where you think she's safe."

Tory nodded, her cold smile returning. "That's it. We'll go to her practice exit. And Sullivan… if he shows up, even better. They'll feel it." She ignored Miguel's attempt to talk to her earlier—he'd stopped by the dojo a moment ago, trying to make conversation, but she'd cut him off with a glare—her anger rising as she walked away from the corner of the dojo, her clenched fists promising more than words.

That same day, at the juvenile hall, Robby Keene stood in the exit area, hands in his pockets as he waited. He had been released earlier than expected—good behavior, a surprise even to himself, after months of keeping his head down and staying out of trouble. The door opened, and Johnny Lawrence appeared, his eyes tired but alert, his worn leather jacket a stark contrast to the sterile surroundings.

"Come on, kid," Johnny said, his tone dry but with a hint of relief as he gestured to the car parked outside. Robby followed in silence, his green eyes fixed on the ground, his mind whirling with the school rumors he had heard before he was arrested and Sam's unanswered emails.

In the car, the silence hung heavy until Robby turned to Johnny, his narrowed eyes flashing with suppressed anger. "So, Jack Sullivan," he said, his voice low but sharp. "He's my brother, right? And you never told me anything. I'm free now, so tell me the truth. Don't beat around the bush."

Johnny took a deep breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he kept his eyes on the road, the weight of the question falling on him like a stone. "Yeah, Robby," he said, his voice hoarse, hesitating before continuing. "Jack Sullivan is my son. Your half-brother. I… I had an affair with his mother. I didn't know about it until a while ago, when he told me. He grew up without me, like you. But now he's here, at school, in Cobra Kai… and with Sam."

Robby was silent, his chest tightening as the revelation echoed in his mind. He'd suspected it—and Sam, the way she'd stopped responding, the pieces she'd put together in her head—but hearing it from Johnny was like a final punch. Jack, the guy he "hated", who had "stolen" Sam, was his brother, and Johnny had never told him before. Johnny continued, his voice lower.

"He didn't get kicked out of school, you know? That big fight before you came here... he got the worst of it, he was all broken. The principal was going to kick everyone out—you, him, the others. But Jack said not to kick anyone out, that everyone had problems. He didn't start that fight, and neither did you...

Robby looked away, his green eyes fixed on the window as the car drove through the streets of Reseda. He already knew the truth in his head, but he wanted to be sure, and now it was there, raw and heavy. Jack wasn't just the guy who'd stolen Sam—he was the brother who'd suffered because of him, who carried the same burden of an absent father who hadn't thrown him away like he'd imagined. The anger he felt was mixed with something new—confusion, maybe guilt, maybe an emptiness he couldn't name. What do I do now? he thought, his fists clenched in his lap. Confront Jack? Sam? Or just move on, as if he could ignore what Johnny had just thrown at him?

"Where are we going?" he asked, his voice dry, breaking the silence.

"Home," Johnny replied, his tone hesitant. "But… you decide what you want to do next."

Robby didn't answer, his green eyes fixed on the horizon as he thought about Jack—the brother he didn't know, but who now had a face, a history, and a role he didn't know how to face.