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I think she’s mad, Murph.
A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Murphy
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. This is such a bad idea, mused Murphy. He heard the gun release and he watched as Faith tensed, oh, I should really stop this now, before she kills me for it later on. He watched as Faith glare down the barrel of the gun and caught the other man’s eye. The other man noddedore ore he began to pull off his gloves.
. Murphy watched Faith breath deeply and with eyes wide open, she prepared herself for death. Wow, not even a flinch, he thought watching Faith as Conner pulled one of his black gloves off with his teeth, Impressive. Murphy placed his hand over Faith’s causing her to jerk her eyes to his. They shone with some unnamed emotion as she forced a small smile and turned back to the gun. Murphy was stunned by the look that she had just given him. It had been filled with so much sadness and something else, longing perhaps.
. Collecting himself, he cleared his throat as Conner put the gun in his other hand and pulled off his other glove, “Faith, meet Conner MacManus, my twin brother. Conner, this is Faith Carter.”
. Conner put the gun down and pulled off the mask, messing up his tresses, before extending his hand, “Hello, Faith.”
. Murphy watched as Faith’s gaze flew from him to Conner then back to him. I’m so in trouble, Murphy cringed, reprimanding himself for not thinking this totally through, with this one little joke, I may have just ruined Faith’s trust in me. I wish I thought of that possibility sooner, God Murph, you are such a dumb fuck. There was a moment of silence; you could hear the quiet hum of the refrigerator as Murphy could only hold his breath and wait to see how Faith would react to his stupid joke.
. An eternity passed before she turnedk tok to Conner, smiled sweetly and took his extended hand in hers, “It’s nice to meet you, Conner.”
. Conner glared at Murphy as if saying, you know you shouldn’t have done that to the poor girl, but Murphy could tell that Conner’s interest was slightly roused by Faith’s unconventional reaction.
. Murphy turned to Faith about to apologize but she beat him to it, “I know this was all you, Murph, and I should be mad at you, but I’m not. I’m relieved that Conner’s not some crazy guy after you, both of you; so don’t apologize before I do end up wanting to beat you into the ground.”
. Murphy was again rendered speechless; it seemed that Faith had that effect on him. She constantly shocked him; everything about her, from her not-so-girly punches, to her ability to take the pain of resetting bones not with screams, but impish retorts. He retreated into his own thoughts for a bit. God, I’d want to marry a woman like her if I knew I would live long enough to give her the life she deserved, the thought invaded his consciousness before he could stop it. The thought didn’t scare him, in fact it made him rather glum, but he pushed it out of his mind by focusing on what Conner and Faith were talking about.
. “I so so all of this, the things that you did when you saved me, is a mission from God?” asked Faith and when Conner nodded, taking a drag from his cigarette, she continued, “When did you know, I mean, how did you get the Call?”
. “It was the night after Saint Patty’s day and we had gotten into a stupid bar fight the nigeforefore with a couple of fucking Russian wise guys. The came after us that morning and we killed them. Same fucking night, when we stayed in one of the holding cells at the jail, that was when God baptized us in rain and prayer, appointing us as his striking hand. We were to rid the world of evil men,” explained Conner, taking another drag of his cigarette, “Destroy all that which is evil.”
. “So that which is good may flourish,” finished Murphy as he lit his own cigarette. The connection that he shared with his brother was showing. For a second, he had been lost in the memory as Conner was recounting it for Faith. She was enraptured by the story of their Calling, like a little girl who was watching television rather than listening to something more along the lines of a PG13-rated Sunday school story.
. “Are you hungry?” asked Murphy’s twin as he produced a McDonald’s bag from under the table.
. “A bit,” replied Faith as she accepted the breakfast sandwich that Conner offered her, “Thank you, Conner.”
. Conner nodded in response and asked Murphy, holding another sandwich in his direction “And you, Murph?”
. “Aye,” replied Murphy as Conner moved to throw the burger at him but he kept it in his hands, causing Murphy’s arms to jerk upwards as if to catch the flying object without actually doing so. Conner did it a couple of times, much to the embarrassment of Murphy, who fell for it every single time.
. Faith laughed around a mouthful of biscuit and egg as Murphy yelled, frustrated at being on the receiving end of a joke, “Just fucking toss me the God damned sandwich, Conner.”
. “Now you know how I felt, you ass,” pointed out Faith after lowilowing her food, burger poised near her mouth for her next bite.
. His brother just smiled in agreement with Faith as he handed Murphy the burger. Great,, Murphy rolled his eyes, now it’s two against one, but at least Faith seems to be taking everything well. And so has Conner; from saying that he didn’t want her to stay, to agreeing with her. Talk about a 180. Murphy smiled to himself as he opened up his sandwich and took his first bite. They ate in companionable silence as eyes roved from their food to each other’s faces. Whe When each of them was on their second burger, Faith asked, her eyes hid something behind a mask of slight amusement, “So, Murphy, why did you do it?”
. He just stared at her blankly for a second, looked over to Conner and back to her again before shrugging, “Dunno.”
. Murphy watched as Faith raised an eyebrow as she settled her piercing gray eyes in a glare that just dared him to get a rise out of her. Oh, I know why, he thought as he averted his eyes, recalling whad had happened with their best friend, it’s ‘cause you just reminded me of the time that Conner and I scared the shit outta Roc.
. The memory came easily enough. Rocco, or Jafar as his butler nametag stated, had been telling them about this big break that Yakavetta had for him. Kill 2 guys, in and out, that’s all Rocco was supposed to do. But Murphy and Conner had gotten there first, and thank God they did. They had killed 9 men, all Russian Mob bosses and under bosses; by the time Rocco had come knocking with his 6-shooter, there wasn’t anything to do. It was Conner who suggested that they fuck with Rocco, Murphy remembered it clearly; Conner looked like a kid on his birthday, his eyes shone with glee as he checked the peephole, completely unaware of the pain in upcoming weeks due to Rocco’s death by Yakavetta’s hand. When that door opened, Rocco didn’t even know what hit him. Conner had pushed the cart out of the way and Murphd Rod Roc by the hair as the wrestled him to the floor, their guns pointed right at his face. Roc had been so scared as if he would piss his pants. But it was the look on Rocco’s face had been priceless, and worth scaring their friend over.
. At Murphy’s mysterious smirk, Conner put two and two together, “Oy, take note that this wasn’t my idea, at all, but I figure that it’s got something to do with a joke we played on another of our friends.”
. “What do you mean? Which friend?” asked Faith, eyes not leaving his face and Murphy couldn’t help but answer Faith’s questioning gaze.
. “We pulled something like it on Rocco. The look on his face when we had our guns pointed at him was priceless,” replied Murphy as he began to laugh.
. Conner just shook his head, though a smile was firmly placed across his full lips and Faith pinned him with this very predatory look. It actually made him uneasy as his laughs subsided into throat-clearing.
. “So, you wanted to do it for the look on my face?” she asked, eyebrow arched.
. I should tell her the truth, thought Murphy, but she’ll hate me for it. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t, I guess.
. Sighing, Murphy answered, “Yeah, a little.”
. Murphy watched as Faith got up out of her seat and made her way leisurely around the table. She sashayed, slowly and sensually over to him, with a look that was purely female and extremely dangerous.
. His uneasy grew under her piercing gray gaze as Conner just laughed while pointing out the obvious, “I think she’s mad, Murph.”
. “Aye, a bit,” he replied as he got out of his chair and stumbled backwards onto the bed, trying desperately to get away from Faith’s calculated yet oddly arousing advance. Faith took his prone position on the bed as the sign to attack. Murphy couldn’t get out of the way fast enough as Faith jumped on him and was about to hit him again, but then a look crossed her features as her fist went slack. Huh, Murphy though, she’s giving up already. But before he was able to enjoy the slight victory of not getting hit again, the feathery softness of a pillow came down upon his face.
. Murphy tossed the pillow off as Faith just glared at him playfully. With eyebrow raised he waited for her to make the next move and within a blink of an eye Faith and Murphy were going at it with pillows. The pillows kept them from getting too injured as they swung at each other between laughs.
. Conner’s pure laughter broke through Murphy’s pillow-fight adrenaline hazed mind; I haven’t heard that laugh in so long. Conner’s slowly coming around and I have to thank Faith for that. Looking between his brother’s laughing face and Faith’s amusingly concentrated one while dodging the majority of Faith’s pillow attacks, Murphy smiled because like this, life seemed so much better.
A/N: so sorry for the break but now I'm back at school and I'll see if I can get a little more of this done. Thanks for all the reviews, they helped with the motivation and stuff.
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Murphy
. This is such a bad idea, mused Murphy. He heard the gun release and he watched as Faith tensed, oh, I should really stop this now, before she kills me for it later on. He watched as Faith glare down the barrel of the gun and caught the other man’s eye. The other man noddedore ore he began to pull off his gloves.
. Murphy watched Faith breath deeply and with eyes wide open, she prepared herself for death. Wow, not even a flinch, he thought watching Faith as Conner pulled one of his black gloves off with his teeth, Impressive. Murphy placed his hand over Faith’s causing her to jerk her eyes to his. They shone with some unnamed emotion as she forced a small smile and turned back to the gun. Murphy was stunned by the look that she had just given him. It had been filled with so much sadness and something else, longing perhaps.
. Collecting himself, he cleared his throat as Conner put the gun in his other hand and pulled off his other glove, “Faith, meet Conner MacManus, my twin brother. Conner, this is Faith Carter.”
. Conner put the gun down and pulled off the mask, messing up his tresses, before extending his hand, “Hello, Faith.”
. Murphy watched as Faith’s gaze flew from him to Conner then back to him. I’m so in trouble, Murphy cringed, reprimanding himself for not thinking this totally through, with this one little joke, I may have just ruined Faith’s trust in me. I wish I thought of that possibility sooner, God Murph, you are such a dumb fuck. There was a moment of silence; you could hear the quiet hum of the refrigerator as Murphy could only hold his breath and wait to see how Faith would react to his stupid joke.
. An eternity passed before she turnedk tok to Conner, smiled sweetly and took his extended hand in hers, “It’s nice to meet you, Conner.”
. Conner glared at Murphy as if saying, you know you shouldn’t have done that to the poor girl, but Murphy could tell that Conner’s interest was slightly roused by Faith’s unconventional reaction.
. Murphy turned to Faith about to apologize but she beat him to it, “I know this was all you, Murph, and I should be mad at you, but I’m not. I’m relieved that Conner’s not some crazy guy after you, both of you; so don’t apologize before I do end up wanting to beat you into the ground.”
. Murphy was again rendered speechless; it seemed that Faith had that effect on him. She constantly shocked him; everything about her, from her not-so-girly punches, to her ability to take the pain of resetting bones not with screams, but impish retorts. He retreated into his own thoughts for a bit. God, I’d want to marry a woman like her if I knew I would live long enough to give her the life she deserved, the thought invaded his consciousness before he could stop it. The thought didn’t scare him, in fact it made him rather glum, but he pushed it out of his mind by focusing on what Conner and Faith were talking about.
. “I so so all of this, the things that you did when you saved me, is a mission from God?” asked Faith and when Conner nodded, taking a drag from his cigarette, she continued, “When did you know, I mean, how did you get the Call?”
. “It was the night after Saint Patty’s day and we had gotten into a stupid bar fight the nigeforefore with a couple of fucking Russian wise guys. The came after us that morning and we killed them. Same fucking night, when we stayed in one of the holding cells at the jail, that was when God baptized us in rain and prayer, appointing us as his striking hand. We were to rid the world of evil men,” explained Conner, taking another drag of his cigarette, “Destroy all that which is evil.”
. “So that which is good may flourish,” finished Murphy as he lit his own cigarette. The connection that he shared with his brother was showing. For a second, he had been lost in the memory as Conner was recounting it for Faith. She was enraptured by the story of their Calling, like a little girl who was watching television rather than listening to something more along the lines of a PG13-rated Sunday school story.
. “Are you hungry?” asked Murphy’s twin as he produced a McDonald’s bag from under the table.
. “A bit,” replied Faith as she accepted the breakfast sandwich that Conner offered her, “Thank you, Conner.”
. Conner nodded in response and asked Murphy, holding another sandwich in his direction “And you, Murph?”
. “Aye,” replied Murphy as Conner moved to throw the burger at him but he kept it in his hands, causing Murphy’s arms to jerk upwards as if to catch the flying object without actually doing so. Conner did it a couple of times, much to the embarrassment of Murphy, who fell for it every single time.
. Faith laughed around a mouthful of biscuit and egg as Murphy yelled, frustrated at being on the receiving end of a joke, “Just fucking toss me the God damned sandwich, Conner.”
. “Now you know how I felt, you ass,” pointed out Faith after lowilowing her food, burger poised near her mouth for her next bite.
. His brother just smiled in agreement with Faith as he handed Murphy the burger. Great,, Murphy rolled his eyes, now it’s two against one, but at least Faith seems to be taking everything well. And so has Conner; from saying that he didn’t want her to stay, to agreeing with her. Talk about a 180. Murphy smiled to himself as he opened up his sandwich and took his first bite. They ate in companionable silence as eyes roved from their food to each other’s faces. Whe When each of them was on their second burger, Faith asked, her eyes hid something behind a mask of slight amusement, “So, Murphy, why did you do it?”
. He just stared at her blankly for a second, looked over to Conner and back to her again before shrugging, “Dunno.”
. Murphy watched as Faith raised an eyebrow as she settled her piercing gray eyes in a glare that just dared him to get a rise out of her. Oh, I know why, he thought as he averted his eyes, recalling whad had happened with their best friend, it’s ‘cause you just reminded me of the time that Conner and I scared the shit outta Roc.
. The memory came easily enough. Rocco, or Jafar as his butler nametag stated, had been telling them about this big break that Yakavetta had for him. Kill 2 guys, in and out, that’s all Rocco was supposed to do. But Murphy and Conner had gotten there first, and thank God they did. They had killed 9 men, all Russian Mob bosses and under bosses; by the time Rocco had come knocking with his 6-shooter, there wasn’t anything to do. It was Conner who suggested that they fuck with Rocco, Murphy remembered it clearly; Conner looked like a kid on his birthday, his eyes shone with glee as he checked the peephole, completely unaware of the pain in upcoming weeks due to Rocco’s death by Yakavetta’s hand. When that door opened, Rocco didn’t even know what hit him. Conner had pushed the cart out of the way and Murphd Rod Roc by the hair as the wrestled him to the floor, their guns pointed right at his face. Roc had been so scared as if he would piss his pants. But it was the look on Rocco’s face had been priceless, and worth scaring their friend over.
. At Murphy’s mysterious smirk, Conner put two and two together, “Oy, take note that this wasn’t my idea, at all, but I figure that it’s got something to do with a joke we played on another of our friends.”
. “What do you mean? Which friend?” asked Faith, eyes not leaving his face and Murphy couldn’t help but answer Faith’s questioning gaze.
. “We pulled something like it on Rocco. The look on his face when we had our guns pointed at him was priceless,” replied Murphy as he began to laugh.
. Conner just shook his head, though a smile was firmly placed across his full lips and Faith pinned him with this very predatory look. It actually made him uneasy as his laughs subsided into throat-clearing.
. “So, you wanted to do it for the look on my face?” she asked, eyebrow arched.
. I should tell her the truth, thought Murphy, but she’ll hate me for it. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t, I guess.
. Sighing, Murphy answered, “Yeah, a little.”
. Murphy watched as Faith got up out of her seat and made her way leisurely around the table. She sashayed, slowly and sensually over to him, with a look that was purely female and extremely dangerous.
. His uneasy grew under her piercing gray gaze as Conner just laughed while pointing out the obvious, “I think she’s mad, Murph.”
. “Aye, a bit,” he replied as he got out of his chair and stumbled backwards onto the bed, trying desperately to get away from Faith’s calculated yet oddly arousing advance. Faith took his prone position on the bed as the sign to attack. Murphy couldn’t get out of the way fast enough as Faith jumped on him and was about to hit him again, but then a look crossed her features as her fist went slack. Huh, Murphy though, she’s giving up already. But before he was able to enjoy the slight victory of not getting hit again, the feathery softness of a pillow came down upon his face.
. Murphy tossed the pillow off as Faith just glared at him playfully. With eyebrow raised he waited for her to make the next move and within a blink of an eye Faith and Murphy were going at it with pillows. The pillows kept them from getting too injured as they swung at each other between laughs.
. Conner’s pure laughter broke through Murphy’s pillow-fight adrenaline hazed mind; I haven’t heard that laugh in so long. Conner’s slowly coming around and I have to thank Faith for that. Looking between his brother’s laughing face and Faith’s amusingly concentrated one while dodging the majority of Faith’s pillow attacks, Murphy smiled because like this, life seemed so much better.
A/N: so sorry for the break but now I'm back at school and I'll see if I can get a little more of this done. Thanks for all the reviews, they helped with the motivation and stuff.