The three shall spread their blackened wings…

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

Naoi

. Conner was out getting food and callSmecSmecker, she was naked in the bathroom and Murphy sat at the edge of the bed with his head hanging low. He still couldn’t get over what they had done to her. It was as if he had seen a glimmer of the pain that they had inflicted when he had to reset her shoulder and nose. He was almost having sympathy pains. He shook his head, why the fuck am I getting so attached to her? I don’t even know her name? His head shot up at the fact as he scoffed at himself, I don’t even know her fuckin name? Murphy swore under his breath as he made his way to the tiny fridge to grab a beer, but as he opened the door he remembered that it was empty. Murphy sighed loudly as he flopped himself across one of the beds. This was turning out to be one hell of a boring day. He lay his arm ac his his eyes and let his mind drift. Home; the rolling green hills and the sparkling clear blue water of the stream that he and Conner used to play in as boys, Ma yelling at them to wash up for dinner or do their homework. Murphy could feel the corners of his mouth lift into a smile as he remembered his childhood, growing up with his best friend and twin always at his side.

. He must have gotten lost in his thoughts because he didn’t hear the front door open or Conner’s question about the day. Murphy was finally jerked back to the real world when Conner dropped a bag of food and beer that he had been carrying onto Murphy’s stomach.

. “Are you fucking deaf, man?” Conner asked standing over Murphy, looking rather disgruntled, holding another bag in one arm and a cigarette hanging from his lips.

. Murphy shook his head, “’m not deaf Conner. Sorry ‘bout that, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

. Conner just tossed a nod as he made his way to the tiny table near the fridge to empty out the bags. Murphy followed, noticing that it was now late in the afternoon and they unloaded the bags.

. “By the way, Conn, what did you ask?” prodded Murphy, not liking the slight bit of silence on his twin’s part.

The refrigerator door opened as a case of beer and a bottle of whiskey went in. Conner silently took a drag of his cigarette not quite ignoring Murphy but not answering him either. With his head cocked to the side, Murphy watched Conner go through the items that he had bought. Something’s still bothering him, thought Murphy, studying his brother even closer.

. “It’s not nice to stare,” said Conner suddenly, not even bothering to look up. Murphy was shocked, Conner rarely ever was that rude, then his voice softened as he continued as if reading Murphy’s thoughts “Don’t worry, Murph, I’m fine.”
onneonner’s hazel eyes connected with his own brown ones and all felt right again. He always had that calming gaze, he thought grabbing the beer offered by Conner, even as kids. Whenever Murphy wanted to fight with someone, Conner had always been the one to calm him down, to keep him from getting into too much trouble. And as they sat across the table just looking at each other Murphy realized that Conner would be there for him. Whenever he needed him, Conner would be there.

. “Murph,” said Conner breaking the comfortable silence, “about the girl.”

. Murphy nodded taking a swig of his beer in the process, “Yea, what of her, Conn?”

. “I don’t think that she should come with us. It’s dangerous. The longer she’s with us, the higher the probability of her getting killed.”

. Murphy nodded solemnly, “I know, but they just might be after her now. What happens if we drop her off to her house and they come and get her? She’s defenseless right now, Conn. She’s injured for Christ’s fucking sake.”

. “Get a hold of yer’self,” Conner glared at his brother, “you know as well as I do what happens to people that get mixed up with us. They die, Murphy. They all die. I don’t want another innocent’s blood on our hands. I can risk my own life, but I can’t risk hers. I won’t lose her again, Murph, I won’t.”

. Murphy watched in silence as the tears that had welled up in Conner’s eyes began to fall. He saw her as another Jessie, Murphy thought moving to the other side of the table. He put his arms around his crying twin and just held him within the shelter of his arms. There roles had reversed over the years; Conner was now the one that needed protecting and Murphy was the only person that could do it.

. “Conn, she’s not Jessie. It won’t happen again?”

. Conner looked up at him with a tear streaked face, “How do you know, Murph? How do you know she’s not going to end up dead? Just like the rest of them; just like Roc and Da.”

. “Because I won’t let it, that’s why.”

. Conner stood from his chair and tried to dry his tears, “God, Murph, you can’t protect the world.”

. “I know,” he agreed softly, “but I can protect you, from the pain of losing another. And if that means the girl has to stay with us for a while, then so be it.”

. “Don’t be a fucking retard;” yelled Conner, “we can’t fucking take her with us?”

. “We can’t leave her, Conn. Did you see what they did to her? If we leave her, she just might end up like another Jessie.”

. Conner winced, downed the rest of his beer and shrugged on his black coat as his voice lost the anger, “Alright, Murph, only till she gets better… Two weeks. They should be off her case by then and she’ll be safe wherever she came from. I’m going to trade in the van. I’ll be back later.”

. Murphy watched Conner’s back as he walked out of the door. Collapsing into the chair that his brother had vacated, he sighed rubbing his hand across his face. I wish…, he thought, then stopped, It’s no use wishing. He still hasn’t gotten over Jessie’s death. Murphy finished up his beer and reached for another as the girl walked in from the bathroom wearing his extra pair of clothes. He turned to stare at her and instead of looking down she meet his eyes. Strong willed, he smiled slightly as he grabbed a beer for her and waved her over.

. “C’mon over, we need to talk,” said Murphy as she took the seat across from him and waved off the beer.

. “He doesn’t like me much, does he?” she asked looking into Murphy’s eyes.

. Murphy sighed, “It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just that you remind him of a girl that he was in love with once.”

. “She’s the one that died, right? Jessie?”

. Murphy arched an eyebrow at her, “Did you listen to our whole conversation?”

. Faith blushed, “These walls are thin.”

. Murphy nodded as he lit a cigarette, “so what’s your name?”

. “Faith Carter,” she replied offering her hand across the table.

. “Murphy MacManus,” he took it and gave it a firm shake, “Nice to meet you. Now one question, how did you get involved with Brother John Corneli?”

A/N: Hah, Grim! I finished it whoo-hoo!!! Now, I'm off to the airport