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Teaser: "I've been waiting for this one, Roc." For Connor, this one was personal. This chapter was requested by VeritasVamp.

Of Rope and Rambo Knives

This One

Candra Hastings

Connor had been waiting for this one. So had Murphy, but the guilt of what had happened didn't weigh as heavily on his shoulders as it did Connor. It hadn't been Murphy's fault they couldn't save her. It hadn't been Murphy who'd held them back that day.

It had been on Connor. And it was Connor who recognized the scumbag behind the glass...

...Connor's fingers tickled the palms of the boy's hands that rested on them. He ignored the slight twinge of pain that came from the bandaged skin of his wrists that came from the action. Keeping this boy's mind off his upcoming operation was more important.

"Alright, again," he said to the boy. "Look up."

Murphy sat next to the boy. When the child looked up as told, his hands darted out and gently smacked the top of the boy's hands while he was distracted.

The boy's head snapped down to look in astonishment at Connor's hands under his own. How could he have moved so fast? There was no way.

Connor and Murphy both grinned but resisted the urge to look at each other so the boy wouldn't become suspicious of their trick. "Didn't feel me move, did yah?" Connor asked.

The boy shook his head, eyes wide in wonder.

Connor winked at his twin, signaling to do it again. Just as Connor was about to tell the boy to look up, he was cut off by a pained scream of a woman.

The brothers looked to the corner of the room. There, a woman who obviously lived a harsh life was being yanked up by her thick, dark tangly mess of hair by a man. She was bruised and beaten, the split in her lip testament to abuse. It was painfully clear that the man who was her pimp was the one who'd done it.

Instantly, the twins were on their feet, ready to go to her aid. They'd teach the man a little respect.

And Murphy was up and halfway across the room when he heard his brother fall. He whirled around to find Connor lying on the floor, a look of pain flashing across his golden features. And Murphy knew that he couldn't let him fight someone. Not now, just after he'd jumped off a roof and mangled his wrists in order to save his brother's life. No, Connor wasn't fit to fight this day.

He went to his brother's side and helped him up, resting him against the wall. Both of them felt their hearts sink as the woman who was still screaming was dragged out. Connor tried again to move, but Murphy held him still, wrapping strong arms around him, grateful for the steady beating of his brother's heart that he felt under the palm that was on Connor's chest.

"Okay. Just calm down. Take it easy," Murphy said to his brother, "He'll have his day. He'll have his day!"...

...And here he was now. Connor could make that day right.

But Rocco wanted to do it. "Oh man," the Italian said, "You gotta let me do these guys. I'm such a moron. I gotta make up for that tit thing!"

"No way," Connor denied. This was his. "I've been waiting for this guy."

"C'mon, Con, give the guy his shot," Murphy argued. And Connor knew if he said no that Murphy would drop it. That he would let his brother have the final say. But Rocco had helped and he deserved to get in on it, too.

"Rocco, this is the real deal," Connor explained seriously. "Evil man, dead man."

And even though it wasn't Connor who did it, this one had his day.