Disclamer: I don't own Eragon because Christopher refuses to give it to me. (not that I asked)It all belongs to him.

Summary: Murtagh and Eragon were both raised together in present day Boston by none other than Morzan. This is a story about the relationship between E/M NO SLASH

Warning: child abuse

15 year old Murtagh glared at his father from the floor, clutching his eye. Morzan came

closer and kicked his stomach in. Murtagh drew in some breathe and coughed.

He just walked into a scene where his 11 year old little brother, Eragon, was being yelled at by Morzan for something stupid like forgetting to take out the trash or something. His father slapped Eragon across the face.

That was when he charged at Morzan knocking him to the floor. Of course, he would have been beaten for that but he just wanted to keep his brother safe.

"Don't touch him! Don't you ever touch Eragon again! I'll kill you! I'll kill you if you touch him!" Murtagh spat at his father while getting kicked again and again.

"Go to your rooms, the both of you! NOW!" Morzan screeched, spit flying from his mouth."

Murtagh hurried up to get off the floor and rushed to his little brother, who was watching stunned, next to the sink. "Come on Eragon, move. Come on." realizing that Eragon was stunned at his father, he grabbed his arm and hurried down the hallway into their room.

He pushed him onto a bed and hurried to lock the door even though he knew Morzan was probably on his way to a bar at the moment. He was glad that Morzan didn't know about the lock.

He sighed with relieve and took off his shirt to see if he would have a bruise. He would. Pulling his shirt back on he heard that Eragon was crying slightly. He moved closer to his brother on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders and was surprised when Eragon moved away. He looked at him question look and Eragon said "I don't deserve it, I got you hurt"

"No don't you blame that on yourself. I'm the one that knocked him down, not you." Murtagh continued to star at him until he nodded and went back into the embrace, with enthusiasm, that Murtagh offered. The one thing he hated as much as Morzan beating Eragon was that he brainwashed him to. He, who always thought things out, barely got brainwashed by Morzan.

Not like Eragon who always forgot this and that. If it wasn't forgetting to bring out the trash it was getting a C on his report card. He tenderly moved Eragon's head so he could see his face. "Good, the red the already fading. What happened? I left only for a minute and I came back and he was yelling at you."

"I was singing along to Hannah Montana and I must have been too loud because when he came home he heard me and told me to come out. I did as fast as I could but he must of have a bad day or something because he started to yell." Eragon said almost scared. "How's your stomach?"

It's fine and don't you know you're supposed to be doing your homework and not singing to some Disney channel star?" Murtagh said a little annoyed that he had to discipline his brother the proper way and not their father.

He most of been annoyed too because he withdrew from the embrace and said "He wasn't supposed to be home yet." in a voice that said not to yell at him.

Murtagh stood his ground however knowing that if he discipline Eragon know he will not make the same mistake for a long time. "I don't care; you are supposed to do as you are told. Why didn't you do your homework?"

With a resigned look he said "I don't like Math." And went to the edge of the bed and looked down on the floor like it was its fault that they got an abusive father and he was failing Math, even if he was getting a B and not an F.

"Hey you know I only said that because I want you to stay safe right?" Murtagh said almost sharply. When Eragon looked up he saw a look that was close to pity and nodded "Do you want me to help?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!" Eragon literally jumped up and hugged Murtagh around the legs "Long division is hard. Unbelievably, unrealistically hard!"

"Okay I mean if you say so. I mean how can Algebra be compared to bar graphs? At least you don't have to learn whole equations like the Pythagorean Theorem, now that is really hard." Murtagh said laughing to himself about how innocent his brother could sometimes be.

"What's the Pythagorean Theorem?" Eragon asked curiously.

"Never mind, just go and get your book or what ever." Murtagh said still laughing.

That night Morzan was still out and Murtagh was babysitting Eragon which he volunteered to do but would never tell any of his friends that. And Eragon was wrong the homework was easy for him when he concentrated on it instead of music. Murtagh was glad that Eragon liked music a lot like his older brother, but he thought he had a bad taste in music. But still, he was barely eleven years old.

Murtagh was sitting in his favorite chair watching power rangers with Eragon, hoping his interest in T.V. would change soon too. He knew it was only a year or two till it happened. He was considering what to do about at least switching to Disney; I mean he does love Hannah Montana, doesn't he? He's practically in love with Miley Cyrus when Eragon put the television on mute.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Eragon asked suddenly.

Where did that come from? "No I don't, why?" Murtagh asked surprised. Eragon could ask the strangest questions. But after a minute he thought it wasn't that strange because he was 11 after all.

"Well I was wondering if you ever…" Eragon said suddenly shy.

It took him a moment to figure out what he meant. Where did he learn this kind if stuff? I didn't tell him. "No I haven't and don't start asking those questions at school either." Then a thought struck "Why are you thinking about doing It.?"

"NO! Of course not, I'm not even ready." Eragon almost screamed. "But this kid said that he did and I didn't believe him. He was into as I was."

"Good…into what?" Murtagh asked almost scared about the answer.

"The puberty clip they showed today in class." Eragon said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Murtagh sighed in relief and shook his head. "Did Father tell you about puberty and stuff?"

"No, did you expect him to?" Murtagh said a little slowly as if talking to a dumb person.

"No, but they said in class that parents should talk about this sort of thing to their kids." Eragon said defensively.

"Well, he won't ok?" Muragh said and Eragon nodded." Are you done with your homework?" and Eragon again nodded "Good, go take a bath and go to bed." When Eragon left he sighed in relief and told himself that Eragon was still young and wouldn't be doing anything soon.

Okay this was my first fic ever.

I NEED TO KNOW IF ANYONE KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS OF CHILD ABUSE ON THE CHILD AND IF I USE THEM I'LL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL

I'll try to update soon.