Title: Kiss the Pony

Fandom: Boondock Saints

Pairings: Connor/Murphy

Rating: R

Warnings: Violence, swearing, angst, twincest, incest, kid!fic

Summary: During one of their hits the McManus brothers discover a three old girl hiding under a bed. After learning that the girl is on a hit list, an order from the very man they had just murdered, they take the girl with them. But they soon discover that someone else wants this girl dead and they are far more dangerous than the McManus brothers could've possibly imagined. Along the way the very fabric of their relationship is tested and the brothers discover something that had been lurking at edge of their vision for years.

The guy had been fairly easy to whack Connor and Murphy had both been surprised at the lack of guards around the place and around the guy himself. It had only taken a few minutes to get into the house and find the guy. Before the alarm had even tripped the guy that they had been after was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

"You know I'm kind of surprised there ain't more guards." Connor said as he put the pennies over the Mafia Don's eyes as Murphy crossed the guy's arms.

"Yeah" Murphy agreed standing up and wiping his gloved hands across his pants "you'd think with a guy this important they'd be swarming his ass."

"Hmm…oh well makes it easier for us" Connor shrugged it off as he stood up beside Murphy looking down at their latest hit. Murphy agreed silently nodding his head. In the moment a small whimper echoed from under the bed. Simultaneously both of them jerked out their guns from where they had been tucked into the back of their pants and aimed it at the bed.

"Go look and see what it is" Connor instructed Murphy.

"Fuck you" Murphy whispered back "why don't you go see for yourself?"

Connor gave him an impatient look and hit him in the shoulder "Because I told you first that's why." Murphy shot him a pissed off look as he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and reached for the blankets. Pausing he looked back up at Connor "Oh don't be such a pussy Murph" Connor said motioning for him to continue on. Murphy gave him the finger but grabbed the blankets none the less. Grabbing a handful of them Murphy jerked them up shoving the barrel of his gun under the bed first then his head.

Backed up against the far side of the bed with a sheer look of terror on her face as she stared at the gun was a small trembling child that looked no older than three years old. "Shit Connor it's a kid" Murphy hurriedly dumping his gun on the bed.

"What?" Connor asked in disbelief as he got down on the floor beside Murphy. "Holy shit it is" Connor said as he looked at the trembling girl. She wore only a flimsy pink nightgown her hair was all mated and her face dirty with streaks from crying. "This guy doesn't have kids…we made sure of that."

"I know" Murphy said back getting down on his stomach "this must be someone else's kid." Murphy tried to pull himself under the bed but he was just a bit too big to slide under it, if he was going to get the kid she'd have to come to him. "Hey sweetie" Murphy called out to her softly, ignoring Connor's look of confusion. "We're not going to hurt you we promise we just want to make sure you're alright." The girl looked at him disbelief a look that was too old to be on her young face.

Connor who was on his stomach beside him called out as well "We're not bad men, we just want to get you back your parents."

At the mention of the parents word the girl jerked backwards as her bottom lip started trembling "Look what you did Connor" Murphy scolded Connor and hitting him in the shoulder "Now she's going to cry."

"Whatever" Connor threw back hitting Murphy hard in the shoulder in return. They had been too busy to see the little girl crawl a bit closer when Murphy hit Connor back the little girl laughed. When Connor and Murphy looked back at the girl she was a few feet away at arm length, she lay there on her stomach staring at Murphy and Connor with a grin on her still tear soaked face.

"She likes it when we hit each other" Murphy commented before he slammed his fist into Connor's shoulder who let out a small ow before doing the same to Murphy. Giggling the little girl clapped her hands and drew herself closer. Smiling at the girl Murphy held his hand out to her "You wanna come out from underneath the bed sweetie?" At first the girl looked hesitantly at the two men before nodding her soft black curls bouncing around her face. Taking Murphy's hand the little girl allowed Murphy to pull out from under the bed and up onto his hip.

As soon as she was out from under the bed the little girls eyes fell on the man sprawled out on his back. Slamming shut her eyes she buried her face in Murphy's shoulder "Bad man" she cried out her finger blindingly pointing to the dead man. "He bad man!" she insisted again her arm and legs wrapping as tight as she possibly could around Murphy.

"Let's get her out of this room" Connor said leading the way as Murphy nodded his arm wrapped around the little girl who was still clinging to him like her life depended on him holding her up.

The went into the next room, which was huge, with a large oak desk filled with papers and a bottle of what looked like expensive scotch sitting at the edge of the table the lid off it and sitting carelessly on the table. Even though they were out of sight of the dead man the girl still clang to Murphy who did his best to calm her down.

"Don't worry the bad man is gone" Murphy told her rubbing her back softly "He can't hurt you."

"Bad man hurt daddy" the girl said tears running down her cheeks as she pulled back from Murphy's shoulder. "Bad man made daddy and mommy bleed."

"Shit" Connor said under his breath.

"Well the bad man is gone" Murphy told her softly.

"No" she said shaking his head furiously her black curls flying everywhere "bad man in there." She said pointing to the wall that lead to the next room where the said man was laying dead on the floor.

"No no sweetie" Murphy said trying to explain to the girl the guy was dead without coming right and saying it. "He's gone…he's…"

"He's dead" Connor stated bluntly which earned him a stern look from Murphy which Connor ignored as he looked the little girl in the eyes. The little girl stared back at him her eyes wide as he explained to her "the bad man is dad me and Murphy we killed him. He'll never hurt anyone ever again."

The girl wide eyed looked at Murphy and Connor then at the wall "Bad man dead?"

"Yes" Murphy said nodding slightly stunned that the girl understood what Connor had told her. He wasn't exactly an expert in child care but he was pretty sure a three year old wasn't supposed to know what death was.

Sighing as if the explanation had taken all of his energy out of him Connor collapsed in the chair behind the large desk. Something peeking out from underneath a pile of paper caught his attention. Pulling out the photo of an awfully familiar child Connor's blood ran cold. In large red letters the name Mary was written out on the bottom of the photo. "Murphy" Connor said weakly holding up the picture for Murphy to see. At the site of it Murphy's face went white and his grip on the girl tightened. "She has a hit out on her" Connor barely whispered. His eyes glued to the red letters, something that Connor and Murphy had picked up along the way was if a person had their name written in red on their photo it meant they had a hit out on them. A tradition borrowed from the original Sicilian mobsters who used to send death threats out with the intended victims name singed in blood.

"Shit" Murphy whispered his eyes searching the room for other people, for the sign that they weren't alone. "What are we gonna do with her?"

"I don't know" Connor whispered furiously back. "We can't just leave her here."

"No shit" Murphy said back, the little girl was looking curiously between the two her eyes squinting slightly as if she just understood what they were talking about. Murphy sighed and looked over at Connor his decision already made, Connor knew what it was before Murphy even spoke. "We have to take her with us. I mean the cops can't keep her safe, you know how corrupt that place is she'll be dead within the week."

"I know Murph…but it's a kid…I mean look at how we live…is it really that safe for her?"

Pissed Murphy snarled back "So it's better to leave her here to let those people do whatever they want to her? How is that better then taking her with us?"

"I know I know" Connor said holding his hands up in defense. Once again he sighed and stood up putting the photo face down on the desk not wanting to look at the sickening sight anymore. "Kay we'll take her with us…but as soon as we figure this shit out she's gone. You got that?" Connor more stated then asked his finger pointing sternly at Murphy. "We ain't fit to care for a child."

"Yeah" Murphy agreed weakly still holding onto the girl. "Fine…let's get out of here."