Mid-Atlantic 2000:
I do not own the MacManus brothers. There is a hint of a more affectionate love between the twins, but there is absolutely no twincest in my story!!!
The twins were sound asleep aboard the cargo ship. Murphy had fallen asleep on top of the table with Connor next to him on a rusty folding chair, legs extended, mouth wide opened and a bottle of whiskey in his left hand. They had just finished celebrating the New Year with each other. Murphy stirred in his sleep while Connor slept peacefully on his chair. In his vivid dream, Rocco had turned to the 'dark side' and a knife to Alanna's throat.
"What the fuck do ya think yer doin' Rocco? For fuck's sake let 'er go!" Murphy aimed his silenced gun at Rocco. He had angry tears in his eyes; his hand shook as he watched his beloved sob helplessly.
"Oh I'll let her go for you, buddy. Just after I have her lose thirty pounds in water weight. Ha! You get it? I'm going to bleed her dry."
"Rocco, no!"
With his eyes still focused on Murphy, Rocco slit Alanna's throat and let out a horrible cackle.
"NO!" Murphy jumped to his feet again, drawing his knife. His shouting had also startled Connor who jumped to his feet.
"Where the fuck is the bastard!?" Connor screamed. The bottle of whiskey made its way half way across the room. As he came to his senses, he looked around and shook his head. Murphy had been dreaming again. 'This needs to stop, Murph' Connor whispered to himself.
"'Nother bad dream, Murph?" He walked over towards his brother and placed an arm around Murphy's shoulder.
Murphy stayed silent and slowly rolled his head onto Connor's shoulder. For a split second the brothers shared a moment of silence before Murphy shook himself free from Connor.
"Aye, but I'll be fine." He grabbed his coat on a nearby chair and made his way outside to the ship's deck.
"Oi, prick. Where do ya think yer goin'?" Connor asked with a silly grin on his face. Murphy flipped him off. Connor soon smiled and shook his head and grabbed his coat; he ran after Murph in hopes that his younger twin would calm down.
Murphy was slouched over the thin, metal railing with a cigarette between his chapped lips. Connor took his place and slumped over to Murphy's right side. He extended a hand out to his brother. Murphy gave Connor a blank glance and dropped his dimly lit cigarette into Connor's hand. The older MacManus yelped and threw a playful punch at Murphy's shoulder.
"Ya shouldn't have put yer hand there, sonny." Murphy winked at his brother. Connor hung his head as if he were a child who had just been reprimanded for stealing a piece of candy.
"Mr. Murphy, sir."
"Yes, Connor?"
"Can ya stop bein' such a fuckin' faggot an' hand me over a damn cigarette?"
Murphy laughed and threw his pack at his brother. Connor caught it and nodded at Murphy. The MacManus brothers smoked quietly for a few minutes before a crew member made the announcement that they were arriving at Dublin Port within minutes. Murphy looked at his brother with a smile and gave him a solid nod. Connor placed a hand on Murphy's shoulder.
"It's show time."
Cork County, Ireland
Connor tipped their driver handsomely as Murphy unloaded the car. As the driver hauled out of the way, they stood outside of the small cottage of where Alanna was presumed to reside. Murphy froze and stood very silently; he lost courage to face her. After all he did leave her after they first made love. That moment was the best in his life and yet it was over all so quickly; time had robbed them of their intimate years together. Before Murphy could finish his train of thought, Connor had grabbed their suitcases and was trudging towards the door.
Murphy ran and grabbed onto Connor's collar.
"The fuck are ya doin'?!"
Connor shoved Murphy away and smiled.
"I'm goin' to go say 'ello to Miss Alanna."
"Connor…don't ya fuckin' dare…Connor!"
Connor ignored his twin and continued to walk towards the door. Murphy ran and grabbed onto Connor. The two were having a brawl in the middle of Alanna's lawn. At some point during the fight, Murphy ended up on his back with Connor choking him. A soft voice interrupted the fight.
"Aye I can see that nothing' has changed amoung you two."
The boys turned their faces around and saw Alanna standing at the front door with her arms crossed around her chest. She had maintained the same girlish figure. Connor sat up and extended his hand to Murphy. He stood up while keeping his eyes on her. Her long, wavy brown hair had grown down to her hips. She still had that same smile.
"Well Murph, are ya just gonna stand there and stare at me or are ya gonna come and actually say hello?"
Murphy took Connor's hand and stood up. He walked over towards Alanna with nothing but excitement and joy. All of those feelings were shot down when a young girl came and ran towards her. Connor shot Murphy a glance as Murphy's face twisted into a confused scowl.
"Ma! Murphy and I wanna go to town? May we?"
"Easy now Jenna. I want ya to meet somebody." Alanna nodded in the direction of where Murphy was standing.
The children turned around and smiled at Murphy. The girl, Jenna, walked over towards where the bewildered brothers stood and extended her hand.
"Pleased to meet ya. I'm Jenna MacManus."
"Oh hello there, Miss MacManus."
"Aren't ya gonna introduce yerself to me?"
"I think, Jenna, that I'm yer father."