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.

AN: Wow it's been a long time since I've written for this story. I am so sorry about that. I started a Big Bang contest on LJ and that has absorbed all of my attention right now. Don't worry though this story will continue. Slowly albeit but it shall continue.

Connor searched frantically for Murphy, fear ebbing into his panic as he couldn't find his brother. The small loft that they lived in was in shambles their mattresses up against the wall, papers and clothes strewn everywhere. Connor was just about to start screaming when a small sound caught his attention.

"Connor…" it was Murphy's voice, soft and pleading. "Connor please help." It was coming from behind the mattresses that had been set against the wall.

Running over the mattress Connor ripped them away from the wall. Lying on his back with his arms spread eagle was his twin brother.

"What happened?" Connor asked breathless as he took in the sight before him.

Thick red globs were smeared all over Murphy's face, his eyes were covered in blue and pink, and his hair….his hair was a mess of berets and glitter. "I told Mary we could play house." As Connor looked closer he could see the red globs that covered Murphy's mouth and chin was lipstick and the pink and blue stuff all around his eyes was eye shadow. Connor didn't even know they had makeup in their place. Mary was sitting beside him holding a tube a red lipstick and a small case of glitter. She looked positively gleeful at the fact that Murphy had allowed her to cover him in makeup.

"The loft is destroyed" Connor pointed out as he walked back to the door where he had dropped the bag of clothes and groceries when he had stepped inside and seen the state of their place.

Rolling onto his stomach Murphy pushed himself up, Mary quickly dropped the items she was holding and stood up next to him. Connor had noticed over the last three days that Mary had taken an almost instant liking to Murphy. Sure she wasn't above sitting next to Connor and letting him tell her a bedtime story. Something that Murphy had insisted that they do because that's what their mother had done for them. But she always stayed closely to Murphy's side.

"We got a little carried away" Murphy shrugged as he itched his cheek which only served to smear that lipstick even more.

"A little carried away would be getting some marker on the ground or leaving paper lying around. A little carried away is not destroying the entire loft and making it look like someone had broken in and tried to murder you!" Connor hadn't realized that he was yelling until he saw Mary flinch and hide behind Murphy who was staring at him with a pissed off look. To be honest though it was hard to take Murphy's anger seriously when he still had makeup smeared all over his face and his hair stuck out in random tuffs from the pink berets in his hair.

"I'll clean up the loft" Murphy said back his voice tight as he put a protective hand on Mary's shoulder.

Sighing Connor turned back to the table, the only place that hadn't been touched by the whirlwind that was Murphy and Mary. "No it's fine…I'll clean it up.

"No" Murphy stated bluntly "It was my mess I'll do it."

Connor could feel anger starting to thrum through his chest towards Murphy. Why couldn't the stubborn little…

Connor's internal rant was cut short by Mary's soft voice "Please don't be mad…I'll clean it up." All the anger, the frustration, everything that he had tying up Connor's head for the last three days melted at the horribly sad sound in Mary's voice.

Turning to look at her and Murphy who looked just as upset over Mary's plea as Connor felt, Connor sighed "No…you know what sweet heart why don't we just leave it be for now. How about instead we see what I bought for you?"

Mary's face light up at the mention of the items Connor had purchased for her, slinking out from behind Murphy Mary eagerly ran over to the chair next to the table and climbed up onto it. They spent the next ten minutes going through the clothes that Connor had bought at the store a few blocks away. Connor silently thanked God that Murphy had the presence of mind to check what size clothes Mary had been wearing when they found or else he wouldn't bought clothes that were way too big. He also nearly shouted in glee when they had found out that Mary was potty trained. Changing diapers was not something that Connor had ever wanted to do.

At the sight of the bright yellow dress that frilled out at the bottom and had poofy sleeves Mary's face had scrunched up in immediate distaste. A similar look had immediately followed on Murphy's face. Connor had barely resisted the urge to flip Murphy off. He had really liked that dress. It was the only one in the entire store that he thought was appropriate for a little girl to wear. Some of the clothes that they made for kids now of days made Connor want to go and beat the living shit out of the designers. There was no way in hell any kid of his would ever be allowed to wear clothes that looked like a hooker in training.

It wasn't until Murphy had Connor had been silently picking up the mess in their loft that night that Connor's thoughts from earlier that day hit him. Connor sneaked a small look over at Mary who had fallen asleep on Murphy's mattress, her eyes closing almost the same instant she laid down. Picking up an over turned chair Connor stopped and looked over at Murphy, who had washed the makeup off after Connor kept making fun of him, and sighed "We can't keep her around here for forever."

"I know" Murphy said back still not stopping in his task of collecting papers off the floor.

"We're gonna have ta find a stable place for her."

"I know" Murphy answered back his voice as bit tart but his movements never stilled.

"It's not safe for her here."

"I fucking know" Murphy shouted throwing down the stack of paper he had collected in his arms. His eyes immediately went over to where Mary lay on his mattress, Murphy didn't let out his breath until a soft snore came out of her mouth.

Connor let out a breath that he hadn't realized he had been holding and looked at Murphy through the dim light "I think we should leave."

"Whatdya mean leave? Leave Mary?" Murphy was seething, the vein in his neck pulsed as bit down hard and his fist were clenched at his side, his knuckles turning white.

"I mean leave Boston" Connor hurriedly said before Murphy blew up on him. "After we take care of these guys that are after Mary. We could take her somewhere nice…somewhere where she doesn't have to worry about all this crime and horror going on. Someplace where she can grow up like a normal kid."

"Whatdya saying?" Murphy asked cautiously like Connor was trying to pull some kind of joke on him.

"I'm sayin' that we should take care of those bastards that are trying to get Mary…and split. Move somewhere where we could live…you know like a family and shit."

"Fuck" Murphy breathed "You want to become all domesticated and shit?"

"Yeah" Connor said back, he could feel heat burning the back of his neck as the shit eating grin spread from ear to ear across Murphy's face.

The smile faltered for a second as Murphy thought "That means…" Murphy said looking between Connor and Mary. "That one of us has to be the mom."

"Fuck that" Connor snarled.

"Hey if you want to be a family and shit there has to be a mom and dad. And since I have the bigger dick I get to be the dad."

"What the fuck ever" Connor nearly yelled back "there ain't no way in hell I'm bein' the mom and there ain't no way you got the bigger dick."

"Keep telling yourself that Connor" Murphy sang back as he bent over to pick up the papers he had thrown down. He was distracted enough that he didn't see Connor coming at him until he was flat on his back, on the ground, papers flying through the air and Connor pinning him down with his legs around his waist.

It took over an hour for Connor to make Murphy tap out of their fight and another hour to pick up the mess that they had made worse by their fighting. By time they had gotten to sleep it the sun was already starting to come up. Neither one of them had noticed the small set of green eyes watching them.