The next BDS drabble. I tried to write something from their childhood, so I hope you like it! Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful MacManus twins or anyone you recognize. They belong to Troy Duffy.


Connor walked aimlessly through the local mall in Ireland. Christmas was closing in and he hasn't gotten anything for his twin. He's not good at picking out gifts for people, especially Murphy, which is oddly weird because they are basically the same person. He walked by this store that had a bunch of jewelry and knick-knacks. He decided that he could just look around; maybe something will catch his eye. As he walked around the store, he stopped when he noticed this row of rosaries.

The brothers have been going to church a lot lately. Their mother used to take them when they were younger, but they never wanted to go till now. They are in the 7th grade and just recently they have been developing feelings for each other that brother's shouldn't feel towards one another. They thought this was a perfect time to start going to church.

Connor picked out a rosary that he thought fit his brother. It was made out of dark brown wood with a circle around the middle of the cross. It was a bit long, but it was perfect for Murphy, so Connor went up to the cashier and asked to buy it.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mall, Murphy was roaming around, trying to find a gift for Connor before they had to leave. He had no idea where his twin wandered off to, but at least it gave him some time to look for the perfect present. He wanted this Christmas to be special, and he had to find the right thing to make that happen. He walked around for a long time, not finding a single thing that would fit his brother. He was starting to worry where his brother was. He left the store he was in and walked towards the front entrance, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. It was a line of rosaries. He knew the minute he saw it, he had to get one for his twin. He walked in and quickly bought the perfect one, not wanting his brother to see him.

It was finally Christmas, and the twins were up in their room, still in their PJ's.

"Hey Murph. I got a present for yeh." Connor reached under his bed and pulled out a wrapped up box before he went to his brother's bed and sat down next to him.

"Oh really?" Murphy asked. "And what might that be?"

"Well open it and yeh'll find out." Connor smiled and handed Murphy the box. Murphy gave him a curious look, but opened it anyways.

"Oh my God." Murphy held up the dark beaded rosary in the air and put it around his neck. After a couple of seconds of looking at it, he bursted into laughter. He looked at Connor, who was frowning at him.

"Why are yeh laughin?" Connor asked. Murphy pushed Connor to the side a little so he could reach under his own bed. He pulled out the box and pushed it into his brother's hands.

"Just open yer gift and yeh'll know what's so funny." Instead of laughter, Murphy had a grin plastered on his face. Connor unwrapped the box and opened it, immediately smiling, and looked at his twin.

"I can't believe it." Connor exclaimed as he pulled his rosary out of the box. They were very similar; the only difference was that Murphy's was a tad bit longer, and Connor's had barely noticeable lighter beads.

"Yeh like it?" Murphy beamed at his brother. Connor smiled and scooted closer to Murphy.

"I love it." He leaned in and connected their lips together. It was only a sweet, innocent kiss, but to them, it spoke a thousand words. When the broke a part, Murphy pulled Connor down onto his bed with him. They laid face to face. Body to body. Rosary to rosary. Just admiring each other.

'This really is a special Christmas.' They both thought smiling at each other.