Sorry about the late update folks! I just moved and started university. So I hope I'm forgivven!

Again: I do not now where this story is going. I have no plan and no muse=P. So be kind and gentle;). Hihi.

Have a good one!

BTW: Timeline: It has to be after they become the saints. But I love Rocco, so I wouldn't think to much about the timeline;).

Connor woke with a start. Someone was in the apartment. He made a quick grab for his gun and launched himself of the sofa he had been lying on. A soft thud was heard as he landed on the floor. He grunted at the impact.

The blond man did not have time to think about all the places that hurt, before a sound came from behind him. For a moment he let himself listen.

Someone was laughing. It was a laugh he knew all to well.

He put his gun down in defeat and rolled over on the other side, where he had a clear view. Only a few feet away his twin brother was standing. Laughing so hard that choking noices came from his throat.

"Fuck you"! Connor nearly shouted as he tried to maneuver himself back up on the couch. Murphy moved fast when he saw the struggel. Took a good hold of his brother and heaved him back up. Still laughing.

"Fuck! Ye shuld have seen yerself! On... the... couch... watching DAYS OF OUR LIFE!" The last part came out in a fit of laughter.

"I wasn't watching! I fell asleep during a very cool show! Alright!"

"We'll se about that, then" Murphy answered and picked up the TV-magasin. Two seconds later he almost toppled over laughing. "Fucking Opera!"

"Fuck ye". Connor shouted tossing a pillow at the darker man. Wincing as he did and trying to hold back a grunt of pain, but failed.

Murphy heard it, and immidiatly he stopped laughing as he saw a small red stain growing on his brothers torso. A seriousness came about him and he quickley moved to Connors side.

"Ye're bleeding again, lemme see", he demanded.

"So what's the verdic, doctor MacManus, will I live?" Connor said it with a glimer of humour across his face.

"Ye, just tore at ye're stiches a bit".

Murphy helped Connor to get comfy again, patted his knee and turned to the TV. For a while the only thing heard was the TV.

"Fuck, were ye accually watching this shit?" Murphy eyes was wide as he wiped his nose with his right hand. When no reply came from his brother he turend his head to the side.

"Hello, earth te Conn, are ye there?" He waved his hand in front of the other mans eyes.

Connor blinked twice, shook his head and turned to Murphy. He looked like a child with a secret, ready to burst. Almost not able to sit still on the couch.

"It was a fucking set-up!" He almost screamed. "It have ta have been a fucking setup!"

"The fuck ye talking about, Conn?"

"The job! Think about it; Why the fuck would they leave the boss te himself. Why didn't they come out right away and help him. It had ta be a trap!"

"Mmm, aye, maybe. But fucking why? And who?"

"That's what what ye'r gonna have ta find out, my dear brother" Connor said and blinked.

"And why the fuck me?"

Connor put up a sad face. " Cause I've got booboos and need a nap". He swung his legs up on the couch and put one arm over his eyes. A few minutes later, light snoring could be heard.

Murphy just shook his head and turned of the TV.