A/N: Warning: Time for a little Saintly honeymoon love making. LOL!

The headlights shimmered in the dim light while the car pulled up to the small shack and the car came to a stop. Connor opened the door as he walked around to the other side of the car and he opened the door. He helped Margaret out of the car as she could just see the small shack and she arched an eyebrow.

He knew they couldn't go on a honeymoon, so he decided to take her to the homestead and he leaned against the side of the car.

"Do you like it?" Connor asked.

"It's nice," she said, but he wasn't sure if she was happy.

"You don't like it."

"I didn't say…," she said when another car came down the road and Connor pushed off the side of the car. He placed her behind him as the other car came to a stop and the door opened. His eyes widened as Murphy got out of the car and they locked eyes.

"What th'hell are you doin' here?!" Murphy asked while Louisa got out of the car.

"What am I doin' here?! What th'fuck are you doin' here?!" Connor asked and Margaret moved out from behind him.

"I'm here on my honeymoon."

"So am I."

Louisa and Margaret tried hard not to laugh as Margaret walked to her and Louisa shrugged.

"No, you're not," Murphy said.

"Aye, I am," Connor said, shoving him. They started shoving each other when Murphy put Connor in a choke hold and Connor tried to get loose.

"Guys!" Margaret and Louisa said at the same time and Murphy let go of Connor. They walked to their husbands as Connor pushed Murphy and Murphy punched Connor's right upper arm. They came to the front door when Connor removed the keys from in inner pocket of his suit jacket and he unlocked the door.

"Right," he said as he scooped Margaret into his arms and he looked at Murphy. "Seeing how I got here first, I get t'go in first."

Murphy flipped him his middle finger as Connor laughed then he carried Margaret inside. Murphy scooped Louisa into his arms when he carried her inside then he placed his bride on her feet. They stood in the middle of the dark room as Connor sighed and Murphy walked outside. He returned a few seconds later with a flashlight as he turned the flashlight on and he shined the light around the room.

"Does this place have electricity?" Margaret asked.

"Uh, no, it doesn't," Connor said.

"It does have a fireplace," Murphy said as he shined the light on the fireplace.

"An' some candles holders."

"Do we have candles?" Louisa asked.

"I think so," Murphy said as he walked to the cabinet to his left and he opened the door. He found a box of matches and candles as he closed the cabinet door then he shined the light around the room.

A few minutes passed as he lit the candles and the lantern he had found on the table and Margaret and Louisa looked around the room. Connor had gone to get the suitcases as he closed the door and Murphy had found some wood to make a fire in the fireplace.

"It's a good thing Ma packed up some food fer us," Connor said while he placed the plastic containers on the table.

"Aye, an' we can go into town t'get some supplies," Murphy said.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," Margaret said.

"We went into town before."

"Aye, Da said it was alright," Connor said.

"And I used to live in town," Louisa said.

"Fine," Margaret sighed as she looked around. "Why do I have a feeling there is no bathroom?"

"Uh… It's in th'barn," Connor said. Sighing, Margaret nodded then her heart sank at the hurt look on his face. She walked to him when she took his hands then she kissed his lips.

"I've slept in worse places," she assured him.

"Well, goodnight," Murphy said as he lifted Louisa into his arms and he headed for the main bedroom.

"Hey, who said you get Da's room?!" Connor asked.

"I did," Murphy said, grinning.

"Oh aye!?"

"Aye!"

"Why don't you want the other bedroom?" Louisa asked, leaning her head against Murphy's head.

"There are two single beds in there. That room has a full-size bed," Connor explained and Murphy placed her on her feet. They walked to the other bedroom while Connor picked up the lantern and they walked into the room. A single bed sat on either side of the room while Louisa imagined Murphy spending nights alone on one of them and she slid her hand into Murphy's hand.

"Is there any way we could move the bed together?" Margaret asked. Connor smiled when he left the room then he came back with the cord of rope. "You brought the rope?!"

"Never know when you're gonna need it," he teased.

It took a few minutes for Connor and Murphy to move the beds together then weave the rope so it tied the beds and mattresses together and Louisa had found clean, but slightly musty bedding in the storage cupboard. She and Margaret made the bed while Murphy looked at the framed photograph on the wall and Louisa, Connor and Murphy smiled at him. Louisa had taught Noah how to use her camera and he had taken the photograph the day they had arrived at the homestead. Murphy had placed the frame near the door so the first thing they saw in the morning and the last thing they saw at night was the photograph.

"Right. Goodnight," Connor said as he picked up Margaret and they left the room. Murphy had been distracted when he heard the door to the main bedroom close and he growled.

"Calm down," Louisa said while she lit the candle in the holder on the night table. "Even though Connor was sleeping in here with you, I hated the fact you had to sleep without me lying next to you."

"You did?" he asked, walking to her and she nodded. He swallowed the lump in his throat. She slid her arms around his waist as he leaned down and he placed his forehead against hers.

Connor lit the candle in the holders on the walls while Margaret looked at the full-size bed and she felt a cool tingling moving through her. He turned while he watched her move her fingers over the wood of the foot of the bed and he walked to her.

"Da made this bed," he said.

"He did?" Margaret asked.

"Aye. He told us he used t'make furniture fer a living."

"It's amazing."

"So are you," he said, turning her toward him. She suddenly felt shy and she moved back. "What's wrong?"

"I told you about the four stages."

"Aye, I remember you telling me we were on Stage Three. Well, we're on Stage Four now."

"Right. Well…."

He moved closer when he cupped her cheek with his hand and he smiled.

"My ice queen is wearing snow white. That makes her a virgin. Am I right?"

Margaret nodded.

Connor felt a sense of pride for being her first, but he also knew she was scared and he pulled her into an embrace. She leaned her head against his shoulder as he moved his fingers over her back and she shivered. He moved back to watch her turn around and he unzipped her dress. He helped her undress as she stood naked before him and she covered her breasts with her arms. He moved her arms down then he walked around her and he admired her body.

"Yer turn," he whispered. She helped him get undressed as she looked at him and she moved her fingers over the scar on his right shoulder. She lifted his left arm as she moved her fingers over the Veritas tattoo on his left index finger then she moved her fingers over the Celtic cross on his left forearm. She stroked the tattoo of Mary Magdalene on the left side of his neck when she walked behind him and she moved her fingers over the tattoo of Christ's chest on the cross on his back, She kissed the spot between his shoulder blades when he quickly turned, swept her off her feet and they headed for the bed. He put her on her feet, moved the bedding back and she climbed onto the soft mattress. She watched him climb onto the mattress when she went onto her back and he carefully climbed on top of her.

He gently kissed her lips while she slid her fingers over his shoulders and he deepened the kiss. She gasped as his fingers caressed her breasts and she arched her head back. He nuzzled and kissed her neck while she wiggled under him and he moved down to kiss her collarbones. When he kissed her breasts, she gasped and he smiled.

"Like that?" he asked and she nodded. He took his time exploring her body as she moaned or told him what she didn't like and she giggled a few times. He had turned her around onto her front so he could kiss down her spine and he kissed the tiny freckles.

"Connor?" she gasped.

"Aye?"

"Please. I need you," she said. He carefully turned her onto her back when he saw her pupils were fully dilated and he moved down toward her hips. She noticed he was reluctant to hurt her as he locked eyes with her and she nodded. He parted her legs when she felt his fingers sliding inside her and she gasped. She felt a soft throbbing as she wiggled on the bed and she clawed at the mattress. He moved back while she felt something moving inside her and he lightly moved his hands over her groin.

"Ready?" he asked. She saw the concern in his eyes as she nodded and he made a little thrust. She gasped as he moved further inside her when she felt something tearing and she moaned. He stopped moving, but she shook her head and he started moving again. Her body reacted to him as she watched him and she slid her legs around him before he lifted her bottom up. She felt warm and numb when she gasped and her climax made her moan his name. He made a shuttering sigh as he climaxed then he moved out of her, collapsing down next to her. He pulled her against him as she buried her face in his chest and he felt her tears rolling down his skin. "I'm…"

"No. Don't you dare say you're sorry," she said, lightly tapping her fingers against his chest. They laid still while their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal and she stroked his stomach. She felt his body relaxing as she looked up and he had his eyes slightly closed. "Are you asleep?"

"No, just resting my eyes," he said, grinning.

"Is it my turn to do that to you?"

"Only if you want to."

"I want to," she said. He opened his eyes as she carefully climbed on top of him and she hovered over him. Her hair dangled down onto his chest and she kissed his lips. He tasted of whiskey as she moved back and she rubbed the tip of his nose with hers. Smiling, Connor nodded and she smiled back.

Louisa rested on top of Murphy while she felt his fingers moved slowly up and down her back and she held onto his shoulders. He liked the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest and how she slightly wiggled when he moved his fingers over her skin.

"You know, I still have my apartment in the village. If you want, we can go there so Connor and Maggie can have some privacy," Louisa said then she kissed his chest.

"Nah," Murphy said then he gasped when she kissed the tips of his nipples. She moved up enough to kiss his neck the she sucked on his right earlobe and he laughed before moving her away. "Wait. Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"I… Uh… I don't have any protection on."

"So?"

"We don't want….," he said and she placed her finger against his lips.

"I want," she said and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Are you sure?"

"Aye."

She moved so they locked eyes and her hair dangled down in her face. He moved his fingers through her hair when she kissed him and he held the back of her head in his right hand. She sat up as her finger moved over the placed above his heart and she wrote her name. She explored his body, making sure to touch all his tattoos and scars, and his chest expanded with each deep breath.

"Like that?" she asked and he nodded. Even after years of marriage, she knew how to make Murphy's body react and she moved down to stroke his stomach. She dipped her finger into his bellybutton and he giggled. She crawled back up his body to kiss his collarbones and he arched his head back. His body ached for her when he pulled her down on top of him and she could feel his heart thumping against her chest.

"Roll over," she whispered, moving off of him. He rolled onto his stomach as she carefully climbed onto his back and she kissed down his spin. She moved her fingers over the tattoo of the small demons while he buried his face in the pillow then his eyes widened when he noticed where her finger had gone.

"Christ!" he yelped.

"Lord's name," she said and he nodded, burying his face in the pillow again.

"Shit, Lou, I need you," his muffled voice said.

"Then roll over," she said. She got off of him as he rolled over onto his back and he was breathing hard and fast. She straddled his hips when she slowly lowered herself onto his erection then she moved away. He liked watching her bouncing up and down when he rolled his eyes and she finally settled on him. He allowed her to take control as they moved as one and every nerve in his body was exploding. He reached out his hands as she grabbed hold of them and she watched his face as he climaxed. He moaned her name when he climaxed again and she got off of him. She slid down next to him as he rolled into her and his head rested just under her breasts. They stayed silent until their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal and she had moved her fingers through his hair. He glanced over at the framed photograph as he felt the loneliness, sadness and anger fading and he smiled when his stomach growled.

"Be right back," Murphy said as he got out of bed. She knew he usually got hungry after they had made love as he left the room then he came back with one of the plastic containers and some plastic forks. She moved the pillows up as he got into bed and he moved the blankets up. He removed the lid as she looked at the chunks of cold chicken, some chunks of sheep milk cheese and some small pickles and she leaned into him. He handed her one of the plastic forks when they started eating and she smiled at him.

The bedrooms were dark while Connor held onto Margaret and Murphy's head rested under Louisa's breasts. They both had a peaceful look on their sleeping faces, but the peaceful look changed and both of them moaned.

"Boys," woke them as they opened their eyes and they realized they were in the bedroom where Louisa and Murphy were sleeping.

Murphy rubbed his face with his hands when he felt the full beard and he quickly moved the bedding back. He sat up as he looked down at what he was wearing and it was the clothing and boots he wore during his exile. He looked at his left hand, but his wedding ring was gone and Connor had been looking at his left hand as well. When they looked at each other, their eyes widened at the sight of their long hair and full beards and they both moved back on the bed.

"What th'hell?!" Connor whispered. He slowly got out of bed while Murphy sat against the wall with his legs pulled up and Connor opened the door enough to look out into the main room. The candles lit up the room in a dim light as he opened the door some more and he walked out into the main room. Noah was sitting at his usual spot at the table and Connor slowly walked to the table.

"Sit down an' eat before it gets cold," Noah said as he looked at the door to their room. "Murphy, get yer ass out here."

Connor heard a low thud when Murphy walked out of the room and he knew Murphy had punched the wall. He had noticed the framed photograph was missing and he watched Murphy sit down at the table. They ate in silence when Murphy and Connor got up and the twins headed for the front door. They went outside as the cold wind moved through them and the wind whipped their hair around their heads. They went about getting the sheep out of the sheds when they got onto the horses and they led the sheep out into the grasslands. They sat in silence as Connor glanced at Murphy, but Murphy just looked straight ahead.

"This can't be real," Connor whispered.

"You're right. It's not real," a voice said and Connor looked over at Rocco standing next to a tree.

"Hey, Roc."

"What the fuck happened to you guys?"

"Dunno."

"You look fucking homeless."

"Aye."

Rocco walked closer as he looked up at the overcast sky then he looked at the sheep.

"Is this what you're doing now? Raising fucking sheep?" Rocco asked.

"Go away," Murphy said with such sadness in his voice it hurt Connor's soul.

"Murphy, this isn't real," Connor told him, but Murphy just shook his head.

"I think he's trippin'," a voice said and Connor watched Norman walking closer. He stopped near Murphy's horse as Norman looked up at him then he pulled on Murphy's right foot. "Come on, Man. Wake up."

"Fuck off," Murphy said as he tried to kick Norman, but his leg wouldn't move. Suddenly, the wind moved so fast that they nearly fell off the horses and rain fell from the sky.

"What th'hell's goin' on?!" Connor shouted over the wind.

"The winds are changing," Rocco shouted.

The twins looked up as the rain fell over them then they heard the same heavenly music, singing and voices they heard before. The sky seemed to open up while a bright light moved over them then everything went black.

Gasping, Connor opened his eyes as he sat up and he felt his heart slamming in his chest.

"Connor, are you alright?" Margaret asked, sitting up, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. She felt the thin coat of sweat on his skin as he breathed hard and fast through his nose and she reached over to light the lantern. She saw how pale he looked as she went to touch him, but he turned toward her and his pupils were dilated. With a small whimper, he reached for her and she took him in her arms. His whole body was shaking and she knew she would have some bruises from how hard he was holding her.

"Are y-you real?" he whispered.

"Yes, I'm real. What's wrong?"

He made some more whimpering sounds while she hushed him and she started rocking him.

Louisa woke up after Murphy shouted her name and she sat up. She reached for the lantern and the box of matches while she lit the lantern and she shined the light on Murphy's side of the bed. The blankets were moved back as she frowned then she shined the light around the room. She saw Murphy huddled in a ball in the far left corner of the room and she moved the bedding back. She got out of bed as she slowly walked toward him and she swore he was crying. She placed the lantern on the floor as she carefully moved toward him and she saw he had his head against his knees and his arms were wrapped over his head.

"Murphy?" she asked, but she was afraid to touch him. "Can you hear me?"

He made some soft whimpers as she gently touched his right forearm and his head snapped up. She saw the tears rolling down his face as she moved closer and she wiped some of the tears away with the pads of her thumbs. He was breathing hard and fast through his mouth as his eyes darted around the room then his eyes lock with hers.

"What do you see?" she asked in a soothing voice and he blinked his eyes a few times to focus them. He moved closer until he wrapped his arms around her and she carded the back of his head.

"I s-see you," he whispered and she kissed his damp cheek. "Are y-you real?"

"Aye, I'm real."

She helped him to his feet then she picked up the lantern and she helped him to the bed. After she got him back to bed, she turned the lantern off then she went to lay on her back and he snuggled against her. Hushing him, she let him rest his head on her stomach and soon they had drifted back to sleep.

A/N: What do you think the nightmare was about?