Okay, so that was an eventful chapter. Anyways, I'm glad I've gotten a couple of new reviews from you guys. Thank you for taking the time to review. Disclaimer: I don't own Murphy and Connor. I don't own anything from the Boondock Saints movies, I don't own the actors, the themes, nothing. The only thing I own is Brina. Time for Chapter 8 -
- Connor's POV -
He awoke in the apartment and in his own bed. He remembered everything, but was still pissed at everyone. Murphy had clocked him with a heavy vase, Brina was still alive and still new their secret. He sighed and rolled over to get out of his bed, only to be jerked like a dog on a leash. His wrist had a chain around it, connected to a base in the wall. He chuckled and jerked at it again. Looking at the door, he flopped his head backwards and yelled as loudly as he could manage. "Smecker!" A few minutes passed before the sounds of the locks on the door came. The door glided open and Smecker walked in, Greenly following him. "Well, hey there, Connor. Can I get you anything?" Connor sat on the edge of the mattress, resting his arms on his knees, and ran a hand through his hair, chuckling. "How about out of these chains, Smeck?"
Smecker made a clicking sound with his tongue as he stepped closer to Connor. He sat down at the table, crossing his legs, and lit up a cigarette. "Connor, I'd love to help you out there. But you see, you held a gun to my head. You were poised and ready to off me." He uncrossed his legs and knelt down to look Connor in the eye, his cigarette resting between the two fingers he was pointing at Connor with. "I know you're sick, kid. But you need help. You can't just run amok in the city killing whoever you wish. And that's why we have got you an appointment. She won't reveal how, but Brina has some friends in the higher up who will do this surgery, no questions asked, just payment." Connor's thoughts ran a thousand miles a minute. After all he did to her, and she was still willing to help him. Probably looking for something in return, stupid bitch. If it gave him an opportunity to get out of the chains, loose and free, he would take it. He looked at Smecker and held his hand out.
"Can I have a smoke? I can't do much damage with one of those, now can I?" Smecker leaned back in his chair and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and handing it to Connor. "Now, Connor. I'll be back, bright and early tomorrow to get you for your appointment. If you need anything, you holler for Greenly or Duffy and they'll get you what you need." Greenly followed the detective out the door, locking it behind them. Smecker turned to the tall, skinny detective. "You don't give him anything. Any food is to be on a paper plate. No knives, no forks. Spoons only, and you get them back when he's finished eating. We're treating him like a top priority prisoner until this surgery is , he'll be back to normal by then." The two guys nodded as he turned and walked down the hallway.
- Brina's POV -
She still hadn't spoken of everything that had happened with Connor. Murphy was good about giving her the time she needed. As she finished rinsing her hair out, that's when she decided she would tell him everything. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel before slipping on her robe. The smell of bacon wafted through the apartment as she opened the door and headed towards the kitchen. Murphy stood at the stove, a towel flung over his shoulder, as he moved bacon around in a pan. She smiled and leaned against the door frame, just watching him as he moved. He took the bacon off the stove, then the eggs, setting everything on the island bar. He looked up and smiled at her. She walked closer to him, wrapping an arm around his middle and giving him a kiss. "I didn't know you could cook. It's a pleasant surprise."
He chuckled as she sat down and started putting food onto her plate. She was starving and quickly made all her food history as he shoveled it in. She finished the orange juice and put her plate into the sink. "Murph, when you get done will you come into the bedroom?" He nodded. She walked down the hallway and into the bedroom, pushing the door up. She found a pair of jeans, a shirt, a bra, and a pair of underwear and got dressed. She unwrapped her hair and was ruffling the towel through it when Murphy walked in. "You wanted to see me?" She threw the towel onto the floor and sat on the bed. "I think I'm ready to talk about what happened. I know it's been a few days, but I've had time to just take a breath and get back to normal." He walked over and sat down beside her on the bed, using his hand to gently rub her back.
She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Well, it all started when Connor came in through the window. He said you guys had been found out, and you had to leave. He asked me to go with him, and I asked him what about you. He said you were packing, and you had sent him to come get me, to see if I'd go with you. So I did. But when I started packing, he hit me in the head with something and I don't remember anything until I woke up." He stayed quiet, listening to what she was telling him. He felt anger rise towards Connor, but didn't show it. He didn't want her to think he was mad at her. He cursed Connor's sickness, and prayed he'd get better. She went on to explain how she was chained. How he would bring her food. He inwardly, breathed a sigh when he learned all Connor had done was kiss her, for he had feared something much worse.
He saw tears threatening her eyes as she looked at him. "All I could think about was getting back to you. I think we've both been a little scared to say it, not wanting to push anything, but I realized it when I was waiting for him to come kill me. I love you, Murphy. And I know you love him. He's your blood and family, and I respect that. So I found a family friend who specializes in tumors and he's going to do surgery on Connor tomorrow." He took the information in, little by little. A small feeling of shock overcame him when she told him about the surgery. "Brina, after everything he did, all he put you through, and you want to help him?" She got onto her knees and sat down in his lap, facing him, before resting her arms on his shoulders. "Murphy, it's like you said. He's sick and he needs help. As horrific as it was, and as scared as I was, I agree. It's not like you guy can just waltz into the hospital and start appointments for brain surgery. He needs help, and I want to help." He smiled and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. She smiled and hugged him back, knowing a thank you from him couldn't cover what he was feeling. The next morning, she awoke to voices coming from the living room.
It was 5:30 am according to the clock. By 5:45, she had gotten up, dressed, and headed out the door. She found Smecker and Murphy standing there, talking. She walked over, sliding an arm around Murphy's waist, and listened. "Murphy, I didn't tell Connor about you riding along with him to the appointment. I don't want him to have any advantage. I am asking you, if it called for it, if he were threatening your life, the lives of Greenly and Duffy, could you put him down?" Murphy stayed silent, but nodded his head solemnly. "Excellent. Brina, you'll ride with me, in the car infront of Murphy and Connor and we'll lead them to the hospital." She nodded, showing no signs of arguing with the decisions. "I'll be back to pick you up in an hour. Going to go brief Greenly and Duffy. Just sit tight." He turned and left the apartment. She felt Murphy slip out from her arm and walk into the kitchen. She followed and saw a gun, dismantled and laying on a cloth on the counter. He slid into the stool and began picking up pieces, assembling the gun.
She watched him, certain he could do it blindfolded and in his sleep. "Murphy?" He pulled the slide back, gazing into the gun, and let it spring back into place before putting the magazine into the bottom, and shoving it in. He laid the gun on the counter and looked at her, showing her that she had his attention. She couldn't find the words to speak, but continued staring at him. "Brina, what is it?" She licked her lips and sighed, leaning on the counter. "You seem...different. Like you're gearing up for war, it won't be that difficult, will it?" He sighed and leaned forward on the stool. "Brina, it's not that simple. Connor, even before he got sick, was a fighter. If there was something he didn't want to do, he'd damn well find a way out of it. Now that he's sick...I can't put anything past him. As terrible as it is, just like Smecker said, I've got to be ready to kill my brother, if that's what it takes to stop him. I don't want to, I know I can if I have to, but I don't want to." She nodded, understanding, but still feeling sorry for the predicament it put him in. She walked down the hall and opened the fire escape window. She climbed out onto the balcony it provided and sat down, her legs dangling through the hole for the ladder. She lit a cigarette and watched the sun begin to peek over the buildings in the city. She wasn't content with just sitting down and watching television.
Murphy was acting weirdly zen with all of it. She closed her eyes as she took drag after drag, flicking the butts to the ground once the smoke was finished. Murphy climbed out and sat down beside her. She felt the slight roughness of his beard on his cheek as he kissed it, then felt his breath at her ear. "I love you too." A smile pulled at her lips and chills ran down her spine as she finally opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled and pulled her closer to him, holding her as a small breeze blew past them. "Murphy, he'll be alright." She felt him nod his head, giving a kiss on the top of her head, and then a sigh. "I know. Just have to get him there, first." An hour later, Smecker had collected them, and they sat in their separate cars, waiting for Connor to be escorted to his. She felt her heart in her throat when she saw the spikey brown hair walk closer.
Greenly opened the back door, and Smecker helped him into his seat, leaving Murphy to buckle him in. The door shut, and Smecker watched Greenly get in before he got into the driver's seat. "Brina, we're going to be going fast, to get him there before he has time to try anything. So if you would, sit down and buckle up. I can't worry about going fast and you at the same time. I am, a fabulous, but single man. I can't do everyone's worrying." She turned around and plopped down in the seat, fastening the seat belt across herself. Smecker started the engine and they were off. She resisted the urge to turn around and watch the other car, deciding upon conversation instead. "Paul, I never thanked you." He kept glancing back and forth between the rear view mirror and the road before him. "For what, Brina?" She looked at him, catching his glance for only a moment. "For looking for me. I know how worried Murphy had to have been. And I don't know what he would have done if it weren't for you helping him to look. Thank you." He smiled, keeping both hands on the wheel, and continuing to check behind and in front.
"It's nothing. But Murphy...he was ready to tear this city apart to find you." She smiled as they continued on. Ten anxious minutes later, the rolled up to the hospital. They drove to the back side door for laundry and Smecker told her to get out. She walked over to Murphy, keeping her distance from him, not wanting to distract him. He had his gun pulled and aimed, ready to shoot if anything happened. Greenly, once again, opened the door. "Come on out, Connor. We're gonna get you some help, buddy." His feet appeared on the ground below the door, and his head came into view as he stood up. He had heavy scruff on his chin and wild, unruly hair. A pair of handcuffs glinted in the morning sun as the door shut. The tension could have been cut with a dull knife. Duffy took him by the crook of his elbow and they walked towards the door. As soon as they stepped inside, there was a nurse and a wheel chair. Murphy slipped his gun into the band of his pants on his back as Connor took a seat. The younger black woman pulled a needle from her pocket and took off the cover, preparing to sedate Connor. And as she brought it down to his arm, that's when the shit hit the fan.
- Okay, so there's chapter 8. Forgive me if there are errors in it, I just got acrylic nails and I'm re-learning to type with them on...so yeah. Please have pity lol Hope you like it, and I will update very soon. ;-)
Edit - 3/12/2014 - I hadn't realized it had posted as one huge paragraph. I have fixed it now, and I hope it'll stay this way. Fingers crossed and kudos to SweetKiwi for reading it like that anyways. :D
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