Title: Kiss the Pony

Fandom: Boondock Saints

Pairings: Murphy/Connor

Rating: R

Warnings: There be violence in this chapter. Not much but enough to warrant a warning. Also kid!fic, twincest, incest.

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: Gahhh my mom is so mean to me. She played a horrible prank on me. She freaking put laxatives in the brownies she made for me! What kind of sick mom does that to their kid? Well apparently my mom does. When I confronted her all she did was laugh and tell me to stay close to the toilet. So freaking glad I don't have to work today.

"I hate my life…I swear I was sent to this Earth for the sole purpose of being tortured." Connor mumbled to himself. His arms were crossed against this chest and he was staring into the mirror Murphy had installed onto the wall.

"Oh stop being such a baby" Murphy said slapping him across the back of his head "you looking fucking good."

"Daddy" Mary said in a mock shocked voice as she stared wide eyed up at Murphy, who was actually fucking blushing. Connor couldn't help but laugh, after the near hundred times Murphy had yelled at him to control his langue he goes and drops the F bomb right in front of the kid.

Not that it really mattered, Mary was starting to cuss just as much as he and Murphy did. Murphy fretted over it and told Mary that it was bad to cuss. But honestly Connor just thought it was hilarious, she was going to learn how to cuss why not learn it now?

Connor caught the way Murphy's eyes lit up when Mary called him daddy, she had started doing that a few weeks ago. Murphy had come back from a hit covered in blood, mostly his and Mary had freaked out. But not in the way a normal kid would do. Instead she had grabbed Murphy by the hand and pulled him into the kitchen, Murphy too dazed to do anything else had followed along. He had been taking a shower when Murphy had stumbled into the loft. And by time he had gotten the shower turned off and a pair of jeans thrown on Mary had Murphy sitting at a chair and she had a wash cloth washing the blood away from a bullet wound.

Sitting on the table was gauze and a bottle of Betadine, Mary had been halfway through cleaning the wound before Connor had gotten to them. A surge of pride and shock had gone through Connor at seeing Mary caring for Murphy's wound. They had never taught her that, if they had ever come back injured from a hit they would make Mary go to the other side of the room and color while they cleaned the wound quickly; making sure that Mary was not looking. Blood freaked Mary out, or so Connor and Murphy had thought. So however Mary had learned to clean a wound it was most certainly not from Connor and Murphy.

Connor had removed Mary from the Murphy's side and told her to go color, which she had not done, she had just stood there and handed him more wash cloths and the tweezers to pull the bullet shard out of Murphy's arm. When Murphy had come out of his daze he had been pissed that Connor had let Mary help. And since then Mary had clung to him like he was going to disappear. She followed him around like a little lost duck, crawled into his bed during the night, and would sit by the door the entire he was gone.

After that incident Mary had taken to calling Murphy daddy. Murphy never corrected her, never told her that her dad was dead and that he was a poor substitute for her dad. Instead each time she had called him that he had gotten a little spark in his face. A small glimmer of happiness that stood out in the dark shit storm that had become their lives.

"Yeah Murphy" Connor said reaching back and slapping his brother in the face. An unlit cigarette hung out of Connor's mouth. They had agreed on not smoking inside, but he couldn't quite stop the habit of having a cigarette in his mouth. "Whatch yer mouth."

Glaring at Connor through the mirror Murphy tugged roughly on the clump of hair he was holding onto. Connor barely suppressed cussing at Murphy. And Murphy sensing that smirked at him.

Beside them Mary giggled "We should color that one pink" she said as she held up a spray can of pink hair color.

"Oh come on…seriously" Connor whined as he slouched lower in his seat.

"Don't be so grouchy Connor" Mary waggled her small finger at her and popped the top off of the spray can. Connor mumbled under his breath as Murphy took the pink can from Mary and started spraying a good size chunk of his hair pink.

Connor had found it increasingly harder to say no to Mary. If she wanted a piggy back ride around the loft all she had to do was stick her bottom lip out and he was suckered in. If she wanted a new dress she widened her eyes a bit turned down the corners of her mouth and he'd be in the store down the street buying multiple dresses. New coloring books a slight turn of her head to the left. A soda pop her head dipped low while she looked at him through her eyelashes. Wanted to sleep in his bed, a kiss to the cheek. He was one hundred percent totally unable to say no to Mary.

The only time he ever said no, only time he had to tell her no, the only time Murphy had to tell her no was if she asked to go outside. It had been over three months since they had rescued Mary from the Mob bosses house and she had only gone outside three times. The first time is when they had brought her to their loft, crying and shaking and clinging onto Murphy.

The second time was a few days later, she had snuck out during the night. Murphy nearly had a massive stroke when he woke up and found her spot on his bed empty. She had made it all the way down to the end of the block before they had caught up to her. Connor had carried her back as she clung to them and told them she didn't want them to die so she left. Connor couldn't remember a time he had been more terrified.

The third time had been a few days ago, Mary had finally gotten tired of being cooped up in the loft. She had wanted to go outside and play, wanted to go to the playground and play with other children. She wanted to see the sunshine that wasn't contaminated by grime covered windows. She had thrown a fit, not just any fit but it could be easily classified as the fit of the century. She had gone on a rampage and tried to destroy everything in her site. And they had just sat by and watched it happen. After she had worn herself out and passed out on the floor Connor had gone over and scooped her up and put her in the small pink bed they bought for her.

That night Murphy and had slid into Connor's bed face pressed towards Connors whispering, hoping that Mary couldn't hear them. "She needs a normal life Connor, this shit we got going on ain't healthy for her."

"What do you want to do?" Connor had asked, he hadn't admitted it but it chest had tightened up a bit as he thought what Murphy's words meant. If they meant that Murphy wanted to give Mary up, take her to someone that could probably all in likely deal with this better, he wasn't sure if he could go along with it.

"We have to get this taken care of…we've barely made any progress just a few low level thugs" Murphy whispered his breath ghosting over Connor's face and lips.

Connor couldn't help the small smile that tugged up the corners of his mouth "We'll get this shit sorted."

"Good" Murphy said as his eyes slid shut and he wiggled closer.

They had been more intent on watching Mary after that, making sure she wasn't creeping towards the front door.

He was pretty sure that Murphy got the bright orange spray on his face on purpose, the fact that his entire left cheek and part of his bare shoulders and chest was painted a violent shade of orange proved it. And if that didn't the fact that Murphy was laughing so hard that tears were squeezing out of his eyes did.

"You're dead" Connor growled as he bound out of his chair and tackled Murphy to the ground. Behind him Connor could hear Mary giggle with delight as she watched as Connor pinned Murphy to the ground and rubbed his multi-colored hair all over Murphy's face effectively painting it into a smeared and messed up rainbow.

"Daddy's pretty" Mary yelled as she leapt onto Connor's back her long hair tickling his back as she wrapped her legs around Connor's back. "Connor is a pony" Mary yelled with delight as she kicked Connor in the rib cage.

From beneath him Murphy laughed and wiggled his way out "That's right Connor is the pony" Murphy said as he jumped up and scooped Mary off of Connor. Mary's slight weight was replaced by Murphy's entire body mass, plus Mary's weight, slamming into his back as Murphy jumped rather then sat on Connors's back.

Being between the floor and Murphy's body weight was not a pleasant thing, his chest and ribs hurt from the rough collision with the floor. But the pain was temporally forgotten when Mary's giggles reached his ears.

"Daddy killed the pony" Mary giggled as she bounced in Murphy's lap.

"The pony is about to kill daddy" Connor huffed out, earning him a laugh from both Mary and Murphy.

As Connor lay beneath Murphy a brief flash of what had happened three days ago flashed through his head. It was quick but it sucked the air out of his lungs and the laugh in his throat died. It was quick enough that Murphy noticed his stilling body and slid off so he was sitting beside Connor his back pressed against Connor's side.

They had gotten their first big break in months, the personal assistant to the guy that they were looking for to be exact. They had figured out where he lived and went to his place while Mary was asleep, the doors locked tight, windows locked and metal bars jammed in sideways making it impossible to open the window.

When they got there, they had been ambushed, the assistant had known that they were coming and had knocked Murphy and Connor unconscious the moment they walked into the door. They had woken up slumped over tied to each other.

Murphy had jerked against him, even without seeing his face Connor knew his eyes were wide and frightened. And he knew what exactly Murphy was thinking "Mary" he whispered beneath his breath. Connor could feel Murphy's head jerk around desperately trying to see if Mary was anywhere was in site.

Connor had gritted his teeth and searched the apartment praying that he wouldn't find the familiar mop of curly brown hair anywhere in sight. A coat thrown over the side of the couch had out of the corner of his eye looked exactly like Mary's hair and full blown panic and burst through Connor's chest. Every nerve ending was on fire and it felt like his heart was beating so fast that it was going to explode or just simply stop beating.

"At last I can put a face to the famous McManus brothers" a heavy accented Italian voice had drawled out from somewhere off to the left.

The owner of the voice had slowly walked into view and Connor had a sudden and violent urge to stab the knife attached to his ankle home in the guys jugular. If he had hurt Mary or Murphy in way at all he would do everything in his power to make sure that fat bastard die a slow and horrendously painful death.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting" it was the assistant, he was dressed in fancy suit, his hair slicked back and his tiny beady eyes gleamed in the minimal light. "You two have given us quite a bit grief over the last two months." As he walked closer Connor could sense Murphy tense up, he was coiled up with anger and it was taking everything in his power not to start cussing and threatening the guy.

"But now all of that is over…after tonight we no longer have to worry. We will kill you then bring Mary to our boss and all will be done."

Connor lay on the ground with Murphy beside him, Mary sitting on Murphy's lap both staring at him and he shuddered. The other night was the most ruthless he had ever been. Just the thought of any one of those slimy arrogant bastard laying a finger on Mary or Murphy had snapped something inside him he hadn't know had been there.

They didn't stand a chance, Connor had quickly maneuvered himself and grabbed his knife, the idiotic assholes hadn't bothered checking them thoroughly for weapons, too sure and confident in their ability to keep him and Murphy contained. The ropes were slit and he was on his feet before the other guys in the room had a chance to react.

He remembered the blood the most, they had used before because they weren't personal, guns allowed them to shoot and kill without getting close. But with a knife it was different, every single slash, cut, and stab felt like a small piece of relief. Each person that fell to the ground was one less person that in the end could hurt Murphy or worse Mary.

A chilling emptiness had filled Connor as he slide home his blade into the assistants throat. It was only when Murphy had grabbed his shoulder, fingers bloody and warm on his skin that Connor had felt anything. The sure hand on Connor's shoulder had grounded home and brought him slamming back into reality.

They had doused the house with lighter fluid and set it on fire, knowing there was no way they could get rid of all their finger prints, but not before grabbing the assistants brief case and some papers off his desk.

"Connor" Murphy said softly his hand on Connor's shoulder in an eerily similarity from the other night. When they had come back to the loft Mary had thankfully been asleep still and unharmed. They had quickly showered shoved their bloody clothes into garbage bags before grabbing what clothes and stuff they needed and they had split. Left behind the loft that had been their home for the last couple of years, grabbed Mary and ran to some off the beaten path rundown motel.

"I'm fine" Connor said as he rolled over onto his back. Mary was staring at him with something he couldn't recognize in her eyes, something that seemed too adult for a three year old.

"Kiss the pony!" Mary shouted out of nowhere as she jumped out of Murphy's lap.

"What?" Connor and Murphy had both asked at the same time, Connor was sure they looked like cartoons both of their eyes wide in shock and mouths hanging open.

"Daddy kiss the pony" Mary said again a grin forming on her face as she beamed at the two of them.

"Mary that isn't…" Murphy started but Mary cut him off.

"Daddy loves the pony…pony loves daddy…so kiss!" Mary demanded. Murphy started protesting again but Mary cut him off with a stare that would turn any hardened criminal into goo.

Murphy mumbled something under his breath and leaned over and pressed a kiss against Connor's forehead. The sensation of Murphy's lips on his forehead snapped him out of the funk he had been in and he reached up cupping the back of Murphy's neck and pulled him down pressing his lips against Murphy's. In the distance Connor could hear Mary's footsteps walking away as Murphy pressed into the kiss.