Archive: ask first, thanks
Rated: G
Fandom, Pairing: Boondock Saints, Gen: Connor McManus, Murphy McManus
Disclaimer: not mine, never was mine, never will be mine. all is jk rowling's.
Word Count: 277
Authors Note: Yet another not-a-drabble, not-a-fic thing. Short, and still gen.


Everyone always assumed that Connor was the one that took care of them. He was the hardest to rile, the last to get in a fight. But when it came down to it, Murphy was really the one who looked after them both.

Anyone who knew them knew that the quickest way to get Murphy on his feet was to say something about Connor. You could talk about Murphy all day long, talk about their mother the whole night through, but the second Connor's name left anyone's lip accompanied by anything other than praise, Murphy's body would still to that point that everyone could see meant he was about to snap.

You didn't even get that warning when you went after Connor physically. You touched him and the next thing you knew you'd be on the floor, Murphy standing over you, blue eyes flashing.

Whenever they got into fights, they knew that they were there for each other. They just seemed to know where each other were, when the other needed help, when they could handle the situation on their own. Connor always knew that no matter what happened, no matter how many men had him cornered, Murphy would be there to get him out.

After that first hit that went all to hell, Murphy had held Connor's gag, his body pressing up against his twin's, telling him that he was there for him, that he was still protecting him. And for all that it hurt like nothing Connor'd ever experienced before, he knew it wasn't half as bad as it could have been because his brother was there behind him, right where he always had been.