Boondock Saints fic: The Iron (Connor, Murphy, Rocco)
TITLE: The Iron
AUTHOR: 1000traenen
FANDOM: Boondock Saints
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco
GENRE: Gen
PROMPT: 066. Pain
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 480
SUMMARY: Missing scene from the movie. In the apartment after the encounter with Il Duce.
WARNINGS:
NOTES: Spoilers for the movie. But if you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’ve seen it anyway. And unfortunately, Connor’s lovely accent doesn’t come through here. Use your imagination. For the 100_tales comm. Link to my table.
DISCLAIMER: Boondock Saints was brought to us by Troy Duffy, who I assume owns the story and the characters. And as much as I’d love to claim either Sean Patrick Flanery or Norman Reedus, I can’t.
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Each of the three had an injury. Rocco was screaming about his finger, Murphy had a hand clamped on his upper arm while Connor was trying to keep his weight solely on one leg. Since Murphy’s arm was bleeding the worst, they cook care of him once the iron got hot enough. Connor kept his focus on Murph’s arm, not wanting to see the pain in his brother’s eyes once the iron touched skin.
Connor set the iron back on the stove, then sat next to his brother with a bowl of water and bandages.
“Sorry to have to do that,” Connor whispered as he cleaned his brother’s arm.
Murphy didn’t say anything, because he knew what was coming for Connor. The slightly elder MacManus (Murphy disagreed) insisted that Rocco go next, and the only one to argue the point was Murphy. He’d noticed how Connor was moving around- slowly and painfully. But Rocco was still going on about his finger, and Murphy finally relented if it meant that Rocco would keep quiet about it.
Rocco bucked against the hot iron on his hand, and both brothers had a hard time with their respective tasks. But once Rocco was set, it was Connor’s turn. The more stoic of the brothers sat on the table, Murphy right behind him with the gag. And as much as Connor didn’t want to move, the iron was just too hot and it set his already flaring nerve endings on fire. He reached behind, Murphy being his only comfort in the haze he was in.
Once Rocco removed the iron, setting it back on the stove, Murphy moved from behind his weary brother. Connor went to recline, but Murphy stopped him.
“The couch’ll be more comfortable,” Murphy said, helping his brother into the next room.
Rocco was in one of the chairs as the brothers came in. Connor sat hard on the sofa, Murphy helping him swing his legs up. Wordlessly, Murphy went back into the kitchen for some water and bandages, and went about cleaning up his brother’s wound.
Murphy brought the supplies into the kitchen, coming back into the living room with a bottle of whiskey. He managed to get Connor to drink some before he fell into a pain-laced sleep. Then Murphy sat on the floor, his back against the couch and when he leaned back, his head rested against his brother’s chest. A few swigs later, Murphy joined his brother in dreamland while Rocco dozed in the chair.
A few hours later found the two brothers and their friend back in the kitchen, which they had quickly cleaned up. They turned on the news to find Smecker giving a press conference, and explained how they knew Smecker.
Their wounds were still sore, but there was work to be done. And the Saints weren’t about to shy away from some hard work.
AUTHOR: 1000traenen
FANDOM: Boondock Saints
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Connor MacManus, Murphy MacManus, Rocco
GENRE: Gen
PROMPT: 066. Pain
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 480
SUMMARY: Missing scene from the movie. In the apartment after the encounter with Il Duce.
WARNINGS:
NOTES: Spoilers for the movie. But if you’re reading this, I’m assuming you’ve seen it anyway. And unfortunately, Connor’s lovely accent doesn’t come through here. Use your imagination. For the 100_tales comm. Link to my table.
DISCLAIMER: Boondock Saints was brought to us by Troy Duffy, who I assume owns the story and the characters. And as much as I’d love to claim either Sean Patrick Flanery or Norman Reedus, I can’t.
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Each of the three had an injury. Rocco was screaming about his finger, Murphy had a hand clamped on his upper arm while Connor was trying to keep his weight solely on one leg. Since Murphy’s arm was bleeding the worst, they cook care of him once the iron got hot enough. Connor kept his focus on Murph’s arm, not wanting to see the pain in his brother’s eyes once the iron touched skin.
Connor set the iron back on the stove, then sat next to his brother with a bowl of water and bandages.
“Sorry to have to do that,” Connor whispered as he cleaned his brother’s arm.
Murphy didn’t say anything, because he knew what was coming for Connor. The slightly elder MacManus (Murphy disagreed) insisted that Rocco go next, and the only one to argue the point was Murphy. He’d noticed how Connor was moving around- slowly and painfully. But Rocco was still going on about his finger, and Murphy finally relented if it meant that Rocco would keep quiet about it.
Rocco bucked against the hot iron on his hand, and both brothers had a hard time with their respective tasks. But once Rocco was set, it was Connor’s turn. The more stoic of the brothers sat on the table, Murphy right behind him with the gag. And as much as Connor didn’t want to move, the iron was just too hot and it set his already flaring nerve endings on fire. He reached behind, Murphy being his only comfort in the haze he was in.
Once Rocco removed the iron, setting it back on the stove, Murphy moved from behind his weary brother. Connor went to recline, but Murphy stopped him.
“The couch’ll be more comfortable,” Murphy said, helping his brother into the next room.
Rocco was in one of the chairs as the brothers came in. Connor sat hard on the sofa, Murphy helping him swing his legs up. Wordlessly, Murphy went back into the kitchen for some water and bandages, and went about cleaning up his brother’s wound.
Murphy brought the supplies into the kitchen, coming back into the living room with a bottle of whiskey. He managed to get Connor to drink some before he fell into a pain-laced sleep. Then Murphy sat on the floor, his back against the couch and when he leaned back, his head rested against his brother’s chest. A few swigs later, Murphy joined his brother in dreamland while Rocco dozed in the chair.
A few hours later found the two brothers and their friend back in the kitchen, which they had quickly cleaned up. They turned on the news to find Smecker giving a press conference, and explained how they knew Smecker.
Their wounds were still sore, but there was work to be done. And the Saints weren’t about to shy away from some hard work.