One thing about Boston, the weather was usually nice. Unless it was raining. Which is was. Connor sighed, and looked at his brother. Something wasn't quite right with Murphy, and it was up to him, Connor, to find out before Da dropped him out on his ear ( Read more... )

His head hurt.

Thump, thud, thump

Stairs?

Someone carrying him.

Heart beat.

Hurt.

Shoulder feltheavy. Like an anvil. Weighing him down.

Thud, thump, thud

So many colors.

Upside down.

Can't think.

Hurts too much.

Thump, thud, hurts, hurts,, ow. Creak

A door opening. Warmth.

Bed.

Sleep

"We should go to Vegas," he said over steak and potatoes. She nearly choked on her tea ( Read more... )

"Are you sure? Detective MacManus. M-A-C...Aye. All right. Later." Connor hung up the phone a bit harshly, making it ring feedback at him. He shoved it to the far side of the table and got to his feet with a growl and a grumble ( Read more... )

He was disoriented, confused. Unable to make proper sense of...well, anything. He'd been shot, and just when he thought he was going down, he found himself in a bar. Not just any bar, oh no. The Bar At The End Of The Universe. And Murphy was there. Murphy who had been dead and gone three months. Alive and well, and eight years younger than Connor ( Read more... )

[OOC: I have written permission to God-Mod teh Murph if needed while Murph!Mun is away.]Connor wakes from a restless sleep. Damn, his body hurts. he's thankful to Sara for patching him up, but then he'd pretty much passed out before he could get any whisky in him. He barely remembeered the journey up to Murphy's room, and was pretty sure Murphy had ( Read more... )

He'd been alone too long, holed up in his room, in Murph's room. Sleeping in Murph's bed, wearing Murph's clothes because it made him feel closer to his brother. He knew he was a disappointment, his twin would beat him senseless for acting this way, if he could ( Read more... )