[FIC] That Little Voice Said... Ch 2 , T , BDS/BtVS crossover

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Title: That Little Voice Said…
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Crossover with BtVS and Boondock Saints.
Rating: T for language
Warnings: Just language.
Pairings : No pairings
Character(s): Oz, Connor & Murphy MacManus
Summary: He didn’t know why he stopped to offer a ride.

 

 

This started out as a one shot set in the WIP ‘verse I’m currently writing(currently posted at TTH and FFN). Things kinda grew from there.

Pre-Sirenes ‘verse. After Colorado for Oz, but before England.

Post Movies for the MacManus Twins.

Deadly Secret

 

 

Traveling with the MacManus brothers was proving to be quite an interesting adventure.

 

That was how Oz chose to view it. An adventure. He had made sure that the brothers understood from the beginning that he wouldn’t physically participate in their activities, other than driving them of course. Supernatural beasties were one thing; he’d leave the human retribution to the Saints. It seemed to work out for all involved, so far.

 

But the next lunar cycle was coming to an end. The full moon was only a day away; Oz could feel it with every passing minute. Although the twins had readily accepted the existence of vampires, (who wouldn’t after seeing a fledge turning to dust?) Oz wasn’t entirely sure they wouldn’t try to fill him full of holes when they found out about his monthly condition. He was mildly surprised that the ever curious Murphy had yet to discover the reinforced cage built into the very back of his van.

 

When Oz made the offer to help the brothers however he could, Connor and Murphy asked him where he was headed. Their disbelief at his mention of England was amusing, especially when he turned down their offer to purchase his van. The fact that they didn’t have enough money wasn’t the issue.

 

“What do you mean, ‘you’re taking it with you’? Are fuckin’ insane man?” Murphy’s eyes were wide and Connor was about two seconds from all out laughter.

 

“I’m taking it with me. I didn’t leave it behind when I went to Tibet; I’m certainly not leaving it behind now. That’s why I’m headed to Florida. It’ll be easier to transport it out from there.”

 

“Tibet? What on Earth possessed you to go there?” Murphy’s voice sounded muffled coming from the backseat.

 

“Dude! What are you looking for?” Oz winced when he heard a loud clanging, like metal against metal, coming from the back of the van.

 

“Ah fuck me! Osbourne, why do ye ‘ave a fuckin’ cage in the back of ye van?”

 

“Aww, dude! Hold on. I’m gonna pull over.”

 

Connor watched Oz carefully as he pulled off the road onto the shoulder.

 

His thoughts whirling, Oz decided to just lay everything out and let the brothers take it from there.

 

“I’m from Sunnydale, California.” He eyed Connor cautiously, hoping to see a glimmer of recognition and although he didn’t really expect it, the blank look on Connor’s face said it all. The MacManus boys were completely ignorant of the supernatural world. The vampire he had staked as proof that things really did go ‘bump’ in the night wasn’t enough. They needed the whole story.

 

“Sunnydale was built over La Boca Del Infierno.”

 

“The mouth of Hell? Hey, I thought you said we shouldn’t speak Latin in the van?”

 

“That particular phrase won’t cause a problem. Look, remember the vampire I staked? To prove they were real?”

 

Connor and Murphy nodded and Oz noticed they both had their hands on the butt of their guns.

 

“Vampires aren’t the only things that go ‘bump’ in the night. Demons and werewolves are real too.”

 

Murphy leaned forward with a puzzled expression and asked, “Do ye catch them then?”

 

The Were’ smiled and shook his head. “No man, the cage is for protection as well.” Oz could practically see the wheels turning in Connor’s head and explained. “I lock myself inside three nights a month to protect others.”

 

The air left Connor’s lungs in a rush and Oz bowed his head, suddenly afraid to watch death approaching and missed the silent communication between the twins. As one they placed their right hands upon his head and the hairs rose on his neck as they both spoke over him, “Síochán leat. Nár lagaí Dia do lámh.”

 

His anxiety melted away and Oz felt a rush of sudden tears that he quickly swallowed down before he cautiously raised his head. “What was that?”

 

“An Irish Blessing.” Murphy’s cheerful voice sounded in his ear.

 

“You protect others from the affliction put upon you and make no complaint. You’re a good man Daniel Osbourne.” Connor’s eyes seemed to burn through him and Oz felt the weight of the man’s gaze.

 

“Thank you.” His voice was thick around the strange lump in his throat. Oz looked up into Murphy’s eyes and was amazed at the impish gleam.

 

“So, can we watch ye change then?” The familiar sound of Connor smacking his brother sounded. “Ow! Stop fuckin’ hittin’”

 

“That’s a mite fuckin’ personal, don’t ye think?”

 

“It’s okay Connor. It’s actually a good idea.” Oz laughed at the smug look on Murphy’s face. “You both have to swear you won’t come near me for any reason.”

 

Two voices said, “We swear.”

 

“When will it happen?” Connor’s soft tone seemed to calm his brother’s excitement.

 

“Tomorrow night. Need to lay in some supplies and find a remote area.”

 

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“So tell me Oz, if a wooden stake does indeed kill a vampire, will a silver bullet kill a werewolf?”

 

Oz had been checking the cage and had missed Connor’s approach. The man’s demeanor was unreadable and Oz met his eyes with a steady gaze. “Yes, a silver bullet through the heart will kill me, but I hope that would be used as a last resort. There’s a tranq gun under the back seat just in case things get too scary.”

 

“Right then.” Relief flashed on Connor’s face and he turned back to his brother with a smile.

 

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“Holy Mother… Ow! Connor! Stop fuckin hitting me! I think the Blessed Mother will forgive me a few profanities while watching the likes of that!” Murphy pointed at the spectacle taking place in the reinforced cage at the back of the van. The howling alone was enough to raise the hair on their bodies as the brothers watched their friend Oz transform into a werewolf.

 

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“Do ye think ‘es in pain at all?” Connor whispered into Murphy’s ear as they watched the creature from their perch behind the van and then winced as even that slight noise set the wolf to howling and snarling again. The sight of the wolf throwing itself against the bars was disturbing and he was beginning to think the tranq gun was a good idea, if only for a few hours relief from the noise.

 

“You know maybe ‘e hungry? ‘e did buy those bloody steaks.”

 

“I’m quite sure ‘es fuckin’ hungry, but I think a bloody cow isn’t what he’d prefer right now brother. Anyway, ‘ow we supposed to fuckin’ feed ‘em to the beastie?”

 

“Oz said to stay far away from the cage, and I certainly don’t like riskin’ a swipe. The tranq gives ‘im ‘angover ‘e said. What else ca’ we do to calm the beastie?”

 

“Ma used to sing to us. Remember?”

 

Murphy snorted. “As much as she’d probly agree that we were beasts, I don’ think it will work. But go ahead and knock yersel’ out mate. ‘m gonna water the ditch.” He stood up, shaking his head when his brother began to sing in a low voice. It was a comforting song and Connor’s voice complimented the simple melody better than their mother’s ever had. When he was finished, Murphy made his way back to the log they had drug over to sit on, humming along under his breath. As he sat next to Connor, he unconsciously added lyrics, replacing his soft humming. 

 

“Be thou my battle shield, sword for the fight. Be thou my dignity, thou my delight. Thou my soul's shelter, thou my high tower. Raise thou me heavenward, O power of my power.”

 

Connor and Murphy stopped singing at the sight of the feral creature sitting back on his haunches and tilting its head. A whine and a short bark startled them into song again. Taking advantage of the creature’s quiet mood, they stuck the meat on the end of the long sticks Murphy had found earlier and pushed it through the bars.

 

“Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise

Thou mine inheritance, now and always

Thou and thou only, first in my heart

High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.”

 

The MacManus brothers finished the song and watched in awe as the massive wolf swallowed the meat whole, then turned on the blanket seven times and settled down, his enormous head resting on equally immense paws. He stared at them with glowing yellow eyes for several minutes and then closed them with a huff.

 

Connor and Murphy looked at each other and then as one, turned back to the log. Using it as a prayer bench, they kissed their rosary, knelt and began their evening prayers.

 

 

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“Síochán leat. Nár lagaí Dia do lámh.” – “Peace be with you. May God not weaken your hand.”

 

Be Thou My Vision – Irish Lullaby/Hymn

 

A/N - I've been severely bitten by the BDS bug. The bunny has been relentless in its pursuit of Their story with Oz... much to the detriment of my other WIP – Sirenes. Who knows where this is headed.

 

Comments

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Woot! More fic!
Gotta run but I'll read it when I get home tonight.

[wizefics.livejournal.com]

Great next chapter. The bit with Oz telling them his secret and their quiet acceptance was beautiful. The part where they watched the transformation was really funny! Poor Murphy is gonna be bruised by the time this is all said and done.

Hehehe, I also got the giggles when the twins were incredulous that Oz'd go to England. *lol*