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crossoverficTitle: That Little Voice Said…
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Crossover with BtVS, Supernatural 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.
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Crossover with BtVS, Supernatural 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. This is going farther than originally intended, but I can’t stop yet. Our boys aren’t done. Can’t say how many chapters this will have. It’s taken on a mind of its own.
Pre-Sirenes ‘verse. After Colorado for Oz, but before England.
Post Movies for the MacManus Twins.
Translations are in (parentheses) immediately after each line.
Ch 3
Of the Just
The sound of birds chirping and low voices overrode the sounds of his dreaming and brought Oz out of his sleep slowly. His dreams seemed to be adding to his compulsion toward England. An ever elusive scent hung in the air whenever he awoke, causing disconcerting feelings to surface. Feelings he didn’t expect to feel so soon after leaving Sunnydale for good. Oz shook his head to clear it and rolled onto his hands and knees. Reaching through the bars he grabbed the keys to unlock the door and then climbed out of the back of the van. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and stumbled to the fire, collapsing on the ground near a grinning Murphy.
Oz smacked his lips and grimaced, groaning in thanks at Connor when a coffee mug was shoved under his nose. “Did someone catch it?” He asked in a pained voice.
“Catch what man?” Murphy replied.
“The cat that crapped in my mouth.” The brothers laughed as he had intended and he continued. “Dude, I haven’t had morning after taste this bad since…” His face paled and he set the mug down with a shaky hand. “Please tell me I didn’t get out.”
Murphy slapped him on the back. “Of course not mate. Why would you think that?”
“Because the only times I’ve woke up with a taste like that in my mouth, I got tranq’d or ate a zombie.”
“Fuckin’ hell… Zombies ‘r real too?”
Oz’s complexion took on a green tinge that clashed with his hair. “Uh, dude. Unfortunately yes. I didn’t eat meat for a week. Which is hard for me, considering I seriously need it this time of the month.”
Connor laughed. “No worries mate! Murphy and I fed your beastie those bloody steaks you bought. Hey! Maybe the meat was bad?”
Oz paled again and gasped. “You promised not to come near me!”
Murphy threw his arm around the Were’s shoulder, “Connor calmed the beastie wi’ ‘is dulcet tones and we poked the meat through the bars with a stick. ‘e gobbled it right down and then lay down to sleep.”
Shocked, Oz gazed at Connor curiously. “I thought it was just a dream. You actually sang to me?”
Embarrassed, Connor’s cheeks flushed and he glared at his brother. “Aye. Our Ma used to sing to us when we wouldn’t settle. Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Oz grinned. “Dulcet tones huh?”
“Fuck off.”
Oz cut his eyes at Murphy. “Why did I dream about two voices last night?”
Connor started laughing and pointed at Murphy. “ ‘cause ‘e joined in. When I suggested it, ‘e was all ‘knock yourself out, gonna go piss’ but then came back hummin’ along an’ added the harmony.”
“Aww, man, I’m touched.” Oz smirked at Murphy.
Murphy responded by whacking him on the head. “Tetched in the head more like. Had to do somethin’ ‘bout all the racket. Bloody beastie was drivin’ me mad.”
Oz had stopped laughing and Connor noticed he was looking at them speculatively.
“What?” The twins asked simultaneously, causing Oz to shudder.
“That still freaks me out man.” The brothers only shrugged and grinned in response.
The Were’ looked between the brothers and asked, “You do realize that the ‘beastie’ is me right? I don’t completely disappear when the wolf comes out, just like the wolf never completely goes away.”
“How can tha’ be?” Connor asked.
“Most of the time, werewolves lose themselves to their beast under the moon, they have no control. But with the training I’ve gone through and with several charms, I’m able to mostly control my beast. It’s like two entities sharing one body, but merged. I’ve actually stood under the full moon a few times and not changed. I can only do that one night during the moon though. The less I allow the wolf to run and be free, the wilder and less controlled he is.”
“Can ye change without the moon, like right now?” Murphy asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, but it’s not something I like to do often, especially now since the moon isn’t far off. Did it completely by accident once and almost killed an innocent.”
“What happened man?”
“About two years after I was infected, I lost control of my wolf and almost killed my girl.”
“Shite, you sure you want to talk out this?” Murphy squeezes Oz’s shoulder.
Connor shot his brother a glare. “Shut up.”
Oz snorted. “It scared me enough to get me to do something more than lock myself up three days a month. I had a lead on where I could go for help and ended up in Tibet. Found some Monks. They taught me control. When I went home, I found out the hard way my girl wasn’t mine anymore.”
“Bloody hell. She took up wi’ another bloke?”
“In her defense, I was gone for six months.” He waved his hand in dismissal when Murphy looked like he would protest. “No, when I got back we spent the whole night together, talking. I thought we would get back together. But, later that day, I ran into her ‘friend’. She was completely saturated with Willow’s scent.”
“Scent? You mean you could smell your girl all over this woman?” Connor winced in sympathy.
Murphy took a drag on his cigarette and laughed on the exhale. “That’s fuckin’ bizarre man.”
“Hey! Wolf here. Can’t help it. Got hearing like a wolf too. Anyway, I kinda lost it. ‘Cause, man, she never said anything the whole night and then to find out like that… It felt like another betrayal.”
“What do ye mean another betrayal? Fuck, this is getting’ too serious, we need beer.”
Connor and Oz shot Murphy an incredulous look.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning fuckwit.”
“But it’ll be noon by the time we get to a town.”
“Ugh, no beer. It’s okay dude. All under the bridge. We parted as friends.”
“Alright mate. So why are ye going to England?”
“I’ll tell you on the way.”
“Where we goin’?”
“I’m assuming you fed my wolf all of the meat?”
“Yes.” Two voices answered him.
“We’re going into town.”
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“Are you sure you want to eat here Murph?” Oz didn’t even try to hide the disbelief in his voice as they drove up to the only bar/restaurant within fifty miles. “We can go back and get enough for lunch at that little grocer’s.”
“But not a drink. I need a drink after all of that serious shite you just laid on us.”
Oz looked to Connor for backup and only got a sympathetic grimace. “Sorry Oz, I’m with Murph.”
With a resigned sigh, he pulled into the parking lot and as he got out, he noticed another van parked at the far end, under a tree. The lot was fairly empty, only another truck and a large black car taking up the other spaces. Shrugging off an uneasy feeling, he climbed out and followed the MacManus brothers into the bar. It took a moment for his vision to adjust to the dim interior and he found the brothers as they took possession of a table at the back of the room. Their orders were placed quickly and brought out in a surprisingly short time, pleasing the hungry men. Tucking into his food, Oz never noticed the brothers’ constant monitoring of the room.
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The sensation of being watched had been increasing by the minute and Oz began to feel a pressing need to turn around, but that never turned out well. A breeze blew in through the window at the far side of the room, bringing with it a queasy feeling at the scent Oz had hoped to never come in contact with again. Feeling the hairs rise on the back of his neck, Oz met Connor’s steady gaze. Facing the room, Connor and Murphy had been leaning their chairs against the wall in deceptively relaxed poses.
“Someone’s been staring a fuckin’ hole in you mate. Know anyone in this area?” Connor tipped his bottle, using the sip to mask his study of the stocky bald man staring at Oz.
The Were’ made a soft choking noise. The twins took one look at their normally unflappable friend’s terrified eyes and as one, lowered their chairs without sound, hands suddenly out of sight.
“Would this be our kind of trouble or yours friend?” Trusting his brother to keep an eye out for immediate danger, Connor kept his focus on Oz. The Were’ was terror stricken and visibly straining to remain calm.
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While the boys were safely occupied on the other side of the room, John met with this strange Hunter Ellen had sent him to as a possible contact. Cain, she called him. They had been discussing a new hunt when the other man fell silent. Looking up from his notebook, John saw the man staring holes into the back of a young man seated with two others on the other side of the room. ‘Good Lord, is his hair actually green?’
“Everything okay?” John asked Cain.
“Oh yes. Everything’s just fine.” The smirk on the other man’s face made John decidedly uncomfortable and he turned away to study the other table.
The three young men seemed to be having a good time, but John saw the exact moment the bottom started to drop out of the situation and turn ugly. The dark haired man had been scanning the room from the moment they sat down and had discreetly elbowed his lighter companion. Taking a closer look, the way they moved prompted John to think they might be brothers or men who had traveled together long enough to know each other with out conscious thought. The green haired man tensed, practically vibrating with it and John heard the other Hunter’s huff of amusement. The sandy haired man noticed Cain staring and said something to the focus of Cain’s intent look. As one, the two men facing the room lowered their chairs, the legs making no sound as they met the floor and the temperature dropped noticeably in the room.
John’s gaze swept the room and located Sammy at the bar, his back to the brewing trouble, but close enough he could probably hear what the three men were discussing. A subtle movement caught his eye and John focused on his eldest son Dean. The boy always seemed to instinctively sense when trouble was developing. True to form, Dean had stood up from his position over the pool table, eyes locked on John, waiting for instruction. John nodded to him and sighed in relief as Dean made his way to Sam. He visually swept the room again and tensed when he realized the two eerily similar men had split their focus, the darker one on the room, specifically his table; and the other on their companion. He heard a low murmuring coming from across the room and glanced up to see that Sammy had turned around on his stool and was watching in fascination.
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Connor grabbed Oz’s wrist as it started to shake. “Oz!” He hissed. “Get ahold of yersel’ man!”
The Were met Connor’s eyes again and he was shocked to see a gold tint glowing through the normally clear blue. “Wha’s wrong man? It’s nigh on to 8 hours before moonrise.”
“There’s a Hunter here.” Oz closed his eyes, breathing softly in an effort to regain a semblance of control. “He kills my kind and skins them to sell the pelts. He tried to get me back in High School, but my friends stopped him. He told me that he would get me sooner or later.” He opened his eyes again, sadness clouding the blue to almost grey. “Looks like I’m not going to make it to England huh?”
Fire burned in Connor’s eyes as he replied and a hard voice. “You’ll make it friend.”
The trembling started again and Connor noticed that Oz’s fingernails had thickened and lengthened slightly. He began murmuring in Gaelic. Murphy added his voice soon after without breaking his surveillance of the room.
“Is aoibhinn don fhear nach leanann (Happy the man who follows not)
de chomhairle lucht na héagráifeachta; (the counsel of the wicked)
nach seasann i slí na bpeacach, (nor walks in the way of sinners,)
agus nach suíonn i gcuideachta na sotalach” (nor sits in the company of the insolent)
de chomhairle lucht na héagráifeachta; (the counsel of the wicked)
nach seasann i slí na bpeacach, (nor walks in the way of sinners,)
agus nach suíonn i gcuideachta na sotalach” (nor sits in the company of the insolent)
Oz’s tremors began to ease and his breathing evened out. Murphy spared a glance at their companion and was relieved to see clear blue once again.
“Ní amhlaidh do na héagráifigh, ní amhlaidh! (Not so the wicked, not so;)
ach mar cháith a scaiptear le gaoth.” (they are like chaff which the wind drives away.)
ach mar cháith a scaiptear le gaoth.” (they are like chaff which the wind drives away.)
Connor spared a glance at the Were’s hands and was happy to see them back to normal. Murphy noticed a large young man seated at the bar had turned toward them and was watching them with wide eyed fascination.
“Ionas nach seasfaidh na héagráifigh sa bhreithiúnas” (Therefore in judgment the wicked)
Still murmuring the Psalm, he ‘Looked Deep’ and saw that the tall one, along with two other men in the room were Good Men.
”ná na peacaigh i gcomhthionól na bhfíréan.” (shall not stand nor shall sinners, in the assembly of the just)”
The other Good man, much shorter than the one seated close by, had made his way from the billiard table to the tall one at the bar and stood watch as if protecting him.
“Óir is cúram don Tiarna slí na bhfíréan, (For the Lord watches over the way of the just,)
ach rachaidh slí na n-éagráifeach ar ceal.” (but the way of the wicked perishes.)
ach rachaidh slí na n-éagráifeach ar ceal.” (but the way of the wicked perishes.)
The Twins made the sign of the cross as they completed their blessing, Connor’s gaze holding the eye of the bearded dark haired man and Murphy focused on the two at the bar.
“In nomine Patri, et Filii, et Spiriti Sancti” (In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit)
Amen.”
Oz looked back up at the MacManus twins and smiled gratefully. “How do you do that?”
They both focus on him and say, “Divine Providence.”
Oz shivers. “Dudes, I still say that’s creepy.”
“I say we get the fuck out of here.” Murphy said as he and Connor stood as one, causing the room the freeze. Oz dropped money on the table followed Connor. The brothers instinctively placed Oz between them and the three moved carefully to the door.
As they exited, Murphy turned and bowed slightly and with a grin he said,
“May you have the hindsight to know where you've been
the foresight to know where you're going,”
the foresight to know where you're going,”
He pinned the bald Hunter, the Chaff, with his gaze and his voice hard and thick in its natural Brogue.
“and the insight to know when you're going too far.”
TBC…
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RE: Supernatural… I’m going to assume that 2000 is pre-Stanford for Sam.
1st Psalm (not entire Psalm since I didn’t use the whole chapter)
Irish Gaelic translation found on http://www.irishpage.com/psalms/1.htm
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Date: 2007-04-03 02:48 am (UTC)Wow, this could end really ugly.
Love how the Saints can calm the savage beast. You've captured that mix of the holy and profane that they have. Nice.
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Date: 2007-04-03 03:09 am (UTC)Thank you! I have to say, I don't think I've ever heard the 'F' bomb dropped so profusely in any other movie. It was the only thing that really ruined it for me. I take that back... Watching Dafoe
give that fat guy tongue kinda squicked me. EEwww.
More in the works. ch 4 is running along fine.
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Date: 2007-04-03 03:51 am (UTC)Hey, I can't promise anything, but if you wanted to pimp this fic out, I'm sure
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Date: 2007-04-09 06:36 pm (UTC)ICON LOVE! OMG, so much love!!!
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Date: 2007-04-09 08:30 pm (UTC)Have you seen the bro-yay video on youtube?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25gRM84sxtw
It's /so/ not mine, but it seems like something you'd appreciate.
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Date: 2007-04-09 10:02 pm (UTC)LOVE love love it! That music always gets my blood pumping and she did such a get job of editing. Thanks for posting.
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Date: 2007-04-03 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 06:35 pm (UTC)*dies*
Oh, please, please, please tell me you're going to update soon!
This was a great chapter. I loved the interplay and the way you built the tension. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time!!!
I also like the way the sublties of being preditors is coming out. You've got a fic packed full of predators, and it's all showing through in the way they move, and talk, and act.
Brilliant job. :D
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Date: 2007-04-09 06:46 pm (UTC)