Fallen Angel

"Fuckin' hell. T'was supposed to be an easy job. In and out. One body. No mess." Connor sighed as he leaned back against the hard seat of the train as it thundered down the tracks.

"Look, I had no fuckin' idea that she would be there. I did my fuckin' research and she was supposed to be at work." Murphy said as he glanced over at the seat next to him. In the spot there was a young lady, who looked to be about 21. Her hair was matted with blood, she was bruised, battered, wounded, and her cloths were badly torn. She was alive, but just barely. Her eyes were closed and she was resting against the cold window. Murphy then turned to his twin. "What are we supposed to do with her? She was innocent"

"I guess we will just have to take her back to the loft with us and let her rest and heal." Connor replied as he looked through his pockets for a smoke.

"What about after that?" Connor shrugged. "I mean we fuckin' killed her Da and fuckin' kidnapped her, and she fuckin' knows we are the Saints now."

Connor put his hand on his twin's shoulder. "Murph. She is old enough to make her own choices. She asked that we take her away from that house. She wanted us to help her"

"I guess, but I only wish that she didn't have to watch us kill him" Murphy sighed as he rested his head on his twin's shoulder.

"Murph. She didn't want to look away. Ye remember what she said to him. She wanted tha fucker to die."

"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand…"

She looked right up at her father as the Saints cocked their guns behind his back. His face was full of fear and hatred. And she smiled. "This is what it feels like to know that your fate is in the hands of another, father." She spat.

"...that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be, In Nomine Patris, Et Filii, Et Spiritus Sancti."

Connor looked at the girl. "I would have done the same if Da treated us like that"

"Why wouldn't she leave then? She is old enough ta be out on her own."

"I don't think she had anyplace to go Murph. She was trapped with tha' fucker. But you can tell she fought back in the end. She got him good, did you see some of the wounds she left?" Connor smiled.

"Yeah, but he still beat her half to death." Murphy sighed.

Connor stood up as the train came to a stop. "But he is gone now, and she is safe with us now." He grabbed his black duffle bag of weapons and motioned for Murphy to carry the girl.

"We will protect her now. Right Connor?"

"You're fuckin' right we will." Connor laughed.

'A warm bed. Clean bandages. Hot tea. Fresh cloths. Damn, she has it so much better than we do when we get shot.' Murphy laughed to himself. 'At least we didn't have ta heat up the iorn.'

He had been sitting over her like a hawk for the past three days, watching her for any signs of awaking or even movement. He wanted to be the first one that she saw when she awoken. He would be the one to assure her that everything was alright, and that she was safe, and she was finally free from her Da.

Murphy looked up as he heard his twin walk into their bedroom.

"Any changes Murph?" Connor asked as he threw his brother a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, she did move a bit…I think."

"Good. She should be wakin' up soon." Connor was silent for a moment as he rested a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ye know, its weird going out with out ye Murph"

"Aye, I'm sorry, but she really needs someone ta look over her."

Connor stretched as he woke up from another peaceful nights sleep. He looked over to his twin's bed, and smiled. Murphy was still asleep in the chair, waiting for the girl to wake.

He got out of bed, pulled on some pants, and went over to Murphy. He carefully picked up the sleeping form and carried him to the still warm bed. He tucked Murphy in, just as Ma had while they were home in Ireland. "Sleep well Murphy"

Connor scratched his bare side as he walked barefoot across the cold, hard, cement floor. He headed to the kitchen to make some fresh tea. "I guess we will have to find another place for the girl to sleep. I can't let Murph sleep in a chair, and I can't let the girl sleep there either." He said to no one in particular.

"I do have a name you know." Said a soft female voice from the doorway.

Connor laughed as he began to boil water in a rusty kettle. "It's 'bout time you decided to wake up, hon." He motioned her to take a seat at the table. "Are ye feeling any better?"

"Much, thank you." She nodded. "And thank you for getting rid of…him."

Connor sat in the chair across from the girl as he began to look her over. Her blond hair was still matted with blood, but her face was now clean. She was wearing Connor's pajama bottoms that his Ma had sent him when his brother had 'conveniently' mentioned that he slept in the nude. She also had on one of Connor's sweatshirts with the sleeves rolled up, showing off a few of her scars.

"Aye, its what we do." Connor smirked.

"So you are the Saints."

"Aye, ye caught us red handed." He laughed. There was silence for a moment, as Connor got up to prepare some tea. "Ye know, me brother watched ye for three days while ye were sleeping. He was real worried about ye."

"Worried? About me?" The blond haired girl was shocked. She had never heard anyone say they were worried about her.

"Yeah, he wanted to make sure ye were okay." Connor handed her a mug.

The two of them sat there in silence as they drank their tea. Merely sitting there and enjoying one another's company was enough for the both of them. Connor had left soon after he finished his drink. He told her he had some unfinished business to attend to at the local pub, and let her know that she was free to stay for as long as she needed to.

The girl looked around the small apartment and laughed to her self. "Just like his place." Small, dirty, and empty. She finished her tea, and headed to the kitchen to wash out her glass. She looked at the pile of the dishes and smiled. "Looks like they really could use the help of a female around here." Food caked on the plates, and dirty water in the sink.

As the plates were drying she wandered around the house for a bit, getting acquainted to were everything was located. She walked back to the bedroom that she had been sleeping in and shook her head. She began to sort out the dirty clothes from the clean ones and hung up everything that smelled clean.

Murphy was still asleep when she finished cleaning up after the boys. She knelt down by him and kissed his forehead. "Thank you for everything my Saint."

She closed the apartment door behind her and pulled Murphy's sweater close around her as she walked down the street, away from the MacManus' home.