This fic is set either before the first movie or in an alternate universe. I haven't quite decided which. Please enjoy, reviews are love and learning!

I woke up reluctantly, only spurred on by the distant knowledge of a thing called a job that I had to be at, and soon if I was judging the level of sunlight that slanted across the side of my face correctly. I was lying facedown on the mattress and what felt like a wall of granite was wedged over my left shoulder and back. Strong pale legs tangled with mine. My head was turned away from this heavy (but definately not unpleasant) weight and I forced my sleep heavy lids open enough to get a bleary peek at the hand that rested on my right hip.

"Murph, babe, you're gonna have to let me up." My voice sounded husky and sleep heavy.

"Mmmmmmm, nah..." The granite behind me shifted only an inch, moving the wrong way. Murphy dug his head farther into my shoulder, curling the hand on my hip farther around me to tuck it under the warmth between my stomach and the mattress.

"Lass, i'gonna take a mite more than tha' to wake im."

"Mornin' Conn." I spoke without moving or opening my eyes. I started to register the sound I had been hearing since awakening. Connor must be in the shower.

That theory was disproved when I felt Murphy being jostled roughly.

"Th'fuck! Conn, leave me th'hell alone!"

"Get up, y'lazy fuck! Y'know she has to be at the hospital soon!"

"She has time!"

"Uh uh," I groaned out from under Murphy before pulling myself up and over into a sit, naked as the day I was born. "What time is it Conn?"

I blinked and rolled my eyes trying to get something close to accurate vision. Connor stood at the end of the mattresses we had pushed together last night. He had apparently left the shower running as he got out. Steam poured into the room as he toweled his hair, wearing only a pair of clean boxers that clung to his still damp skin. Even with my currently impaired vision and sleep hazed brain I could appreciate his hard stomach. My mind started to wander to the night before but I was jerked back to the present as he spoke.

"6 am, Lass. Don't ya have'ta clock in a'seven?"

"SHIT!" I dove over Murphy and scrambled for my overnight bag that held my things. Before I could make it all the way over a pair of strong freckled arms launched out of the blanket, tightened around my waist and pulled me face to face with some VERY blue eyes.

"Mornin, girl. Already tryin' ta defile me again?"

"Dammit, Murph!" I squirmed only for a second before deciding that was a bad idea. The hard length throbbing against me from under the blanket made it evident he was WANTING me to squirm on top of him. I rolled my eyes. "Christ, Murphy, you and your morning wood!"

"Lord's name!" In freaking stereo, up under and behind me. It was too early for this.

I sighed. "And me defile you? If I remember correctly, you did plenty of defiling yourself last night! Now LET ME GET OFF!" Shit. The second those words left my mouth I regretted it.

"Aye, girl, thas' what I'm tryin' ta do here." That grin, a wiggle of the eyebrows, and a buck of his hips emphasized his meaning.

Connor laughed behind me, but then joined my cause. "Thas' enough, Murph. The lass has ta be on the clock in less than an hour now."

I managed to extricate myself from the clutches of a frustrated (and frustrating) Irishman and make my way to the shower with a washcloth from my bag. The cleanliness of all the laundry in the boy's place was always questionable at best so I had quickly learned bring my own towels. I groaned in pleasure as I stepped under the hot water.

"Lass," Connor called from the kitchen area "ya keep makin' noises like tha', an it won't be Murph ya gotta worry about makin ya late."

"Shut up, Conn!" I yelled cheerily. He must have taken his shower in less than average temperatures for there to be this much hot left for me. I would have to show him how much I appreciated that later, I thought.

After scrubbing my body and hair quickly, I turned off the water and stepped into the cool air wrapped in a towel. Murphy had finally gotten up (ahem, well AGAIN) and pulled on his jeans to sit at the table. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Connor stood shirtless himself at the counter pouring coffee into my travel mug and dumping in a liberal amount of sugar. Already, he had figured out my addictions.

I talked as I dried and dressed quickly, trying to ignore the fact that I was being watched CLOSELY by two pairs of very interested eyes. I started to talk, suppressing a giggle as both men reached down to adjust themselves.

"You two heading out to early Mass after I leave? Confession and all that? I assume that's needed after last night?" I was fairly innocent to the Catholic faith but was pretty sure our recent activities were on the unapproved list.

"Haha, lass, very funny." Connor walked over and handed me my coffee. "Yes, church then work. Since ye insist on workin' these damned long shifts we'll see ya t'night then." I took a drink of the syrupy bitter stuff and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Conn, just perfect!" Grabbing my hairbrush and bag of pins and bands from my bag I then made my way to the table where I deposited my coffee. Murphy just sleepily smoked and watched me as I worked the knots out of my still wet hair and started it into a high tight bun, my go to style for work.

"Why don'tcha leave it down?"

I smiled. Poor Murph. There was just something about my waist length black hair that did it for him. Murphy was all about the hair and ass. For Connor, it was tits and my mouth. Well, at least they favored different parts. However, leaving all that hair down wouldn't do well with my chosen profession.

"Murphy, you know I work elbow deep in nasty wounds all day, not to mention bedpans and other bodily functions. I don't think you would like how it looked or SMELLED after a day in the ER at St. Mary's."

"You're right, girl. I guess I'll just haveta get m'fill of it tonight."

I glanced down at my watch as soon as I finished placing the last pin in my bun. "Shit! Guys, I gotta go!" Leaving my hairbrush and bag on the table (I was coming back after work anyway) I walked around the table to place a quick kiss on Murphy's tobacco and whiskey lips. I dodged the hand that snaked out to pull me into his lap and stepped over to Connor. I wasn't quick enough with him and ended up crushed to his chest, his mouth searing mine for a moment. Before I could catch my breath I heard Murphy's chair scrape back and suddenly I found myself in the middle of a hot Irish sandwich.

"Ah, lass, surely..."

"ya kin be a little late?"

Connor's head dipped to the left side of my neck and Murphy's to the right from behind me while hands slipped up under the hem of my scrub top. I tensed knowing what was coming, the dirty little cheaters. Perfectly timed, two warm tongues slid over the skin at the base of both sides of my neck. I groaned, surprised that my panties didn't spontaneously combust. The four hands (I had long since stopped trying to suss out which belonged to who in times like this) started heading north along the tender skin of my stomach and sides. Using all the my willpower that hadn't headed below the waistline, I franticly tried to think a way out of this situation, despite my body begging me not to. I flashed on the call the boys had received from their Ma the night before.

"Conn? Murph?"

"Mmmmmm?" Again, simultaneous, the hums against my neck threatening my resolve.

"Remember how your Ma said you could tell who was oldest?"

Now I had their attention. Well, I had their full attention before that, but at least I had them thinking with the correct heads now.

Connor pulled back a couple inches to eye me suspiciously while Murphy propped his head on my shoulder to listen.

"Aye Lass?"

"And who IS bigger?"

I grinned at Murphy and then Connor. Time to play my card. I was really hoping to keep from laughing so this would have the desired effect.

"Well, duh, boys, this should be easy." I hesitated for dramatic effect.

"It's whoever makes me scream the loudest when they're in me!"

Four hands and two bodies immediately left me. I dove for my purse even before I registered the sound of belt buckles being forced open. I didn't dare to look back because I knew I wouldn't be able to leave such a sight as those two Irishmen trying to get their pants open as quick as they could.

I grabbed my bag and sprinted for the exit, my boys hot on my trail. Two very hard bodies slammed into the door a split second after I slipped through and closed it behind me. I stifled a laugh at their groans.

"Not fair, Lass!"

"Ye'll pay fer that, girl!"

"Tonight, boys, tonight!" I called back gleefully as I made my way to the stairs. I was thinking to myself how long those twelve hours were going to be until I left work. Little did I know I would be seeing my boys much sooner than that.