Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Boondock Saints and or any of Troy Duff's characters. This is purely fan art and appreciation of the wonderful and talented writer/director and actors involved in the amazing Boondock series. All OFC's are original and stem from my own imagination as is the story plot and drama that goes along with this story.

Author's note: This is my first Saints fic and I hope I do Connor and Murphy justice with this story. The story begins a short time after The brothers were arrested in the second movie.


Saint Sisters: Family Ties

Chapter One

A group of guards shoved Connor and Murphy out onto to the gravel covered roof top. They could hear the cheers of the men down below in the prison yard. What those men would do to get their hands on the MacManus brothers.

"Tie them good. I don't want these two to be falling onto their fat fucking heads!" A large burly guard shouted at the Scotsman tying the rope around Connor's ankles. "Like your rope I hear. How do you like our rope?"

Murphy looked at Connor's worried expression. He could tell his brother was wondering if these men planning an old fashioned lynching.

"It all comes down to this. You Irish bastards won't be getting out of this one." The Scotsman spoke close to Murphy's face. His tobacco stained rotted teeth caught Murph's attention.

"You're going to go down screamin' you Scottish prick!" Murph leaned his torso back and looked the man in the eye.

"We'll see about that boy'o now won't we?" He waved at the other men and they lowered Connor over the side of the building, head first.

"Good luck fuckers!" The burly man laughed as the other guards lowered Murphy over the edge too, next to his brother.

The yard erupted into angry cheers as the brothers dangled two stories above the men.

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"You and your fucking rope. I'm sick of this shit. Always with the rope!" They hung a few inches apart from each other.

Connor nudged Murphy with his shoulder. The movement started the brother's swinging.

"You fuckin'…"

"Jesus Christ!" Murphy yelled as the rope slipped and they plunged a few feet.

"Hold still!" Connor ordered as he worked the ties loose on his wrists.

"Hold still? You tell me to hold still! I'm going to hang you with this rope when we get out of it. You hear me? So help me on our ma's grave!"

"Shut it! Don't you be sayin' that about our mum! She lives and breathes by the blessing of the almighty and you put her in her grave now? What kind of son are ya?" Connor struggled, fighting with Murphy.

Murphy let out a wail. "Mum, I'm sorry. Oh sweet Jesus, I didn't mean nothin' by it. Don't be takin our Mum!" He began to chant a prayer of forgiveness.

"You ought to be sorry. In this state you're in. Taking the very life of your own Mum into your hands." Connor slipped a foot out of the tie and then another. He clung to his rope as he tumbled over, hanging upright.

"Connor!" Murphy screamed as his brother fell. The rope bit into Murphy's wrists as he struggled to free himself. His only concern was to help his brother.

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"Careful boy'o you don't want to slip!" The Scot taunted Connor.

The inmates made rude gestures at them when Connor managed to hang on.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph! Don't move!" Connor used his feet to support himself against the wall as he pulled himself back up to his brother. He wrapped the end of the rope around his arm for added security. "Grab this and hold on tight!"

"Don't untie…" Murphy didn't get to finish the sentence before he was slipping from his own rope. He clung to Connors, his weight sent them skidding and bouncing along the wall. Connor reached out for the bars on one of the windows to stop them from swaying. The rope that tied Murphy dropped to the dirt.

The Scot yelled over the edge of the roof. "Fine you want to hang together, fuckin hang together. How long can you hold on boy'o?"

Connor nudged his chin to the roof on the other side of the building. The building sat lower than the one they currently were hanging from. The only problem it wasn't a straight drop down.

"No! No! We are not going to…"

Connor pushed off of the side of the building without listening to Murphy. They swung wide, away from the building. and when they were close enough Connor instructed, "Let go Murph!"

Screaming for his life and cursing his brother in Gaelic he fell a few feet to the lower roof. Murphy belly flopped onto the gravel roof, knocking the wind from his lungs.

The sound of a shot being fired into the air echoed off the buildings and into the yard. When Murph rolled onto his back he could see the guards on the roof were gone. The brothers got to their feet with Connor helping Murphy to stand up. Every inmate was lying on their bellies in the dirt. The warden, a guard and a woman stood at the base of the building Connor and Murphy had landed on.

"And what do we have here?" Eunice asked.

"Nothing ma'am we seemed to have fallen off the roof." Connor smiled at Eunice.

"You get those boys down now, you here?"

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In the warden's office Eunice walked around the room slowly, seductively. She picked up a few items from his dest and inspected them closely. She listened to the warden explain how he felt the boys should remain in the prison until the trial began in two days. Slowly Eunice turned towards the man. He seemed to be enjoying the fact that he made his point. She cracked her gum loudly before spitting it into his waste paper basket.

"You see...I don't give a rat's anus, who is in charge here. I'm to take these boys back to stand trial. You have my paperwork, now lets move! Unless," Eunice moved in closer to the small stocky man, "you would rather argue… warden… with the United States fucking government! Be my guest. But let me suggest you bend over first. Because you're about to be ass fucked by the long arm of the law."