Here's my first FF I hope all of you like as much as I do! I'll update every chance I get.

A special thanks to Pixie_photos. She helped me with starting this off. If it wasn't for her I'd still be racking my brain trying to figure it. So thank you so much for all your help. You're the most awesome person ever! .

Claire was sick of cleaning glasses, she was sick of pulling tab, sick of the bullshit that came with the drunken idiots that swooned in every night sweet talking her and calling her 'baby doll'. Their American drawl was cute, for about a split second then it got painful, no wonder people found the Americans so painful sometimes. She was shoving the damp dish washing cloth inside one of the cups more aggressively than was needed, testing the durability of the glass when the door to the pub burst open and the two of them walked in. Her eyes trailed up from the glass in her hands up to where they were standing then back down to her hands, she did a double take and snapped her head back up, her jaw almost dropping to the floor, the cup slipping from her glass and clanging to the bottom of the metal sink sending foamy water splashing all down her front.

"Where 'es she?" she knew that voice, she knew that accent anywhere.

"Where's Claire old man? We know she's 'ere," she dropped down beneath the counter as their eyes trailed over the room to find her. She had her back against the shelves and was staring at the wall.

What the fuck were they doing here?

Years. It had been YEARS since she had heard anything from them, how dare they just rock up like that.

What was their angle?

"C-c-c-Claire, sweetheart, c-come 'ere a second," she squeezed her eyes shut and looked up at her uncle. He glared at her for a moment and clicked his fingers at her angrily. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut then forced herself to emerge from behind the counter.

"Holy..." Connor started

"Shit..." Murph finished.

They had expected her to be grown up, but they hadn't expected her to be so... Feminine.

She was just as shocked as they were. The last time she saw them they were small and scrawny and awkward as all hell. Now looking at the two men standing in front of her it was as if they never changed but at the same time they were completely different.

Claire realized after a long few minutes she was just staring at them like some lunatic. She shook her head thinking that it would clear her mind a little. She realized that they were staring right back at her in the same way she was just a moment ago.

Finally she let out a little chuckle catching their attention.

"Claire is dat really you?" Connor breathed out.

"Aye" Claire smiled. She had to admit she was enjoying their complete and udder shock

"But the last we saw ye ye looked more like a retarded baby cow...not this"Murphy said puffing his checks out and opening his arms wide to demonstrate his description

Clarie felt her cheeks warm a little too that as everyone started laughing

Connor smacked his brother upside the head "Yer an right arse ye know that Murph"

"Claire me dear who are these two? Do ye know them or something" Her uncle asked her raising an eyebrow at the same

"Aye something like that" Claire sighed and turned her attention back to the other patrons that were gabbing on about what Murphy had just said so bluntly.

Narrowing her eyes at them she put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat. They all looked at her at once. 'God was that easy' she thought to herself

"Now I suggest ye yer traps about that baby cow shite or I'll slip something in all of yer drinks that'll have ye waking up next to some trucker that calls ye Sally! Ye understand boys" she said witha serious tone in her voice as she scanned the bar and looked each of them in the eyes

They all looked at her wided and simply nodded in understanding. She then turned back to the boys who were just watching in amusment.

'Good to know she can still make a group of men do what she wants out of fear' The boys though to themselves at the same time.

"Now if yer done being a jackass an a half ye mind tellin' me what yer doning here?" She asked as she went back to the glass she was working on before walking in. They walked to the side of the bar she was working at.

"Well isn't obvious?" Connor asked taking a seat at the bar

"We came to see ye" Murphy finished taking a seat next to his twin brother

'But why? Why had they come to see me? I thought they completely forgot about me' Claire thought to herself

"Well since yer 'ere what can I get ye to drink?" Claire asked with her best hostess smile

"A pint would be great" Murphy said with almost to much enthusiasm

"If ye aren't to busy" Connor quickly added shaking his head at his brother

"Two pints comin right up" Claire turned and walked down to where her uncle was at and started fixing their drinks

"Hey uncle Eoin could ye hand me that rag?" She asked holding her hand out

He did as she asked quickly pasting some shots to two of the patrons and turned to face her.

"So lass w-w-who are does boys anyways?" He asked concern laced in his vocie

~~So there's the first chapter. Please review. I would love to know your thoughts on this. Please and thank you.~~