A/N I don't usually start new fanfictions while writing another, but when I do, it's because I have nothing better to do and newer, fresher ideas come to mind. So…here's the newest story blossoming in my mind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Boondock Saints. Troy Duffy, writer and director, holds everything in his hands. The names are all his, save my personal character.

Chapter One: The Beautiful New Bartender

Boston: May, 1998

Connor and Murphy MacManus were hanging up their white coats and throwing away the used latex gloves from another day of work. It didn't need to be said. Alcohol was wanted and McGinty's was on their minds. Oh how the brothers loved unwinding from a long day with some shots and rowdy friends at their favorite pub. There was no place like McGinty's. Sure, there were plenty of Irish pubs, but none had a bartender like old Doc. He was a man of his own kind. With his tourette's and favorite words of 'fuck' and 'ass' he gave the pub something no other had. The old man was funny, too, with a grand sense of humor. He could tell a joke and take them with the best of them. There were few old men as fun as the stuttering old man. With their old friend in their minds and the promise of alcoholic drinks, the twin brothers set out to the greatest pub in all of South Boston. Well, it was the greatest pub to them anyway. The two pushed and shoved in their natural, brotherly manner all the way to McGinty's.

Upon entering the pub there were already plenty of people sitting at the bar and in the two-to-four seating tables. A couple of young waitresses moved through the crowd taking and dishing out orders to the patrons of the lively little joint. The couple who noticed the brothers gave a polite wave and smile. They knew the boys well as frequenters of the pub.

Without missing a step, the boys went right up to the bar and took two seats amongst the group of men around them. Many of those men cheered happily at the appearance of the Irish twins. Doc, who was servicing the group, poured the boys two drinks without bothering to ask what they wanted. The twins cheered and toasted to the old man before enjoying their drinks.

Someone caught Murphy's attention. From the corner of his eye he saw a woman behind the bar. Nudging his brother, he nodded to the woman. Doc was usually the only one who actually stayed behind the bar. Waitresses would prepare the drinks then get on the floor to the people. Who was this new employee? Surely she had to be new. They would have recognized her long before had she not been. Who wouldn't have? From their end of the bar they could tell she was beautiful. They would even go as far as saying the woman had won the genetic lottery. This woman, this new employee of McGinty's, was average height, perhaps five-seven, five-eight at the most. Long, dark chocolate colored waves cascaded down her back in a waterfall of shining locks that ended a few good inches before her waistline. Her skin was creamy and seemingly unmarred, though not an overbearing shade of white. She had a touch of caramel to her skin. In their minds, the twins equated her skin tone with the color of caramel flavored coffee creamer; pale and creamy, but with the lightest hinting of a sun-kissed glow. Her body, clad in snug fitting jeans and a short-sleeved, three-buttoned, azure colored collared shirt that complimented her skin tone well, showed a well shaped hour-glass figure. The jeans showed her legs that were neither too long nor too short. Both of their right eyebrows arched at her chest. The mounds protruding from her chest were neither too large nor too petite. How was it possible for one woman to have the absolute, most perfect body? What secret did this girl have? From their seats they could see her smile demurely at the men who were ordering drinks and, more likely than not, hitting on her. She had a lovely smile. Her teeth didn't shine with that false, whitened look. They were natural and just off from completely white. Her lips were full well shaped. Again, the question of how could a woman look so amazing passed their minds.

Doc interrupted their stare, "B-Boys."

The looked back to the old man and said, "Yeah Doc?"

He chuckled and got the woman's attention.

With a sweet smile, she asked the men she was serving to excuse her just a moment while the boss needed her. Approaching the old man, she gave him a smile, "Yeah?"

The boys could see the woman more clearly now. If they thought her body was nice her face was something the angels in heaven would cry jealous tears of rage over. Her jaw was smooth and gave her face a soft oval shape. The jaw came together in a small chin that had the tiniest little cleft pressed into its center. The chin was set beneath full lips that were naturally colored, lacking the need of any lipstick or gloss. Above her lips was a small nose, slightly pointed with sleek, but not skeletal, nostrils. Her cheekbones were high, but not protruding or overly pronounced. Set behind dark lashes that had never seen a mascara brush were eyes that reminded the twins of the fields they romped in as children. The deep green of her eyes resembled the fresh fields of Ireland so perfectly it was awe inspiring. Those eyes were beneath arched brows. Above them was a small forehead, maybe only three or four fingers high. Her hair was parted directly down the middle at her widow's peak and her long bangs arched upwards before falling down to frame her face. Supporting her lovely face was a long, slender neck. From that very neck hung a thin silver chain and off the chain was a small cross with a sapphire set into the intersection. She was indeed an incredibly beautiful woman.

Doc nodded to the two boys, "Kareen, m-meet Murphy and Connor MacManus. Dey are frequ-qu-que, ugh, dey come of-often."

The two men lifted their hands in a simultaneous action and smiled smiles that mirrored each other causing a spark of notice to flash in the woman's eyes. Without having to ask, she knew they were more than just brothers. Having little doubt in her mind, she labeled them as twins.

Doc smiled, "B-Boys, thes es Kareen McGinty." He gave her a small nudge.

The brunette held out a hand to each of them and nodded slightly as each shook her smaller hand in their seemingly over-sized ones.

The boys looked at Doc. The old man had been married a while back, but they never knew he had had a daughter! Holy shit!

Murphy smirked at the wizened bartender, "How de fuck yah make a pretty ting like 'er?" He and his brother shared a laugh.

Doc sputtered a bit as Kareen blushed. With downcast eyes she said, "'e isn't me Da, no. 'e's my Granduncle, my Da's uncle." She smiled at her uncle, then back to the brothers, "Yer de twins dear Uncle Ian talks about, yeah?"

Connor and Murphy looked at each other before bursting with laughter.

Kareen raised a brow at their laughter and turned to her uncle. She was very confused. What had she said that was so funny?

Finally, the brothers looked at the elderly bartender.

"So Ian cin we 'ave anoder drink?"

"Yeah, Ian, let's have a shot!"

The brunette's mouth formed an expressive 'O' as she understood what was so funny. The brothers had never known her uncle's name. She knew his customers knew of him as 'Doc,' why she never knew, but she knew that's what they called him. Apparently she had let some cat out of the bag.

Doc shook his head, "Y-Yew two cin shut it Fuck! Ass! or get outta my b-b-bar."

"Aw c'mon Doc, ye know we're just kiddin'."

"Yeah Doc, we didn't mean et."

He gave them an eye as his face gave a twitch. With a nod to his grandniece, he told them, "Kareen es n-new en America. I want ye ta make 'er f-f-feel w-w-welcome." He stared at them as the corner of his mouth pulled in a twitch, "An' dat mean n-no hittin' on 'er." Cane in hand, he hobbled off to the customers Kareen had left at the beckoning of her uncle.

A silence descended upon the three of them. Kareen, eyes down, kept to her work with a silent air of calmness.

Connor and Murphy shared a single glance. Now, they liked women. They hit on women, they chatted them up and went on the occasional date, but with only a single glance they agreed she was by far the prettiest.

Murphy gave her a sideways smirk, "So, Kareen, whah brings ye to the smog cloud thah es America? Why leave Ireland fer thes?"

She refilled their drinks and quietly said, "A change o' scenery an' ta see me Uncle Ian agin." For just a moment she turned her attention for two patrons beside the boys. She quickly filled glasses and handed them their drinks. Returning her attention to the boys, she gave them a small smile and said, "I dinna know how long I'll be stayin'."

The fairer haired of the brothers gave her a smile that danced in his hazel eyes, "Well, welcome ta America, Kareen."

With only a slight bow of her head did she accept his welcoming.

Murphy took a cigarette from his pack and lit up, "Where'd yah learn ta be a bartender, eh?" He blew a near perfect smoke ring off to his right, dispersing the ring by blowing the rest of the smoke through it.

"Me great-grandda 'as his own McGinty's back home. Dat's where I worked." Pulling out a fresh bottle, she topped off their drinks and the drinks of the men around them.

"Well, here's ta the new bartender," Murphy said as he raised his full glass to the woman. He got everyone's attention in their little group, "Ta Kareen, may she always keep glasses full and the alcohol flowing!"

"Yeah!" The men cheered and banged on the polished oak counter top as they drank their beers.

During his cheer, Connor noticed that her responses were short and she hardly made eye-contact. His curiosity was prodded as to why.

Kareen blushed deeply at the complimenting toast. How kind these men were to her. At least they weren't hitting on her right away. She never understood why guys found her so beguiling, especially the American men she had met. Were these men so focused on a pretty face that they didn't care what else she had to offer. Shrugging off the thought, she smiled and enjoyed the company of the twins and their friends. They made her smile. In her mind, she knew that these twin brothers were amongst the first friends she would make. She knew why. They were like home to her. Their common heritage made living in a world where people didn't care about where they came from easier. She felt at home with people who didn't ask for her to repeat herself due to her accent. It wasn't even that thick…

The hours wore on and the night passed with laughter and slightly fogged minds. Doc and Kareen shepherded the patrons slowly out the door until only two remained. The brothers MacManus never left with everyone else. Doc, being something of family to them, never kicked them out with the rest at closing time. Most of the time the old pub owner wouldn't even kick out their friends, but that night he was tired and could see the long day tiring his niece. The sooner everyone one left, the sooner they could both take to their beds in the apartment above the pub.

Kareen took a barstool and sat down at the oak counter opposite from the twins. She had her chin in the palm of her hand, and her elbow resting slightly on the polished wood. "I dunno whah ta do most o' de time. I want ta get out, but I cinna find my way around thes city. Et's too big fer me." An embarrassed blush crept across her cheeks at the admittance to her ineptitude for the city.

Murphy laughed and gave her a little nod, "We'll show y'around. Tomorrow or Saturday work?" He noted the color that splashed across her face. A small smile of appreciation showed itself.

She gave them each a gentle smile and said, "Whenever y'are free. I don't do much durin' de day 'cept read." There was the smallest twinkle of delight in her eyes. Reading was Kareen's escape.

Doc chimed in, "Aye, dis girl es n-n-never wit'out a book en 'er hands. She ev-ven keeps a book under da b-bar."

"Well tomorrow ye cin let de books alone an' we'll show y'around, right Murph?" Connor gave his brother a small shove as he smiled at Doc's niece.

"Aye. We'll get y'acquainted wit' de streets o' Boston before long."

Standing from her seat, she smiled that demure smile of her, "Tank ye, boys. Now, ef ye donna mind, I shall retire." With her smile still in place, she did no more than place a soft touch on each of their hands in thanks and good-bye. Kissing her uncle on the cheek, she turned to the set of stairs off to the back of the pub that led up to the apartment.

"Whah about us? Don't we get kisses?"

"Yeah! Don't be unfair!"

Kareen just laughed at them quietly and climbed the stairs. As she walked up the stairs quietly she could feel her cheeks burning from their comments. All her life Kareen had been the kind to easily blush.

Doc smiled at the boys, "Th-Thank ye, boys, fer offerin' ta help 'er around. Y-Y-Yesterday she w-went out fer groceries an' came back two hours later empty handed 'cause she cou-couldn't find de store. Poor dear Fuck! Ass! She was so frustrated wit' 'erself." His face twitched heavily. The mere thought of his favorite niece so helpless was disturbing. Perhaps her problem was that she tended to be so quiet and shy.

The boys chuckled at the girl's plight. Though not funny, it was cute. They could picture the pretty woman getting upset and red-faced. The image held a sort of adorable sense. After bidding their goodbyes, the boys walked the block back to their apartment.

"What a girl, yeah? Pretty ting."

"Aye."

"Whatcha tink Doc would do ef I tried askin' 'er out sometime?"

Murphy snorted at his brother, "Doc may be old an' 'e may be strange, but I'm sure 'e wouldn't like ye tryin' ta date 'er."

Connor nodded, "Yeah, yer right." He smirked, "He probably wouldn't mind ef an ugly fuck like yerself tried, though. He'd probably tink ye were just tryin' yer 'ardest an' hopin' she just might say yes."

"Aw fuck yew!"

The brothers laughed and brawled lightly as they entered their loft.

Both fell asleep with an image of Kareen McGinty on their mind. She with her chocolate hair, hill-colored eyes, and that damn pretty demure smile made an impression on the twins. Both wanted to know this pretty new bartender more. Both wondered about her. There was something about her they couldn't quite pin. Perhaps they would pin it the next day as they showed her around South Boston.

A/N Yes, I know this opening chapter feels a little slow and a bit dull. I promise you, I have more ideas and plans all worked out for how Kareen fits into the lives of the brothers. Just be patient with me.