Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with The Boondock Saints in any way. I'm just very bored and have been subjected to staying home with the cousin virus to mono for too long.

When I get more time I'll think of more whimsical disclaimers.


I narrowed my eyes opening the door to the inner sanctum of all things illegal. "I ask you once more Ronan, is there a reason you're trying your best to kill me?"

Ronan, my cousin and occasional best friend, got up from his armchair grinning. He never walked normally; it always seemed he walked with a swagger. It seemed to work on most women, but we were related and I was also pissed at him so it would not work on me. He was good looking enough, but always turned on some inner charm when he knew someone was mad at him. He ran a hand through his chestnut hair, hazel eyes dancing with laughter. "I should probably apologize, but I'm not sure what I did this time. Care to enlighten me?"

I help up a box of firecrackers. Correction. An empty box of firecrackers. "I know you really enjoy giving your godchildren presents, but honestly. I'm going to wake up one morning with my bed on fire."

Ronan rocked back on his heels grinning. He was going to try his best to turn this on me. "How'd they get matches?"

I pursed my lips holding up a lighter. "I'd blame myself if I didn't find this along with the box."

Ronan shook his head taking the lighter back. "How do they keep forgetting to hide the evidence?"

I threw my hands in the air with a sigh. "I don't have a damn clue what to do with you anymore." I rolled my eyes and leaned against the door frame. "Are you coming to the bar tonight or are you awaiting new cliental?"

Ronan plopped back into his chair propping his feet onto the small, scarred coffee table. "I'll be there, hopefully before you tuck the little ones in. I want to remind them setting fire to mommy is a no-no. The whole purpose is to scare the crap out of her."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Ronan. You know I'm past the scaring stage. I haven't been able to be scared of anything in years. I just get a headache when something wakes me up at night." I removed my hand and gave him a small smile. "But I appreciate you trying to bring some normalcy in my life."

He blew me a kiss. "Always trying to help, Maeve. So, hot date tonight?"

"Goodbye Ronan."

"Just trying to watch out for you darlin'."

"Bite me love." I chuckled and slammed the door behind me.

Ronan meant well he really did. It was true my best interested were in his heart, but sometimes he drove me insane. His godchildren were six and would be the death of me yet. Twins, boy and a girl, Regan and Tara were my world. I had gotten pregnant at eighteen, right out of high school. Apparently as luck would have it the first time my boyfriend and I would have sex, it stuck. Can you say luck of the Irish? The irony was never quite lost on me.

Anyway, I refused to have an abortion, it was against my beliefs and plus, it wasn't like I was planning on going to college. I just didn't have the want. I wanted a family and to settle down near home. My then boyfriend freaked. He didn't have the money to support a family so he disappeared. When I say disappeared, I meant it. Ronan and his boys went looking for him right after he ran off. Of course, he was found a few months later in the dumpster of a bakery. Ronan was pissed he couldn't take the credit. Apparently, my ex had gotten in a little too deep with the Italians. Not ever a smart move. Especially for a dumb mick.

Anyway the twins were now six and in full time kindergarten. I couldn't be happier. I was doing the books for a few of the neighborhood businesses and working at my dad's bar the rest of the time. In other words, my hours were highly flexible so I could be there whenever my kids needed me. Plus, even though I didn't need the help I had Ronan if money was ever a problem. Ronan would never settle down, but in lieu of having a family of his own, he had mine.

Now I was a different story. I was a twenty-five year old, single mother of two. I regretted nothing other than them having the father they did. I sparingly dated, but gave up on that a while ago, although I'm not sure I can say that honestly. I avoiding blind dates, but on occasion I would go just to make someone happy-or get them to shut up depending on the individual.

After the twins were born, the neighborhood went through a sweep. Some of the older families left and new people arrived in. Two people in particular had become my favorites. Connor and Murphy MacManus soon became my favorite people outside the family. Even inside the family, they were only just behind my dad and Ronan. Another set of twins to drive me insane. Connor and Murphy came straight from Ireland with the looks, attitude, and brogues to prove it. They became acquainted with the bar in their first few days and never left. It was Ronan who helped them find jobs, and now they were part of the family. They adored my kids and the feeling was mutual. I was pleased with this for two reasons. One, it meant the brothers would readily baby-sit or do anything for the twins if I asked. Two, it meant I had an excuse to see them more often, particularly Murphy. I wasn't using my kids to be closer to him, that would be wrong and highly unethical. I was just sort of…oh I don't even know. I just liked being near him. Sue me. I had two kids, didn't mean I was dead to the male anatomy.

Murphy and I started spending time together away from just the kids about a year ago. Nothing really serious, not even real date, just adult nights together. Sometimes Connor was there, sometimes not. Connor, I think, preferred having his own dates. He and I got along, and were pretty close, but he liked the idea of me with his brother. I think it saved him from feeling bad when he just wanted a night to himself. Not to say the brothers fought. In all my time knowing them they never really argued aside from normal joking. I guess it was a twin thing; my kids were the same way. Nevertheless, Connor did appreciate time from his brother and Murphy was happy to oblige by spending time with me.

I walked up the stairs of Ronan's house and out the front door. I gave a stretch and watched the school bus pull in front of the stop. Three children got off before I saw my two little devils. Both were grinning as they saw me and ran forward for hugs. I cherished this even though I know they were trying to distract me. I stop up straight again and looked at them both. By some grace neither resembled their father at all. In truth, they were spitting images of me, minus the eyes. They had their grandfather's eyes. Both had raven dark hair and brilliant blue eyes while mine were a pale grey. If I wore the right clothes I could get my eyes to reflect a blue or green tone, but I liked the grey.

Each took place on either side of me as we walked toward the bar. There was a flat above it where we all lived, so going to work was quite convenient.

Tara looked up at me with wide eyes. "You're not still mad from this morning are you mommy?"

I gave her a small frown. "I'm more upset at Uncle Ronan for giving you two his lighter. He and I had a nice talk before you got here."

Regan's face paled. "You're not going to ban Uncle Ronan again are you?"

I shook my head. I had banned Ronan from the house a few months ago when I found a slingshot and a bag of marbles in Regan's jacket. The ban lasted for a week until even I got bored in my own house. I decided to lift the ban, but on certain conditions. Ronan and I made up a list of the toys that were and were not acceptable. Apparently, I forgot to mention fireworks and lighters on there. "No he's not going to be on ban, but you know how I feel about dangerous gifts from Uncle Ronan."

Regan and Tara hung their heads. This wasn't a ploy. One thing about my kids was that they did have manners and usually a conscience. They knew they should have known better and they were sorry. They also knew they had the most laid back mom in the world and they shouldn't take advantage of the fact I was young enough to remember what carefree was and how much rules sucked. Hippie mom would be a stretch; I liked to consider myself the cool mom. Plus as far as I could tell, I was the only mom that could still wear low rise jeans in public. Well, maybe could is the wrong word. I was the only mom that should be allowed to wear low-rise jeans in public. I was still in shape and young, I was not one of the forty-plus mom's with tummy tucks who were going through their midlife crisis.

I bent down giving each a quick squeeze as we rounded the corner to get to the bar. "If you both finish your work and chores quickly I'll let you decorate the bar early. I know tomorrow's St. Paddy's day, but it'll give you two something productive to do."

They grinned and ran inside. Work in kindergarten. The mind boggles. I always looked everything over; mostly it had to do with colors, numbers, simple phonics, and spelling their own names. Of course, I had gotten bored when they were younger and had already taught them all of that. They were probably at first grade level, maybe second already, but they didn't show off. They didn't want to skip a grade and neither did I. That's much more pressure than any child can handle, I just want them to be prepared so they won't struggle so much. Learning all of this early lets them understand concepts easier and makes way for more time to have a social life. Well, that was the idea behind it. That and I liked having bragging rights. The other mothers who looked down at me for, how did they put it-oh yes, getting 'knocked up' got uncomfortable when they found out how active in my children's lives I was. I held a job, I was there for my kids, I checked their homework, my kids were angels, and I had the perfect figure. The last part I overhead one mother enviously whispering to her friend. Enough to give a girl a little ego boost if I do say so myself.

I walked inside and the phone was already ringing. I sighed and picked it up. "McGinty's."

"Listen, I know you don't like involving the police, but had everything been going all right?"

I frowned at the phone. "Dolly, I told you, you don't need to check up on us. For the last time, I'm going to figure something out."

Detective Dolly was a good man and better friend. He was the one who had found the twin's father in the dumpster. He had only been a rookie then and started hanging out at the bar on occasion. He wasn't here as often anymore, I think it was mainly because even though he was a good guy he was still a cop and it made most of the patrons nervous.

"Have you figured something out yet?"

I sighed. "No, but listen Dolly honestly, we're fine. They haven't been back in months. Worst case we change location. We have enough money to do it…I don't like running, but I've got my kids to worry about."

"I know, I just…I don't like seeing you in trouble."

I gave a laugh. "Thanks, you know I appreciate it. I'll see you around okay? Don't be a stranger to the house, even if you don't come to the bar anymore."

"Anything you say." With that, he hung up.

I shook my head and wiped down the counter. The Russians had started moving in. Honestly. In Boston of all places, Russians? This was an Irish paradise first off, followed by the Italians. We didn't have room for the Russians. I was still hoping someone would knock them down before this got out of hand, but so far nothing. They had showed up at the bar a few weeks ago before opening and had threatened dad. I walked in halfway through this conversation and the threats turned to me. Thankfully, they didn't know about the kids. That was the only thing that kept me here. If it was just dad and me I'd stay to piss them off, but I wasn't putting my kids in danger because of my own damned pride. I knew better. I'd seen enough movies to know how THAT scenario ends.

I'd just say a prayer tomorrow would be a better day. It had to. It was St. Patrick's Day tomorrow and I lived in Boston. What could possibly go wrong?


A/N:

Okay so it's not a Four Brother's fan fic. See you have to understand, I already wrote two and I was at a loss for a decent story line. So I though since I was at a loss or a new story line, why not make a second BD fic? Eh? Eh? Smart idea right?

that and I wanted to make up for how bad the last one was.

I like to make things better.

So tell me what you think, I know it's different than what I usually do, but we'll see how this turns out.

I think this is the first time I've ever actually written anything close to an introduction to a story. I'm a bit proud of myself for starting the plot.

I should mention right now I'm very sick (physically) and it makes me tired to I say and type stupid things…

Sorry.