Disclaimer: I don't own BDS.

A/N: I am in LOVE with this fandom, movie, and characters, so I'm rather attached to this story, and I hope everyone will grow to love it too. It's set around the middle of the first movie.

I don't write for reviews, but I do thrive on them and they are truly my motivation. Constructive criticism is encouraged too...tell me what you want to read! :)

"Fucking piece of shit key...to this fucking piece of shit apartment..."

When it rains, it pours- literally and figuratively. The girl who stood in front of apartment 341 was at the end of what had been an awful day, and she was more than ready to be home. Even if it meant to a lonely, unfamiliar, and very new home. Between the deluge of rain that had fallen on Boston all day, her car battery dying in the middle of said deluge, and a hectic day at work at the diner, she was dead on her feet. She just wanted a television, ice cream, and her- well, she didn't have a husband anymore, so her dog would have to do for now.

The only problem was that she couldn't get into her new home- her key simply wouldn't let her. She looked down at the bags of groceries that were already growing warm and let out a frustrated sigh. Maintenance would be no help at this hour. To be honest, they weren't really help at any hour- she had already realized and she had only been living here for two days. You get what you pay for, she thought glumly.

"Ye need any 'elp? Damn lock givin' you trouble?"

The girl jumped and looked around, startled, and was surprised to see a man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere leaning against the wall of the apartment hallway. She eyed him warily, and her first instinct was to use the tone that was reserved mainly for sales associates who hounded her in stores.

Thanks, but I don't need help, she thought, and almost said it aloud.

It didn't seem very safe to just let a strange man help her into her apartment, especially in this neighborhood. However, she had already been working on the lock for quite some time and was having no luck at all. She looked at her bags of frozen pizza and ice cream melting slowly in the hallway and figured she would have to get in there eventually.

"Uh...yeah... that'd actually be great. Thank you." she said sincerely. "I think it's the key, or the lock, maybe. I don't know if it's just me or-"

"Oh no lass, et's certainly not ya," he said, taking the key from her hand. "Poor son a bitch that used ta live here spent hours tryin' to get this damn door open...s'probably the reason why he moved, come to think of et," he said with a quiet laugh.

"Great," the girl said sighing. The man sure was easy on the eyes, she had noticed almost immediately, and for just a moment she was almost happy her door was harder to open than a bank's vault. She couldn't complain about his accent either. Or his hair. Or his eyes.

"Ye just move in? Don't think I've seen ya 'round here 'fore." He asked her as he kneeled down to try and get a better look at the stubborn lock.

"Yeah. Last Saturday. So when- if- you get the door open, excuse the mess. It's kind of awful in there right now."

It took him awhile, but the man still proved to be much better than her at getting locks open. The girl wasn't expecting it to be opened so fast, and she jumped off the wall that she was leaning on.

"I have this little shit of a dog, so be careful when you open it-" she warned. And there was her dog, lunging at the door, barking and growling very threateningly.

"Oy, wasn't expectin' ye. Calm tha' fuck down ya damn madra." The girl didn't recognize the last word out of his mouth, and looked at him, intrigued, as he grabbed the majority of her bags in one hand. He stopped short of entering the apartment when he saw just how threatening the dog appeared to be.

"I'm so sorry- I'd say he's not normally like this but he's a fucking terror. He's not even mine, he's my ex's, and I really can't stand him...he's a sad sack of shit, is what he is." She added pitifully.

"Who- your ex, or tha' dog?" The man said with a wry smile. He had chosen to stay in the hallway for now, out of the dogs reach.

"Both, now that you mention it," she laughed. "Git Diesel, go 'way." she tried to shoo the dog as she walked through the door and invited the man in. The dog growled, whined and finally stalked away, giving up his fight and his urge to sink his teeth into something.

The girl looked around, dismayed. Her apartment was a disaster and she wished she had taken the time to clean it up at least a little. Come to think of it, she wished she'd cleaned herself up a little. Her brunette hair was soaked, her makeup had long worn off. She believed she had some eyeliner running down her left eye too from the rain. She inwardly cursed.

"If you're really lookin' to get rid of 'im, I could take 'im off yer 'ands," the man said, reaching out to pet Diesel. "We've been lookin' fer a dog...even if he es a lil' crazy. Actually, the crazier, tha better come to think of et."

"Oh..." she said, thoughtfully. "I...I mean I hate him, but, he's alright company, you know? Just me and him here, and he makes me feel a little safer... I just feel like weird things have been going on in Boston lately, all that news of those murders, so it's probably best I have him. Well I sound pitiful, don't I?" she laughed nervously. "Calling him good company..." She brought her arms around herself in embarrassment, but still with a grin on her face. She had grown extremely self conscious since she realized just how bad she looked at the moment.

"Not t'all." the man said firmly, "s'probably right better company than who I'm stuck wit'."

"And who would that be?" she said, with just a tiny hint of curiosity in her voice.

"M'brother, who's also a sad sack of shite if I do say so meself." He said with a grin, petting Diesel with his free hand who had taken to him quite quickly.

"Oh?" She said, as she began to take the bags from him and put them on the counter. She tried to hide the happy tone in her voice when she realized he lived with his brother, and not a wife.

"Nah. He's s'alright really, but he's m'brother, so I'm sorta required to make 'im sound just as ba' as yer dog. Maybe worse," he said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm sure he's just as charming as you-...I just realized I don't even know your name-"

"Murphy."

"Murphy. Well Murphy, thanks so much for the help. It was nice to finally meet someone here...I'm Addi. Addison."

"Pleasures all mine Addison. If you need anythin', me 'n Conn are righ' down tha hall. 345."

"I'll keep that in mind. Especially with this damn door." She said, looking forlornly at her key.

"I can come by another day an' take a look at et for ya", he said lightly. "Ya know their never gonna fix et, and wouldn't want you stuck with it fer the rest of yer time here."

"I- yeah sure. Thanks. Though I guess in these times its better to have a lock that doesn't open versus one that doesn't lock at all," she said with a laugh. He smiled back and started to retreat towards the door.

"Say Murphy," she said to him as he was walking out. "There have been some strange things going on in Boston lately..I know this isn't the greatest neighborhood, but this apartment's relatively safe, right?"

"It's safe." He said it so firmly and convincingly it caught her off guard as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes met hers, and strangely enough she did feel safe.

"Don' worry yer pretty little head lass. And if anyone gives ya any trouble...345, okay?"

She nodded at him and gave a small smile, which he returned.

"Thanks Murphy. See ya around." He nodded, and she closed and locked the door behind her. She could feel a larger grin forming on her face now that he was gone.

Diesel looked up at her with an inquisitive look.

"What?" she said, looking at Diesel. "No, I don't like him. But thanks for asking Diezy."

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