There was a girl

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Boondock Saints. Please don't sue. You won't get much. Please be kind. This is my 1st attempt at a fic. I admit I am a SPF and NR fan-girl.

-SF.

I never told you how to live your life
I never said you had to be something you don't want to be
I never said you had to stick around forever
Never said you had to stick around to be with me

I ain't going to be responsible
When your life don't end up full
All your talk has become bull
Just what do you see
Don't place the blame on me

A lack of vision when you made your decision
And you wonder why your life has turned out this way
You tried to use me and succeeded to confuse me
But now you're feeling sorry 'cause you got played

I ain't going to be responsible
When your life don't end up full
All your talk has become bull
Just what do you see
Don't place the blame on me

Life is evil when you don't get what you want
Memories can serve as ghosts
They'll tease and haunt you
When you spend your nights up late
Wondering all about your fate
Why did life end up this way
For You - Save Ferris

Chel'An Geronimo had just arrived in town. The flight was uneventful, San Francisco to Boston, 7 hours and 40 minutes on the plane most of which she spent asleep. Surprisingly well, sleeping at night still wasn't an easy thing for her. She opened her eyes, blinking at the brightness of the light. The jarring of the landing gear connecting with the ground had woken her. Her internal clock screamed early morning, but according to the flight attendant overhead, it was almost 11am, "Welcome to Boston." For a few minutes she almost forgot where she was.

"But that was the point right? To forget", she sighed and wrinkled her nose. "I can't forget... No, I don't want to forget. I feel that if I forget about him... he'll really be gone forever."

She took a deep breath and sat up, trying to shake sleep from her head. Her right hand ran through her hair, her fingers smoothing out her wayward bangs. Where her right hand trailed behind her head, her left hand brought up a ribbon to tie back her hair. She brought the long dark brown pony tail across her left shoulder. Sifting through her bag she found her sunglasses and her earphones. The flight was thankfully not crowded, she had the row to herself. It was comforting to hide from the sun and add a little background music. She was dressed in her basic uniform of jeans and a black loose sweater. Her grey coat was in the seat next to her, she wondered if it would be thick enough to keep her warm. October Boston might be alot colder than October San Francisco.

The plane was still taxi-ing. She bent down to put her boots back on, she smiled to herself. It was nice they were still where she kicked them off. Looking out the window, the sun had settled behind some clouds. Hopefully it wouldn't rain, she still had to find her new home. As far as she knew someone would be picking her up at the airport to take her to the agency to sign some papers and then to her new apartment.

Who would've known she'd be a traveling nurse. Her first assignment had been 3 weeks in Hawaii. The relatives in Oahu smothered her. Hawaii was a nice dream, a fuzzy warm type of dream. It was easy to blend in but it didn't help that her favorite cousin KaLee lived locally too. She appreciated her concern, but they were so forceful in trying to match her up. Didn't they realize it was too soon? Then came 3 months in San Francisco. She liked that it was cold there. Atleast it pleased her family that it wasn't too far from home. She fit in well there, but too many things reminded her of him. She also had too many relatives there. They meant well and were only trying to care for her. But she was tired of their pity and sad smiles.

When she was younger running away was what came naturally. So of course she was doing it again. Now Chel'an found herself in Boston. The pay was good, no one wanted to work in the city where the vigilante group, "The Saints" were patrollling. Quiet, peace, she wanted to be sad/mad/alone. No one understood this, it wouldn't be for ever, just for now. She missed him and 4 months later she was still trying to figure out how to be without him.

She laughed to herself, what a great soap her story made. Young couple married not even a year, caught in the cross fire at a busy shopping center. Law enforcement husband shot and killed before her eyes, shielding her from bullets. Her eyes were feeling warm, she blinked the tears away. He was off duty, they were at the wrong place at just the wrong time. Sure it was horrible to have lived it, but would it have been any easier or any worse if he had been killed in the line of duty. A loss was a loss regardless of the situation. She was not going to cry and meet her new supervisor and superintendent red-eyed and puffy faced.

Her contact was a friendly gal, she actually was on her way out of town. Lori? Laurie… God didn't she ever stop to breathe? Auburn hair, green eyes, Irish accent. They made an interesting pair. Chel'an being dark-haired with brown eyes of Filipino descent. They took a cab from the airport to the Agency. From there they took a train to the apartment. Laurie filled her in on all the landmarks and sights.

"So this is home. It's not the Ritz, but it's clean and decent and yer inna safe neighborhood. The Saints only go after bad men. They're doing good y'know. Anyhow... Everything you need is all nearby… work, church… You're Catholic right? There's a grocer's and a pub within walking. The clinic is a brisk walk and then a ride on the train home," Laurie had said. It was a cozy 1 bedroom with a large studio attached. Fully furnished complete with a treadmill and mid-size tv. The bath was a good size too. "I've already sent off my things, this is all yours now. I hope you don't mind, the job is a breeze I was just going to stay for a day and then leave you. Let's get on with the tour then."

The clinic was as Laurie said, easy, simple, just how things were at home. The docs all had their idiosyncrasies but Chel'an was used to that. Of course they were impressed with her previous experience. She had been a paramedic and then her years working in an emergency room were nice notches under her belt. The only downfall were the hours, but that was the bane of a traveling nurse. Pm shift was specifically what she had wanted but the possibility of only working 3 nights a week wasn't settling well. "Don't worry my dear I have a solution for that too", Laurie had laughed.

Laurie was a great guide, telling Chel'an all the short cuts and alley ways to take and NOT to take. Sure enough the church, grocer's, and bar was only a few blocks in their neighborhood. They stopped in at the local bar, "This is where I'd spend my nights when I wasn't at clinic. No silly, not as a drunkard, as a waitress. Would you be interested in taking my place here too? Mind you it's a local bar, but the people are all friendly." Chel'an nodded her head, if it would keep her nights even busier then it was worth a try. She was introduced to Doc the bar owner, he was a kindly old man who was a huggable grumpy bear.

So that's how Chel'an ended her day. Laurie hugged her good-bye and left her at the bar that evening. She started that evening, taking orders and serving drinks, it's a good thing she thought to switch out to her steel toe boots. Comfort and stability were better than style when working at a bar. The patrons were a good mix of people, not just Irish. She didn't stand out, she didn't quite fade away, she was just there. And that's how she liked it. Out of the crowd only 2 pairs of eyes noticed this new face and watched her with curiousity.

"Why don'cha marry 'er then?" Murphy Macmanus teased his brother. "You feeling ta have a bite of what's it? A little Asian persuasion?" The dark haired young man had his arm around his blonde twin, in a consipiring way. She had brought them their drinks, but hadn't stayed long, her eyes were quick and her ears even sharper to catch drink orders all around her. To the brothers it was as if she was in a graceful dance from behind the bar to the patrons and around the floor. She smiled easily, her eyes very aware of all around her and was not the least afraid when the occasional brawl broke out. Chel'an had decided that these two were harmless brothers, quick to fall in love with the new girl. She hoped they atleast would leave her a good tip, she definitely enjoyed being a girl.

Connor Macmanus shoved his right elbow into his brother's chest. "She only got here, quiet little thing. Her eyes seem so sad. I wonder what's her secret. Sad eyes always have secrets."

"Whaddaya mean sad? When she smiles she lights up the room." Murphy retorted rubbing his chest, "We've got secrets, but our eyes aren't sad."