This is my second Boondock Saints Fanfiction and I hope someone enjoys it. It's not going to be very long only 3 or 4 chapters. Anyway this has been a concept brewing from a while now but now being off for two weeks I had time to write it. So enjoy and review! This story is based on the song "Last Train Home" by Ryan Star.
You haven't changed.
Stand in the light,
I need to see you,
uncover my eyes.
The tears coming down,
making lines on your face.
One for each year, now
that you've been away.
We were only kids,
we ran like water.
Your dad said,
stay away from my daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
can't you just believe?
And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.
I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.
You were a storm,
it blew us away.
I wouldn't leave you,
but you couldn't stay.
We were only kids,
we ran like water.
Your dad said,
stay away from my daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
can't you just believe?
And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.
I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.
We were only kids,
we ran like water.
I told your dad,
I love your daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
can't you just believe?
And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.
I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train,
Hold on to love,
and wait for me.
I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.
I'll be the last train,
I'll be your last train home.
I woke up early so I had the full day to get all my chores down. When I was younger I was able to sleep late. Now all the problems of the world where facing me. Everything was easy as child. You would just get up and have breakfast ready. Having a child you have to be grown up. I rolled off my bed and threw on some old sweats. I mumbled the whole way because I kept falling over things. My whole room was a mess full of strewn clothes. I growled knowing that if I ever wanted to get my son to clean his room I would have to clean my own. I grabbed a rubber band from my counter and tied my golden locks into a ponytail. I stumbled my way out my door and walked into the opposite room. I opened the door and stepped into my son's immaculate clean room. For a seven year old he was neat. Damn, he definitely wasn't my kid. I walked over to his bed and shook him awake. He looked up and groaned.
"Come on, Gerald. I need to get some chores done." I rustled his reddish-brown hair. He moaned in agony and got up. I passed him some clothes and walked out his door. Coffee, I need some serious coffee. I almost made it down my stairs when I realized I forgot my purse. I ran back into my room and grabbed it. I passed Gerald's room again and realized he was back in his bed. "Gerald Patrick O'Shea. Get your little Irish ass up." He looked over at me and got up. I could hear him mumbling underneath his breath. Yeah, he was my son.
I got to the market early enough to not reach the usual Saturday crowd. Gerald wasn't paying much attention he was so intent on the new video game I bought him. Eggs, check. Milk, check. Pasta, check. Potatoes, check. I heard a crash which caused my eyes to avert to the sound. Gerald was on the ground and so was his video game. Damn it. He must have run smack into someone. I went on my knees to his side and grabbed the video game and held out my hand to him.
"I'm really sorry. Damn, these video games." I mumbled before meeting the stranger's eyes. When I finally got Gerald and myself up I looked straight into the stranger's eyes. His crystalline blue eyes stared back with intensity. Why did those eyes look so familiar? I started to examine his features. Shit. My whole body froze.
"Grannie?" He asked. My mouth became dry.
"Connor…" I said hoarsely. "I didn't know you were back."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "We just got back a week ago." I saw his eyes look down to Gerald.
"Oh, this is my son Gerald." Connor smiled at him and stuck his hand out. Gerald shook his hand politely. I saw another man come up behind Connor but he didn't look up.
"Connor, what did mom say about…" His voice trailed off when he looked up at me. Murphy McManus gave me the widest smile I have ever seen.
"Gracie Brannigan?" I nodded and he pushed Connor away and picked me up. I chuckled and he let me down. I saw his eyes also look at Gerald.
"O'Shea now." I said lightly before looking at Gerald."Gerald this is Murphy another one of my old friends." Gerald smiled and looked over to me. I knew he wanted to leave. "Go and get whatever junk food you want." He smiled and ran off. I looked over and saw both the boys looking at my ring finger. I still had my ring on even after all these years.
"So where's the lucky lad?" I noticed Connor cringe slightly.
"Windowed. New York City Firefighter. Your mother didn't tell you?" The both shook their head in unison and than there eyes shot to the floor. I knew I had to change the subject. "So where are your wives?" I said jokingly but at the same time I really wanted to know. Mrs. McManus and I never talked about the boys.
"Neither of us are married but I found me a lovely lass that'll be me bride." Murphy said proudly. I smiled at him graciouslyand looked down at my watch slightly.
"We should get a drink sometime." The both nodded. "Well, I need to go finish my errands for the day. Are you staying with your mother?" The nodded again and I smiled politely. I turned and walked away shaking. I had just fallen back in my past.
"Grainne, let's go!" My father screamed. I looked at my house and than the McManus boys. There house was only on the other side of the field and I had known them since I was first born in Ireland. We all were only a few months apart but I was older.
"Coming, Dad!" My New York accent had always sounding strange against my father's Irish one.
"Do ya really gotta go?" Connor said drearily.
"I have to go home." I said sadly. My mother was from New York and my father was from Ireland. They had me and divorced soon after. So I stayed with my mom during the school year and Ireland in the summer.
"Why can't ya stay here?" Murphy asked.
"I have to go home to my mom."
"Ya can share me mom. Anyway, we neve' see our Da and ya don't see us leavin' every moment." I hit Connor in the head.
"It doesn't work that way. I gotta go to school." They both rolled there eyes at me.
"Damn it, Grainne. The plane is leaving in an hour." My dad was starting to sound really angry. I leaned forward and hugged both the boys together. I pulled away and kissed both there cheeks. They made disgusted faces and I ran off to meet my dad. He grimaced when he saw me coming. I knew he was looking at my grass and dirt stained overalls. What could I say? I was only ten years old. "Ya gotta stop hangin' out with them boys. Why don't ya play with some lasses?" I shook my head and jumped into his car. Years later I realized he never liked me being friends with the McManus's. That should have been my warning right there but any girl can tell you that they never listen to their father.
The next day I got a call from Mrs. McManus. She wanted me to come over for lunch. I really wanted to say no but I couldn't. Ma (she always made me call her) had always been a mother to me ever since I was child. It helped especially when my own mother died. She has always been there from me to babysitting Gerald to making dinner for me. I couldn't just say no to her because her sons were home.
The door was swung open and I could smell whiskey and corned beef. I walked in knowing that she wouldn't mind and would just put me to work. I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I walked to the doorway and stopped in my place when I heard my name
"Don't even think about tryin' something with Gracie, Connor." Mrs. McManus voice boomed.
"Ma, I wasn't tryin'-" Connor replied.
"I don't want to hear it. She's a gorgeous girl with a son. Ya may have had a thing with her before but it's over now." My heart leaped in my chest. They were talking about me. I walked in quickly pretending as if I wasn't eavesdropping. Connor's eyes were wide which only made me giggle. I walked over to Ma and grabbed a spoon from behind her. She moved away and I started to stir some sauce she was making.
"Ya be needing a good man to feed." I laughed and turned to look at Connor who was staring at his mother beet red. She patted my back and walked out of the kitchen. I watched her walk out and looked at Connor.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" Connor turned back into his normal color and looked at me. He shook his head and found more interest in the paper in front of him. "I was just thinking maybe all of us can get a drink at your uncle's bar."
"Are ya sure ya can keep up with us lass" Murphy said walking into the door. He was walking in with boxers and no shirt. I chuckled and turned back to the sauce. He walked towards me and kissed my cheek. I loved how Murphy wouldn't act awkward around me even after all these years. He sat down next to Connor and grabbed the paper from his hands. Connor slapped him and got up. He grabbed a mug that was on a table and brought it to the sink. I continued to stir but out of the corner of my eye I watched him. He was more muscular than I remembered and he was definitely more refined now. He still had a boyish face but it was sexier. He turned slightly and caught me looking at him. I saw a smirk fall on his lips and I could feel my cheeks redden. God, what was I fifteen again?
"So, what do you say?" I turned to Murphy.
"I'm in." He said non-enthusiastically. I looked towards Connor.
"Fine by me." I smiled and continued to stir the sauce in front of me. Ma walked back in and noticed her son with no clothes on. She slapped him in the back of the head.
"Ya got a lady in the house. Go on and put some clothes on." At this point she held his ear and was pushing him out the door. I could help chuckling the whole time. I forgot how much I missed them being around.
We all had lunch and it was it was just like old times. It made me excited for the night to some so I left and went home to change. I took a shower and threw on a pair of black jeans and a tight green sweater. I let my hair curl naturally and threw on some black eyeliner. Hey, I'm only 28. I got Gerald ready and drove over to the McManus's. Murphy and Connor were standing outside talking lightly to one another and smoking. They had on jeans, black shirts, and black coats. I don't think they have updated there look since high school. I got out and ushered Gerald to the door. Murphy smirked at my appearance while Connor just stared at me.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." I said walking into the house. I heard Murphy cracking up behind me but I didn't dare turn around to see Connor's face.
I came back out a few minutes later after Gerald was situated. Both of them stood as I got outside. I walked past them and went to my car. I felt myself being tugged away. I turned and Connor's eyes met mine.
"Come on, we're walking." He and Murphy both linked there arms in mine. I smiled to myself remembering all the times when we were younger. I looked at Connor and he turned to me. Something happened at that moment. A flood of emotions came back to me. I had to turn away. I keep trying to relive the past. When we were happy. When I still loved him. When we were in love for six years. When we turned 20, Connor and I were engaged. He had asked me one night. I thought he was really drunk but he asked me again the next day and that day on until I finally told him I would. Half a year later he broke up with me and was gone. I followed a few months later. We never crossed paths until yesterday. I let go of both of their arms and walked ahead of them. I heard Connor sigh but they didn't bother me until we actually got to the pub. We all squeezed into a booth all the way in the back. It was a round booth so I was stuck in the middle of both of them. Murphy was the first one to break the tension.
"So what have ya been up to?" He asked.
"I'm a nurse." I said proudly. I heard Connor chuckle.
"What the hell is so funny?" I felt my anger rising.
"Aren' ya the same lass who was squeamish as all hell?" I nodded reluctantly. I noticed a round of drinks coming our way. Connor and Murphy both looked towards the bar where their uncle stood. The waved him as a gesture of thanks. The waitress placed the drinks down and I saw her smirk at Connor. She looked about 19, brown eyes, and long fake blonde hair. Grade A, bimbo. She set the drinks down and walked away. She glanced back at him every few seconds. I saw Connor egging her on by smiling. I snatched my drink and just chugged it down. Murphy's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw my glass was only less than half left.
"What has gone and gotten into ya?" He said laughing. I smiled and turned to Connor who just looked at me than the waitress. He must have put two and two together because he smiled down at his glass and took a swig. Damn it, why did I have to be so obvious that I was still attracted to him? I chugged down the rest of the beer and more beer kept on coming.
"You know you left exactly seven years ago today. And you know what I waited….wait isn't that a funny word? Anyways, I always waited for you to just call me and say everything was a mistake." I said falling onto Connor. He lifted me up enough to see his face.
"I think you've had quite a bit to drink." He positioned me to sit by myself. I looked over at Murphy who was laughing.
"Are you laughin' at my misery? You're to blame to- You left too. I loved him." I pointed to Connor. "And you were like a bro-" My mind shut off. I had forgotten the word.
"Brother?" Murphy finished. I nodded happily.
"Brother!" I said excitedly. I noticed everyone in the bar turn to look at us. "What?" I yelled. I saw both the boys exchange glances. Murphy got up and went to the bar to talk to his uncle so he didn't kick us out. I moved closer to Connor. My lips reached up to his ear.
"I want you." I breathed. He twisted his neck away from me but I pulled him closer. I bit down on his ear lobe but I let go and started on his neck. Kissing, licking, and biting. I looked up at his eyes and knew from the color of his eyes he was trying to resist me. I turned my head slightly to see if Murphy was looking but he wasn't so I continued. Connor continually pulled away but it didn't stop me. I wanted him here and now. Finally, he got me to stop and I just rested my head against him. When Murphy came back I got very hot. I pushed away from Connor.
"It's so hot." I started to tug at my sweater bringing it over my head when I felt someone pinning my arms. I looked up and Connor's eyes were wide.
"Let's go." I heard Murphy say. They both pulled me out of the booth and ushered me to the door. I jumped on Murphy's back as soon as we got out.
"What the fuck?" He screamed. He repositioned himself and allowed me to stay there. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He laughed and continued to walk.
We got back to there place relatively quickly. I grabbed my car keys and jumped off Murphy. I stumbled into my car when I felt myself being pried out. Connor was picking me up. I rested in his arms and he slammed the car door shut. We went up the walkway and Murphy got the door open. I had no idea where they were taking me until I noticed Murphy was gone and it was just Connor and me. He put me down on the bed but I got up. He walked to the bathroom. I just stared it grab at my clothes. I took off my sweater and jeans than my bra and panties. I laid on his bed waiting for him to return. He came back a few minutes later. He didn't have a shirt but he still had his jeans on. His eyes grew wide when he saw me. I got up from the bed and walked towards him. He didn't move a muscle. I threw my hands around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. I could feel resistance but I didn't care I wanted him right than and there but my stomach disagreed. I pushed him away and ran into the bathroom. I fell against the toilet and got rid of all the contents of my stomach. I felt someone pulling my hair away from my face and I knew it was Connor. I looked up at him and smiled than everything faded away into a dark abyss.