Better Days

by ShepherdAequitas

Claire has not had much luck lately. She catches the boyfriend she was supposed to be moving in with cheating. She ends up stuck in a city she's never been to before, no money, and nowhere to go. The twins, of course are more than happy to welcome in a young lady such as claire. one a little more than the other. What will this mean for claire though, when "The Saints" go to work.

1. Chapter 1

Better Days

By: ShepherdAquitas

Disclaimer: I do not own "Boondock Saints" or the wonderful characters affiliated with the movie. However, god bless Troy Duffy for kindly creating all of it.

A/N: hey guys so I wanted to let you know a couple things to help with the story. So this is going to be a story that MORE OR LESS follows the movie's story line. This is my first fanfic so I apologize in advance if it's terrible. I love the movie and the last thing I want to do is butcher it with terrible writing so I will do my best, just be gentle in the comments please? The story is set like a week or so before 's day when most of the trouble started.

The sound of rain consumed me as I reluctantly stepped out of the cab, taking my small backpack with me. The driver scowled at me and muttered something about wasting his time on some penniless bitch.

Sheesh, bitch is a little harsh. I thought; not daring to speak the words.

I couldn't exactly blame him though. I had flagged him down knowing I had nothing to pay him with. I suppose I was counting on the good in people; a big city like Boston probably wasn't the best place to do that. I had only been standing there a few minutes, but I was already soaked to my skin. I gritted my teeth to keep them from chattering, and took out my cell phone.

I dialed my friend, Natalie's, number. She lived in Boston and had agreed that I could stay with her until I had settled down with a job. Unfortunately there had been a big mix up. They had told me my flight was delayed a day, I then told Natalie not to wait up. The airport paid for the passengers to be put up in a hotel for the night. I had been laid out on my bed, still in my clothes, some random show playing on the television when they called me saying the flight had been rescheduled. Leaving me to scramble to my terminal and board the plane, very disgruntled, and not at all in the mood for the 2 hour flight ahead of me. It wouldn't have been a problem but they waited until 10:00 to tell us.

As I expected she didn't pick up. We may not have departed on the friendliest terms but the cab driver had got me close enough to Natalie's that I could walk the rest of the way.

Walking 20 minutes in high heeled boots is never fun, it's made even less so when rain keeps drilling into the top of your head. I shivered and kept going 'till Natalie's apartment came into sight. I ran eagerly to the door and hammered on it. No one came. I tried buzzing her. Silence. Desperate, I tried whipping a couple of rocks at what I assumed was her window; the rain seemed to make one unbroken sheet, making it very difficult to see. Nothing stirred in the black windows. I stomped my foot and silently screamed in frustration. I knew I probably looked a little ridiculous but I wasn't at the point where I could laugh at my situation; today had just been one problem after another. I pulled my sopping wet, coat tighter to my body. I have no money for a hotel room. I began walking aimlessly through the city. I eventually found myself in a very shady looking part of town.

I stopped and looked around for a second. The street was mostly deserted except for the occasional drunkard, staggering around like a blind man. I kept walking until I came up to a slightly dingy looking pub. 'Finally' I whispered with a sigh of relief. The slightly faded lettering above the door read 'McGinty's'. I pushed open the double doors and walked in.