A:N: First Boondock Saints FF. Post movie. I only own my characters. Nothing else. I hope you enjoy and please review, I love reviews. Oh yeah as with all stories I right I have a poll for you. Read and do tell what you want.

Chapter One

Moving In

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking

When you fall everyone sins

Another day and you've had your fill of sinking

With the life held in your

Hands are shaking cold

These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong

Move along, move along like I know you do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along, move along just to make it through

Move along

Move along

So a day when you've lost yourself completely

Could be a night when your life ends

Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving

All the pain held in your

Hands are shaking cold

Your hands are mine to hold

The key jiggled in the lock. It took a second but it opened the door. The landlord looked back at me. My eyes were narrow as we walked in. I hadn't expected it to be much. Not in South Boston anyway. It was better than most things I'd seen all day. It was a two-bedroom apartment with a living room and kitchen. Seventh floor ta boot. I hate heights. Not much to offer but still for three hundred a month I wasn't about to say no.

I walked in with a weak smile. "I like."

"Good." The landlord said, I looked around seeing several bullet holes; his thick Irish accent was shining through. "Just because you said that I'll offer it to you for two seventy-five a month."

I grinned back now. "I'm sold."

He smiled shaking my hand. "I must say," He began as I pulled out my wallet. "I think you're a little off your wack for wanting to stay here. Especially being a woman."

I handed him the money. "I can handle myself." I informed him with a growl. "Do you know where a good bar is around here? I need a job for a few weeks."

He nodded. "Check with Doc down the street." He informed her with a smile shoving the money in his pockets. I moved quietly removing my jacket and setting it on the floor. "He always has something open. Maybe not for someone who isn't Irish though."

"What's that got to do with anything?" I questioned taking the key from his hand to place on my key chain.

"Irish neighborhood lassie." He told me with a shrug looking me up and down. "And you're not Irish."

I shook my head walking out of the apartment. "I'm German and Persian. For the most part any way. I need to get my stuff from my truck." I informed him. "Can you help me?"

He shook his head itching his beard. "Sorry love. I've got to fix the plumbing in room four." He began to walk away and I sighed. "If you need anything just call."

"Thanks." I mumbled shutting the door and walking the rest of the way to my truck. I had about seven large boxes that I would need help with. I decided to load them up last. Taking the smaller boxes up in bundles. It was going to take forever. And I didn't have forever since it looked like it was about ready to rain. The clouds were so dark outside and it was only one in the afternoon.

I had moved to Boston after being offered a job in the local hospital as an ICU nurse. I was fresh out of college and was willing to take any job possible. I couldn't start for a couple weeks though so I needed a job to tie me over. I'd worked bartender plenty of times so I knew a bar would happily hire me. All through college I had worked bartender and a waitress. It wouldn't bug me to work without blood on me every day for a few more weeks.

I was only half way through the boxes when I realized someone was watching me. I had just made it down the steps when I noticed them. Two boys, leaning against a wall smoking on cigarettes, just watching me unload my boxes. I jumped up into the bed, they still watched.

I gave an annoyed sigh looking down briefly at the boxes. Well, if they were just going to watch.

I looked back up at them. "Are you two just going to stand there or do you want to give me a hand?"

"Are you talking to us?" One asked, his accent was just as thick as the landlords. He puffed out smoke with a smirk. I nodded. "You trust us?"

I shook my head. "No but I need help and you two won't stop watching."

The younger looking on smirked, his cigarette still in his mouth. "We were just waiting to see if you'd actually try to lift the bloody thing."

"Well," I began my hands on my hips. "I'll hand them to you if you follow me up to apartment 7-F."

The first one walked up to me and rested his arms on the truck. It was then I noticed the tattoos on his body. One on his hand the other on his neck. The Mother Mary. Veritas, truth, and Aequitas, justice. I smirked. "You just met us and you trust us enough to tell us where you live?"

"Catholic are we?" I pointed to his neck jumping out of the bed beside him. God I hate being short. "Veritas as well?" I looked over to the other one. "And Aequitas too?" I told him with a smirk. "I think I can trust. If not, then I plan on making sure both of you can never have children."

He gave a whistle and a laugh throwing his cigarette to the ground. "Kind of rude considering you're not Irish."

"And your point is?"

"He never has one." The other said with a smirk jumping into the truck. "Which one do you want gone first?"

I shrugged. "Just any I suppose." I grabbed a few lamps and I smiled at them. "I'm Natasha Raimol."

"Conner MacManus." The first introduced himself, extending his hand. I shook it. He pointed back to the other man. "This is my brother Murphy."

"Younger?" I questioned them walking back towards the stairs.

"I hope." He told me while Murphy handed him a large box.

"You wish." Murphy smirked jumping from the truck to grab a box. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "We're twins. Our mother won't tell us which one came first."

I snickered. "The one with the bigger cock." They looked at me confused almost like they had heard it before. "I have twin brothers it was a joke my uncles use to play on them."

"Jesus, it wasn't just ma." Murphy smirked off and Conner elbowed him in the gut. He almost dropped the box. "So why so trusting?"

I turned and looked at them. "I'm not stupid." I nodded down to my back. I was packing heat. And they now noticed it.

I heard them mutter some 'holy shits' but they still helped out.

They followed me upstairs and helped me with the rest of the boxes. It didn't take as long as I thought it would to finish unloading my truck. Only about twenty more minutes from when I'd asked for help. I was happy that they helped me. I got to know them while we walked up and down together. They wouldn't tell me where they worked but I didn't mind.

They told me a little about their past. They worked or use to work in a meat factory, they had moved to the Boston area when they were twenty. Been with each over since they left Ireland. I could understand why.

My brothers loved to do everything together. Torturing me when I was younger was their main form of entertainment. Then I discovered paintball and they realized that I could shoot.

I was walking back down with Murphy when it began to drizzle. "At least none of your valuables will get wet." He told me smiling as he jumped back into the bed of the truck to retrieve the last two boxes. "Are you from Boston?"

I shook my head. "No. West coast. Seattle area."

"And your brothers?" He asked handing me a box.

"They live in Florida." I told him with a weak smile. "Finishing up school. They're identical though so it makes them going to the same school a pain in the ass for their teachers."

He laughed knowing what I meant. "Switch classes one to often?"

"And their almost twenty-one." I mumbled to myself with a shake of my head. "God help whoever lets them drink on their birthday." He looked at me with a smile and a chuckle. "You have no idea how bad they get so stop snickering."

"I'm Irish love." He told me still laughing. "I can hold me alcohol. How much older are you than them?"

"I'm two years older."

"Twenty-three?"

"In a few weeks." I told him as we headed upstairs. "James and Hayden are coming up to celebrate."

"Anyway to tell them apart?"

"Hayden's the bigger ass."

We laughed as we walked into the room where Conner had set boxes apart according to what I had written on them.

I set down the last box with a smile. "Well," I looked over to them and smile. "That's everything." I reached into my wallet and pulled out a twenty. Conner shook his head and began to protest. "Please, I really appreciate the help." He still shook his head. "Take the fucking money."

He shook his head crossing his arms. "No."

I looked over at Murphy. "Here Murphy." He looked at me taking the money without a second thought. "Don't share it."

Conner looked over at Murphy smacking him upside the head.

"Jesus." Murphy mumbled rubbing his head. He glanced to his watch. "Ah, shit." He looked back up at Conner. "We were supposed to met Da ten minutes ago."

He nodded. "Go met him. I'll be down in a minute." Murphy smirked trotting off while Conner looked back to me. I had sort of been ignoring their conversation and began unpacking yet again. "You didn't have to pay us."

I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't. I paid him."

He chuckled. "We were just happy to help."

"Thanks." I smiled looking down at the box as I stood up. "Sorry if I made you run late."

"It's just Da." He told me. "He'll get over it.'

Why couldn't I get myself to say anything? Jesus, I felt like a fucking idiot. "Well, I hope to see you guys again soon. I just need to set some stuff out and I'm off to get a job."

"I thought you said you were a nurse?" He questioned me.

"I am," I informed him. "I just need a job to tie me over until I start."

"How long until that?" He leaned against the door as I pulled out some clothes. I set the gun on the floor just far enough that I could grab it. But I wasn't feeling to nervous about him.

"About three weeks maybe four." I shouted to him. "So what do you do now that you're out of the meat packing business?"

"Work." He muttered to me. "Just work."

I shook my head. All right so he didn't want to tell me. Jesus Christ. He was mysterious. I stepped out changed into the clothes. He just watched as I crossed the room to grab my keys.

"Do you need a ride?" I asked while I walked towards the door. "I'd be happy to give you guys a lift before I go out job hunting."

"I think Da's down there already." He told me with a smile following me out the door. "Thanks though."

I smirked shutting and locking the door behind us. It was then I noticed the sound of rain on the roof. I smirked again with a chuckle. Conner looked at me confused. "I moved from Seattle to get away from the rain."

"Your from Seattle now are you?"

I nodded. "I grew tired of the west coast." We stepped outside, the rain was pouring and I smiled broadly opening my arms. "I love the rain."

Conner just looked at me confused at what I had said. I was contradicting myself. I looked across the street to see Murphy standing with a man who adorned himself in a black jacket. Must have been Da. They nodded to Conner who nodded back. I got the message.

"It was nice to meet you." I told him. "Hopefully I'll see you again."

I began to walk over to me truck when I thought I heard him say; "I know you will."

A:N: Hope you liked now for my poll. I haven't decided if I want this to be lovey dovey so does Natasha end up with one of the brothers? Please review I love them.