The streets were dark, only lit dimly by the streetlights that littered every corner. Connor, Murphy and Romeo were walking back to McGinty's where they were currently staying. They'd been to a different bar but weren't drunk, just buzzed, when they decided to head back home. Some guys had tried to start a fight with them and as they were trying to lay low, they decided to get out of there, as soon as they beat the shit out of them of course, because there's nothing better than a good old fashion bar fight.

"The look on his face when ye socked him were priceless!" Connor laughed as he smacked Murphy on his back proudly.

"Aye, should o' seen the guy ye took down, don't t'ink he was expectin' that." Murphy chuckled as they continued walking down the dark street. The adrenalin from the fight was still pumping in their systems and they felt good.

"Fuck yeah! We're fucking awesome! " Romeo bellowed as he started punching the air, recreating the fight as the twins cheered him on.

"What the fuck..." Murphy trailed off as they walked passed an alleyway as he stopped abruptly when he saw a figure laying on the floor. His gut told him to check it out so without even waiting for Connor or Romeo, he made his way over, hearing their footsteps approaching behind him. Murphy knelt down and carefully rolled the figure onto their back. As he saw her face he felt like he had been winded and couldn't help the loud gasp that escaped his lips. He fell on his ass and recoiled his hand as if the woman had burnt him. Connor noticed his brother's intense reaction and stood over him to check he was ok, not taking note of the woman laying there.

"What is it?" He asked concerned at his brother's now sickly pale complexion.

"Ár aingeal." Murphy whispered still staring at the woman in disbelief. Connor quickly looked down and took an instinctive step back in shock.

"Holy fuck." He gasped.

Sure enough, lay there on the ground battered and bloody was the lady of their dreams. Even though she was covered in blood and bruises there was no mistaking her, this wasn't just a girl that looked like her, this was her.

"This is the girl from your dreams?" Romeo asked incredulously, remembering the brief explanation the twins had given him previously.

"Aye." Connor answered, still in shock.

"Well fuck." Romeo sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.

The twins were suddenly snapped back to reality by the girl gasping and suddenly clutching her side. They remembered she was hurt and jumped into action.

"Lass, are ye ok?" Connor asked as he kneeled next to her trying to assess her wounds.

"Stupid fuckin' question Connor, does she look ok?" Murphy asked as he knelt next to his twin. Connor chose to ignore the attitude and focus on the injured girl. Murphy gently took her hand away from her side and they noticed blood, and alot of it.

"Fuck!" Murphy exclaimed as panic set through him. Connor lifted her dress up gingerly to look at the damage.

"She's been fuckin' stabbed." Connor spat, regardless of what he did for a living, the evil that surrounded him always touched a nerve and he never got used to it. Murphy's jaw clenched and he tried to suppress his anger so he could solely focus on the injured woman, who he just noticed was falling asleep.

"Hey, love, ye gotta stay awake fer us." He said softly as he gently touched her face.

"I'm tired." The girl whispered as her eyes closed. Panic set in again and Murphy bit his lip and looked to Connor who was always better at making plans and staying level headed.

"The fuck are we gonna do? We can't take her to the hospital." Murphy questioned as his anxiety was going through the roof. They couldn't let her die, it wasn't an option.

"We'll call Michael." Connor said calmly as he took out his phone and stood up.

Michael was a friend The Saints had made not long after they came back to America, his wife was attacked and she wouldn't have made it if it weren't for The Saints. Michael was a doctor and had decided to help The Saints cause and offered to help them whenever they needed, which in their line of business was an opportunity they couldn't pass up. Murphy couldn't hear the conversation his brother was having on the phone, he was focused on making sure the girl was still breathing and said a quick prayer that she would be ok.

"She'll be alright man." Romeo said as he crouched next to him and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. The twins hadn't gone into too much detail but he knew this girl was important to them, which made her important to him.

"Right, he's on his way, let's get her home." Connor calmly stated. Luckily McGinty's was just around the corner, so Murphy picked her up bridal style, trying his best not to touch the wound, and they got back as quick as they could. When they got in he placed her on his bed, not even thinking about the blood, and Connor helped him remove her leather coat and her knee high Doc Marten boots. Connor was looking out the window waiting anxiously for Michael with Romeo as Murphy was pacing by the bed.

"Where the fuck is he?!" He snapped, letting his emotions get the better of him. He always was the more emotional of the two.

"He'll be here brudder, don't worry." Connor soothed, trying to ease his twins anxiety. Inside Connor was panicking but he was trying his hardest to mask it from his brother.

Five more minutes and Connor was ushering Michael through the door, he already gave him a quick run down of the situation on the phone.

"Someone's really done a number on her." Michael stated grimly as he looked her over. She had a big bruise already forming on her jaw, her nose was bloody, although he determined it wasn't broken, and she had a gash on her forehead. Michael took his scissors out of his kit and started to cut her dress off to get easy access to her wound. They all took a sharp intake of breath when the dress was removed.

"Fuck!" Romeo hissed as he shook his head in disgust.

"Are those fuckin' handprints?" Murphy asked though clenched teeth as he looked at the poor girls body. She had handprints on her thighs and tops of her arms, clearly from being restrained, her ribs were bruised, but not broke, and her stab wound was in her side.

"Looks that way, I think these guys may have done more than just rough her up." Michael sighed. Murphy punched the wall in anger, shouting curses in Gaelic and Connor grabbed his arm trying to calm his twin down. Connor was furious but he was always better at dealing with his emotions than Murphy was. Murphy always let his emotions drive him whereas Connor could keep a level head and assess the situation. As twins they were the same in many ways, but others they were opposites, like they were mirrored, and they complemented each other perfectly, balancing each other out. Two halves to make one whole.

"We'll get 'em Murph." He reassured him, causing Murphy to take a deep breath and nod, he needed to keep calm.

"Right guys, I'm going to ask you to leave while I patch her up. I'll get you when I'm done, the stab wound isn't too bad luckily so she should be fine. Well physically at least." Michael explained. Romeo left the bedroom and waited for the brothers in the room they were using as the lounge, to give the brothers some space.

"I ain't goin' nowhere." Murphy said as he crossed his arms and remained firmly planted to the floor.

"It's to preserve the lass's modesty brudder, come on. She doesn't need an audience for this shit." Connor tried to talk some sense into Murphy. He understood why he didn't want to leave her, he didn't either, but he had to think of the girl. Murphy bit his lip and looked at her and then at Connor, silently communicating with him.

I don't want to leave her Connor.

I don't either Murph but think o' the lass aye?

Murphy sighed as he walked out of the room with Connor following.

Michael stitched the girl up and cleaned her wounds, he injected her with some painkillers and antibiotics just to be safe, then he left the room to find the boys who were sat on the sofa patiently waiting. Murphy nearly dived off the sofa when he saw Michael come in.

"How is she?" He asked anxiously.

"She will be ok physically. I've already gave her a round of pain killers and antibiotics, but make sure she takes these tomorrow. Ill need to check the stitches next week so I'll pop by to see her." He explained as he handed Murphy the medicine. Murphy gave a quick thanks and rushed into the bedroom to see her as Connor saw Michael to the door. He grabbed one of his t shirts from his cupboard and sat on the bed next to her and gently pushed her hair from her face.

"Faigh go maith mo ghrá. (Get well my love)." He said softly.

"Ye need help?" Connor asked as he entered the bedroom. Murphy nodded and Connor helped him lift her up gently to put the top on her, laying her back down when they were done. Connor put his arm around his brother as they both watched the girl peacefully sleeping.

"Can't believe she's here." Murphy sighed as he wiped his hand over his face, he was exhausted.

"The Lord works in mysterious ways mo dheartháir. (My brother)" Connor said with a slight smile. He couldn't believe she was real, here in the flesh.

"Aye, that he does." Murphy smiled looking at her.