"It's your fuckin' fault!"

"No it's not! You're the idiot who went after tha lamb!"

"Yer still at fault! If you would 'ave helped me, I wouldn' be bleedin' to death all fuckin' day long!"

"Oh shut it! You fuckin' idiot."

The door to the small cottage was shoved open rather roughly. Moving with the blundering steps of two squabbling siblings, two forms sidled in through the doorway, smacking at each other playfully. Murphy was the first through the door and Connor followed after him. Two years changed quite a bit with the two boys. Their hair was a bit longer, their faces scruffier, and they seemed somewhat distant yet still connected. They both looked to their father, who was standing near the door, eyeing them. It seemed they knew what he was about to ask.

"Where 'ave you two been?"

"Well, we would 'ave been 'ere earlier, da, but Connor 'ere tried to go and rescue a lost little lamb. And guess what happened?"

"Shut it, Murph!"

"Oh no, Conn. This is jus' too funny. So, he goes to rescue the little lamb, da, and the thing gets the best of 'im!"

"It did not, da. If Murph 'ere would 'ave helped me, I'd not 'ave cut my arm open." He pulled back the sleeve of his sweater, revealing the bloodied cloth wrapped around his right arm. "Little lamb was scared, wound up fightin' me as I tried to cut it loose, and caused me to cut myself."

"Told ya, da. Conn got trounced by a wee little lamb!"

The whole time the boys were unaware of the other two in the cottage. Connor had been busy unwrapping the bandage from his arm so they could bandage it properly. Murphy had been poking at his brother and then searching for their make-shift first-aid kit, giving that trademark grin of his. Noah studied Connor's cut, content to know that it was not deep enough that it needed stitching. They could merely wrap it up and it would heal on its own.

"Quit pokin' at yer brother, Murphy. I've found a lost little lamb myself, today."

Sibeal cleared his throat, still seated near the fire and near Adrienne. He was watching the young woman, who stared intently at the Twins, gripping the arms of the chair tightly. She had become considerably pale, no doubt worried that their reaction would be undesirable.

"Uncle Sib—."

Silence followed Connor's voice as he went to greet his uncle, but instead of seeing only his uncle, there was another person there. He smacked Murphy on the arm and as Murphy turned to turn on Connor, his own expression mirrored his brother's—utter shock registered on their features. For a moment stood there, unsure on what they should do or how they should react.

Adrienne rose from the chair, pushing her hair back from her face before smiling. "Hello, boys."

Before she could even move or try to approach them, they had pushed their way past their father and the small table and snatched her up, Murphy and Connor both squeezing her against their bodies. There was no way to escape being sandwiched between the two bodies and, quite frankly, Adrienne did not want to remove herself from between them. She held tightly to the two men, listening as the Twins spoke softly to her in their mother tongue. A kiss was pressed first to Connor's cheek and then Murphy's. The latter was crying, apparently, because the young woman felt tears as she pressed her lips to the scruffy skin. Murphy was the one ruled by emotions, after all, so it was no surprise to Adrienne.

"I've missed you two so much." Words were finally spoken aloud and Adrienne pulled back, studying each face for a moment. There was a significant change from the carefree spirits she had known just two years prior. They looked older, now. They looked restless, unsettled. They also looked extremely pleased at that moment.

There was silence again, and it unnerved Adrienne more than anything. However, the silence was broken by the distinct male voice coming from somewhere behind her, and she turned to face Noah, who was looking at his sons. "Yer uncle and I are goin' ta go out ta the barn. Perhaps ye should let tha poor girl sit, and maybe catch up wit' 'er?" It was that reminder to his sons to remember to be gentlemen.

"Oh, right, da!"

"Yeah, yeah. Want some more tea, Adri?"

"How 'bout somethin' to eat?"

"We can get ye somethin' a little stronger if ya like."

Giving a shake of her head, she denied the offers and then settled back down in the chair she had previously occupied, head settled within her hands, listening as Noah and Sibeal left the house. Connor and Murphy were there as soon as they exchanged a few words with their father, flanking either side of the woman they had both loved so dearly just two years before. As soon as she looked up, she realized that both of the boys were staring hard at her, questions written over their features. "I'm sure you want to know—"

"Yes we do!"

"Why the hell—"

"Can you let me explain myself first before you badger me with questions?"

Connor and Murphy looked down at their feet before looking back up at her. They knew that they should not attack her with questions but they wanted answers. Two years and not a word from her? Of course they were concerned! There were many nights where they woke up, shaken by the dreams they had had. She was dead in those dreams, murdered by the hands of vengeful people who wanted to bring them back.

"Alrigh', darlin'."

"Explain."

Taking in a deep breath, Adrienne leaned back in her chair, looking at the fire before she looked between the Twins. "I know that I never called. I know I should have called. I should have written, or something, but…I couldn't. I was in New Orleans for only a month and they shipped me off to London. I had no way of getting a hold of you two, and I thought that, maybe I could quit you two cold turkey."

"Quit us?"

"What do ye mean?"

"I thought that I would be able to get over you two. After I left, I thought that maybe I could move on. You know, date others, start a new life like I was supposed to do. Instead of starting it in New Orleans, I would start it in London."

Connor reached out and touched her hand then, grasping it gently. "What happened in London?"

For a moment, frustration took hold of Adrienne. She squeezed Connor's hand and then released it, looking up at him. "Nothing happened! That's what!"

"Nothin' happened?"

"Right, Murphy. Nothing happened. I tried dating. I mean I tried. I went on thirty fucking dates. Thirty of them and not one of those guys worked out! So, after two years and thirty dates, they sent me back. I landed at New Orleans, caught a flight to Boston, and I went to visit my favorite people." She stood up then, moving over to the fireplace. Murphy and Connor stayed seated, giving her the space they knew she needed. "I get to McGinty's and things have changed. I ask Doc what happened, where everyone was, and then I find out that these two guys went on a vigilante killing spree in Boston."

Looking back between the two, she noted the smiles they had and only rolled her eyes at them. "I can't believe you two!" That was the moment she rounded on them both, slapping Connor upside the head and smacking Murphy's shoulder as hard as she could. "You two just went off and killed people?!" Her voice was a little higher than normal, full of shock.

"They were evil men, Adri." Connor stood then, grabbing her shoulders gently. There was no need to be rough with her. He knew she would not do them much harm, after all. She did have a killer right hook, though, so he made sure to keep the distance and keep a firm grip on her shoulders. "Evil men, dead men."

"Conn's right, Adri. We were only doin' what God commanded." Murphy was behind her then, petting her hair as Connor relaxed his grip. "I know yer goin' ta say that we're evil men, too, because we killed. Everyone thinks so, or most of 'em do. But how can we be evil when we're doin' what God commanded?"

Throwing her hands up in the air, removing Connor's hands from her shoulders, she exhaled, throwing in the towel. There was no point in arguing with the Twins. No point in arguing with them ever. "I am not going to even try to argue with you two about this. I know I can't convince you two when you're set in your way." She looked back to Murphy and then to Connor, smiling. "I'm just so glad to see you two, alive."

"We're glad ta see you as well, Adri. We missed you. We love you." Connor drew her body closer to his, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. After releasing her, he moved back, and immediately Murphy spun her around to kiss her as well. Upon breaking the kiss, he smiled at her, cupping her face tenderly.

"Really?"

"Aye."

A/N: So, this is the second part to this. I think this will be longer than two or three chapters. I have ideas for more stories, more interactions, and possibly more Noah.