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Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/All Saints Day/Connor/Murphy or any other character that appears in the film. That belongs to Troy Duffy who I am so jealous of his brilliance. You may recognize different pieces of this story from the second movie, but I did try to put my own little twist on it if you will. Any song titles or lyrics do not belong to me. Ashes & Wine is A Fine Frenzy. Everybody's Changing is Keane. Also, this little work is unbeta'd. All mistakes belong to good ol' me.

Chapter 2 (Everybody's Changing):

"You're aching, you're breaking and I can see the pain in your eyes… says everybody's changing and I don't know why…"

"Aunt Kher?"

I glanced down at the little boy as we walked through the grocery store. His big blue eyes looked up at me, his expression pleading. "What's up bud?" I asked, ruffling his dark hair as we made our way down the aisle.

"Did you know my dad?"

I stopped short and looked down at him. "Your dad?"

Aiden nodded. "Yeah… mama won't tell me about him."

"Maybe there's a reason for that," I pointed out, hoping he'd drop the subject.

"Aunt Kher," he whined.

I sighed and crouched down to be eye level with him. "Look, how about you finish helping me shop and then we'll get some ice cream and chat?"

He grinned, his eyes shining and I felt a tug at my heart at the shade of blue staring back at me. "Really Aunt Kher?"

I nodded. "One condition though. You will not tell your mom that I told you anything."

He nodded furiously and zipped his lip. "Promise!"

I held out my pinky. "Pinky swear on it."

He linked his tiny pinky with mine. We both kissed our fists and shook. "Okay, now, help me." I stood up and extended the list to him. "You read, I grab, got it?"

Aiden nodded and grabbed the list out of my hand. I smiled at the look of deep concentration over his face as he peered at the paper, reaching over and ruffling his hair before I pushed the cart. "So, what do I need?" I asked, glancing down at him.

Aiden wrinkled his nose. "Tuna fish."

I chuckled. "Why the face?"

"Fish is gross," he told me plainly.

"You like fish sticks, don't you?" I reasoned, grabbing three cans.

"I've never eaten a fish stick!" he exclaimed.

I smirked, knowing that Ava was going to kill me. "You know those things your mom calls chicken fries?"

Aiden nodded. "Yes. They're so good!"

I leaned down to whisper in his ear. "They're actually fish."

His eyes widened. "EWWWWW!"

I threw my head back with a laugh. "So, see? You like fish."

He pouted. "I'm never eating those AGAIN!" he told me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We shall see," I replied. "What's next?"

"Ummm…" He lifted the list to his face. "Cheese?"

"Does it say what kind?"

"No… it just says Cheese." He lifted the list up and stood on his toes. "See?"

I glanced at the list and pushed his arm down. "Yes, I see." We continued walking through the aisles grabbing different items as he read them off. I reached for a tomato and glanced across the store and froze. Standing beside the salad dressing were two men. Matching stances, hands tucked into the pockets of their peacoats, sunglasses over their eyes, knit caps pulled low on their heads. They were locked in a hushed discussion, but it was clearly urgent. The tomato dropped out of my hand and fell to the floor, but I barely noticed, my focus glued to the two men. "No…" I whispered. One of the men glanced over at me, a lock of light brown hair peeking out from his cap. We stared at each other for what felt like hours. Suddenly I felt a pull on my t-shirt. I shook my head and glanced down, remembering Aiden.

"Aunt Kher, what's wrong?" he asked, his face serious.

I looked up and turned my gaze across the store, but they were gone. Had they even been there? I shook my head to clear it. "Nothing, buddy," I croaked. I cleared my throat. "Let's finish this and get home, okay?" I felt completely off-balanced as we continued our grocery shopping and more than a little distracted. They couldn't be back… could they…?

"Last one!"

Aiden handed me a box of macaroni and cheese to stuff into the cabinet. "Thanks squirt," I told him absently.

"I hate that name," he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sorry, dude," I apologized, closing the cabinet.

"Aunt K, you're acting weird."

I glanced down at him with a raised eyebrow. "I am, am I?"

He nodded.

I shrugged in return. "Weirder than usual?"

"A little."

I chuckled. "If I give you that ice cream, am I still weird?"

Aiden squealed with delight. "No!"

I left out a bark of laughter moving to the freezer. I pulled out the two pints of ice cream I had bought, chocolate peanut butter for Aiden, butter pecan for myself. "Go grab some spoons and we'll go to the living room, okay?" I told Aiden, chuckling when I barely got the sentence out before he ran in front of me, brandishing silverware. We walked out to the living room and sat on the couch, Aiden practically on top of me. "Dude, we have an entire couch."

"But you're comfortable Aunt Kher," he told me, snuggling up to my side like I was a teddy bear.

"I'm gonna remember this when you're older and use it against you," I retorted, making myself comfortable against the arm of the couch.

"What does that mean?" he asked confused.

"You will see, little man," I told him cryptically. I set both pints on the coffee table and pulled the tops off. I held out his ice cream. "Trade me. Pint for a spoon." We made the exchange and leaned against the back of the couch, my feet propped on the coffee table, his on the couch.

"It's cold," he complained.

I rolled my eyes. "It's ice cream."

"Will you get me a bowl? Please?" he asked, his eyes wide.

I scoffed. "You are so lucky you're cute," I replied, setting my pint on the coffee table and grabbing his and the lid, walking to the kitchen. I scooped out some ice cream into a bowl and shoved the rest of his pint in the freezer before walking back to the living room. "Better?" I asked, handing it to him.

He gave me a toothy grin. "Yes."

"What do you say?"

"Thank you."

I nodded. "You're welcome." I leaned forward and picked my pint back up. I spooned out some ice cream and lifted it to my mouth.

"You're supposed to tell me about my daddy," Aiden reminded me.

I froze and slowly turned my gaze to him. "Dammit, you weren't supposed to remember."

He scowled. "That's a nickel in the swear jar," he told me, wagging his finger at me.

I sighed. "Fine." I slipped a bite of ice cream into my mouth. "What do you want to know?"

Aiden grinned happily, licking some ice cream off his spoon. "Everything!"

I rolled my eyes. "Think of a question and I'll tell you."

He went quiet, his expression thoughtful. I took a bite of ice cream while I waited.

"How did mama meet him?" he eventually asked.

I smiled slightly. "Well… you know your mama and I didn't always live in Boston, right?"

He nodded. "You guys came here before I was born."

I nodded. "That's right." I took another bite of ice cream contemplating what to say next. "We ended up going out not too long after we moved here."

"Where did you go?"

"A place called McGinty's."

"And that's where mama met dad?"

I nodded. "I actually met your dad first."

His eyes grew wide. "So you could've been my mom?"

I choked on my ice cream. I swallowed heavily. "Um, that's not really how it works, kiddo."

He looked confused. "Did you not like him?"

I chuckled. "He wasn't so bad."

"Did he love mama?"

I swallowed heavily. The conversation was getting deeper than I intended. "He did. They were happy together."

"Then where did he go?" Aiden asked, twirling his spoon through the melting ice cream.

I cleared my throat and swallowed over the lump that had formed. "He and his brother had to leave… on business."

"Where'd they go?"

I shrugged and set my treat back on the coffee table. "Not sure little man. Wish I knew."

"I have an uncle too?"

I nodded slowly. "You do."

"Did you know him?"

"I did."

"How?"

I gave him a look. "What do you mean how?"

"Were you friends?"

"Um… well, you could say that," I replied, fidgeting. I was starting to understand why Ava didn't want to talk about this with him.

"You're getting weird again, Aunt Kher," he told me, his brow furrowed. I felt my breath catch in my throat. His expression was identical to one that Connor and Murphy would get. "Aunt Kher?"

I shook my head to clear it. "Finish your ice cream. It's melting."

He took another bite. "Was mama with my dad long?"

"About a year," I replied absently, grabbing the top of the ice cream and setting it back on the coffee table.

"Is he ever coming back?" he asked.

I bit my lower lip and grabbed my pint to put back in the freezer. "I really don't know, Aiden," I replied, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator before walking back to the couch. I leaned against the arm of the couch, resting against it.

"Oof!" I grunted as Aiden crawled on top of me. "Dude, you're getting too big for this."

He burrowed his head under my chin. "Am not."

I rolled my eyes and adjusted to make sure we were both comfortable. "Whatever."

"Tell me more about my dad?" he asked.

I sighed and wrapped my arm around his torso, throwing my right arm over my eyes. "Well... he looks a lot like you, actually."

"Really?" Aiden asked excitedly.

"Yup. You have his hair and his eye color... and you know that mole above your lip that you hate? He has that too."

"So, I look like my dad?" Aiden asked, his voice becoming drowsy.

"You do." I glanced down and kissed him on the top of the head. "Take a nap, little man. We'll talk more later."

"Promise?" he muttered.

"Pinky promise," I replied before we both drifted to sleep.

"Seriously, Kher!"

I jerked awake at the sound of Ava's voice. "Wha-?"

Aiden slowly woke up. "Mama?" he muttered groggily.

Ava grabbed the bowl off the table and thrust it in my face. "What is this?" she asked, a deep scowl over her face.

"A bowl?" I replied, rubbing my face as Aiden crawled off of me.

"How many times have I told you not to give him ice cream unless you feed him real food first?" she asked.

"Ummm... depends how many times I've done it," I replied. "It's probably about even."

She glared at me before turning to Aiden. "You know better," she reprimanded, looking at his face. "Ugh, there is chocolate all over you!" she exclaimed, licking her thumb before trying to wipe it off.

"Mommmmm," he whined trying to bat her away.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, go to the bathroom and wash up. Now."

Aiden pouted but walked to the bathroom shutting the door.

Ava turned to me and sat on the couch. "What the fuck, K?"

I scowled at her. "It's just ice cream. Not crack."

She gave me a glare. "We go through this every single time. It spoils his dinner."

I rolled my eyes and sunk into the couch. "It was two scoops. Sue me."

"I'll look into it." She regarded me for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"You're about to ground me, that's what's wrong."

She shook her head. "Seriously. Something's up."

I sighed and leaned forward, my elbows on my knees. "I don't know..."

"C'mon Kher, talk to me," she urged.

I took a deep breath before puffing out my cheeks and exhaling. "Fine... when I was at the grocery store... I saw something..."

Ava waited for me to continue. "Are you going to give me specifics or do I have to guess?" she asked when I stayed quiet.

"I swear I saw Conn and Murph," I replied, glancing at her.

She gave a look of surprise. "What?"

I rubbed my hands over my face. "I don't know. Aiden and I were in the produce section and they were just... there... and then they were gone."

She looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you weren't seeing things?"

I sighed. "I hope not... otherwise I'm even crazier than I thought."