A/N: Hi all. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave me reviews with constructive critism. I don't own BDS, I only own Grace, Patrick Jack and Alice (and any other people you don't recognise). I apologise for my horrible attempt at writing an Irish accent. I may go back and edit later to just normal speaking, so y'all can imagine the accents. Haha, let me know what y'all think. X - CEWatkins

Chapter One

Looking up at the rundown building, Grace sighed. This was what her life was now. When everything had gone down, she'd wanted nothing more than to run home to her parents, with her tail between her legs, but that just wasn't an option any longer. Her parents were long gone and the only family Grace Harrison had left were her five year old twins, Jack and Alice. There was no warmth of a mother's embrace to hold her and tell her that she'd made the right decision to leave. There was no father's stern voice vowing to hunt down the man who had hurt his little girl. However, she vowed to be strong for her two children.

It had been hard to uproot them from their comfortable lives in Thomasville and make the move to Boston, but it was safer for them now, and Grace didn't need to worry about them waking to find their father standing over their mother's lifeless body or worse. She shuddered to think what would have happened if they had stayed in that place any longer. Waiting until the cab came to a stop, Grace opened the door and stepped into the dirty street. She could see Jack turned up his nose at the filthy area as he followed her out, only Alice – her sweet little Alice – had a smile on her face as she joined her mother and brother and stared up at the building.
"Oh Jack!" She exclaimed. "Think of all the adventures we could have here! It's so precious!" Fighting a smile at her young daughter's dramatic enthusiasm, Grace paid the cab driver and took the two suitcases from him.
"Looks like somewhere a hobo would live." Jack replied, his eyes falling on his mother coldly. Grace shivered, when he gave her that look, it was his father staring right back at her. Jack had fought her tooth and nail the whole way to their new home, all 1,240 miles of the journey. He didn't see why he had to leave the comfortable, spoon fed life he was accustomed to. She'd heard Alice scolding her older twin when she had thought Grace was asleep. It worried her how aware of the situation her two children were. Of course she'd had to tell them as much of the truth as she could once they were on the road, how else could she have told them that they had to pretend that that life had never happened. They were the Harrisons now. The Butlers were in the past. For the most part, the children had agreed.

Letting the children run ahead into the building, Gracie followed them not too far behind with what little things they had left. As they stepped towards the elevator, Grace saw two men walking into it.
"Oh! Hold the elevator!" She called, hurrying her steps. "Jack, Alice, in you go." The twins were closer than she was, and fear clouded her mind as she hurried to step into the elevator when they did. She didn't know these men from Adam, what if they closed the door while her children were inside and—Taking a deep breath, Grace stepped into the elevator and gave a weak smile to the man who was holding down the button. "Thanks." She said a little out of breath. She needed to calm down. No one was going to hurt them here. It was a sketchy neighbourhood, but the realtor had been adamant that it was a good one. She'd kept going on and on about the MacManus Brothers like they were the neighbourhood heroes. Grace didn't have time for heroes any more. She was pulled from her thoughts by her son's voice.
"Whoa! Cool tattoos mister." Her head snapped around quickly to see Jack gazing at the man who had held the elevator for them. She contemplated reaching out and pulling him away, but that wouldn't have been polite. 'They're just tattoos, Grace.' She scolded herself. 'He's not selling drugs.'
"Thanks, lad." The man grinned, his voice a thick Irish brogue, crouching down so her son could get a better look at the celtic cross tattooed across the man's forearm. "Don' think yer ma likes it very much." The man's eyes were twinkling as he looked up at Grace and winked, causing her to blush and avert her eyes. She'd been caught.
"Mom doesn't like lots of things anymore." Jack told the stranger, and Grace just wanted to fade into the peeling wallpaper of the elevator. "She used to be really fun." The other man, the lighter haired of the two, barked out a laugh and crouched down as well.
"Why's tha' then?" He asked, his voice also thick with an Irish accent. The realtor had said that the neighbourhood was predominantly Irish, but she hadn't really paid any mind to her.
"Dunno." Jack said with a shrug, giving his mother another cold stare that made her flinch, just as the elevator stopped.
"Hey now, boyo." The first man warned as he got back up and the five of them made their way out into the hall, but he kept his voice light.
"That's yer mam yer talkin' 'bout. Ain't no way ta show 'er respect, now is it." Jack looked ashamed and muttered sorry. Alice beamed at the darker haired man.
"You're nice, mister." She said, reaching over to pat his tattered forearm. "Thanks for sticking up for my momma." She fluttered her pretty little eyelashes and Grace couldn't help but laugh.
"'M sure me brudder would do it again ta hear yer ma laugh like that again." The lighter haired man grinned, nudging the darker haired man and holding his hand out to Alice. "'M Connor MacManus, ma'am, 'n this here is me little brudder," The darker haired man muttered about not being his little brother, but the lighter haired man continued as if he'd never heard it. "Murphy. We's twins. What's yer name?"
"We're twins too!" Alice replied, excitedly before returning to her mature southern lady act. "It's a pleasure to meet you Misters Murphy, My name is Alice Elizabeth Butl—" Jack's eyes widened and he hit his sister's arm causing her eyes to water in shock.
"Idiot. What did mom say about our last names?! I'm Jack Harrison and this is Alice Harrison." He said roughly and he went to hit her again. Before Grace could reach out and stop him, the darker haired—Murphy – reached out and stopped him, crouching once more.
"Ya got a temper there, boyo." He grinned, but his tone was serious. "If ya ever wanna rough someone 'round, me 'n Con live down the hall. Ya come see us, don' take it out on yer sister alright." Noticing Grace's pale face, Conner patted his brother on the shoulder who immediately dropped the boy's wrist and patted Alice on the head.
"There, there, lass. Ya got a mean shock didn' ya. Ya got ta be brave fer ya mam, alrigh'?" Alice nodded and wiped her eyes. "Good girl."
"T-Thank you for holding the elevator," Grace said trying to round the twins towards their new apartment. "Have a lovely day." She couldn't believe Jack had laid his hands on his sister. This new anger issue of his was going to be a problem.

Hurrying over to their front door, Grace placed their suitcases on the ground and unlocked the door. Jack barged through and made his way into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, while Alice clung to Grace's jeans, still sniffling. Grace glanced towards the two brothers, who were still watching the little family, and gave them both a weak smile and a nod before she ushered Alice inside and shut the door with a sigh.
"Come here, sweetheart. He didn't mean it." She said, crouching down and gathering her daughter up into her arms. "He's just upset about the move." Jack must have heard her through the door because he yelled back.
"I meant every word! I hate you and I hate her and I hate this new house! It's all stupid, just like you!" This was going to be a big problem.