Story: Boondock Saints III: Et Filii
Rating: Well, I'll put T until someone bitches it should be M.(:
Writer of the FF: CosmeticDoll
Copyrights: Well, I don't own Boondock Saints. Sadly.
Summary: Romeo was set to be transported to a different prison, on his way it crashed and Rome is said to have died instantly. The Saints are assigned a therapist to deal with the pain of their loss. Only, she's not quite a therapist. And Romeo's not quite dead.
Notes: This is an informative chapter to get everything explained much like the last chapter. I do hope you're enjoying this though, everyone. Thanks for clickin' and reading. On with the show!...
Connor watched Dahlia, he wasn't sure exactly what he felt at this point. The boy wiggled from his ma and headed straight for Connor and Murphy, abruptly stopping just before them and staring in awe. He looked back at Dahlia and she nodded to him. His face brightened even more and he turned back to them and smiled at the twins. "I knew you'd come!" he shouted, embracing Connor tightly, it reminded him of Dahlia's hold on him when Hawk had taken her and Delilah away. Instinct told him to pick up the small child, but he wasn't sure. Connor looked at Dahlia and she glared at him, but he could see she was trying to keep from smiling. He took this as an 'okay' to pick up the boy.
The boy giggled, a wide smile spread from ear to ear as Connor hugged the child.
"Sabin," Connor heard Hawk say plainly, the boy turned his face from Connor's chest and toward his grandfather. "ye know who this man is, aye?" Sabin nodded as his arms remained tightly wrapped around Connor's neck.
"Uncle Murph and da!" he replied happily, looking between Murphy, Connor and Hawk. Hawk nodded and took another puff of his cigar.
"Will ye all quit yer smokin' around Sabin?" Dahlia growled to her father. Hawk stood up and walked around to the back of the house with the cigar dangling from his mouth. "Thank you." she called back to her father then glaring at Rome and Smecker who both then followed Hawk to the back. Murphy and Connor both knew what the other was thinking and it all boiled down to a screaming What the fuck is going on?
Delilah bounced out of the house with a smile beaming from her face and a dog following her. The dog looked like Lassie only with dark splotches of gray against the dogs light auburn back and face. Delilah's goal was to hug the boys, but the moment she saw them she couldn't help herself. With a sprint that would have put Justin Gatlin to shame, she charged at Murphy and they fell backwards onto the curb. "Murphy! Connor! Ye scabs, we've missed ye so much!" she planted kiss after kiss on Murphy's cheeks and had Sabin not been latched onto Connor, he'd also be on the curb being smothered to pieces by the woman.
"Who ye callin' 'scabs', scab?" Delilah pulled back, insulted- though it wasn't faked well enough for Murphy to believe he'd offended her.
"I know I'm gorgeous. Yer other half agrees. And if'e don't, then e've got ourselves screwed." there was only one thing that really annoyed the twins about Delilah, it was her speaking. She knew almost every language known to man, but she only knew some of each and every language. She didn't fully know any one language except maybe Irish Gaelic, which was also doubtful since she and Dahlia had left Ireland at the age of ten to go to boarding school in another country that didn't speak Gaelic.
"Scrubber!" Murphy insulted, and she pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Beurré!" she shouted, he knew well what she said, it was French. Crazed girl just called him a drunk.
"'ey!" he pouted, still pinned on the curb in front of Duke's house. "Is Duke home?" Murphy burst suddenly and much to the displeasure of Delilah when he noticed the yard.
"Non. He workin' 'onight and all ta'morrow." she explained in jumbled English as she released the twin from her clutches.
"Where's me good lad workin' now an' days anyway?" Murphy stood up with Delilah's assistance and she snickered, he didn't get how it was so funny of a question.
"Hoag." was all the girl managed to say before doubling over in laughter. She and Dahlia had changed a lot since they'd last seen the girls. Dahlia now had layered hair that barely grazed her shoulders, it wasn't curly like the boys were use to. The hue of her hair told the boys it was still untouched by dye. Delilah had curly dyed blond hair that shone brightly against the rays of the sun.
"Well, feck goin' to say hello then." he grumbled to himself, Connor had caught the last bit of the conversation and was looking between Murphy and Dahlia with a stern gaze.
"Sabin, it's time for ye to take Guppy on a walk, aye? Don't forget your coat." Dahlia hinted, the boy nodded, releasing Connor's neck and sliding down with his da's help. Sabin still held on as he walked off, expecting Connor to come with him to walk Guppy.
"Da and ma have a lot to talk 'bout, we can hang out later, how does 'at sound?" Connor had knelt down to Sabin's level and the boy slowly accepted the offer and called 'Guppy' loudly, the Collie rushed to the boys side and nuzzled him before they marched inside the house to get her leash and his coat, splashing the mud beneath his feet as he ignored the stone path and trudged through the muck. "What the fuck is goin' on, Dahlia?" he asked the moment Sabin was out of ear-shot.
"The fuck is goin' on ye ask, no thanks for getting yer lame arse out o' Hoag or anything. Not a damn call in almost ten years an' I have to drop all me life to get yer scuttered arse an' Murph's from the shades. If ye were goin' to sap and scatter from somethin', why of all things was it when I was up 'a duff with ye kid, ey?" she was much closer to him then he remembered her being a moment ago, her finger pointed in his face and a scowl pressed against her face. Unlike Delilah and Murphy, she was genuinely upset at the twin.
Connor was attempting to keep calm about it, but he wasn't doing that swell of a job he noticed as he replied to her anger, "Like I knew, ye Mary Banger!"
"Look who's talkin', ye midden melter!" Murphy and Delilah both had their mouth hanging open, both knew better than to try and come between the two, but the fact they were even fighting was beyond understanding to the two.
"Ye never told me shite!" his hands were thrown up in the air as he replied to her.
"Didn't have much a chance, ye were gone the next feckin' day!" Dahlia growled, "We'll do this later." she finished before Connor had a chance to growl anything back at her.
"What's wrong with 'ight now?" he asked, looking over her. They gray in her eyes were stone, they were trained onto Connor and she grudgingly replied after a long pause.
"I said so." Delilah and Murphy both couldn't help but laugh the moment she finished. Typical Dahlia to use something so generic as 'I said so' to quell an argument between Connor and herself. They never fought in public. She walked to Murphy, kissed him on the cheek and stalked off toward the back of the house where her da, Smecker, and Romeo were smoking.
Sabin peeked out from the car port and looked at them curiously, Guppy watching them with her master. "Want me to tag along?" Connor asked Sabin, he and Guppy ran from the car port and into Connor.
"Yeah!" he squealed happily, Guppy had her leash clutched in her muzzle loosely.
It wasn't until late that night at around midnight that she finally spoke to anyone again. "A'ight, Murph, you get Duke's room tonight, he won't be 'ome to use it. Eunice and Smecker are still stayin' at the hotel, aye?" Eunice confirmed and she continued, "Romeo has the guest room. Connor, ye get the dog's house outside, and Guppy, ye get the bed with me- or the couch, Sabin's room, yer pick lass." she kissed the Collies nose and Guppy wagged her tail violently.
Connor knew she wasn't going to have him sleep outside, he'd just be stuck on either the floor or couch. Sabin stumbled in, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking at Connor, he smiled, laughed loudly and then ran flat-footed toward the den with echoing 'thump, thump, tump'. Connor smiled at his son and turned his attention back to the few others in the house that all gathered around in the den. Delilah and Murphy were strung out on the off-white couch against the wall, Murphy's arm thrown across the back and Delilah spread out with her legs kicked up on Murphy's lap, both took up the large couch by themselves.
Romeo was sitting in the handcrafted chair by the fireplace with his sunglasses still on, Connor silently wondered if Rome was even aware they were still on. Guppy was under the coffee table, looking up at them all from beneath with pitiful eyes. There was one love seat that matched the couch in fabric opposite the couch that formed a comforting barrier around the coffee table. Hawk sat in the love seat, taking delicate sips from his mug of black coffee. Dahlia was on the arm rest next to her father.
Smecker had already left hours ago, Eunice was the only agent there now. She was leaning against the frame that drew an invisible line between the dining room and the den area, coffee in hand. "Mmm." she hummed as she finished off her coffee. "Well, I'll be seein' you all later." she informed and with a wave of her hand she had turned, walking toward the kitchen where she placed her coffee cup in the sink and exit through the door that led to the car port. There was a main entry, Connor was standing right by it... He didn't really understand why they never used the main entry door but used the door to the car port instead, it didn't need questioning he supposed.
"Bye." they had all called as they heard her close the door and Hawk stood up, he did the same as Eunice with his mug but he returned to them all.
"I must say goodnight, girls," he kissed both Delilah and Dahlia before nodding to the boys, "be good!" he yelled to them as he slammed the car port door closed.
Guppy was still under the table, and Connor was still leaned against the wall the couch was against, the door untouched beside him.
"Well then, Rome is going to catch up his Z's." he walked passed the couch, Connor, and continued on his way to the main hall where he hung a right and everyone heard him let out a joyful 'ahh' as he hit the bed. Connor figured he'd be out in five minutes.
"So, how did you get us out?" Murphy asked, Dahlia gave him a look that read to Connor and his twin as 'are you dumb?'
"You were there. I walked in, shot the guy, uncuffed ye both and we walked out." she rolled her eyes, she knew what Murphy meant, but it was just how those two were and had been since they were young. If you were not perfectly clear then you'd best be prepared to be made fun of.
"Dahlia." Connor said, barely above a whisper. He was also curious and wasn't in the mood for listening to those two play their never-ending game.
She glared at him coldly for a moment and then smiled at Murphy, "Well, as Delilah pointed out. Hoag is where Duke works. He is in charge of the patrols and daily duties." she looked at the twins to see if she needed to go any further, by the way they just nodded wordlessly she took this as means to continue. "No guards were in the path we were. With Smecker's help, it was quite easy. After the patrol schedule is opened and closed it is deleted. Duke was working the system while the guard and I headed for you two. After all the schedules had been opened to one that showed that there should have been guards patrolling the area we were exiting. Duke will now just have to show them the master schedule and he's clear."
"Why'd ye shoot the guard?" Connor asked, he'd moved to the chair Romeo had been seated in and was leaned toward the couch and love seat.
"He wasn't a good man." Delilah grumbled, the twins expected more but they didn't push it. She personally knew he wasn't and that's all they needed to know.
Taking his turn, Murphy piped in a quick question that was also tearing Connor apart on the insides, "How'd ye two get involved?"
"Smecker." they both said in unison.
"Who was the guard that told ye which way?" Connor asked during his turn just as they heard the car port door being flung open.
"Duke!" the girls shouted as he stumbled into the house. Connor and Murphy looked over him and then looked at each other. He looks like shit. "The fuck happened to ye?" Dahlia asked, he laughed at his sisters, kissing the top of their heads gently.
"Riot in the mess hall." he turned his attention to the twins and smiled, blood dripping slowly from the side of his face. "People are either really pissed, or jumping fer joy ye two are gone. Came for a change an' to clean up." he headed for his room, taking the same hall as Romeo but he turned into the second, and final door on the right side. That is when it dawned on Connor; where did Sabin sleep? It was only a four bedroom when they were last there in 1999 after being shot by da and using the kitchen as a medical center. Dahlia began to walk out of the den and toward the living room where he'd watched Sabin run off to, curiosity killed Connor as he followed quickly.
Sprawled out on the floor with a blanket covering one leg, a pencil in his left hand and his face planted on the carpet, Connor had spotted Sabin quickly. Dahlia hadn't acknowledged Connor's presence, it was almost as if she was simply allowing it. Seeing Sabin and knowing that this boy passed out at 12:30 pm on the beige carpet just in front of him was his boy made something in Connor ache.
He'd missed not only the birth of his son, he'd missed all his birthday's to date. "Aw, my baby." Dahlia whispered, bending over and picking up their son with little struggle. "Here." she handed a tattered, leather-bound book to Connor. "He's been writing to ye' since e' was able to write 'is own name." Looking over the book more closely he could definitely see the aging it had been through and it was almost full as he flipped through the pages quickly. He had stopped at what Sabin was writing before he'd fallen asleep,
Dear da,
I really do look like you! My birthday wish came true I got to meet you!
There looked to be scribbling where he'd attempted to keep writing but couldn't because sleep commanded him.
"When is his birthday?" Connor asked, Dahlia looked at him as if he were as dumb as a stock of rocks.
"December 18th. Tomorrow."
Gatlin is the world's fastest man in the year 2007 (when the story takes place), so I hope that helps explain anything.
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