Fallen Angel
Chapter Four
By Mikomi Hatake
Chapter edit: January 1, 2007

The twins sat on their sofa in the living room, the television on as only background sound to their conversation. Cathy was asleep on Murphy's cot, her first day awake after the incident, as Connor now called it, had been very tiring for her.

Murphy laid his head on Connor's shoulder and sighed. "Can we keep 'er?"

"She is not a fuckin; dog, Murph." Connor replied as he looked down at his twin. "She will want to go home soon." Even though she had not mentioned leaving to the twins, Connor did not expect her to willing stay with them, after all, the were the 'Saints of South Boston.'

Murphy nodded and sighed again.

Connor knew how Murphy was feeling. After Rocco's death, and there Da returned home to Ireland the twins were hoping for another companion in their lives. But they were afraid to let another into their lives, in fear of loosing them like they did their Da and Rocco. Even though they did not know the girl all that well Connor and Murphy had really taken to her.

Connor had never seen Murphy worry about someone as much as he worried about Cathy. It was like an unspoken connection he had to the girl. Connor liked the girl too, because in a way she reminded him of Rocco.

"I want her to stay." Murphy pressed into his twins arm and closed his eyes.

Connor placed his arm around his brother. "I know. I do too.

She pushed her now clean blond hair out of her eyes and looked up at the sky at the stars, above the building tops, barley visible in the city night. Cathy sighed as she placed her forehead against the cool window and closed her eyes. 'I don't want to go back there. I don't want to face those memories again.' She knew that she would be unable to face that house again. "I can't go home."

Murphy stood silently in the old doorway watching Cathy as she placed her hand on the dirty window. She bowed her head and mumbled something that Murphy assumed was a prayer.

As Cathy finished her prayer she leaned forward and kissed her hand. "Rest in peace you bastard."

As Murphy leaned on the door frame the floor underneath him groaned. Cathy's head shot up and she turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt ye. I just needed to get something." He quickly grabbed the blankets off of Connor's cot and turned to leave.

"You're not staying in here?" She asked.

"Oh, no. Connor thought it would be best if ye slept alone, he figured ye would want some space."

"Oh. Well, thanks I guess." She sighed.

Murphy could hear the disappointment in her voice. A smile came to his face. "Ye can join me and Connor on the sofa if ye wish." Cathy nodded and grabbed her pillow.

Connor had already pulled the sofa into a bed by the time that Murphy had returned with the blanket and the blond girl. Murphy tossed the cover on the sofa bed and motioned for Cathy to climb on. "Make yer self at home."

Cathy clambered onto the sofa, and took the middle as her spot. Connor chose the space to the left of her, leaving his twin with the right side.

Murphy sat on the edge of the pull-out bed and removed his shoes. He flung them across the room one at a time, and they both landed by the door with a 'thunk.'

"Oi. Ye want to be a bit more fuckin' careful next time, ye might actually fuckin' wake someone up." Connor reached across Cathy, in attempt to smack his twin upside the head.

Murphy grabbed his brothers hand as it neared his head, and he pulled it towards him, pulling Connor down hard across Cathy.

She groaned as Connor's weight was brought down upon her. "Get off of me you oaf."

A sly smile came to Connor's face. "Hey Murph."

"What Connor?" He laughed. He knew exactly what poor Cathy had in store for her.

"Do you think our new friend here is ticklish?' He sat up and straddled Cathy's waist. He lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "The safe word is magnolia." Cathy looked at him questioningly, but before she knew what was happening, Connor had his fingers at the hem of her shirt, and they were working their way under her shirt.