A:N: Thanks to everyone: wolfchick11, Threnody Shepherd, IrishSaints, smite the mighty, Jade Opal, icydragon and I Fancy Hugh Dancy for their wonderful reviews. New poll is open!
Threnody Shepherd - yes
smite the mighty – thanks for the complement. I know Russians are like that. I work with several and they are blunt! Oh my god it is so scary how blunt they are.
Chapter Nine
Hangovers and Talks
We drank until about three or four. Maybe five, I wasn't really sure. Clocks all look the same when you've had about twelve beers and several shots of something. It was when Doc kicked us out when we realized that we needed to get home. Luckily I wasn't as hammered as Murphy and Conner were.
I shoved them into the elevator and pushed their floor. I took the stairs. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. I made it up as the guys stumbled out of the elevator. Conner tripped over to me with a dopey grin. I helped him stand up.
"I think," He began laughing hardily. "I'm a lit..little drunk."
"No shit?" Murph questioned.
I shook my head. "If I run into any Russians I'm going to fucking kill you two."
"No Russians." Da began stepping down the hallway to give me a hand. "Just Irishmen. How much did they have?"
I handed Conner off to him while I grabbed Murphy. "I lost count."
"Oh dear." He began dragging Conner back to the apartment. He grabbed his son by the face to find he had passed out. "Must of wanted to forget the goin's on of today."
We walked back inside the apartment. We took them back to the bed room. Da simply dumped Conner on the bed. He didn't even wake up. I pushed Murphy onto the bed with a slight shove. God he was heavy when he was halfway towards sleepy-town. When I shoved him he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me back on top of him. I chuckled shaking my head at him.
"Why do-don't you stay?" He questioned me, his speech slurred the smell of alcohol was rank on his breath.
"How about I stay when you can remember asking me too?" I asked him with a smirk. I looked over at Da who stood in the doorway. He looked so sternly at me. A look that I only thought that my father could do. I turned back to Murphy. "Get some rest fuck-face."
" 'Fuck-face'?" He grumbled stretching hi arms out over his head. "I go from comfy to 'fuck-face'?"
I shrugged rolling off him. "What can I say? I changed opinions quickly."
I walked out of the room. Da followed me his eyes were so serious. I knew he was going to talk to me as he had with Murphy earlier in the day. I moved to sit on the couch. I wasn't really in mood for a discussion about anything with Da. Especially about Murphy and me. I did care for him very much and Conner as well.
Murphy was different from Conner though. Murphy was aggressive than Conner. Able to notice things a little better than him. Like three girls that were hitting on Conner half the night and he was paying more attention to Murphy and me. I was positive that Conner hadn't noticed. I was also positive that Conner would never of kissed me in such a manner that Murphy had. Then again I doubt he would of ever kissed me.
Da sat in the chair across from the couch where I lay down now. He stared at me. Like he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out what.
"What's wrong Da?" I questioned with a sigh. "The hit go bad or something?"
He stared at me. "Everything went fine. I just have some questions for you."
I began to count off things on my fingers. "I'm not Catholic, I'm not a sparrow, I do care, I don't know why I just do, I've almost died several times before this so I really don't care, and the chances of you getting rid of me is fucking slim." I looked back over at him; he was just staring at me, perplexed because of what I said so I figured I'd add in some more to be a smart ass. "And I'm not a virgin but the chances the twins are is quite unlikely too."
He stared at me then smiled. He chuckled. "My, my, aren't we blunt?"
"Rather be blunt than being quiet and festering for days on end." I grumbled at him sitting up. "I'm sorry if you feel like I shouldn't be here. "
He continued to stare at me. Why he seemed so surprised by what I said I didn't know or really give a damn. "How close?"
I looked over to him while I began to lie down again. "What?"
"You said you've almost died several times." He paused for a moment while I recalled what I said. "How?"
I shut my eyes tightly. I knew there was no way out of this one. If I didn't say anything I ran the risk of not being able to come back. I let out a heavy sigh. "I was four when I came down with pneumonia. I was in the hospital for a month." I rolled up my pant leg to reveal a terrible seven and a half inch bite mark on my calf. The scar was awful. Jagged and rough. "I was swimming in Florida when my family a on vacation, a bull shark came up took a damn bite out of me."
"He took a chunk out of you." He told me leaning up so he could feel the bite.
"Almost had the whole fucking calf." I told him rolling my pant leg down. "At I fifteen I was gang raped." Shutting my eyes, I shook my head. "They beat me practically to death..that's why I started packing. I never went any where without a knife and when I was old enough a gun." I raised my bangs to reveal another scar on my forehead that I had kept hidden. "Motocross accident. I was taking a jump and the damn bike came out from underneath me. I landed on my head and the helmet caved in to my skull and I ended up in a coma for a month."
He simply stared at me. "You're a walking accident."
I shrugged it off letting my bangs fall back over my forehead. "My family's just unlucky. Even my brothers have a hellish life if they just say all the accidents that have happened to them."
"Even these incidents don't prepare for the possibility of death."
"Death is as uncertain as life." I told him with a growl.
"True." He replied softly leaning forward again. "It is not that you don't fear death, it's that you cloud judgment."
I stared at him. "What?"
"You cloud Murphy's judgment." He told me softly worried about them hearing. Why? They were fucking passed out. "He's worried about you when he's on a hit now."
Dear god. He was asking me to fucking leave! After I told him I wouldn't!
I sat up and glared at him. "I'm not going anywhere." I hissed at him. "In case you missed that the first time I said it. I care for your boys and for some strange reason you, you fuckin' bastard."
He smiled at me. "Get some sleep."
I shook my head standing up and heading out the door. "I'm too fuckin' grouchy."
I walked out into the street. My head still spinning but I didn't really care. I remember walking around, a bridge and that's pretty much it. Several people had approached me asking if I was all right. I think that I was a going down towards my apartment. Actually I was almost there.
I walked up to my apartment. It was covered in Crime Scene tape. I ignored it, walking through it and into the room. I sat on my turned over couch and sighed softly. I smirked to myself looking around. This place was totally and utterly trashed.
"Jesus Christ.." I murmured to myself. I shook my head but I stopped when a gun clicked to my head.
A:N: Yeah I'm mean. Thanks again to wolfchick11, Threnody Shepherd, IrishSaints, smite the mighty, Jade Opal, icydragon and I Fancy Hugh Dancy for their wonderful reviews.
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