Fallen Angel
"So go ahead. Fall down. The world looks different from the ground."
Author Notes: Nope, I can't think of anything to say…I finally found the time to get this typed up. There shouldn't be too much left of this story. Thank goodness.
The sound of laughter could be heard from down the hall as Connor walked into the kitchen. The giggles got louder until the sound was right outside the door. There was some fumbling, paper bags falling, some cursing, followed by more laughter. Connor grabbed his coffee and sat down at the small table.
The door was pushed open, and Murphy came staggering into the small room, his arms full of bags. Cathy was right behind his twin. Connor snickered as the woman placed her single bag on the table.
"He wouldn't let me carry a damn thing."
"Ye got to carry the fuckin' eggs." Murphy mumbled from behind the pile of groceries he was holding.
"Only because you dropped them, twice."
"Well I didn't break any."
"Because I caught them."
Connor just sat there and watched as his twin and his friend argued like an old married couple. He snickered as he imagined an older Murphy sitting in a rocking chair bickering with an equally old Cathy.
"What the fuck is so funny?" The dark haired twin asked.
"Ye."
The trio sat around the table with empty plates and full stomachs. They were currently discussing the move to Chicago that was soon to happen. Murphy had informed Cathy of their decision to place a hiatus on the Saints and make the move to a new city.
"Ye are welcome to come with us, if ye want." Murphy smiles as he reached for his beer.
"I don't think I could do that. You have already done so much for me." Cathy shifted nervously in her chair. She wanted nothing more than to follow her heart and move with the twins to Chicago, but she feared that she would merely be a nuisance to them.
Connor watched as his brother lost his smile. "We don't mind if ye come with us."
Cathy looked up hesitantly. "Are you sure?"
Murphy flashed his twin a huge smile. "Yeah, 'course we are."
"Alright then."