Author's Note: I'm baaaaaack... feels like I disappeared again. I think part of me is kinda like "NO! Don't end!" so maybe I'm avoiding...? Oh well... here's a chapter. It's another filler-y, kinda fluffy one, but the next gets back to the serious (and maybe even sad...) parts, so let's enjoy happiness while we can, yes? Anywho, thank you to all that take the time to read/review/fave/alert and also to those that take the time to recommend this story (and it's parent) to others! I appreciate it so, so much! And special thanks (and hugs... and kisses... and chocolate... and love!) to... Valerie E Mackin, AislingIsobel, Panicking at a Disco, SilverMoonlit, forgiveyou, "Anonnie", BlueMoonSaint, "Lucy", coffee-ink-fire, "Alessandra"... you all make this such an adventure and more fun and rewarding then I ever thought possible.

Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/All Saints Day/Connor/Murphy or any other character that appears in the film. That belongs to Troy Duffy who I am so jealous of his brilliance. You may recognize different pieces of this story from the second movie, but I did try to put my own little twist on it if you will. Any song titles or lyrics do not belong to me. Ashes & Wine is A Fine Frenzy. Heaven (Little by Little) is Theory of a Deadman. Also, this little work is unbeta'd. All mistakes belong to good ol' me.

Chapter 21 (Heaven):

"There's a little piece of heaven, right here where you are... the fact that you keep trying, it's what sets you apart... help me find the reason and I'll help you find a way..."

"Tamorro'..."

I bit my lower lip, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You found him?" I asked quietly, looking up at Connor from under my lashes.

"Aye," he replied with a nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "Bloo' go' us th' infermation. We wi' be meetin' u' wi' 'er en th' mornin' aft' we ge' th' 'eavy artillery."

I took a deep breath and let it out, puffing out my cheeks, my hands digging into the comforter. "So... I guess this is it... after tomorrow..." I trailed off, not wanting to put what I was thinking into words, not sure what exactly I was trying to say.

Connor nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Aye." He sat on the bed beside me, pressing his lips to my temple before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked softly.

He glanced down at me. "I tol' ye I don' wan' ta tell ye too much. Ba' 'nough wha' Da tol' ye."

I shook my head. "I mean after it's all over."

"Oh... I wi' come ba' an' we will decide wha' ta do nex'. Bu' I promise ye... 'm comin' ba' an' et will all be ov'."

I let out a deep breath and nodded slowly, laying my head on his shoulder. "So what are you doing today?" I asked, my fingers plucking at a thread on his jeans.

"'m spendin' th' day wi' me girlfrien'," he replied, kissing the top of my head.

"Oh...?" I looked up, resting my chin on his shoulder. "You should get going then, you don't want to keep her waiting."

He smirked. "Ye tink yer cute, don' ye?"

"No, but you do," I replied, a slow smile spreading over my face.

He gave me a wink and kissed me softly, his hand moving to cup my cheek. He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. "Wha' do ye wan' ta do taday? We ca' do an'ting ye wan'."

I bit my lower lip in contemplation. Slowly a smile spread over my face. "I know…"

Connor raised an eyebrow. "No' sure I like th' soun' o' dat…"

"Ye 'ave go' ta be kiddin' me."

I grinned at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "C'mon, it will be fun."

He shook his head and gave me a look of amusement. "Why woul' ye wan' ta come ba' ta dis shi' 'ole?"

I pulled him into the building and walked backwards to the freight elevator, holding both of his hands in mine. "We made some pretty good memories in this 'shi' 'ole'," I retorted, mocking his brogue playfully.

His eyes sparkled with mirth and his mouth curled into a smirk. "Aye, I wi' gi' ye dat." He let his gaze travel the length of my body and bit his lower lip. "Some ver' goo'… migh' I say dirty memories, lass."

I pressed my back against the wall of the elevator as Connor pulled the door shut, my stomach dropping as we slowly began the ascent to the 5th floor. He quickly moved across the elevator and pressed himself into me, his lips moving against my neck, his tongue flicking over my pulse point. "'ow's yer should'?" he murmured, moving his mouth to my ear.

"Maybe a little physical therapy is in order," I replied.

I could feel more than hear the low groan deep in his throat as his hands traveled down my body before moving to hitch my leg over his hip. He moved his hands under my shirt, resting on my ribcage, his hands hot against my skin.

"I think we've been here before," I murmured, snaking a finger through his beltloop and pulling him closer, grazing my teeth over his ear.

"Aye," he replied, his breath hot on my collarbone as he closed his mouth over the skin.

The elevator came to a sudden stop and Connor stumbled a bit at the unexpected halt, taking me with him.

"Oof!" he grunted as he fell back, my body on top of him.

"If you wanted me on the floor, you only had to ask," I teased, straddling his waist.

He pushed up on his elbows and smirked at me. "We stayin' en th' lif' o' ye 'ave someting else en min'?"

I pulled myself to my feet and held out my hand for Connor to take. "C'mon, I wanna see the apartment."

He rolled his eyes and let me help him to his feet. He smirked down at me for a second and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Yes?" I asked.

Suddenly, he bent down to throw me over his shoulder, his arm around my legs, my head at his back. "Connor!" I squealed with a giggle. "Put me down!"

"No ca' do, girl," he replied and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Though' I migh' gi' ye a lif' meself." He started walking and let out a yelp when I pinched his rear. "Wha' wa' dat fer?" he asked, laying a smack on my own backside.

"I'm not luggage, Conn," I griped, but couldn't help but grin.

He scoffed and stopped. "Wonder ef an'one's livin' 'ere?"

"Connor, I can't see!"

He ignored me and took a deep breath before kicking the door open.

"JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!" he bellowed, his free hand flying to his eyes.

"LORD'S NAME! TH' FUCK DO YE TINK YER DOIN'?" a familiar voice bellowed and another let out a shriek.

"Murphy?" I asked, squirming to see what was going on. "Why is Murphy here? Was that Ava?"

"Me eyes," Connor moaned. "'m blinded."

"Shut up Connor and get out!" Ava hissed.

"Connor, put me down!" I cried, trying to squirm out of his grip.

"No, lass, ye don' nee' ta see dis," he replied.

I punched him in the back. "Put me down, the blood's rushing to my head."

With a sigh and his hand still over his eyes, he squatted to put me down. I turned and let out a yelp. Murphy sat on the floor in front of Ava, both obviously naked and based on the flushed tones of their skin, we had interrupted them in the throes. Murphy managed to cover Ava by sitting in front of her, but apparently the only thing he had managed to grab to cover himself was her hot pink bra.

I slapped a hand over my own eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Probably the same thing you two were about to, based on that fresh hickey you're sporting," Ava snapped.

I moved my other hand to cover my neck.

"I guess we're jus' goin' ta go den," Connor muttered. We glanced at each other before turning to walk out the door.

"Oh, and Murph?" I called over my shoulder, not turning around.

"Wha's dat?" he asked, a note of irritation in his voice.

"Pink is so your color," I replied before Connor and I ran out, slamming the heavy door behind us.

"Aft' dat, I nee' a drin'," Connor told me as we stepped back in the elevator and he pulled it shut.

I rolled my eyes. "You always need a drink. Irish stereotype you are."

He scowled. "Go' ta ge' dat image ou' o' me 'ead."

"Well…" I contemplated for a moment. "I think I have some beer at the apartment… unless you wanna go to McGinty's."

"Ye 'ave an' whiskey, lass?" he asked.

I shrugged. "We can get some."

"You know what we never finished?" I asked, grabbing my bottle of beer off the table, my feet in Connor's lap.

He took a healthy drink of whiskey, his hand gently rubbing my calf. "Wha's dat lass?"

"Twenty questions," I replied, taking a drink, my eyes on him.

He furrowed his brow, his finger gently rubbing the neck of the bottle in his hand. "Wha' are ye goin' o' 'bout?"

I rolled my eyes and sat up, folding my legs under me. "You remember when we first met right?"

He nodded, reaching his hand out and pulling me to straddle his lap. "Aye, don' tink I ca' ferge' dat."

I smiled and drained my beer before setting it on the table and bringing my focus back to him. "Well, we played 20 questions and we only did like 5."

"Ye sayin' ye wan' ta play dat game o' yers no'?"

I shrugged, taking the whiskey from his hand and sipping it, grimacing as it burned my throat. "Blech. Yes, I want to play."

Connor smirked. "Why do ye drink th' Bush ef ye don' like et an' ye ten' ta ge' sick? Reckon et's no' a goo' 'dea."

I rolled my eyes. "That's a question."

Connor groaned. "No' I tink I 'member why we ne'er played."

I grinned. "Shut up, you love me."

He sighed and took the whiskey back. "Aye, I do a bi'." He took another swig. "Ye wan' ta go firs'?"

"I can," I replied. I contemplated for a moment. "Do you miss Ireland?" I asked, taking another drink and swishing it in my mouth before wrinkling my nose and swallowing.

Connor looked thoughtful. "Aye, sometimes. Et's 'ome. Et's familiar. Sometimes I wond' wha' me li' wou' be li' ef Murph an' I 'ad stayed dere." He took a drink of the whiskey before pressing it back into my hand. "One ting ye wan' ta do en yer li'."

I bit my lower lip, tapping my fingers against the bottle. "Good question... shoot a gun."

He raised an eyebrow. "Dat's et? Ye shoul' 'ave tol' me dat befer no'. Woul' 'ave bee' done."

I rolled my eyes. "Ah, yes, my boyfriend the gunman." I brought my hand to my mouth, tapping my index finger against my lips. "Hmmm... craziest place you've had sex."

His cheeks flushed and he took a swig of whiskey. "Ye can' ge' ma' a' me," he warned.

I snorted. "Connor, you're 35 and you weren't a virgin when we got together. I think my fragile heart can take it."

"'ad sex en a graveyar' once. Won' do dat 'gain."

I wrinkled my nose. "Ew, that's so creepy."

He nodded in agreement. "Aye. An' she wa' lou' as well."

I giggled. "Woke the dead?"

He grinned. "Almos', I reckon."

"Okay, go."

"No' I go' ta know yers," he replied, swishing the whiskey bottle and grunting as I adjusted my position on his lap to get more comfortable.

"I'm not very adventurous, Conn," I replied.

He raised an eyebrow. "Yer 'voidin' th' question, lass."

I sighed and picked at a thread on his sweater. "Give me a second... and the whiskey."

Connor scoffed, pressing the bottle into my head. "Too man' options, girl?"

I rolled my eyes and took a drink, my brain starting to feel a bit fuzzy. "Shut up. Craziest place..." I bit my lower lip. "Probably the bed of my high school boyfriend's pickup."

His eyebrows rose a little higher. "Doesn' soun' dat crazy ta me."

"Well, what if it was in his parents driveway in the middle of December during a snowstorm? Does that make it crazier?"

He threw back his head with a laugh. "Dat makes et an e'en bett' story."

"Alright, I lied, it was just flurries. But I still had a cold for a month." I shook my head. "Fuckin' stupid." I gave him back the whiskey. "I'm done with the Bush. You want a beer?" I asked, standing up.

He looked at the bottle and shook his head. "'m goo' wi' dis. An' yer tur'."

I sighed and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and opening it before moving back to the living room, straddling his lap again. "Did you really want to ask me to marry you? Before you went back to Ireland before..."

Connor froze mid-sip before slowly lowering the bottle, his eyes on me. "Yer gettin' serious wi' yer questions now."

"Not really... I'm honestly curious." I took a sip of my beer before wrapping my hands around the bottle and holding it my chest. "Not like there's a wrong answer."

He slowly nodded. "Aye... if tings 'ad bee' diff'ren', I woul' 'ave ma' a' hones' lass ou' a ye. Ef ye woul' 'ave accepted, o' course." He met my gaze and swallowed. "Woul' ye 'ave sai' yes?" he asked quietly, his eyes moving to look at the ring on my left hand.

I pressed my lips to his forehead. "There's no way I could have said no. Just might have wanted a long engagement, that's all." I sighed. "You're it for me, Conn. No pressure or anything, but I can't do better than you. And if I can, I really don't want to know."

He gave me a smirk. "Tol' ye befer dat 'm a catch, didn' I?"

I chuckled. "And modest too."

"Aye," he said softly before taking the beer from my hands and setting both bottles on the table.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" I asked quietly as I felt his hand move under my hair on the back of my neck.

"Tink we shoul' take a brea' from our game fer a bi'," he replied, his other hand moving to the small of my back, pressing me closer.

"Oh?" I breathed. "And how will we pass the time?"

He smirked. "Mi' no' be a tru' er a graveyar', bu' dis couch ain' so ba'," he told me before pressing his mouth to mine.

I giggled against his lips, my hand fisting in his sweater as he moved onto his back, pulling me on top of him, our lips locked. His hand moved along my spine, his fingers slipping under the clasp of my bra, gently digging into the skin.

"Connor, me boy, do ye tink- Oi!"

Connor and I pulled our mouths apart and looked up wide-eyed to see Noah standing outside my guest bedroom.

"Da, I didn' tink ye were 'ere," Connor muttered, his cheeks red as I slowly moved off of him.

"Hi, Noah," I muttered, the discomfort in the room at a high.

Noah chuckled. "Well, dis es a bi' awkwar', I reckon," he replied.

"Wha' do ye nee', Da?" Connor asked, his voice strained as he stood and shook his leg.

"Jus' 'ad a question fer ye," his father replied, waving him off. "No' importan'."

"I can just... go... away..." I muttered, still embarrassed at being caught.

Noah shook his head. "Nonsense, dis es yer 'ome." He turned to Connor. "Where's dat brudder o' yers?"

Connor snorted. "Wi' Ava."

Noah furrowed his brow. "Es Aiden wi' dem as well?"

Connor smirked. "Awe, Da do ye miss yer new frien'?"

Noah gave his son a stern look and I couldn't help but giggle. "We didn't see Aiden. Do you want me to call her?" I offered.

He gave me a smile. "Woul' ye dear? I tink et woul' be ni' ta 'ave a dinner tage'er."

I nodded and stood, walking to my bedroom to grab my phone.

"Can I have some more stew?" Aiden asked, holding his bowl up to his grandfather at the stove.

Hours later, we sat in Ava's dining room, Connor, Murphy, Ava and myself, having dinner as a family with the eldest and youngest MacManus as well.

I smacked Connor's hand as he dipped his bread in my bowl. "Would you mind your manners and keep your grubby hands to yourself?"

He scowled at me. "Bu' me bowl es empty."

"So, ge' off yer lazy arse an' ge' mo'," Murphy pointed out, spearing a carrot from Ava's bowl.

"Seriously?" Ava interjected. "You're eating off my plate and you're going to find fault with your brother."

"Ye don' like carrots," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "That's not even the point."

"Boys," Noah cut in as he and Aiden took a seat with there own bowls filled. "Ge' yer ow'. Dere's mo' den 'nough dat ye ca' 'ave yer ow'."

"And you both need to behave," I continued. "Aiden doesn't need to learn your bad habits."

Aiden grinned at me, shoving a spoonful of stew into his mouth.

"Careful, baby," Ava warned. "It might be hot."

He shook his head. "Granda put an ice cube in it, Mama."

Connor stood up from the table, bowl in hand. Murphy thrust his own empty bowl in his twin's direction. Connor looked from the bowl to his brother, an eyebrow raised. "Someting ye nee'?" he asked snidely.

"Ge' me some stew."

"Ge' yer own," Connor called from the kitchen, ladling a healthy serving into his bowl.

Murphy muttered under his breath, getting up from the table.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Noah. "How did you put up with these two? I think they're even worse than before."

Ava nodded. "They really are. I think they've regressed."

We all looked over at the stove where they were shoving each other and cursing quietly, trying to grab at the ladle. Noah shook his head and turned back to Ava and me. "Tink et's me punishmen' fer missin' de early years wi' dem."

I smothered a chuckled and tore a piece of bread from the loaf in the middle of the table. I picked off a small piece, rolling it into a bar.

"Kher, don't even think it," Ava hissed.

I gave her a look. "Why not?"

She scoffed. "You are just as bad as they are."

"What's she doin', Mama?" Aiden asked.

"Aye, wha' are ye doin', lass?" Connor echoed, sliding into the seat beside me.

I popped the piece of bread in my mouth. "Not a thing," I replied.

"Yer a liar," Murphy replied, sitting down across from me and settling his arm on the back of Ava's chair, sipping his stew straight from the bowl.

I wrinkled my nose. "What, is that your trough?"

He glared at me as Connor snorted back laughter, dipping his spoon into his own bowl.

"Anyway," Ava cut in, shaking her head. "Thank you for the lovely dinner, Noah. It's absolutely delicious."

"E'en dough ye don' like carrots?" Noah asked with a smile.

She giggled. "Even so, still awesome."

Aiden pouted. "Why do I have to eat the onions if Mama doesn't have to eat the carrots?"

"'ll ea' da onions," Connor replied, snaking his spoon out and pulling Aiden's bowl towards him, fishing out the onions.

Ava grimaced. "God, Connor, were you raised in a barn?"

Connor scowled at her, tossing an onion in his mouth. "Lord's name. An' no."

"Uncle Conn, I wasn't finished," Aiden pouted.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Aiden's bowl, scooping the onions into Connor's. I pushed the bowl back towards Aiden. "Connor, stop stealing from children," I reprimanded.

"'e sai' 'e didn' like onions! I wa' 'elpin'!"

"Ugh, stop whining," Ava muttered.

Murphy shook his head, draining his bowl and setting it back on the table. "An' ye wan'ed ta 'ave a fam'ly supper," he pointed out to his father.

Noah shrugged. "Coul' be worse."

I chuckled and dipped my bread into my bowl before tossing it in my mouth and pushing my bowl away. "Alright, I'm stuffed."

We all slowly finished dinner with quiet conversation before Aiden let out a big yawn.

"Ye tired, lad?" Noah asked, standing up from the table and grabbing his bowl.

"No," Aiden replied, being cut off by another giant yawn.

"Noah, you cooked, let the boys clear the table," I told him.

Connor turned to look at me wide eyed. "Wha'?"

I shoved him lightly. "Make yourself useful." I glanced over at Murphy. "You too."

The darker haired twin opened his mouth to retort, but Ava slapped her hand over it, cutting him off. "She's right. Just do it."

Both brothers scowled, but stood up, slowly clearing the table.

Ava looked over at her son. "I think someone's ready for bed," she remarked.

"But, Mama, I'm not sleepy!" Aiden defended, his eyes half mast.

"All that stew did him in," I replied with a smile.

"Ye min' ef I pu' 'im ta be'?" Noah asked quietly.

Ava smiled. "By all means, I'm sure he'd like that."

"'mon, lad, I wi' te' ye a story," Noah told him, gently picking up the sleepy boy and carrying him to his room where the disappeared.

Ava sighed and leaned back in her chair.

I raised an eyebrow at her, cradling my chin in my hands. "Look like something's on your mind," I told her.

She shrugged, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm just trying to not to think about tomorrow," she told me quietly.

I bit my lower lip and nodded slowly, my mood quickly sobering. "Yeah..."

She looked at me, her expression serious. "You think they're gonna be okay?" she asked, her eyes darting to the kitchen where Connor was rinsing the dishes before giving them to Murphy to put in the dishwasher.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the gnawing worry in my stomach. "I really hope so," I told her quietly, my nails picking at the placemat.

AN2:

Anonnie: Oh good! I love reactions! Good, bad, sad, whatever! Well... maybe not bad... like if you hated it, that wouldn't be good... anyway, starting to babble. This is a little more light, kinda fluffy stuff. I think I was missing it so I wanted to insert a little... but next chapter... mehhhhhhh... I've started it and it makes ME sad... I look forward to how you will feel towards it. As always thank you for the review! You are wonderful and I love you and I'm so glad you have stuck with me and intend to stay! :) :) :)

Lucy: I don't like to give spoilers! That's no fun! Haha! And you crack me up! I'm glad you liked the chapter and reviewed it (as you always do, which is amazing!). And I will do my bestest to write a TWD fanfic! Especially with those threats, haha! I have ideas swirling in my head, but I want to finish this one before turning my focus to something else. So you may have to be patient with me. But it will happen! :) And I hate when I forget to take my pill. ;-)

Alessandra: Awe! Don't cry! Don't be sad! Somehow things will work out the way they are supposed to! Not going to say what that means, but yeah! ;-) And I'm glad you love ConKher. I'm a fan of them as well. :) And yes, they do have some pretty incredible sex, don't they? Even if I am all weird about writing it, haha. As for Irish twin hunting... um, yes, I would love to have them look like them naked. And naturally I have watched that scene a zillion times. I really wish Troy Duffy had put it in the movie! It was hilarious (plus they were naked). Best scene ever! ;-) Love you my dear! :)