Author's Note: This is my first "published" endeavor into the fan fiction world. I'm a bit nervous about it. As of now only one person has read this. I would like to thank PixiePhotos for giving me a little push to put this into the open (if you haven't read her stories, go now! Do not stop, do not collect $200, just GO and read!). Please feel free to review, but be gentle... Also this is unbetad, so any mistakes are mine alone.

Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/Connor/Murphy/Rocco or anything else that was in the movie. That's all Troy Duffy (brilliant man that he is). I do not have any claim or rights to any song lyrics or titles that I use. Make This Go On Forever is all Snow Patrol. You're the Only One by Maria Mena. All I can lay claim to is Kher, Ava and any other OC or plot line that isn't in the film.

Chapter 25 (You're the Only One):

"You're the only one who holds my hair back when I'm drunk and get sick... you're the only one who knows exactly what I mean..."

I woke up the next morning feeling like an elephant was tap dancing on my head, an alien was attempting to eat its' way out of my stomach and as though I had been hit by a semi.

"Nee' th' bucket?"

I groaned and turned my head towards Connor's voice, opening my eyes into tiny slits, his form blurring before me. "Ughhhhhh," I groaned at him. "Stop yelling," I rasped, wincing as pain shot through my throat and skull.

He chuckled and smoothed my hair off my forehead. "'ow ye feelin'?"

"Have mercy and kill me," I pleaded, my voice a whisper as I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the sun shining through the window.

I felt the bed dip as he climbed in beside me. "'m no' gon' kill ye. Kin' o' like 'avin' ye 'roun'."

"Some boyfriend you are," I complained.

He chuckled. "Love ye too, girl."

"Murphy better be feeling this bad if not worse," I warned, pulling a pillow over my face.

"'e wen' ou' fer breakfas' wi' Ava earlier."

I lifted the pillow and glared at Connor. "I hate him. This is all his fault."

Connor smirked. "A' leas' ye won."

"Feels like I lost," I snapped.

"Wha' do ye nee'?" he asked.

"I told you, mercy killing."

He sighed. "An'ting else?"

"Aspirin. And a Gatorade. Red."

"'m goin' ta 'ave ta leave ye," he told me.

I let out a whine. "There should be Gatorade in the fridge..."

Connor shook his head. "Murph dran' et dis morn'."

I scowled. "He doesn't even like red Gatorade!" I exclaimed, wincing as the pain shot through my skull.

He shrugged. "'e nee'ed a drin'."

"And you let him just take it?" I pouted.

"I jus' tol' ye 'd ge' ye mo'," he pointed out.

"Ugh… fine… but hur-" I shot up with my hand over my mouth and Connor was quick to shove a trashcan at me as I started dry heaving. I saw him grimace out of the corner of my eye.

"'ow do ye 'ave an'ting lef'?" he commented, getting off the bed.

I groaned. "I don't. It hurts." I put the can on the floor beside the bed and collapsed against the pillows.

Connor shook his head and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I whined.

He stuck his head back in the doorway. "'m gettin' ye a glass o' water an' som' med'cine. Den 'm goin' ta ge' ye yer juice." He disappeared from the doorway as I shoved the pillow back over my face. I felt the bed dip again a few minutes later.

"Si' u'."

I pulled the pillow from my face and carefully sat up, leaning my back against the headboard. Connor held out a glass of water and aspirin. "Ye take four, righ'?"

I nodded slowly and took the items from his hands. "Actually, I probably need an entire bottle at this point," I told him, dropping the pills into my mouth and taking a sip of the water, grimacing as they hit my stomach.

"Tink dey will stay dow'?" he asked.

"Only time will tell."

"Ye alrigh' ef I go ge' yer stu'?"

I slid down into my pillows. "I think so. But hurry back… please?"

"Don' worry, lass. Can' leave ye ta take care o' yerself," he replied, tucking the blanket around me. "'d kiss ye goo'bye, bu'…"

"I'm disgusting?"

He chuckled. "No' wha' I wa' gon' ta say, bu' ye 'ave looked better, love."

"Go away."

He laughed and smoothed the hair off my forehead before ducking out of the room.

I winced as what seemed to be only moments later the door was slammed open and Ava and Murphy seemed to scream at each other. "Will you two shut up!" I shrieked, whimpering as the pain shot through me.

"Ye alrigh' en 'ere lass?" Murphy asked, walking into the room and throwing himself at the foot of my bed. "Fuck, ye loo' like shi' girl."

I glared at Murphy. "Oh fuck you," I retorted. "This is your fault."

He widened his eyes and gave me a look of hurt. "Ye blame me?" he asked, his face the picture of innocence.

"Your stupid contest. I'm never doing anything for you ever again."

"'m hurt, lass."

"Don't care. Go harass your girlfriend. I don't want you."

Murphy chuckled. "Ye 'ave ta admi' et wa' fu', Kher."

I shook my head and gave him the finger. "I blacked out, Murphy. I never black out and now I've lost pretty much the entire night."

He gave me a smirk that seemed to be pure evil. "Belie' me, girl, et wa' me bes' bir'day ever."

"You suck. A lot. Really bad. And you smell like corned beef. Could you be more of a stereotype right now?"

"Ye love me, Kher, et's alrigh'," he told me, turning to walk out of the room.

"I'll have a complete list of things I want from you later," I called after him.

He froze in his step and spun on his heel. "Wha' do ye mean?"

"I won," I pointed out to him.

He shook his head. "No, lass, dere wa' no winner."

I scowled at him. "I beat you!"

"Aye, bu' den ye couldn' keep et dow'. Et was a draw."

"We didn't agree to those terms!" I argued, pressing my hand to the throbbing pain in my temple.

Murphy gave me a look. "E'ryone knows tha's 'ow et works, girl."

"So, what you're telling me is that my misery today is for nothing?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Guess so." He ducked when I threw a pillow at him. "Ye miss-" He was cut off when I managed to hit him square in the face with a second pillow.

"No. I didn't."

Ava appeared in the doorway. "How are you feeling Kher?"

I pulled the blanket over my head. "You people need volume buttons. You talk way too loud."

"I guess you still feel pretty bad," she replied.

I pulled the blanket down to my nose. "You would guess right. How is no one else hungover today?"

Ava chuckled. "Well, I only had maybe 4 beers… Murphy doesn't get hungover… and I don't know about Connor."

"Wha' 'bout me?" Connor asked, shoving his way past Ava into the room, a red Gatorade in his left hand and a paper bag in his right.

"Kher wants to know why she's the only one hungover today," Ava explained.

"Me girl can' 'old 'er liquor, she can'," he replied, sitting down on the bed, setting the paper bag on the bedside table.

"Bushmills is not liquor," I snapped. "Bushmills is the work of the devil himself."

Connor shook his head as he twisted the cap off the Gatorade and handed it to me. "Ye ne'er coul' 'andle th' Bush."

"I didn't even know what 'Bush' was until I met you," I pointed out taking a delicate sip.

"Well, we'll leave you two be," Ava said, grabbing Murphy's hand. "You might want to take a shower, K."

"You both might want to bite me," I snapped.

"Tha's me brudder's jo'!" Murphy called over his shoulder, shutting the door.

"I hate them."

Connor chuckled and took the bottle, setting it on the bedside table. "No, ye don'."

"Today I do."

"Where are yer pillows?" he asked, looking around.

"On the floor," I replied, pointing. "I needed weapons."

He shook his head and got up, grabbing the pillows. "U' ye go," he told me, gently lifting me by the shoulder to tuck the pillows under my head.

"Thank you," I murmured, burrowing into the pillows and tucking the blanket under my chin.

"Yer welcome," he replied with a grin, sitting beside me on top of the blankets. "Feelin' an' better?"

"A little... the aspirin helped... and I managed to keep the water down."

"Tha's goo' lass. I wa' gettin' worried fer a bi'."

"What's in the bag?" I asked, glancing over at the bedside table.

"Yer breakfas' whe' ye tink yer ready," he replied, grabbing the bag and putting it on his lap.

"But what is it?" I asked, moving to sit up. He opened the bag and I peered in. "You got me an almond croissant?"

"Ye like dem, don' ye?" he asked, tilting his head.

My stomach rolled at the thought. "When I'm not dying, yeah."

He chuckled and set the bag to the side. "Jus' le' me know whe' ye wan' ta try."

"Okay," I replied, lying back down. "I'm sorry by the way."

Connor glanced down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Fer wha'? Ye can' 'elp tha' yer sick."

"For ruining your birthday," I muttered, reaching for my drink.

Connor scoffed as he grabbed the bottle and handed it to me. "Ye didn' ruin me birthday, lass. Aft' ye an' Murph's game, ye were th' life o' th' party."

I cut my eyes at him as I took a sip. "What happened?" I asked.

Connor's eyes widened. "Ye don' 'member?"

I shook my head slowly. "Everything's gone once I ran into the bathroom..."

An evil smirk fell over Connor's features. "Well, me lass, le' me tell ye a little story..."

AN2: iforgiveyou-I'm glad you liked them! Yeah, I tried to build a little suspense if you will. Hopefully you like this update as well!

My Anonymous Reviewer #1-Well, as long as you still love me! Yeah, she can't handle her liquor and she knew she couldn't. Damn pride. :)

My Anonymous Reviewer #2-Yeah I kinda like ConnKher. Yeah, Connor needs to play nursemaid to the sickly, haha. Hope you enjoy! :)

Valerie E. Mackin-You would think so, right? But I guess not, haha. My it's my artistic laziness, idk.

These chapters aren't necessarily my favorites. I think they're cute, but kind of a lull. I hope you, my faithful readers, enjoy them.

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