Hi! Here's my first chapter;

I know there's a lot of very good Connor x OC x Murphy out there, I know, because they're the ones that inspired me.

Still, I hope this one will be original enough, though, and that it'll inspire some more!

(The titles are from song lyrics, because why not.)

Please review, as I'm eager to know your thoughts.

Don't hesitate to point out mistakes, too; English is not my first language and I want to learn...

(I'm not going to try and write the OC's and the twins's accent, because I think it makes dialogues hard to read and I'd probably make too many mistakes. But I'll put a friendly reminder in the form of 'ye' instead of 'you', so you'll know to read them in their voice... I hope that's okay.)

This is rated M for strong language, violence, and graphic sex scenes later, you've been warned!

Sláinte!

Chapter 1: I'm a Legal Alien

(Sting)

Aideen was aware that they lived in the city, but she'd never expected to pick out the twins' faces in the crowd…

As she exited the ship and set foot on American soil, greeted by the freezing cold November wind, she was just as excited as she was anxious. She had convinced her older brother to bring her back with him, after he had travelled home for their mother's funeral. Before that, she hadn't seen him in more than ten years and had been disconcerted by how much William Junior had come to look like their father. After spending time on an offshore drilling rig, the young man had settled in Boston, got married, and apparently spawned a couple of brats himself that she hadn't yet met.

Now, when she'd arrived on the docks, full of uncertainties about her decision to come here, her heart skipped a beat.

She hadn't thought she would see them so soon, but she recognised them both immediately. Connor's angelic features and Murphy's devilish traits. They were eleven years old the last time she'd seen them. So, of course, they had significantly grown. And their tow-haired heads had turned respectively dirty blond or straight-out black. However, both sets of piercing blue eyes had remained thankfully unchanged. Connor's wide and bright, scanning face after face, while he stretched on his toes to peer above the eager-to-disembark crowd; Murphy's narrowed and impatient, as he jostled against his brother, unable to stay still for more than a second.

Annabelle must have found out Aideen was coming and told her boys, for them to be there. At least she hoped that was the reason! I mean, what were the odds of them waiting right there, before her, otherwise? It certainly hadn't been neither her father nor brother's doing; those two would have done anything to keep her away from the twins.

She quickened her pace to put some distance between Liam and herself. It would provide her with a few seconds of freedom that she hoped she could use to reunite with her childhood friends. With her brotherly chaperone on her tail, she knew she had the smallest window to express any kind of affection. She had been warned of what to expect, should she choose to misbehave.

She couldn't hear the twins' voices from where she was, but she could see they were arguing, probably bickering about their flawed strategy to find her. In fact, her and Liam could have passed right by them if the boys' wildish behaviour hadn't immediately caught her eyes. They were facing the passenger's gate. However, her brother had found work on the ship and sent her to the kitchens, so they were both exiting by a service door on the side, even after customs.

It's only when an annoyed Connor shoved his brother, sending him reeling backwards, that Murphy finally noticed them. Unlike her, he hesitated. His frown deepened, while his eyes—reduced to the thinnest slits—darted from her face to Liam and back, as they walked closer. She realised she must have changed a lot, since the last time, and feared, for a second, that they had become strangers to each other.

Then, his devilishly crooked smile grew wide, and he closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, to gather her in his arms for the warmest hug, without the slimmest speck of restraint.