Title:
Murphy girls: Irish Girls Are Crazy
Author: Ladie
Contact:
NC-17
Pairing: Dom/Letty Vince?
Leon? Jesse? Mia/Brian
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the
characters from TFATF, and no money is being made from this story. I
have no rights to the pictures included with the story, and no money
is being made with those either. I do however own all of the Murphy's
so no thieving.
Feedback: Pretty Please
Archive: Certainly,
just let me know
Summary: When a family tragedy brings Fallon
Murphy to Los Angeles, her life is turned upside down in a way she
had never imagined. Has she found the new home she's been searching
for or will the fun wear off.
Characters:
Kelsey Fallon Murphy
5'9
Thin, and muscular
Hazel eyes that change with her mood
Shoulder length black hair
Caramel colored skin
21
Curvy frame
Keely Ryann Murphy
20
5'5
Blonde hair
Green eyes
Prologue
Tossing a handful of dirt into the matching coffins that were lowering I chocked back a scream. Life as I knew it was being buried in those pine boxes along with my parents. I wanted to sob, curse, and scream till I was hoarse, bit instead I stepped back to be held by Brady and Reagan as they too said their final goodbyes. I was the youngest sibling at 21, and I had to be stronger than I had ever been before now. Brady and Reagan lived in Ireland like most of our family, and that meant I was going to be truly on my own in a couple of weeks. It had only been three days since I received that call about our parents but it seemed like a lifetime.
A case of being in the wrong place at the
wrong time the police captain had said. As if they had been in a car
accident instead of shot down in cold blood during a robbery.
Stepping back to stand with my Aunt, and Uncle I held on to my sanity
by a thread as the dirt began to cover the coffins completely and the
service ended.
Starring at my parents wedding picture
I marveled at their differences once more. My Father had been barley
5'7 with red hair, freckles, green eyes, and an accent that was
unmistakably Irish. He had been born in Ireland, and lives their half
his life. My mother was extremely tall for a woman at 5'10 with
sherry brown eyes, shoulder length jet-black hair and cocoa skin.
What the hell a red haired Irish man, and an African American orphan
had in common was a mystery to me, but they had loved each other with
a passion rare to most. Tracing their faces I smiled sadly, how was I
going to get along now without them?
"How are you holding up lennan?" My cousin Keely asked, just the sound of words being spoken in Gaelic a comfort.
"Barley," I answered honestly glad to have her here again.
Keely Ryann Murphy was more than a cousin; she was my best friend, more like a sister than anything else. Reagan was almost eight years older than me, and though we were close there was a bond we lacked because of the age difference. Keely and I had grown up together, literally right next door to one another until three years ago when Uncle Shamus, and Aunt Erin had made the move back to Ireland. I was relieved when Keely opted to stay in California even if she did head four hours away to L.A.
" I can stay as long as you need."
" I need you to do me a favor, I thought about it, and I want to move down there, there's nothing for me anymore, and there's just too many memories," I said bluntly as I looked down at the quilt that covered us.
" Plus I miss you."
