Regular disclaimer type stuff:
I own nothing, and therefor I eat beans on toast.
The idea off Boondock Saints belongs to Troy Duffy, there for I do not own any of the already existing characters.
All trademarks concerning this movie are credited to their respective owners.
The characters you do not know have been thought up by me.
This story is rated for fowl language and some explicit writing that may follow in next chapters.
Ok so that is out off the way now for my reasons to write this:
I simply love the movie, I have seen it so many times I have lost count.
I started writing this while I was sick with the flue, it is not the first BDS FF I have done, (there is still one in the rigorous process off re-writing) but I hope you will enjoy it none the less.
Chapter One: In the beginning.
The sun shone brightly as Tara walked across the field in the park, she carefully kept her eyes open. She hated working today, off all days she had to pull duty on St. Patrick's Day. Even worse was that she was usually a detective but now she was walking among the masses trying t catch pick pockets.
She groaned as she ripped another piece off her bright green cotton candy.
She thought about other things while aimlessly walking round, she needed cat food, and she should go see the reverent mother tomorrow.
"Callahan, are you even paying attention?" The voice off her captain appeared in her ear.
"What?" Tara said pressing the side off her ear piece.
"Nothing, I was just wondering if you were going to grab that little son of a bitch robbing granny over at your ten o'clock or are you going to wait for the next one?" The captain said sarcastically.
Tara whirled round to see, and he had said a teenage boy was reaching into an old woman's open purse.
Tara dropped her cotton candy and walked over to him, waiting for him to actually take his hand from the purse with something in his hand.
After a few seconds the boy pulled a small money purse from the bag and smiled to himself.
Tara grabbed him by the scruff off his neck.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to steal?" She asked turning him round and making him look at her.
The boy dropped the money purse out of pure shock.
"Pick it up!" Tara said making him bend over.
"Excuse me ma'am? Does this belong to you?" Tara said to the woman gesturing to the purse now once again in the boys hands.
The lady smiled. "Oh yes it does, so nice off you to pick it up, it must have fallen out." She said looking at the boy with a smile.
Tara said nothing and waited for the woman to take her possession, then she dragged the boy over to the van standing at the ready in the corner off the park.
As he was taken over by another officer Tara looked inside the van and raised her sunglasses.
"What does that make 12 already?" She asked her eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, your on top so far. Keep it up and you will get a shiny sticker in the shape off a star at the end off the day." The captain said looking at her.
Tara closed the door and once more made her way in-between the crowd.
"You do know this is unfair, I am Irish, I shouldn't be working on St. Paddy's" She said pressing her ear piece.
"You and every other cop in my precinct, you Irish tend to think you are something special in New York." The voice answered back.
"Hell captain, the Irish invented New York!" Tara said with a smile lowering her sunglasses once more.
At the end off the day Tara walked out off her precinct, she had changed and took her bag out the back off her car. She made her way on foot down the street. Trying to drive tonight would be impossible, the streets were crowded with people, and she only lived a few blocks away.
As she walked she saw people dressed in green outfits walking along the streets singing and dancing. St. Patrick's day was always a big celebration in this neighbourhood.
Even though she had found the work beneath her Tara was pleased at the amount off robbers and small time offenders she had grabbed today.
These ass-holes seemed to find it a challenge to rob people during big festivities. She hated them all, how could someone do a thing like that?
Her father, god rest his soul, had been an honest and good man, a cop like her. All she could still remember off him was a sunny afternoon like it had been today.
Tara was sitting on the grass in their back yard, he had taken her hand and had made her look at him.
"Listen to me girl, a person is only as good as they want to be. A man isn't evil by nature they become evil. Never let anything or anyone corrupt you, stay true too yourself."
He had kissed her on the forehead and then had left for work, that was the last time she had ever seen him. He had been shot that very same night, leaving her on her own with no family.
She had been 6 when she had been placed in the St. Lucy's school for orphaned girls. The reverent mother had greeted her that day, a warm women who had taken her by the hand and had lead her into the dorm.
Tara sighed that was 19 years ago, she had since moved out off the school but still kept in touch with the reverent mother. Having none off her own she thought off her as just that; her mother.
As she walked up the steps to her building Tara grabbed her keys, she juggled the paper bag with her shopping and opened her front door and was greeted by her cat.
"Stop complaining Tigger, I got you food." She said leaning down and petting him over the head.
The big ginger tom cat meowed at her and followed her at a trot as she walked into the kitchen.
She opened a tin off cat food and put some in a bright coloured bowl.
Then she took a microwave dinner from the paper bag, ripped off the cardboard and repeatedly stuck it with a fork.
She timed the microwave and stared at it while she waited the 3 and a half minutes it needed.
Ripping off the foil She put the plastic container on a plate and took a can off beer from the fridge.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down, switching the TV on.
Tigger jumped on the arm rest and looked at her food licking his mouth.
"You just had yours, this is mine!" Tara said to him pointing at her plate with her fork.
Tigger gave a feeble meow again.
"Ok one bite but that is it!" Tara said taking a small piece off meat and putting it in front of the cat.
"How sad am I? I am sitting in my house with my cat as a dinner date." Tara sighed.
Tigger purred as he nestled himself against her leg, Tara sighed and started flipping through the channels.
"Suck up all you want, but when my food is gone I'm going out." Tara said with a smile as she petted Tigger again.
As if protesting at her words the cat looked up at her.
"Hey it's St. Paddy's I should be out there having fun and getting drunk." Tara said with a smile.
At the other side of town to figures were struggling to get through an ally.
"This was a bad idea." The one walking upright, and dragging the other said.
"It needed to be done, getting shot wasn't part of the plan but what can you do." His companion said leaning over dragging his right leg with him.
"Connor we can't keep going for long, your leg needs looking after."
"Aye I know, lets just rest for a bit." Connor said stopping.
His companion leant him against a wall and stood besides him.
"Well I'm waiting for a brilliant idea."
Connor looked up. "Shut up Murph, I'm trying to figure this shit out!" He said threw clenched teeth.
"Fuck you! I told you we should have never left Da in Ireland!" Murphy shot back.
"You know he was to weak to travel. I hate to say it, and if he hears me say it he would hit me over the head, but Da is getting old." Connor said closing his eyes. "He had a stroke for fuck's sake, he makes it out to be a cold."
"Shit he would kick your ass for that indeed." Murphy said taking a packet of cigarettes from his jacket, pulling two out and lighting them with a small smile.
Connor accepted the cigarette and took a drag, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a piece off paper.
"I know where we can go." He said looking at his brother.
Late that night Tara staggered back into her apartment, Tigger sitting on the dresser waiting for her.
"Hey kitty." Tara said double tongued as she petted him more roughly then she intended.
Tigger looked at he and then jumped off the dresser in protest, he walked over to the sofa nestling himself on it.
"Grouch." Tara said making her way into her bedroom, as she got to it she pulled her jacket off, dropped it on the floor and walked over to the bed. Standing at the side of it for a moment she leant forward and landed on it, face down and still fully clothed.
Tara stirred, there was a very annoying rigging in her head.
Slowly she opened her eyes, her face was in the pillow but she saw the daylight coming in through the window at the side of her eye. It took her some time to realise that it was her phone that was creating the annoyance.
She reached for it and pressed the button, then pressed the phone against her ear. "I hate you." She said by means of answering it.
"No you don't you love me, you missed mass yesterday and if you don't get up now you will be late for mass today."
Her best friend said on the other side off the line.
"The reverent mother might not be to pleased if you miss both."
Tara's eyes shot open. "Oh shit! Tania you are a life saver! I totally intended to go to the late mass! But I got distracted by……by……by booze" She said now getting off the bed and walking to her closet.
"Let me guess the booze came with a good looking guy?" Tania asked with an airy tone.
"Hot looking guy, but before you ask he isn't here, meet me in five?"
"I'll bring the coffee." Tania said ending the conversation.
Fifteen minutes later then the agreed five minutes Tara walked down the steps off her building, Tania stood waiting for her.
"Hey, you really need to get an alarm clock you do know that don't you?" She said handing Tara a Styrofoam cup from the deli on the corner.
Tara gratefully took it and took a sip.
"I have one, the problem is that noise it makes in the morning." She said smiling. "You been waiting long?"
Tania shook her head. "No just got here. You know me I always let you believe I will be here faster then I will be, makes you move faster. I had to run home to get a shower, call you, get to the corner and buy the coffee. I just got out off pulling a double header, but am now fully ready for church and then my bed" Tania moaned the last words.
Tara looked at her best friend, Tania was a 4th year resident at the hospital. "Do those people actually allow you to have a life?"
Tania laughed. "Not the first four years they don't, the closer you get to the end the more you have to work. Lets walk to the church it's not that far and the fresh air will keep me awake."
Tara nodded and they started to walk. "You've been pulling all the weird shifts lately how come?"
Tania looked at her. "Well believe it or not but the nights are better to work, they give you more experience with different things. You wouldn't believe some off the things I see coming through those doors."
Tara shook her head with a smile. "And here you go saying to people that you want to be a doctor to help people. You just like seeing all the weirdo's!"
"And you only became a cop to eat donuts." Tania said laughing.
They reached the church just in time and ran up the steps as they heard the bells ring for the last time.
At the inner door a statuesque figure was waiting for them.
"Both late as usual." A woman's gently said.
Tara took the woman's hand and kissed it. "Not late reverent mother."
Tania took her other hand and also kissed it. "Just exactly on time."
The older woman smiled at the both off them. "For almost twenty year I have know the both off you and you still use the same excuse. Hurry along inside now." She ushered the both off them with her hands.
At the beginning of the isle both Tara and Tania sank to on knee and drew a cross, then they took a seat in one off the back pews.
The reverent mother passed them with a small smile, she took her seat at the front with the rest off the sisters, The father got up and started his sermon with a prayer.
His voice flowed through the church and everyone started to join him.
"Our Father who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours, now and forever. Amen"
Half way though the sermon the father was disturbed by a beeping noise.
Everyone in the church looked up from their bible's and started to look round for the person responsible for the interruption.
Tara and Tania looked round as well until Tara turned round and looked at Tania.
"It's you!" She hissed.
Tania leant down and grabbed her beeper from her belt, quickly pressing the button on it.
Like she was 10 years old again she looked at the front pew down the middle off the isle. Staring straight into the reverent mothers eyes, she leant her head forward a bit ashamed she had forgot to switch it to silent mode.
After a few seconds she looked at Tara.
"I have to go, tell the reverent mother I am sorry." She grabbed her coat and got up.
"Call me tonight, and off course I will tell the reverent mother that it was an emergency." Tara sticking up her hand as Tania walked past her, in automated response Tania touched it and walked out off the church.
When the sermon was over Tara joined the line to greet the father and paid her respects, as well as Tania's explaining to him that her work had caused her to leave earlier.
"That is quite alright, she is a very good person, and if saving a life means having to leave in the middle off service then so be it." The father said with a smile.
Tara nodded and walked over to the reverent mother waiting for her.
"Tania was called back to the hospital Mother, she asked me to pay you her respects."
"Will you be joining me for tea?" The reverent mother asked with her hands folded in front off her
"You ask me this every Sunday, and have I ever said no?" Tara asked staring to walk along side her.
"Neither of you have not, but lately it seems that you two are so busy." The reverent mother said with a smile.
"Maybe I just long for the two young girls back, those sweet little girls who found it such a good experience to have tea with me on Sunday."
"Trust me it is still an experience, but we have become busy. My case load is growing each day and Tania is close to finishing her residency." Tara started.
"Child you need not explain, it was merely an observation. I always knew there would come a time when you would not come anymore." The reverent mother said with a smile. "You two have out grown me."
Tara stopped dead in her tracks and waited for the reverent mother to turn to her before she spoke.
"I know for a fact that I speak for Tania as well when I say that we will never out grow you. You have guided us through the years and made us the persons we are. I hardly knew my mother and when my father died you became both to me. I wouldn't know how to survive if I didn't have the set thought that I could always come to you for advise."
The reverent mother raised her hand to Tara's cheek. "Thank you." She said in a soft voice.
"No thank you." Tara said putting her own hand on the small hand on her face. "Shall we go and have tea now? I have been dying to have one of sister Alice's muffins all week."
"She always did spoil you." The reverent mother said with a smile taking the arm Tara offered her.
The afternoon passed by as Tara and the reverent mother talked about times long gone.
"Tara I have something to ask off you." The reverent mother said after a few seconds of silence. She put her tea cup down and looked at her young ward.
"What is it?" Tara said knowing that she meant every word by the seriousness off her face.
"I have thought long about asking you this but I do not know to whom else I can turn." The reverent mother stood up and walked to the window.
Tara got up as well, the sound off that sentence had made her do that.
"What is it, you know you can ask anything off me."
"This my dear might be to much, but I will tell you and then you can decide for yourself."
The reverent mother turned and looked at her before gesturing with her hand to sit down. Tara did as silently instructed and looked up.
"A few weeks ago I got a letter from my brother, he is currently staying over in Ireland. He told me that his sons were coming to America. He had told them that if they ever need help they should come to me. Now I have not spoken to my brother in many years, I did not even know where he was. But he was and still is my brother and I would not refuse his boys help if they would come to ask for it."
The reverent mother paused for a second.
"Last night, we were woken up by two men at the door. They told me that their father had given them this address in case they needed help. And they did need it indeed.
They are here now, staying in one of the sister's cell's but they can not remain here. You know the rules off our order, men are not allowed to stay within the walls of this sanctuary. Not even if they are relations to us, no one but you knows this, I have not told them either. They did not seem to know who I am and I do not know if it is my place to tell them."
Again the reverent mother paused and looked at Tara.
Tara got up and walked over to the woman. "You want to ask if I can take them in?"
"Only for a short while, until they are ready to move on again. They assure me it would only be for a few days." The reverent mother said.
Tara thought about it for a while as she looked upon the older woman standing in front off her.
How could she have guests? She had to go to work tomorrow! Thinking of work, what kind off trouble were these guys in? If it was serious what should she do? She was after all still a cop! Where would she put them? How could she ever refuse the reverent mother anything!
"They can come and stay with me for a few days, they would have to sleep on the couch and a stretcher but they can stay." Tara said eventually.
The reverent mother looked upon her with a smile. "Than you, I will take you to them." She said guiding Tara by the hand.
Tara followed silently, wondering to herself why on earth she hadn't listened to the little voice in the back off her head?"
"Connor, you awake?" Murphy asked looking at his brother lying on the small bed.
"Aye." Connor said his eyes still closed.
"We can't stay here for long, you do know that don't you? These are nuns, we can't drag them into all off this." Murphy said pointing at the door.
"I know! I talked to the reverent mother and she said she would try and find us somewhere else to stay." Connor said now looking at his brother.
Murphy sat on the wooden chair leant forward, his hands folded in-between his wide standing legs as he looked at Connor.
"How do you think Da knows this nun anyway huh? We show up in the middle off the night with you like that and she just puts us up."
"Doesn't matter does it? If Da would have thought we should have know he would have told us." Connor said now closing his eyes again, he wished they had let Murphy burn his wound shut. Instead they had insisted on cleaning it and dressing it tightly and now was hurting something fierce!
The door opened and the reverent mother walked in making Murphy shoot up out off his chair. "Hello."
"Hello, how is your brother doing?" The reverent mother asked.
"Ok, as good as can be expected." Murphy said offering her his chair.
"No thank you." She declined with a small smile. "I have come to tell you I have found you a place to stay."
"Great, we really didn't have anywhere else to go, cause then we would have never…" Murphy started but was silenced by the reverent mother raising her hand.
"Its is alright, Tara would you come in please."
Tara walked into the room and looked at the two men now in front off her.
"Tara this is Connor and that is Murphy." The reverent mother gestured from one to the other.
The look off the both of them made Tara's senses tingle a little. There was more to these two then met the eye. "Got any last names?" She asked looking at them critically.
Connor wanted to respond to that question and had already pronounced the Mc part off their name Murphy shot him a look.
"McDonald." Murphy said quickly.
Connor raised his eyebrows as he looked at his brother, what was he playing at?
Murphy looked from Connor to Tara's waist, there a police badge was clipped to her belt.
Connor nodded and lay back down.
"Tara has graciously offered to let you stay at her house for a few days." The reverent mother said looking at them.
"My apartment actually, but yeah." Tara said smiling at the reverent mother.
"That is very nice of you indeed." Connor said trying to get up again but his leg was bothering him to much.
"Aye." Murphy complied looking at her, he knew they could not turn her down. But he did not like the idea that she was a cop.
"Well Tara came here on foot so you will have to follow her later." The reverent mother said smiling a bit.
"I should go and do some shopping." Tara said thinking about the empty cavern that she called her fridge. "I should be home around 7 here is my address." Tara handed Murphy a piece of paper.
Murphy looked at her. "We'll se you there then." He said smiling a little to not make her suspicious.
Tara walked out off the room and the reverent mother lead her to the door.
"I again can not thank you enough." The woman said taking her hand.
"You are very welcome, I will see you in a few days." Tara said kissing the hand that held hers and walking out.
As she made her way down the street to the store near her house she thought about what she had just done. Things could go wrong on so many levels and in so many ways she shuddered at the thought.
Connor looked at Murphy. "We can not go in to the house off a cop! Have you forgot we are wanted in Boston and quite a few other places?"
"No I haven't! But what else do you want to do, huh? We can't stay here either these are fucking nuns! You totally went of the deep end when Rocco held a priest at gun point. But now you want to stay here and dump all the shit after us on a bunch off nuns!"
Murphy made no attempt to lower his voice although Connor did suss him.
"Well then we won't stay here but we won't go to that Tara's place either." Connor said trying to sound convincing.
"And how fucking far do you think you can get with that leg?" Murphy asked sarcastically.
Connor sank back into the pillows, he hated to admit it but Murphy was right. "Fine we will go there, but only long enough for my leg to heal up a bit."