A/N: This is my first Boondock Saints' story. It is T-rated, but there is some M-rated stuff later on.
August, 1998 - New York – JFK Airport
The call for elderly passengers, passengers with disabilities and passengers with young children sounded over the speakers while Sean O'Shea looked at his daughter and the overhead light shimmered on the lens of her dark glasses.
"Well, I guess this is it," he said, but Louisa O'Shea didn't say anything. She hadn't said much since the death of her twin brother. Her fingers held tightly onto the metal handle of the leash while her seeing eye dog, Dixon, panted and the stewardess walked closer.
"We need to get her boarded," the stewardess said and he nodded. He looked one last time at his daughter while his wife moved to Louisa and his wife sighed.
"It's not forever," Lilliana O'Shea said as she hugged Louisa, but Louisa didn't hug her back.
"Your mom's right. It's not forever," Sean said.
"Sir….," the stewardess said and he nodded. They watched as the stewardess led Louisa and Dixon to the departure doorway and Sean slid his arms around his wife.
"Are you sure this was a good idea? What if he…?" Lillian asked, but he shook his head.
"Detective O'Dale said there hasn't been any sign of him. And she won't be alone. She'll be fine," he said and they slowly walked away
Boston
"We're gettin' new neighbors," Connor MacManus said, loudly, as he opened the door, took off his black Navy pea coat, closed the door and he hung his rosary on the nail by the door. The rosary gently clicked against the longer rosary hanging on the other nail and the crosses slowly moved back and forth. He tossed the black Navy pea coat over the arm of the couch and he looked over at his twin brother.
"We are?" Murphy MacManus asked, wrapping the towel around his waist then he tucked in the top of towel. His wet, dark brown hair stuck up around his head and a small puddle of water pooled around his feet.
"Aye, take a look," he said and Murphy walked to the window. Four men were removing boxes from the moving van as Murphy made a soft hum then he looked toward the door.
"Let's go say hi."
"Get dressed first, you eejit."
Murphy moved away from the window when he went to get dressed and Connor watched the movers unload the moving van.
The door opened as they walked out into the hallway while Murphy adjusted the black Navy pea coat and the pinging sound made them look down the hallway. They walked to the elevator as the doors opened and they looked at the young woman standing in the elevator car.
Her long brown hair floated over her shoulders and she had a round face, nice lips and a small nose, but they couldn't see her eyes due to the dark lens sunglasses. She was wearing a tan coat over a white sweater, jeans and black zippered ankle boots. She held onto the metal handle of the leash and the German Shepherd growled at them.
Next to her was a stern looking woman with gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and hard brown eyes and she gently held onto the young woman's elbow. The woman was wearing a black coat over what looked like a nurse's uniform, white tights and white sneakers.
"Please move," the woman said with a curt tone which reminded the twins of one of the nuns at their old Catholic school and the twins parted. They watched the woman led the young woman down the hallway and Connor shrugged. Walking down the hallway, Connor walked in the apartment when he slammed the door in Murphy's face and Murphy sighed, rolling his eyes. He tried the door handle when he found Connor had locked the door and Murphy pounded his right fist on the door.
"Connor! Open th'fuckin' door!" he shouted when the door opened and Connor pulled him inside then he closed the door.
"Who were you talking to?" Louisa asked while Dorothy MacKay led her inside the apartment then Dorothy closed the door.
"I believe it was some of our neighbors," Dorothy said.
"Oh."
"You don't need to worry. I will make sure they won't bother you."
"Seeing how I'll never be leaving this room…"
"You know full well why you are to stay indoors."
"Maybe I should've just stayed at the hospital."
"No, it wasn't safe for you to stay there."
"Yeah."
Dorothy saw the sadness on her face when someone knocked on the door and Dorothy cautiously walked to the door. She used the peephole to look into the hallway then she opened the door and the movers entered the apartment. She quickly walked to Louisa while the movers brought in the boxes and Louisa held tightly onto the metal leash.
After the last of the boxes were unloaded, the movers left and Dorothy closed the door. Louisa had moved to the window as Dorothy quickly moved to her then she gently placed her hand on Louisa's lower back.
"Get away from there," Dorothy said, leading her to the couch and Louisa balled her hands into fists.
"Where're you goin'?" Connor asked while he watched Murphy heading for the door and Murphy pulled up the collar of his black Navy pea coat.
"I'm gonna get some smokes," Murphy said, opening the door. He was startled to see Dorothy standing in the hallway and her cold eyes locked with his. "Uh…. Hullo."
"Hello," Dorothy said. Connor had gotten off the couch as he went to stand next to Murphy and Connor smiled.
"Hullo. Guess we should've introduced ourselves earlier. I'm Connor MacManus. This is my brudder, Murphy."
Dorothy could see a slight family resemblance when she stood a little straighter and the twins felt a cold chill move through them.
"I will say this only once. You will not have any contact with my charge. Do you understand?" she warned then she turned, walking away. They watched her go inside the apartment when they looked at each other and Connor shrugged.
"Guess she told us," Connor said with a laugh as he walked back to the couch and Murphy leaned against the doorframe. Sighing, Murphy kicked off the doorframe when he closed the door and he walked down the hallway.
After a short walk, the bell jingled as Murphy walked in the store and the man behind the counter smiled at him.
"G'afternoon, Murphy," he said.
"Hey, Ryan," Murphy said.
"What can I get you?"
"A pack of th'usual."
Ryan Connolly nodded as he turned to get a pack of cigarettes and Murphy looked down at the magazines in the holders. He picked up a motorcycle magazine as he looked at the cover and Ryan turned, looking at him then at the magazine.
"I didn't know you liked motorbikes," Ryan said, placing the pack of cigarettes on the counter.
"I wanted t'get one when I was a kid, but Ma wouldn't let me. She said they were too dangerous," Murphy said, placing the magazine on the counter as he took his wallet out of his pocket and he opened the wallet. He noticed something had fallen out of his wallet as he bent down and he picked up a folded photograph. He looked at the three young people smiling at him as Murphy sighed and he placed the photograph back in his wallet. He paid for the cigarettes and the magazine as he nodded then Murphy left the store. He placed the pack of cigarettes into the inner pocket of his black Navy pea coat while he walked down the sidewalk then he tucked the magazine under his left arm. He removed the wallet from his pocket when he opened the wallet, removed the folded photograph, placed the wallet back in his pocket and he leaned against the wall. He unfolded the photograph when he looked at the three smiling faces and he blinked his eyes a few times.
He noticed how happy his younger self looked with his arm around the shoulders of the young man with brown hair to his right, but it was the young woman younger Murphy held against his left side that caused a lump to form in his throat. Her brown hair short with a bright pink stripe arched over the top of her head then swept over her bangs and her head was leaning against his shoulder.
He looked up at the sky as his mind replayed that day and he smiled at the memory of her jumping on his back.
"Give us a ride, Murphy."
"Get off him, Lou."
"Fuck off, Normie."
"If you want, I can give you a ride."
"Fuck you, Connor."
"That's th'idea."
"Shut it, Connor."
Shaking his head, Murphy kicked off the wall after he placed the folded photograph in his wallet then he put the wallet away and he walked down the sidewalk.
The doors to the elevator opened as Murphy walked down the hallway when he saw their new neighbor and the German Shepherd walking down the hallway then the German Shepherd came to a stop. Both of them heard the dog growling as she slowly bent down and Murphy saw her awkwardly trying to find the dog.
"Who's there?" she asked as she touched the top of the dog's head then she stood straighter.
"Uh… Hullo. Sorry if I scared you," Murphy said. He saw her stiffen slightly, but he didn't want to move in case the dog attacked. She pulled on the metal leash as the dog moved closer and Murphy smiled down at the dog. He then noticed the puzzled look on her face and her eyebrows arched down.
"Say that again."
"Say what?"
"What you just said."
"I said I'm sorry if I scared you."
Her face twitched slightly as though she was trying to remember something then she reached out her right hand. He carefully took her hand as she moved closer and the toes of their boots touched.
"You're Irish?"
"Aye."
"What's your name?"
"My name's Murphy."
"M-murphy?"
"Aye."
"Murphy what?"
Before he could answer, Dorothy stormed down the hallway as she pushed his hand away and he saw the anger in Dorothy's eyes.
"What are you doing?!" Dorothy demanded.
"We're jus' talkin'," Murphy said.
"Get away from her!"
Murphy watched Dorothy lead her down the hallway as he sighed and he placed his hands in his pockets.
"Murphy," his new neighbor said as she turned.
"Aye?" Murphy asked.
"Tout pour un et un pour tout."
He felt his heart pounding hard in his chest as he went against the wall and Dorothy led her inside. He felt a little dizzy as he looked down at his feet and his mind replayed something.
"All fer one an' one fer all," he whispered Shaking his head, Murphy walked to the door to the apartment when he took the key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, opened the door and he went inside.
Later that night, the room was dark while Murphy laid curled up on his left side and the blanket was tucked around his waist. Connor lightly snored from his mattress, but that wasn't what was bothering Murphy. His mind replayed what his new neighbor said, but there was no way she would have known what those words meant to him. Sighing, Murphy closed his eyes and he soon drifted off to sleep.
Ireland – 1986
"Faster! Go faster!" sixteen years old Murphy shouted while Connor, also sixteen, peddled the bike down the sidewalk and Connor was panting. Their mother could only afford one bike so they had to share and Murphy was barely keeping his balance while he squatted over the seat. His hands were on Connor's shoulders as his knees dug into Connor's back and Connor was sitting on Murphy's toes.
"I'm goin' as fast as I can!" Connor shouted. He looked straight ahead when he saw someone standing in front of their apartment building and his eyes widened. "Christ!"
"Lord's name," Murphy shouted when he saw what Connor was looking at and his eyes widened. "Shit!"
Connor slammed on the breaks when Murphy went sailing over him and Murphy's arms and legs swirled around in wide circles.
"Incomin'!" Connor shouted. He flinched as Murphy landed on the man who had turned with a shocked look on their face and they crashed to the stack of empty boxes sitting on the curb.
"Sean!" the woman shouted as Murphy got to his feet and he looked down at the blood spreading over the right leg of his jeans from the ripped hole in the knee. He also had a few, bleeding scrapes on his arms and hands and he moved his fingers and wrists to check if he broke anything.
"I'm fine," the man said, getting to his feet and he dusted the bottom of his pants. "Are you alright, lad?"
"Aye, Sir. I'm fine," Murphy said. Murphy looked up when his eyes locked on a girl with a pair of the bluest eyes he ever seen and he swallowed the lump building in his throat.
"Murphy!" Connor shouted, running to him after he dropped the bike onto the ground. He grabbed hold of his twin's upper arms as he scanned Murphy with his eyes and Murphy smiled.
"Quit your fussin'!" he said, gently shoving Connor off him.
"Connor! Murphy! Get your asses up here right now!" Annabelle MacManus suddenly shouted from the upstairs window and the twins looked up at her. "An' don't ferget th'fuckin' bike!"
"Aye, Mum!" Connor said, going to get the bike.
Murphy hadn't heard her as he looked at the young girl with short brown hair and she gave him a small smile.
"Hello," she said and he suddenly realized he had forgotten how to form words or talk.
"Hu-hullo," he finally said while Connor bumped his elbow into Murphy's back and Murphy looked at him.
"Let's go before she comes down," Connor said and Murphy nodded.
"Are you sure you're alright?" the man asked.
"Aye," Murphy said with a nod. They went up the stairs while a sharp pain moved up and down his right leg then they walked inside. Connor headed for the stairs when he went up the stairs and Murphy sighed. "Uh, Connor. Can you hold up fer a second?"
"What's wrong?" Connor asked, turning to look at him.
"My leg really hurts."
He saw the hurt look in his twin's eyes as Connor placed the bike against the wall then he half-ran down the stairs. He placed his arm around Murphy's waist while Murphy placed his left arm around Connor's shoulders then they slowly headed for the stairs.
"I'm sorry, Murphy," Connor said in a soft voice.
"This isn't th'first time I've gotten hurt."
"Aye, but I still shouldn't've stopped like that."
"Then both of us would've been hurt."
Nodding, Connor helped Murphy up the stairs to the first landing then Connor ran down the stairs to get the bike. A short time later, they arrived at the door to their apartment while Connor placed the bike against the wall then Annabelle opened the door and she scowled at them.
"Look at th'state of you!" she said with a shake of her head.
"Ma, it was…," Connor said then he paused from the cold look she gave him and they walked by her. She looked up and down the hallway as she slammed the door closed and the bike fell to the floor.
Murphy's mind swirled as the dream moved on and he sighed, rolling onto his back.
The front door opened as Murphy slowly limped outside and he closed the front door behind him. He looked down at the patch covering the hole in the right leg of his jeans and the bandages on his arms and hands as he sighed then he looked up. He saw someone sitting on the bottom step as he carefully limped down the stairs and whoever it was turned to look at him.
"Hello," the girl said, standing up, and Murphy found he couldn't form words or talk again.
"Hey," he finally said, stopping next to her.
"You're Murphy, right?"
"Aye," he said with a nod.
"How are you?" she asked, looking down at his right leg then at his arms and hands.
"I'm fine."
"I'm glad."
"Ma was really sore. She was sure your dad was gonna sue us or summat."
"Nah, he wouldn't do that."
"If you don't mine me askin', what're you an' your family doin' here?"
"Da was asked t'oversee th'openin' of his company's new office buildin'."
"Where're you stayin'?"
"Here," she said, pointing at the front door.
"Here!? Why? This isn't one of those fancy housing buildin's," he said, looking back at front door.
"Blame that on Da's boss. His assistant was supposed t'get us into one of those fancy places, but he said he fergot. Ma's royally pissed off, but Da says it's fine. We're not stayin' that long anyway."
"How long are you stayin'?"
"Jus' fer th'summer."
Murphy nodded as they went to sit on the step and they watched the cars and people going by.
"You're American, aye?" he asked.
"Aye. We're from New York," she said.
"But you talk like I do."
"That's because Ma doesn't like it when we talk like this. She wants us to talk like this," she said with a smug look and he laughed. He didn't expect her to light shove her shoulder against his and he shyly lowered his head. "Anyway, Da says it's ok now that we're back in what he calls "th'old country"."
Nodding, he looked up and she gave him a puzzled look.
"Who was that boy who got really upset when you landed on Da?"
"That's my brudder, Connor," he said when he thought of something and he shifted his right leg after it started hurting. "Who was th'boy I saw standin' next t'you?"
"That was my brudder, Norman."
"Ah," he said with a nod. "By th'way, what's your name?"
Murphy noticed something was wrong when she became blurry then the young woman who he saw in the hallway was sitting next to his younger self.
"My name is Louisa," she said.
Gasping, Murphy sat up on his elbows as he blinked his eyes a few times and his heart slammed in his chest.
"Murphy, are you alright!?" Connor asked with concern in his voice. Murphy and Connor did tend to share dreams and thoughts, but they also knew each other's moods and feelings and Connor slid off the mattress. Quickly, he crawled across the floor toward Murphy's mattress as he barely saw his twin bending his legs up after he sat up and Murphy placed the sides of his head in his hands. "Murphy!?"
"Gimme a sec," Murphy mumbled. Connor sat on the floor next to Murphy's mattress as Murphy's mind replayed the dream then he glanced over at Connor. "Can you go turn th'light on?"
Connor carefully got up when he went to turn the lights on and Murphy reached over for the pair of jeans near his mattress. He removed his wallet from the pocket of the jeans while Connor walked back to the mattress and Connor sat down on the floor. Murphy removed the folded photograph as he placed the wallet on the jeans and Connor noticed the puzzled look on Murphy's face.
"What's that?" Connor asked, pointing at the folded photograph. Murphy opened the photograph while the younger Murphy smiled up at him and Murphy sighed.
"Do you remember this?" he asked and he showed Connor the photograph. Connor took the photograph from him when he looked at the three people in the photograph and he smiled.
"Aye, I do. That's you an' that's Normie an' that's… Oh! that's Lou!"
"You're right."
"What does this have t'do with you wakin' me up out of a sound sleep?"
Taking a deep breath, Murphy told him about his dream and Connor looked from the photograph to the door then back and his eyebrows arched down.
"Are you sure?" Connor asked, handing him the photograph and Murphy placed the photograph back in his wallet then he put the wallet back in the jeans pocket.
"She said summat only Lou would know."
"What was it?"
"Tout pour un et un pour tout."
"All fer one an' one fer all?"
"Do you remember what that means?"
Connor thought as he pulled his knees up and he placed his wrists on his knees. His mind finally found the right set of memories as he nodded and he locked eyes with Murphy.
"It was our motto. Yours, mine, Normie's an' Lou's," Connor said then he grinned. "Well, it was th'motto of those French sword guys from that book Lou like t'read, but it was also a way fer us t'tell th'others we needed t'talk."
"And seein' how she knew th'motto…"
"She has t'be Lou."
"So, th'next thing we have t'figure out is why she's here an' what she needs t'talk t'me about."
"Could have summat t'do with that nurse."
"Maybe. But we can't do anythin' until tomorrow."
"You're right," Connor said with a pause then he looked at Murphy. "Think you can go back t'sleep?"
"Aye."
Connor watched as Murphy got under the blankets as he pulled the blankets up to his shoulders and Connor got up. He went to turn the light off then he carefully moved toward the mattress and he got under the blankets. He pulled the blankets up as he glanced over at Murphy and he barely saw his brother's back facing him.
"Night, Murphy," Connor said, rolling onto his right side.
"Night, Lou," Murphy said with a yawn before he closed his eyes and Connor gave him a stunned look. Softly laughing, Connor closed his eyes and he drifted off back to sleep.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first Boondock Saints' story. Please favor and review.