It Starts With One

A Boondock Saints Fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Boondock Saints. I only own my character Autumn and any story lines that I add.

Author note: Thank you to Druid Archer for reviewing. I hope I didn't upset you too much! This chapter is for you!

Also thanks to gurl3677 for adding my story to Alerts. It makes me happy that you want to know when upcoming chapters are happening.

Also, sorry this chapter is shorter than usual. I'll make the next one longer. I just wanted to get this one out of the way.

Chapter 16:

It has been six months since I walked out of their lives. Six long miserable months. I continued my search to find my sister and Pietro. They had a lot of explaining to do and I had a lot of blood to spill with little time. I moved to a new apartment. Still in Boston, but about a 30 minute drive. I found another job in a bigger restaurant. I pretty much kept to myself nowadays. I was afraid to let people in. I didn't want more shed of others on my account.

I walked up four flights of stairs and rummaged through my bag for my keys. When I reached my door, I noticed it was cracked ever so slightly. Someone had broken into my room. I paused for a moment, letting everything sink in. Then I walked slowly toward my apartment door. I pushed it open slowly without a sound. I put my bag on the kitchen table quietly as I eyed everything. I climbed the kitchen counter without a sound and reached for my gun in between the ceiling and the top of my kitchen cabinet.

I made my way through my house stealthily. I made it through each room until I heard someone in my bedroom. I opened my door completely and pointed my gun at the man. His back was toward me as he went through some of my pictures.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?"

He turned to me and smiled. "Still the same Autumn, still the same."

"Connor? What are you doing here?" I exclaimed as I lowered my gun.

"You don't write, you don't call, what was I supposed to do?" He answered with a smirk.

I pulled him into a hug and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like coffee or anything?" I asked when I left his embrace.

"Sure." He answered. "Thank you."

He followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table as I made a fresh coffee for us.

"How did you find me Connor?" I asked as I put the cup in front of him and sat down in front of my own.

"Thank you." He said as he accepted the coffee. "And it wasn't hard. I have some friends."

"So you stalked me?" I joked.

"No, that would require me to have followed you that night you left the hospital and follow and watch you ever since. I just have friends who are good at finding people."

"A detective?" I asked and raised an eyebrow.

All he did was smile.

My smile left my face when I thought about Murphy. "Does Murphy know where I am?"

He shook his head. "No. He knows you aren't dead though. I didn't tell him that part."

"So he thinks I tried to kill him?"

"I told him the whole story Autumn. The true story." I became infuriated. I stared down at my coffee refusing to look up at Connor.

"Why did you come here Connor?" I asked as I stared at my coffee still.

"You need us."

"I do not." I spoke as I glared up at him.

"Where is Pietro? Where is your sister? Do you have Vinzeno's head on a platter? Are you anywhere closer to getting your life back?"

"Why would I go searching for them? They haven't contacted me ever since I left you two. I have a normal life now. I don't have to worry when the phone rings. I don't have to kill people! I don't know why you came here Connor. I really don't. I don't need or want either of you in my life anymore. I'm starting to think it wasn't me endangering your lives, but you two endangering mine." I snarled at him. He had struck a nerve. I spoke things I didn't mean.

"I don't miss either of you. Just get out and let me get back to my life." I spit out finally. My eyes left his. They never fully connected to begin with.

Connor stood up. "Fine, I'll leave,"

He walked to the front door and opened it. He stopped and then turned and looked at me.

"But not before telling you that you're full of shit Autumn. I know you. You aren't happy with this. If I can guess anything you are alone. You don't want anyone else around that could get hurt or killed. And I know you haven't given up on revenge, because you never would have risked so much of your life in order to get it. You're not the type to give up so easy and don't tell me you don't miss us! If you didn't want us in your life, why do you keep those pictures of Murph and I. Especially, why do you keep the pictures of Murphy and you together." He grabbed the doorknob again and started heading out.

"You know where to find us if you reconsider." Connor shut the door behind him leaving me sitting like a fool staring at my coffee.

I sat there letting his entire words sink in. He was right about every damn thing. He knew me just as well as Murphy.

"Mother fucker…" I exclaimed slammed my hands on the table.

Murphy's POV

My eyes opened slowly and tried to readjust with the sunlight coming through the window. I sat up from the couch I had slept on and looked around Rocco's apartment. Connor and I had been crashing at Rocco's a lot lately. The house was quiet. Rocco and Connor must have taken off somewhere. I didn't mind the peace and quiet. I grabbed a cigarette from the coffee table in front of me and lit it. I took a long drag from the cigarette and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I began to zone out again as I took deep breaths.

Three soft knocks came at the door. The type of knock where you're not sure you're knocking on the right door or not entirely sure that you want to be heard. I took another drag of the cigarette as I walked to the door and opened it.

"Autumn…?" I questioned with wide eyes.

She looked just as shocked as I was.