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Billy stood up and greeted her. "Martha, what brings you to the shittiest hole in Boston?
"You." She said shortly, "And this young boy." She stepped aside to show the young teenage boy who had just gathered up the courage to enter the threatening looking bikers bar. It wasn't the look of the bar that scared him. It was knowing who was inside of it.
All eyes were tainted on Murtagh. Billy frowned as the boy came closer. With every step he took, Billy's heart rate increased. When the boy was standing right next to Miss Grey, he stopped, looking at the big, tattooed and threatening looking men in front of him. He wasn't scared, but he was nervous. After all, the scariest looking one of them was the splitting image of himself. "Hey." He said quietly.
Billy didn't reply. He just stepped closer and cupped the boys face in his hands. He was about a head shorter than himself and his hair was dark and smooth, not wild and unruly like his own. But his eyes…his eyes were the clearest shade of sea-green he had ever seen. Gently he traced the soft and youthful features of his face. Across his brows, stroking his cheek and the caressed the pad of his thumb on the plump and red lower lip.
Murtagh could see emotions flicker in Billy's eyes, and wondered what they meant. He didn't have to wonder long, as his father pulled him into a tight embrace. Murtagh had never felt safer. Billy had never felt more relieved…happy…sad…ecstatic…complete.
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When they finally pulled apart Billy turned to Martha, Murtagh still curled protectively under his arm. "How'd you find him?"
Miss Grey just smiled softly, "As soon as the police put the file in the Cold Case section, I took the opportunity. It was about time that sixteen years of hard work paid off."
"Is there anything is can ever -?" honest gratitude apparent in his expressive eyes.
"Seeing the two of you together again is enough Billy." She said kindly, "You certainly have grown." She said fondly and flicked a lock of his hair between her fingers. "I'd love to stay, but I have a child that needs to be picked up from an abusive household."
"Of course –"
"Though I do wonder…what are you up to with Stokely Hall…surely an old mental hospital is not much of interest to you."
Billy smiled, "It's a surprise."
"For me?"
"You'll be surprised, yeah, but I hope you'll like it as well."
Miss Grey chuckled, "I will be sure to come visit soo, good bye Billy. Come here Murtagh." She huffed. The teen smiled and slipped out from under Billy's arm and hugged the elderly lady.
"Thank you." He whispered before he slipped back into his fathers arms, who was more than happy to hold him tightly against him, making sure he was real.
"Scoot over boys," Billy barked, the gang moving over automatically. Billy pushed Murtagh in front of him so that he himself would sit at the end. "This is Bodie, Heco, Dog, Tommy and Alex, guys, this is Murtagh…my son."
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