urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:xaequitas so shall the saints always walk elljaymaze@gmail.com Murphy McManus 2010-05-02T04:20:36Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:xaequitas:3204 2010-05-02T04:19:00Z 2010-05-02T04:20:36Z <a name="cutid1"></a> Authors Notes: For the record, I just want to say that I do not own the Boondock Saints. It and the characters in its entirety are owned by the Wonderful Troy Duffy who brought two movies that just rule beyond much of anything. The only thing I claim is my original character Shannyn. <br /><br /><b>Boondock Saints<br />An Angel who loved the Saints</b><br /><br />Paul Smecker was sitting in the fresh air, enjoying the fishing yet again. He found himself sitting there and wondered…where would his life have been if he had never met those Saints out of Boston? when he saw the Father Jacob McManus approach him from the side. “Agent Smecker.. there be someone who wishes to speak with ye… a member of the family.” <br /><br />Paul turned his head and cocked it a little to the left. “Oh really? Any member of the McManus I’d gladly speak to.. who would it be?” <br /><br />The Father stepped to the side, just as a tall lean dark brunette bombshell began to walk towards the two men. Granted, Smecker’s taste was not within the female persuasion 100 percent… but he knew true beauty when he saw it. And this woman, carried herself well enough to know there wasn’t just her looks. She carried a lethal beauty on the inside. In a way, she was a lot like Eunice. <br /><br />When the woman approached the two men, she gave a gentle peck on each cheek to Father Jacob, before he turned to introduce her. “This, is Shannyn Elizabeth ..”<br /><br />The girl gave a half smile when she nodded her head, “Ye must be Agent Smecker… the one who assisted Uncle Noah and my cousins..” she greeted him as she stood in place easily and more comfortably. <br /><br />Smecker nodded, before he smiled slightly. “You have my condolences on the loss of your family..” he said to her seriously, referring to the death of the well known Noah “Il Duce” McManus – the most well known vigilante “Saint” around. <br /><br />She smiled sadly, before she nodded, “Thank ye…” She then stood up straighter as she looked him square in the eye, and said in a serious tone, “I wish te help ye get my family out of Hoag.” <br /><br />Smecker was surprised at the request of the McManus female. He wasn’t too sure about involving another member of the McManus family within the possible life and death situation that would have been taking place within the situation they would be facing. “Now Shannyn, I aint too sure about…”<br /><br />Before Smecker could say another word, Shannyn, with the grace of one could only describe as “lethally angelic” – moved with an utmost precision as she whirled around, removing a small thin dagger from up above her skirt where it was kept in a holster around her thigh, and threw it just shy of a doorframe where another shadow of a woman stood.<br /><br />The shadow was a little taken aback. She thought she was almost undetectable, but somehow this other McManus was able to detect her presence and stop her. She heard the other woman speak with a semi light heart, “Beggin yer pardon Miss Bloom.. ah jest needin te show Agent Smecker a little… demonstration.”<br /><br />Eunice Bloom smiled a little as she pulled the dagger out of the wood, and walking up towards the other two, she handed it back to the other woman in a sense of equality and partnership, “No skin off my teeth honey, as ah matter of fact I’m quite impressed with your senses…. Reminds me of the quickness of the boys…” <br /><br />She smiled slightly as she pocketed the dagger in her holder again, “Well... I did grow up with Connor and Murphy, so ye could say they’re more of my brothers, then actual cousins…” She then turned to the both of them, and said in a serious tone, “I have my license to work as any sort of nurse anywhere... I think that I’ll have the ability to sneak into Hoag quicker than most, and help smuggle in what the boys would need to help them escape…” <br /><br />Paul shook his head, a bit dumbfounded as he smiled slightly, throwing his hands up in the air, “All right... when do we start?”<br /><br />-------<br /><br />Within Hoag Maximum Security Prison, Connor and Murphy McManus were sitting in the special room set apart from the other inmates; So much the better. Being they didn’t have their guns or anything, didn’t mean that they didn’t have their own means of wanting to get out of there, or to “purify” all the tarnished souls that rested within the facility.<br /><br />With a twist of the door lock from across the room, the two boys looked up to see a guard walk in, only to do a double take when they saw the brunnete bombshell walking in with him. To the boys... it was as if they were seeing a ghost – or rather, an “Angel” of their past. The New Nurse they were bringing in, seemed a lot like Shannyn; their baby “sister” they left back home in Ireland. <br /><br />The new nurse smiled politely at the two boys as she went over to start checking Romeo’s vitals. She wondered if the other two knew of who she was… maybe they did maybe not. After all, it was more then likely they didn’t realize that she was called just as they were. <br /><br />However, it was more then likely that she was called to smite those that were evil; but she was also there to protect and care for his followers—like an angel would.<br /><br />Shannyn had become a nurse mainly from all the times that she cared for the boys. When they were growing up in Ireland, the boys just LOVED to get themselves in trouble. And to keep them from getting in trouble with Auntie Anne…Shan was the one who always patched them up. <br />So her thinking on the matter was she would take care of their friend Romeo until he was well again. She knew this would be the right course of action, because she knew that the boys wouldn’t want to risk losing another person close to them. They lost Rocco for their cause, and they lost the Detective known as Greenly. Knowing her boys, she wouldn’t allow another to be taken from them. <br /><br />-----<br /><br />The guard on duty had been watching the new nurse work. Like most perverted guards, he kept watching the nice roundness of her ass. It was rare when they allowed a nurse as hot as this one into the facility. As she bent over to inject an antibiotic into the IV that was strapped on to the Spic friend of the Saints, he twitched his fingers – wishing he could just go ahead and smack his large hand right across her backside. He knew that his pants were starting to feel unbearably tight. <br /><br />-----------<br /><br />Something within the way this guard was looking at the nurse- regardless if she looked like their Shannyn or not, was REALLY starting to irritate the shit out of Connor. Granted, the boys both were really protective of her, but Connor was the higher one of the two. When they were growing up, if anyone had so much LOOKED at Shannyn cross-eyed, Connor didn’t hesitate to beat the living shit out of him with Murphy’s help. <br />Looking over at his fraternal twin, he muttered to him in Russian, “<b>I don’t fucking care… he needs to stop looking at her like that or I swear I’m going to do something I’m going to regret..Even if it looks like her I can’t help myself…” </b><br /><br />Murphy gave him the stare as he replied back in Russian, <b>“Just take it easy.. it’s probably just our eyes playin a trick on us. It couldn’t be who we think it is…”</b> Granted, he had the same unease that Connor possessed, but there couldn’t be any possible way that it was their Shann. They left her back in Ireland when they came back to the States after the death of Father Douglas Mckinney. <br /><br />As the brothers were arguing, they heard the nurse speak up in the same tongue as they spoke, <b>“Just take it easy boys..”</b> This put them both at a standstill with their jaws on the floor as they saw the nurse turn to look at them with a soft, gentle smile before she continued, <b>“You have an angel watching your back right now…”</b><br /> <br />They watched as the nurse headed over towards the guard, who just had the hungry eyes of a man who wanted to ravish and devour her. Feeling her breath hot against the side of his neck, he wasn’t even paying any attention to the prick of a needle that was being injected against the side of his throat. Within a matter of a few seconds, he fell to the ground – completely unconscious.<br /><br />The nurse turned back to the boys, before holding up the syringe, and speaking now in an Irish accent that just made the image of this nurse being the missing angel they were thinking of all the more poignant. “That’s how you do it now itn’t it?”<br /><br />The boys were completely dumbfounded in shock and awe, before Connor had the ability to speak up first, “By all the Angels in heaven… Shan is that you ?” <br /><br />Taking off her nurses cap she undid the pin that held her hair up; giving the boys the full profile that was indeed their baby sister. “Well I sure ain’t a devil in angels clothing I can be tellin ye that much... “She teased him as she felt her lips spread out into a warm grateful smile. <br /><br />Connor was up on his feet in a flash as he strode across the room. With a quick fluid motion, he snatched Shannyn into his arms and held onto her for dear life. Damn, it felt good to let what his initial instincts wanted to do the entire time she walked into the room. After praising the Lord that she was safe, he pulled her back before cupping her face in his hands, “What the hell are ye doing here Shann? Are ye crazy?” he gently scolded her but couldn’t mean It. In all actuality he was happy to see her- one of the only other fully treasured people in his life beside his beloved fraternal twin.<br /><br />Murphy couldn’t help but grin happily before he stood up and made his way over after Connor’s initial snatchup to join the family reunion. He grabbed Shannyn from the waist and pulled her out of Connors embrace. “How many times had I told ye te share in the wealth?” he teased as he leaned his head down to give Shann a loving kiss to her temple. <br /><br />Shann gently pushed Connor’s cheek out of love as she felt Murphy pull her against his chest. “Ye jackass.. do ye honestly think I would leave the only two important people in my life to rot in this prison cell?” she demanded as she released her hold on Connor, proceeding to give Murphy the same loving attention . <br /><br />After a long moment, she turned her body around to face the two of them. “I’m working with some other friends of ours, and we’re gonna get ye three out of here… so until the meantime, I’m gonna be treatin ye friend Romeo here, till he’s well enough. So until then, keep yer heads down, and yer traps shut no matter what, ye hear me?” <br /><br />Connor and Murph smiled a little to each other at that. Out of all the doctors and Nurses in the world, the only one they’d want treating any friend of theirs, was their angel standing in the room right there. They stopped as Shann stood there, staring at them as she touched each of their cheeks, before plantin a kiss upon each one. “Oh thank the Lord ye both are all right…after… after hearing what happened..” <br /><br />Connor and Murph’s eyes lowered a little at the mention of that. They still had many nights where they had the horror of what was the death of their beloved Father. As much as it pained them, they knew that it had to just as hard on Shannyn…have to find out the news of Noah “Il Duce” McManus all the way in Ireland.<br /><br /><br />Grabbing onto each of their hands, she interlocked their fingers within hers, before she <br />whispered in French, <b>“We still have each other..And your Da would have wanted it that way…”</b> After a long moment, she released their hands, walking over to her cart, she pulled out two rosaries – their rosaries. “Keep these with ye till the right time…”<br /><br />The boys reached out and gingerly took the rosaries out of her hand, before she reached into her shirt, and pulled out her own. She composed herself before she glanced back over at the fallen guard, “Now, he’ll be awake in a few minutes. Remember… mind ye manners, and know an angel’s watching yer back here, ye got me?” She smiled a little sadly as she touched their cheeks.<br /><br />Connor kissed her hand touching his cheek, “Love ye Shann…” he whispered quietly as he noticed Murph silently nod his agreement out of the corner of his eye. <br /><br />Shann smiled sadly, before kissing each of them quickly. “I love ye both too.” She whispered. Taking a deep breath, she went to wake up the guard who was coming around, helping him realize he was probably just weak on his feet.<br /><br />-------<br /><br />It had only been a couple of weeks when Shann had re-entered the room of the Saints. Luckily, she was able to get the guard to “wait outside the door” while she went in alone with her cart. She had them check the initial part of it, it was clean. However.. she had her own.. surprises hidden deep within the compartment of her cart. <br /><br />She walked towards Romeo’s body and checked his vitals. They were getting better, but they still were far from being able to move him as of yet. She knew one way to get him out and on his feet again, but it would take some finagling. If she could work it out to make it seem that Romeo “died” while in Hoag… she could get Eunice and Dolly to pick the body up and get it to safety.<br /><br /> Feeling her phone vibrate out of her pocket, she picked it up and answered it. “Yes…” she said with as best of an American accent as she could administer. <br /><br />“It’s me…” she heard the voice of Detective Patrick Duffy on the other end of the conversation. <br /><br />Shan sighed inwardly in a little bit of relief as she said in the quietest of voices, her true voice escaping. “Were you able to attain the product I needed detective?” She inquired. The item in question was going to have to play a huge part with what they needed to do to get Romeo out of the prison – so that all she’d have to do, is worry on her boys. <br /><br />“We got it... took a little longer than we expected. I should be able to drop it off to you later on tonight.” Duffy confirmed as she almost thought she heard him smile on the other end of the phone. <br /><br />“Patrick...You’re a saint. You know that?” she thanked him as she looked down at the two sleeping boys on the other bunks. “You remind me of two boys I know…” <br /><br />“Tell em’ we give our regards, and that we’ll see em soon.” Duffy told her, “Be careful Shan. I’ll contact you later. “Just as the phone receiver went dead. <br /><br />As she closed her phone, she heard Connor’s voice say from his bed in a quiet whisper, “Duffy..?” he asked her without even opening his eyes. <br /><br />She smiled a little as she quietly walked over towards his bed and sat on the corner. “Aye… they came through on what I needed to get Romeo out of here and out of danger from these cannibal fuckers.” She muttered as she let her fingers run through his hair just slightly. “You holdin…?”<br /><br />“As best as can be expected bein within hell’s walls…” he told her honestly as he opened his eyes, transfixing them upon the young woman wearing the white uniform. “…However it makes a Saints heart ease a little when such an angel’s been watchin over us…” he teased, his lips turning up into a partial smile as he wraggled his eyebrows just slightly.<br /><br />Smirking slightly herself, she poked at his chest in rebuttal as she rolled her eyes. “Always gotta be the smartass…” she muttered quietly. After a moment, she motioned with her finger for him to get out of bed and to follow her. As she turned around, she could hear the quiet creak in the bed as Connor swung his legs over the side, and followed behind her.<br /><br />Getting over towards her nurses cart, she hit a particular portion of the plastic framing as a door popped open, and in thick rubber padding—lay four large pistols with silencers. Their guns. <br /><br />Staring at them in a huge amount of Shock, he gingerly picked them up out of the holders. “Where in heaven were you able to get them…?” he asked her before he glanced back to stare her in the eyes. He knew that when they were caught – their particular firearms they had at their last standoff were confiscated and if not… destroyed. <br /><br />She smiled at this and with one word said the only logical explanation. “Seamus.” Seamus was the boys’ gun dealer in Boston. She had gone to see him just a few days before to request if he had any other ones—ready to pay what was needed to him before Seamus shook his head. <br /><br />“Any family of those boys.. is family here. Give them my best m’dear. And tell ‘em that should they be needin anything..do not hesitate to call.” She quoted to him the message from their contact. <br /><br />Connor shook his head in bewilderment. He should have figured… somehow the good L ord always seemed to know and put the right path ahead of them when it was deemed necessary—and he had blessed them with a lot. <br /><br />His thought patterns were halted as he flinched, feeling a searing shot of pain fly down his arm as he twitched a little. His upper arm was still throbbing after the brawl that he and Murphy had gotten into against a few dumbass inmates. He didn’t want Shann to worry, so he tried to ignore and hide it.<br /><br />However, it didn’t work out like he thought when she felt Shan’s fingers reach over and grasp ahold of his arm, seeing the growing redness and irritation from the infection. “I Swear, what in the Saints have you two been doin when I aint here?” she cursed a little as she sat him down on a chair while she got to work breaking out the antibiotics and disinfectants to clean up and bandage his wound. “Sometimes I wonder..” he could almost hear her voice start to waiver a little, and a glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. <br /><br />Connor’s facial features softened a little as he cupped Shan’s face in his hands gently, brushing his thumbs across her jaw line by the corners of her eyes to prevent any tears from making their way down her perfect features. “Shann… cmon now. “ he soothed her before he made her look up into his gaze. <br /><br />“Now listen te me.. if it wasn’t for you… we’d probably have gotten our selves killed already from making a dumb ass mistake. Yer the only thing keeping us sane Shann.. yer the only thing we’ve got keeping us alive. Don’t forget that, ye hear me?” Watching her nod just a little in understanding, he leaned in and gave her a short if not almost ghostlike kiss against the corner of her mouth. “I love ye.. ye know that. Its as I said before.. none of that has changed.” <br /><br />Feeling his strong fingers hold her chin in his hands, she looked up at him before giving a small nod in understanding. “Just promise me, that you both will keep yourselves alive till we find a way to get the hell out this mess… then we’ll find a place... if we have to let Uncle Jacob find us an even quieter place back home in Ireland..”<br /><br />Smiling to himself, he realized that that had to be one of the best ideas that he ever had heard. Being somewhere far away from things, and living with the two family members who meant the world to him? “Promise…” he swore to her, before pulling her towards him, and wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head down against her neck, taking the opportunity to draw a little more strength from her before she was forced to sneak out again. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:xaequitas:2249 2010-03-19T03:51:42Z 2010-04-18T21:09:34Z <small> Murph had gotten himself home after pulling a double shift at the meat packing plant, to find Connor passed out sleepin on his cot. His face was still a little pale, and his breathin was slow and easy. <br /><br />To keep their money comin in, Murph had decided to work a couple of double shifts so that he and his brother could keep things going for the two of them. He would do it for however long it seemed to take till his brothers stomach was feelin better. A few days ago Connor woke up and he wasnt feelin all that hot, throwin up and unable to keep anything in his stomach. Murph told him to get his sick ass to bed and just rest while he went to pull in the extra time. <br /><br />Rubbing his eyes while he sat down on his side of his cot, he stopped when he heard the phone ringing off to the side. Getting up quickly, he went to make a mad dash for the phone so as not to wake Connor up he pushed the button fast. "'Ello?" <br /><br />"Murph is that you?" the raspy voice of their mother seemed to say on the other end. <br /><br />Murph let out a deep sigh as he leaned back on the couch, his exhaustion fully apparent as he closed his eyes, "Hey Ma...itn it late over there?" <br /><br />Annabelle Mcanus let out a slight bit of a half chuckle, "Ye know its never too late to have a couple. Sides.. Im drinkin off the pain in mah hand...had ta let Neville know whose boss this time round.." <br /><br />Murphy sat up a little as he heard this, his eyes going hard, "Uncle Neville? Is Shann okay? He didnt mess her up did he?" <br /><br />"Now dont you be worryin yer messed up head Murph. Ye Ma knows how ta take care o things. Where's that good fer nothin brother of yours?" she inquired. <br /><br />Murph looked over at the side where Connor was sleepin, "Asleep. He's been fightin a bit of the bug, so i've been pullin massive double shifts the last few days. Im fucking tired as shite..." <br /><br />Annabelle's voice sounded a little condoning as she sighed, "I swear both o ye never listen, and Shann was right on that. Did ye fix that tea with a shot o whiskey to sooth him?" <br /><br />"Yes mother.. I've made sure he's restin good. Ye know i wouldnt do anything to keep him healthy." Murph chimed as he rubbed his right eye. <br /><br />"But you better take care of your ass as well you pain in mine.. I aint goin to hear ye endin up in teh hospital for doing what ye are doin. Dont make me send Shann out there to take care of both yer asses." <br /><br />"Dont tempt us Ma... ye know we dont take a visit of Shann as anything but a moment of heaven here." Murph said with a smirk. "But yes Mother.. I promise to get some rest." <br /><br />"All right. I'll pass Shann the love from ye both. and if i hear you've been messing up again, i'll beat the two of you." <br /><br />"All right, love ye ma..." he said as he hung up the phone. moving to lay back on the old couch, before his eyes closed from a migraine forming at his head.</small> urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:xaequitas:1745 2010-03-11T03:48:23Z 2010-04-18T21:11:33Z <a name="cutid1"></a> It had only been a couple of weeks, when Shann had re-entered the room of the Saints. Luckily, she was able to get the guard to “wait outside the door” while she went in alone with her cart. She had them check the initial part of it, it was clean. However.. she had her own.. surprises hidden deep within the compartment of her cart—with surprises they would only assume to never forget of. <br /><br />She walked towards Romeo’s body and checked his vitals. They were getting better, but they still were far from being able to move him as of yet. She knew one way to get him out and on his feet again, but it would take some finagling. Feeling her phone vibrate out of her pocket, she picked it up and answered it. “Yes…” she said with as best of an American accent as she could administer. <br /><br />“It’s me…” she heard the voice of Detective Patrick Duffy on the other end of the conversation. <br /><br />Shan sighed inwardly in a little bit of relief as she said in the quietest of voices, her true voice escaping. “Were you able to attain the product I needed detective?” She inquired. The item in question was going to have to play a huge part with what they needed to do to get Romeo out of the prison – so that all she’d have to do, is worry on her boys. <br /><br />“We got it... took a little longer than we expected. I should be able to drop it off to you later on tonight.” Duffy confirmed as she almost thought she heard him smile on the other end of the phone. <br /><br />“Patrick...You’re a saint. You know that?” she thanked him as she looked down at the two sleeping boys on the other bunks. “You remind me of two boys I know…” <br /><br />“Tell em’ we give our regards, and that we’ll see em soon.” Duffy told her, “Be careful Shan. I’ll contact you later. “Just as the phone receiver went dead. <br /><br />As she closed her phone, she heard Connor’s voice say from his bed in a quiet whisper, “Duffy..?” he asked her without even opening his eyes as of yet. <br /><br />She smiled a little as she quietly walked over towards his bed and sat on the corner. “Aye… they came through on what I needed to get Romeo out of here and out of danger from these cannibal fuckers.” She muttered as she let her fingers run through his hair just slightly. “You holdin luv…?”<br /><br />“As best as can be expected bein within hell’s walls…” he told her honestly as he opened his eyes, transfixing them upon the young woman wearing the white uniform. “…However it makes a Saints heart ease a little when such an angel’s been watchin over us…” he teased, his lips turning up into a partial smile. <br /><br />Smirking slightly herself, she poked at his chest in rebuttal, before she motioned with her finger for him to get out of bed and to follow her. As she turned around, she could hear the quiet creak in the bed as Connor swung his legs over the side, and followed behind her.<br />Getting over towards her nurses cart, she hit a particular portion of the plastic framing as a door popped open, and in thick rubber padding—lay four large pistols with silencers. Their guns. <br /><br />Staring at them in a huge amount of Shock, he gingerly picked them up out of the holders. “Where in heaven were you able to get them…?” he asked her before he glanced back to stare her in the eyes. He knew that when they were caught – their particular firearms they had at their last standoff were confiscated and if not… destroyed. <br /><br />She smiled at this and with one word said the only logical explanation. “Seamus.” Seamus was the boys’ gun dealer in Boston. She had gone to see him just a few days before to request if he had any other ones—ready to pay what was needed to him before Seamus shook his head. <br /><br />“Any family of those boys.. is family here. Give them my best m’dear. And tell ‘em that should they be needin anything..do not hesitate to call.” She quoted to him the message from their contact. <br /><br />Connor shook his head in bewilderment. He should have figured… somehow the good L ord always seemed to know and put the right path ahead of them when it was deemed necessary—and he had blessed them with a lot. <br /><br />His thought patterns were halted when she felt Shan’s fingers reach over and grasp ahold of his arm, seeing a small gash that was getting a little red from infection. “I Swear, what in the Saints have you two been doin when I aint here?” she cursed a little as she sat him down on a chair while she got to work breaking out the antibiotics and disinfectants to clean up and bandage his wound. “Sometimes I wonder..” he could almost hear her voice start to waiver a little, and a glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. <br /><br />Connor’s facial features softened a little as he cupped Shan’s face in his hands gently, brushing his thumbs across her jaw line by the corners of her eyes to prevent any tears from making their way down her perfect features. “Now listen te me.. if it wasn’t for you… we’d probably have gotten our selves killed already from making a stupid mistake. Yer the only thing keeping us sane Shann.. yer the only thing we’ve got keeping us alive. Don’t forget that, ye hear me?” Watching her nod just a little in understanding, he leaned in and gave her a short if not almost ghostlike kiss against the corner of her mouth. “I love ye.. ye know that. Its as I said before.. none of that has changed.” <br /><br />Feeling his strong fingers hold her chin in his hands, she looked up at him before giving a small nod in understanding. “Just promise me, that you both will keep yourselves alive till we find a way to get the hell out this mess… then we’ll find a place... if we have to let Uncle Jacob find us an even quieter place back home in Ireland..”<br /><br />Smiling to himself, he realized that that had to be one of the best ideas that he ever had heard. Being somewhere far away from things, and living with the two family members who meant the world to him? “Promise…” he swore to her, before pulling her towards him, and wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head down against her neck, taking the opportunity to draw a little more strength from her before she was forced to sneak out again. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:xaequitas:492 2010-03-02T05:27:02Z 2010-03-02T05:27:02Z .......I still think I was first.