Connor's Shamrock

Boondock Saints
Pairing: Pre-slash, C/M
Disclaimer:Don't own, wish I did...damn that Troy Duffy...just using them, hope they don't mind...
A/N: This is my first Boondock Saints fanfiction. I am gradually working up to heavier slash. Cross your fingers!


A thirteen year old Murphy charged through the house, knocking over one of the chairs to the kitchen table. He skidded to a halt right inside of the living room. Darting glances from side to side, he crept up to the corner where his brother was kneeling on rice. "Psst..Con...Connor, is Mah still aroun'?"

"No, Murph. Now, bugger off, 'fore she catches you talkin' to me. You know she has eyes and ears everywhere."

"I can't, Con. You have to come with me...NOW!"

"I can't, Murph. She catches me out of the corner and I won be able to sit right for a week. Now, leave me be."

"But, Con...you have to come with me. It's the only way."

"The only way wha, Murphy?" His twin's eyebrows knit with concern. "Is someone botherin' you out there?"

Murphy thought for a moment. If it would get Connor outta that damn corner. "Yeah, that stupid ole' Cillian Brady won leave me 'lone. I need your help."

Connor jumped up and limped over to the kitchen, dusting lingering rice from the knees of his pants. "Where is he?"

"Let me show you!" Murphy dashed to the lead and started down the lane.

"Wait, Murph. Jaysus, I can't feel my shins, and you want me to go run a fricken marathon."

Murphy stuck his hands into his pockets. "Sorry." he mumbled before backtracking to Connor and wrapping an arm around his waist, allowing his brother to lean on him for support. At least, until his legs came back to life.

Connor wrapped an arm around Murphy's neck, clinging to him for support. At least, until his legs came back to life.

They walked like this down the lane, keeping their eyes open for signs of Mah. About five minutes later, Connor slowly let himself rest more and more on his own legs.

"How are you doin', Con?"

"I'm good, now."

"Good! Let's go."

"Murphy!" Connor screamed as his twin ran out ahead. He had no choice but to run himself, trying to catch up to him. He saw Murphy take a left turn onto the driveway of the MacEntire place. Connor broke out in a sprint. 'Please don't let the dogs be out...please...please...' he chanted to himself. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that he ran smack into Murphy. "Ow.." he said, picking himself up off the ground and rubbing his backside.

"Watch where ya goin', Connor." Murph said before going back to leaning over the grass right around the edge of the driveway.

"What are you doin', Murphy?" Connor asked. "And where is Cillian?"

"Ahhh!" was the only answer he got.

"What?" he asked, leaning over where Murphy was looking.

"Do you see it?"

"See what, Murph?"

"There...the shamrock."

"You drug me all the way out of the house, chancing a tanned backside from Mah, just to show me a piece of grass? Jaysus, Murph."

Murphy looked up at Connor with a look on his face that could have stopped a train. "It's not a piece of grass, Con. It's a four leaf clover."

"What?"

"You know how you and I would go lookin' for them, and I would find 3, or 4, and you wouldn't find any? Remember? And, I would try to give you one, and you would say, "It's not the same, Murph. I have to pick it for meself." Well, I have been lookin' for one since that day, and here she is. Here is your four leaf."

"Murphy..."

"Well, ain't ya gonna pick her?"

Connor kneeled down on his knees, not even aware of the stinging pain. He was more concentrated on the stinging beneath his eyelids. He reached out, and tugged the little clover out of it's spot in the earth. He held it close to his face, counting the leaves, admiring the greeness, anything to keep from looking at Murphy.

"Come on, man. Mah is going to skin you if she catches you out of the corner." Murphy grabbed Connor's free hand and yanked him off his knees and all the way home. Right before they opened the back door, Murphy heard Mah's voice down the street, calling a hello to their neighbor, Mrs. Bennigan. He pushed Connor into the house and whispered," To the corner, man!" before running around the house to catch Mah, right before she opened the front door. "Mah!"

"Murphy? Look at you! You are a mess. You have mud all over your best pants. Go to the corner, young man. Go...go...I don't want to hear any of your excuses. I want you kneelin' when I get out of the kitchen with your rice."

"Yes, Mah." Murphy sighed as he trudged in behind her.

A/N: I am debating continuing...let me know if i should? Cheers!