SAINTS&SINNERS 4/?
the black donnellys/boondock saints crossover
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store and looked out the windows to try and see if he could figure out which way to go because he had no idea how to get the donnelly's bar from where he currently was. he couldn't figure it out, though, so he decided to turn the car around and head back the way they had come from. he figured he would find the bar eventually.
"nice place you got here," murphy said, blowing out smoke and glancing around the darkened room. it was a small bar, but it had that homely irish feel to it that he always felt at doc's, and he liked that feeling and the bar, and he liked the donnelly brothers. he felt sad realizing that he and connor were going to have to leave soon, knowing that they'd probably never see the donnellys again. he wondered if they would ever even come back to new york. connor was sitting beside him, sipping at a beer slowly, quiet and thinking; he hadn't said a word since they'd gotten to the bar. murphy knew he didn't want to be there, knew that connor would have liked for them never to have even stopped for smokes in the first place-even if they had saved kevin's life in doing so-and he could feel anger burning in him. so what if they took a quick break, had gone to the firecracker lounge for a few beers before leaving new york city? their da wasn't even going to be at the motel until the next afternoon so why did they have to be there so early? they had at least until morning to get there, and that would save them some money, too, wouldn't it? it was nearing ten o'clock at night; by the time they got to the motel it would be close to midnight but murphy was sure they'd be charged a day's rent for it anyway. if they didn't show up until morning they would only have to pay a day, at least, maybe two or three extra depending how long da wanted to stay-not long, murphy thought, because they were all over the news and they would need to at least be out of new york by the end of the week; it was a wonder only one of these brothers seemed to know who they were, an even bigger one they weren't recognized in the hospital, and that had bugged connor too: he had wanted to drop them off at the hospital and leave but murphy had said it would be kind of rude to do so, considering the brothers would have no way home without them. "you just want that beer,"connor had hissed, smacking murphy's arm. "you know da wants us outta the city murph." murphy had shrugged but said nothing. maybe he was interested in free beer-why the hell wouldn't he be?- but that wasn't the only reason why he'd wanted to stick around. he liked the donnelly brothers, they seemed like nice enough guys, and it would be a pretty shitty move to ditch them at the hospital with no way of getting back home. connor nudged him, dragging him away from his thoughts and back to the bar. "think we should head out soon," he said. he sounded bored. he looked tired. murphy shrugged. "thought they wanted us to vouch for kevin's story."
connor sighed and turned away from murphy. to anybody else this might have seemed like an end to the conversation but murphy knew that this was just connor's way of telling him that he didn't really care what murphy was saying because he was saying something else and that's all that mattered.
"con, c'mon-"
"don't, murphy. you heard what da said, alright? it's too dangerous for us to still be here in the city."
"it's nearly midnight!" murphy hissed, a little loudly; his harsh words drew the attention of the three brothers and he shrunk down on his stool and continued to speak in a lower voice, nearly whispering: "nobody out after midnight is gonna care about us, okay?"
"fuck off, a'ight?" connor said. "i know that. but da said-"
"shut up!" murphy shouted, and this time the donnellys looked ready to intervene, but connor was standing and moving towards the exit so they backed off, gave the older man room as he passed by. murphy was still sitting on his stool, sucking in as much nicotine as he could from his half burnt out cigarette. he didn't want to follow connor out of the bar but if he didn't connor would just come back in and drag him out.
"fuck," murphy hissed. "i'm really sorry. con's just...worried. we were supposed to meet somebody and he thinks we're gonna piss em off if we don't show up like, six hours in advance."
murphy stood up and cracked the bones in his neck and back before downing the rest of connor's beer in one go. the crazy bastard had only taken a few small sips and murphy wasn't one to waste beer. especially when it was free.
"we all have three brothers," tommy said. "we get it. and, uh, good luck. and again, thanks. you saved kevin's life, and. and we owe you big for that."
"don't bother," murphy said with a shrug. he could see connor hovering outside the door and he sighed. "i really gotta go, though."
tommy and jimmy both nodded, said goodbye in sync, voices the same. they sounded tired, angry. murphy didn't blame them, not really, and when he looked over at kevin slouched in a cheap plastic chair beside the bar-he'd disappeared into the basement for a few minutes when they'd first arrived and returned with the chair, and murphy had thought it was weird because there were plenty of bar stools that he could have sat on but he didn't question the young man, just watched as he silently unfolded the chair (away from the others, avoiding his brothers for as long as he could) and sat down, hunched down, trying to seem smaller than he was because he was skinny but he was also tall and that height could make him seem bigger even when everyone in the room probably outweighed him-he really couldn't blame the two oldest donnellys for worrying so much because he'd felt that way about connor many times, although he knew not nearly as much as connor worried about him (and he hated it because he knew that was a trait that made him the younger brother even though their ma had never confirmed anything).
murphy met up with connor outside of the bar and neither one said anything. connor just went straight to their car and got in, started it up before murphy had even reached the curb. he pulled away, probably too fast, before murphy could get his door shut (it stuck often, and most of the time he could hear it banging, slightly loose, never in place with the frame, as they drove) and murphy just sighed and lit another cigarette. it was definitely going to be a long drive.
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store and looked out the windows to try and see if he could figure out which way to go because he had no idea how to get the donnelly's bar from where he currently was. he couldn't figure it out, though, so he decided to turn the car around and head back the way they had come from. he figured he would find the bar eventually.
"nice place you got here," murphy said, blowing out smoke and glancing around the darkened room. it was a small bar, but it had that homely irish feel to it that he always felt at doc's, and he liked that feeling and the bar, and he liked the donnelly brothers. he felt sad realizing that he and connor were going to have to leave soon, knowing that they'd probably never see the donnellys again. he wondered if they would ever even come back to new york. connor was sitting beside him, sipping at a beer slowly, quiet and thinking; he hadn't said a word since they'd gotten to the bar. murphy knew he didn't want to be there, knew that connor would have liked for them never to have even stopped for smokes in the first place-even if they had saved kevin's life in doing so-and he could feel anger burning in him. so what if they took a quick break, had gone to the firecracker lounge for a few beers before leaving new york city? their da wasn't even going to be at the motel until the next afternoon so why did they have to be there so early? they had at least until morning to get there, and that would save them some money, too, wouldn't it? it was nearing ten o'clock at night; by the time they got to the motel it would be close to midnight but murphy was sure they'd be charged a day's rent for it anyway. if they didn't show up until morning they would only have to pay a day, at least, maybe two or three extra depending how long da wanted to stay-not long, murphy thought, because they were all over the news and they would need to at least be out of new york by the end of the week; it was a wonder only one of these brothers seemed to know who they were, an even bigger one they weren't recognized in the hospital, and that had bugged connor too: he had wanted to drop them off at the hospital and leave but murphy had said it would be kind of rude to do so, considering the brothers would have no way home without them. "you just want that beer,"connor had hissed, smacking murphy's arm. "you know da wants us outta the city murph." murphy had shrugged but said nothing. maybe he was interested in free beer-why the hell wouldn't he be?- but that wasn't the only reason why he'd wanted to stick around. he liked the donnelly brothers, they seemed like nice enough guys, and it would be a pretty shitty move to ditch them at the hospital with no way of getting back home. connor nudged him, dragging him away from his thoughts and back to the bar. "think we should head out soon," he said. he sounded bored. he looked tired. murphy shrugged. "thought they wanted us to vouch for kevin's story."
connor sighed and turned away from murphy. to anybody else this might have seemed like an end to the conversation but murphy knew that this was just connor's way of telling him that he didn't really care what murphy was saying because he was saying something else and that's all that mattered.
"con, c'mon-"
"don't, murphy. you heard what da said, alright? it's too dangerous for us to still be here in the city."
"it's nearly midnight!" murphy hissed, a little loudly; his harsh words drew the attention of the three brothers and he shrunk down on his stool and continued to speak in a lower voice, nearly whispering: "nobody out after midnight is gonna care about us, okay?"
"fuck off, a'ight?" connor said. "i know that. but da said-"
"shut up!" murphy shouted, and this time the donnellys looked ready to intervene, but connor was standing and moving towards the exit so they backed off, gave the older man room as he passed by. murphy was still sitting on his stool, sucking in as much nicotine as he could from his half burnt out cigarette. he didn't want to follow connor out of the bar but if he didn't connor would just come back in and drag him out.
"fuck," murphy hissed. "i'm really sorry. con's just...worried. we were supposed to meet somebody and he thinks we're gonna piss em off if we don't show up like, six hours in advance."
murphy stood up and cracked the bones in his neck and back before downing the rest of connor's beer in one go. the crazy bastard had only taken a few small sips and murphy wasn't one to waste beer. especially when it was free.
"we all have three brothers," tommy said. "we get it. and, uh, good luck. and again, thanks. you saved kevin's life, and. and we owe you big for that."
"don't bother," murphy said with a shrug. he could see connor hovering outside the door and he sighed. "i really gotta go, though."
tommy and jimmy both nodded, said goodbye in sync, voices the same. they sounded tired, angry. murphy didn't blame them, not really, and when he looked over at kevin slouched in a cheap plastic chair beside the bar-he'd disappeared into the basement for a few minutes when they'd first arrived and returned with the chair, and murphy had thought it was weird because there were plenty of bar stools that he could have sat on but he didn't question the young man, just watched as he silently unfolded the chair (away from the others, avoiding his brothers for as long as he could) and sat down, hunched down, trying to seem smaller than he was because he was skinny but he was also tall and that height could make him seem bigger even when everyone in the room probably outweighed him-he really couldn't blame the two oldest donnellys for worrying so much because he'd felt that way about connor many times, although he knew not nearly as much as connor worried about him (and he hated it because he knew that was a trait that made him the younger brother even though their ma had never confirmed anything).
murphy met up with connor outside of the bar and neither one said anything. connor just went straight to their car and got in, started it up before murphy had even reached the curb. he pulled away, probably too fast, before murphy could get his door shut (it stuck often, and most of the time he could hear it banging, slightly loose, never in place with the frame, as they drove) and murphy just sighed and lit another cigarette. it was definitely going to be a long drive.