Written by: Lourdes, a.k.a. I Fancy Hugh Dancy

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By: Augustana

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed

You said

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains

Ooh yeah,

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains, oh yeah

She said I think I'll go to Boston
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain

I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice, oh yeah

You don't know me, you don't even care

Boston, where no one knows my name, yeah
Where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name
Yeah Boston
Where no one knows my name.

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Rating: T – MA for violence, language and adult situations.

Genre: Romance/Drama/Action/Crime

Summary: As Lourdes begins her new life in Boston, more obstacles threaten to tear her and Murphy apart. When a revelation shakes the MacManus family to its core, will they be able to distinguish ally from foe, or will their newfound "friends" be their downfall? Murphy/OC. Featuring "The Black Donnellys".

Influences: The Boondock Saints (naturally); The Black Donnellys; Snatch; Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels; Brotherhood.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fanfiction. People, places and names have been altered to fit into the plot. I do not own the Saints, any of the recognizable characters from the film or the Black Donnellys. I own Lourdes and various other stock characters that appear in the story.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm back, and so are Murphy and Lourdes! This is the sequel to "Even In Heaven". Although this can be read on its own, it's always good to get a background on the characters and the current situations, so this will make more sense if you've read the first installment. Other Boondock Saints fics that I've written: "Path To Sainthood" (Connor/OC), "Into The Dark" (Murphy-centric, Murphy/OC), and "Till Death Do Us Part" (OneShot), so check those out if you have the time!

Also, if you haven't heard of show "The Black Donnellys", it's one of the best cancelled shows ever, in my opinion. Watching a few episodes will probably help you picture and characterize the Donnelly brothers, which will definitely be useful for this story.

I would love to hear from anyone and everyone. Any comments, questions, corrections, constructive criticism, suggestions and encouragement are welcome and appreciated!

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Chapter 1: Shipping Up To Boston

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"Signal Fire"

By: Snow Patrol

The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cause there was nothin' in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me.
All I wanted just sped right past me,
While I was rooted fast to the earth,
I could be stuck here for a thousand years,
Without your arms to drag me out.

There you are standing right in front of me
There you are standing right in front of me
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.

No, I don't want to wait forever.

In the confusion and the aftermath,
You are my signal fire.
The only resolution and the only joy,
Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.

No, I don't want to wait forever.

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As my eyes drifted towards the midnight sky of South Boston, the quiet rumblings of a coming storm threatened in the distance. Thunderclaps zigzagged through the velvet blanket that covered the entire city as winds menacingly pushed the objects below to and fro. But despite the gloomy atmosphere that surrounded me, I wasn't in the least bit bothered. Standing peacefully upon the balcony of my modest apartment, my attention was kept – rather, held captive – by the glint of the diamond ring that wrapped around my dainty finger. Ball and chain, it has been called in good humour. Though in my eyes, it represented my freedom, my deepest desires, and the happiness that I had been waiting for my entire life – literally.

It represented Murphy MacManus.

"Lourdes, would ye please help me find some o' me clothes, 'ere? Although it may make ye all hot and bothered, me runnin' 'round in me birthday suit ain't gonna make any o' yer peepin' neighbours happy, now will it?" Murphy paused thoughtfully for a brief moment, then, with a shrug, mused to himself, "Well, maybe excludin' Steve on the third floor. Ya know, that guy's been fuckin' comin' on ta me for weeks! Have I ever told ye that?" With more rummaging and light cursing as a result from stubbed toes on the coffee table, he continued on his quest to find, in the least bit to salvage a bit of decency, his underpants.

Aye, that was the man I loved; the man I was going to marry in less than a year.

His continuous mumblings finally managed to grab hold of my attention, encouraging me to sigh in amusement and shake my head. Poking my head through the sliding glass doors to survey the main room of my new home, I caught the sight of Murphy's faint silhouette, covering every inch of the apartment as the search for clothes seemingly went unsuccessfully. Clearing my throat, I suggested mockingly, "Darlin', maybe it would help if you turned the lights on before you start looking? You're ruining all of my furniture!"

Murphy stopped in his tracks at this exclamation, then blinked in surprise. Pointing a guilty finger in my direction, he cried, "Yer furniture is ruining me!" Scoffing, he crossed his arms tightly upon his chest in the unpleasant manner of a five-year-old, holding up his chin with eternal pride. He declared with steadfast conviction whilst pursing his lips, "And I can't seem ta find the light switch."

Murphy MacManus, a Saint of South Boston: lethal with an arsenal of guns, knives and rope, though unable to find a simple light switch.

Boston - for a lack of a better, more polite term - is fucked.

Stepping into the room as I slid the glass doors closed behind me, I made my way past the disgruntled, and yet proud, Irishman, shaking my head in mock disappointment. Finally discovering the problem, I exclaimed in bemused exasperation, "It's no wonder you couldn't find the switch – your bloody shirt's covering it!"

Murphy instantaneously snapped his fingers at my proclamation, then pointed at me with a nod. "I knew that."


"So are ye all packed and ready ta go, dear?"

I twisted my head towards the sound of Ma MacManus' solemn, yet optimistic voice. Meeting her twinkling, bright-blue orbs, I threw her a small smile in response as I zipped closed the last of my luggage. "Aye, just about ready to go, Ma. That's the last of my things, I believe."

She crossed her arms lightly in front of her as she thoroughly observed me, lightly shaking her head. "Ye know, yer parents are still tryin' ta convince ye not ta go, aye? They haven't given me Murph a break for the past week or so! Seems like the closer we get ta the date o' yer flight, the more they complain." She cocked her head towards the nearby nightstand, declaring with raised eyebrows, "Ye should hear all o' the messages they left on the bloody answering machine. They sound like they'll never see ye again or somethin'!"

Letting out a small giggle, I nodded in complete understanding, reminiscing about the non-stop barrages from my parents about staying put in Dublin. Whether it was agitation, worry, or complete sadness, the emotions that they felt were so strong that, even on the date of my departure, they continued to try and persuade me – along with Murphy as well – to stay. "I need a change," I told them months before the flight, reasoning, "and I think this is the right one for me."

And I truly believed, deep down to the depths of my being, that it was.

My reverie was interrupted by the feeling of Murphy's arms wrapping around me from behind. Smiling as I felt his warm lips kiss the side of my neck, I twisted my head to face him, nuzzling his nose with my own. "Are you finally ready, darling? You take longer than I do to pack!"

"Couldn't fit my shite in the suitcase." He simply shrugged, moving with a nonchalant gait as he easily lifted my belongings. "Connor had ta stand on it while I used duct tape ta get it closed."

I blinked in bewilderment, eyes slightly shifting from side to side. I reiterated unsurely, "Um…you used…duct tape?"

"Aye. The staples wouldn't work, so we resorted ta that." Another complacent shrug. "Pretty clever, I think."

My disappointed groan was interrupted by Connor's call through the main door. Ensuing to round us all up before we missed our flight, my soon-to-be brother-in-law animatedly shooed Murphy and me outside, grabbing the rest of our belongings and shoving them as tightly as possible into their car. Ma immediately strode to her husband's side, who was already at the wheel, as Connor took the front seat and I joined Murphy at the back.

As Murphy rolled down his window, Ma instantly took a hold of his nose, giving it a light pinch. "Now ye take care o' her, ye hear, boy?" Even though Murphy gave her an obedient nod, she continued her chiding, "If ye don't, yer not only gonna get a beatin' from 'er parents, but from me as well!"

Crawling over Murphy with a laugh, I embraced Ma one last time through the open window, now feeling a bit saddened by our departure. "And you take care of yourself while we're gone, Ma. I promise we'll visit soon."

End Flashback

Murphy MacManus really had not changed one bit. Even after our reunion almost half a year prior, after over ten years of not seeing or even contacting one another, he was still the same ol' Murphy in my eyes. The trials and tribulations that I had undergone over the past few months with a dick of an ex-boyfriend and, as a whole, the Irish mob based in Dublin, had not been the easiest situations to deal with. Needless to say, the revelations of the returned Mr. MacManus and the Saints in general had not been one easy pill to swallow. Though, as time went on, I slowly began to feel that pill's effects; it was not one of sedation, but that of understanding and, somewhat, mild acceptance. I continued to refuse to be involved in any of it, though: the planning, the stake-outs, and the hits. It works out rather well, for neither Murphy nor his family allow me to become involved again. Nor would I ever want to, for that matter. Though as much as I hated to admit it to the MacManuses, even Murphy's continuing compassion, kindness and love didn't dissuade me from always worrying and praying for their safe return. Murphy was a friend – a fiancée, for Christ's sake – and all it took was a scrape or a bump on any part of his body to trigger my traumatic memories about his "job". Would I ever be able to muster the courage to actually ask him to…quit?

Would he ever quit?

The feeling of Murphy's sturdy, warm arms slinking around my waist brought me back to reality. Completely confident, he declared without a hint of question, "Ye have that distant, thoughtful look in yer pretty eyes again." He began to delicately nuzzle my ear and cheek with his nose, then rested his smooth chin upon my shoulder. "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

"You." I answered truthfully with a small smile, wrapping my arms around his smooth neck as I turned to fully face him. Eyes conspicuously sweeping through his bare body, I corrected with a pleased smile, "Us."

He cocked a brow in question, lips pursed in mischievous inquiry. "Is that a euphemism for, 'Oi, Murph, let's have sex again'? Because if it is…"

"Murphy!" I lightly scolded in good humour, mouth slightly apart at his predictably unabashed behaviour. "You really don't stop, do you?"

"Oi," he gave me a shrug, gingerly tracing his slick lips upon the side of my exposed neck, "Ye know that the only reason why I ain't livin' with ye is because neither o' us would do anythin' productive with our lives…well, in the socially practical sense o' the term. Admit it, Lou." Grazing his lips upon the side of my ear, he whispered in sheer seduction, "Ye enjoy every moment of coital bliss as I do. Probably even more, ye sex kitten, ye."

Waves of shivers ran up and down my spine as the sound of his voice filled my very being. How the bloody hell does he manage to affect me like this? Peering into his steel-blue, twinkling orbs, I replied proudly, "Damn straight, MacManus! You know my life would be incomplete without tussles in the sack with you!"

In response, his body entirely shook with a mirthful laugh, that innocent smile of his reaching his eyes. "This is why I love ye." Suddenly jerking me towards him so that our bodies lightly collided, he whispered hoarsely, eyes on fire, "Looks like I won't be needing those clothes after all."

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A/N: How did you all like your Valentine's Day present? The new adventure is only beginning! If this completely sucked, please let me know. I'm trying to juggle writing in different styles and voices for a few fics of mine, so I just wanted to know if I had my "Even In Heaven" writing mojo back. I'd like to hear from all of you! So if you'd like to see me continue this story, let me know! xx IFHD