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"The Planets Bend Between Us"

By: Snow Patrol

The winter's marked the Earth
It's floored with frozen glass
You slip into my arms
And you quickly correct yourself

Your freezing speech bubbles
Seem to hold your words aloft
I want the smoky clouds of laughter
To swim about me forever more

I will race you to the waterside
And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud
So they could hear it in America
It's all for you.

The shells crack under our shoes
Like punctuation points
The planets bend between us
A hundred million suns and stars

The sea filled in the silence
Before you said those words
And now even in the darkness
I can see how happy you are

I will race you to the waterside
And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud
So they could hear it in a America
It's all for you

It's all for you

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

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

Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst/Crime

Summary: Catriona learns the price of being the daughter of the Mayor of Boston. Vacillating between truth and lies, will she find what she is looking for? And will notorious criminals of South Boston suddenly become her guardian Saints in the process? Rating will go up in later chapters.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fan fiction. People, places and names have been altered to fit the plot. I do not own the Saints or any recognizable characters from the film. I own Catriona and the various stock characters that appear in the story.

Author's Note: Surprised to see me back? Yes, it's been a while, and I can explain. My computer crashed, and I lost all of my files and stories. I had hundreds of pages lined up for my Boondock fics, but alas, their fate now lies in the hands of computer technicians. Hopefully they'll be able to back-up my files and I'll have the rest of my work ready to go and posted as soon as I can. In the interim, I've procured a new computer. I was suddenly inspired after watching some action movies with my Da and subsequently listening to the above Snow Patrol song. Plus, I missed writing and missed this fandom! Hopefully this new addition to my ever-growing BDS fics collection will live up to your expectations…and then some. Enjoy!

Other BDS fics I've written:

- "In His Eyes": Murphy/OC.

- "Diapers, Pacifiers and Milk, Oh My!": Oneshot featuring Murphy and mini-Murphy.

- "Even In Heaven": Murphy/OC.

- "Even In Heaven II: Saints' Scourge": Murphy/OC.

- "Path To Sainthood": Connor/OC.

- "Path To Sainthood II: Into Your Arms": Connor/OC.

- "Into the Dark": Murphy/OC.

- "Till Death Do Us Part": Oneshot. Literally.

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

Special thanks go out to all of you who have supported me and continue to support me. Go raibh maith agat! xx IFHD

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Chapter 1: Taken

"As your new Mayor, I promise to do everything in my power to apprehend the vigilantes referred to as 'The Saints'. The safety of those who reside in this great city of ours is my number one priority, and I will do whatever I can to bring peace and security back to Boston…"

Catriona Barcelon felt a proud smile tugging upon the side of her lips as she turned off the television with a curt press of the remote. "There you go again, daddy…off trying to save all of Boston again." She gave her head a bemused shake before enunciating an involuntary yawn. Feeling the pull of her heavy eyelids, she finally realized that it was well past midnight. Closing her laptop monitor, she resolved to call it a night, choosing to give her sleep-deprived body a rest instead of finishing the rest of her assignments and reports for the following day.

Working for her father certainly had its perks.

Donning a red, satin dress after she had freshened up, Catriona made her way from the bathroom through the single, narrow corridor that led to her bedroom. Turning off the hallway light as she reached for the doorknob, she suddenly heard an almost inaudible creak coming from behind her. She stopped fully in her tracks, feet rooted to the ground. Listening intently for another moment, she heard nothing but the wind pounding upon the window before her.

As she began to walk further, however, she immediately tensed as she heard another creak. It was much more distinct than the first time.

Catriona would never consider herself as having a sixth sense, but whatever instinct that she possessed, it suddenly flared within her in red warning. Whirling around in an about-face, her cerulean eyes immediately landed upon the shadowed figure of a tall, imposing man in front of her. Before she could let out a sound, however, he rapidly took possession of her body with an adamantine grip and pressed a flat palm upon her entire mouth. Even though she bucked and kicked in order to try and free herself, her captor held her steady, easily overpowering her as his arms coiled even more tightly around her lean body.

"Shhh, hey, hey, I ain't gonna `urt ye," the stranger hissed into her right ear, his breath warm against her flushed cheek, "Ye gotta listen ta me, Catriona…"

Catriona mumbled something incomprehensible into her captor's palm as she knitted her brows in bewilderment. How the hell does he know my name? She inwardly hissed, attempting to push his arms away from her body once more. Shit! He knows who I am. He's going to kill me…

"If ye wanna live, love, yer gonna keep as quiet as possible an' follow me, alright?"

The Irish lilt that comprised his voice, coupled with its soothing tone, was almost enough to arouse belief within her. Though, in her present physical situation, everything that this Irishman was saying was naught but a cover for his true intentions. Catriona had been warned about assassination attempts on her father before. It was even ingrained in her mind that there may be possible attempts on her life as well. And, now that such a situation was transpiring, the training that she had undergone seemed nothing but a distant memory.

Even amidst her panic, a semblance of rationality flickered in her mind; probably the manifestation of a sad excuse for a defense mechanism. Stop panicking and think! She felt the maniacal pounding of her heart and the oncoming dizziness as blood rushed to her head. He's not pointing a gun to your head, so fucking fight him off! If you want to see your father again, or anyone else that you care about, then fight. Him. Off!

She couldn't pinpoint the origin of her strength and gall, but, in what seemed like a flash, she had somehow managed to elbow her attacker in the solar plexus, causing him to double over with a groan. With considerable effort, she was finally able to writhe free of his hold. Scrambling towards the far end of the corridor, she felt her knees buckle below her as she attempted to wildly flee for her life. She didn't get far with her struggle to escape, for as she turned the corner and burst into the living room, another man stepped out in front of her and blocked her route.

He quickly held out his open hands in front of him as though in surrender. "Catriona, calm down. We're tryin' ta 'elp ye, no' 'urt ye. Now, if ye would just listen ta us fer a second…"

"Connor, they're 'ere."

Breathing heavily, Catriona twisted her head to the sound of the disturbingly soothing voice. She perceived her first captor carefully peeking through her window blinds, trying to remain inconspicuous as he firmly pressed his back upon the side wall. Turning his attention to whom he referred to as 'Connor', he gave his head a curt tilt towards the front door before stalking towards them.

Catriona cowered back and landed right into Connor's grip. Whirling her around to face him, his steel-blue eyes landed upon her in consternation. Giving her a shake for good measure, he whispered in haste, "There's no time. There are assassins tha' are goin' ta barge right through yer front door at any moment now. I understand tha' we 'ave a lot o' explainin' ta do, but tha' ain't gonna be much 'elp if ye're dead." Catriona felt a shiver run down her spine at this statement, but eventually allowed him to proceed without protest, "Go wid me brother Murphy 'ere. 'e'll take ye somewhere safe."

"We know tha' we can't 'ave yer trust right now," Murphy chimed in, holding out his hand in invitation before her, "but it's either ye choose ta come wid us an' live, or ye choose ta stay 'ere an' die. It's tha' simple, love." He thrust his hand in front of her once more, more firmly this time. "So what's it gonna be?"

With a menacing growl, Catriona rudely slapped his extended hand away. "Get the fuck away from me! Both of you!" Her eyes frantically darted through her abode, attempting to find another escape route from the two Irishmen before her. Just as she spotted and zoned in on the back window, they heard the front door break and collapse with a violent bang. Feeling her heart leap to her throat at the foretold intrusion, Catriona jumped back in shock and nearly lost her footing. Though, before she hit the ground, she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back upright.

Her eyes locked upon fiery, sapphire orbs.

"Yer comin' wid me, whether ye want ta live or not," Murphy snarled as his right hand snatched her wrist, "'cause I sure as 'ell don't…"

Murphy's sentence was rudely interrupted by a fusillade of bullets ripping through the wall beside him. Pulling Connor down to the ground with his free hand, he cursed at the fact that they had been spotted so quickly. As the two Irishmen swiftly retreated towards the back door, they returned fire with identical silencers, satisfaction rising within them as groans of pain and thuds of bodies echoed throughout the house. Catriona winced at the deafening and destabilizing exchange, having little choice but to escape her home with the two, unknown men.

Chill air struck their faces as they burst into the backyard. Stealthily moving beside the west wall of the house, Connor took the lead, gun poised and ready in front of him. Murphy followed a few paces behind, keeping his firm grip upon Catriona's wrist as he pulled her closely behind him. Spotting their vehicle a few houses down to their left, Connor simply hissed to his brother, "We do as planned," and then bolted into the night without another word.

It seemed as though every emotion was coursing through Catriona's body all at once. She shook momentarily as the events unraveling before her finally weighed upon her mind. Vehemently clutching the front of Murphy's grey shirt without warning, she pulled him towards her and snapped viciously, "I want to know what the fuck is going on! If this is all a charade, a fucking pretense before killing me, then I…"

"If we wanted ta kill someone, sweet'eart, we wouldn't hesitate fer a second."

Catriona involuntarily shuddered at the assuredness in the Irishman's voice. The two locked eyes once more; Catriona seemed to be searching for more answers while Murphy was merely waiting for her reaction.

After a few heartbeats, they suddenly became aware of the closeness in which they were standing. Almost in unison, they took a step back away from one another, still shrouded in perfect silence. Neither seemed to make a move for what seemed like an eternity.

It was Murphy who broke the trance first as he held out his gun and cocked it in front of him. "Stay hidden until I make sure tha coast is clear." He peered at her through the corner of his eyes, his voice softening. "Then, we'll go."

With a gulp, Catriona found her voice to weakly question, "Go where?"

"Ta me home."

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A/N: Well, how`s that for my comeback? That was certainly fun to write! Are you guys liking this story so far, and should I continue? Let me know what you think! xx IFHD