Author's Note: This is my first "published" endeavor into the fan fiction world. I'm a bit nervous about it. As of now only one person has read this. I would like to thank PixiePhotos for giving me a little push to put this into the open (if you haven't read her stories, go now! Do not stop, do not collect $200, just GO and read!). Please feel free to review, but be gentle... Also this is unbetad, so any mistakes are mine alone.

Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/Connor/Murphy/Rocco or anything else that was in the movie. That's all Troy Duffy (brilliant man that he is). I do not have any claim or rights to any song lyrics or titles that I use. Make This Go On Forever is all Snow Patrol. Boston is all Augustana. All I can lay claim on is Kherington and Ava at this point and any plot line that was not in the movie.

Chapter 1 (Boston):

"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'm bored."

I looked up from my computer, pushing my reading glasses up my nose as my best friend and roommate collapsed on the couch across from me. "And you expect me to do what exactly?" I asked her, returning my focus to the screen in front of me.

"Kherington! We've been here a month already!" she whined. "We have yet to explore the city or do anything outside of this cramped apartment!"

I rolled my eyes, still focusing on the screen. "Ava, I'm sorry if my wanting to get a job to continue to afford this 'cramped apartment' is ruining your plans. I never told you that you couldn't go out without me."

I could feel her eyes glaring into my temple. "Are you kidding? Why the hell would I go out in South Boston alone? When I just moved here? And I have a best friend who used to be fun to go with me?"

I sighed and finally turned in my desk chair. "You have my full attention, Ava. What do you want me to do?"

Ava grinned. "I want you to go with me to the bar down the block."

I rolled my eyes. "It's Thursday. Who the hell goes out on Thursday?"

"We're 25 years old, Kher! We're finally on our own! Why wouldn't we go out on Thursday! The whole point of us moving in together was to live a little!"

I snorted at her. "We have to be able to afford to live a little before we can actually do it. We have to get jobs to make that happen. I can't believe we moved up here with only a couple months' rent and no prospects."

Ava shrugged at me. "You always tell me it will all work out. Which it will! But we can't be stuck in here all the time! Come on, please? Go out with me tonight and I promise we can refocus tomorrow. Who knows? Maybe the bar will help us out!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I fail to see how going and getting drunk on Thursday will be helpful."

"First off, who said anything about being drunk? And secondly, bars equal people. People equals networking. Networking equals job opportunities. Hello? I'm a genius!"

I stared at her for a moment before sighing and pushing myself from the desk. "Fine. You win. I'll go. But keep in mind this will be sucking up what little money we have set aside."

Ava grinned at me. "You're assuming we'll have to pay for our drinks my friend."

I snorted again and made my way to my room to change and touch up my makeup. "Someone's a little over confident."

About a half hour later, Ava and I reconvened in the living room. "So, what do you know about this bar?" I asked her, teasing my hair with my hands and checking my makeup in the mirror beside our door.

Ava shrugged and made her way out the door, touching up her lip gloss as I followed close behind. "Not much. I assume it's an Irish Pub or something."

"Assume?" I asked her, shutting the door tight and locking both locks before we made our way to the elevator.

"It's called McGinty's. That's Irish isn't it?"

I chuckled as the elevator doors slid shut behind us and she pressed the button for the first floor. "Sounds Irish to me. Have you brushed up on your Irish jigs?"

Ava shoved me lightly. "Don't be rude. Or racist," she told me as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. "Irish bars mean cute boys though, right?"

We made the short walk to the pub, talking and laughing about nothing of importance. We glanced at the building and then at each other before making our way in.

The inside was like a typical bar. Nothing special. I quickly noticed that we were the only women, save a couple waitresses. About 15 men were gathered at the bar and while they're conversations didn't completely halt with our entrance, it was clear that we were noticed. I glanced at Ava and noticed her eyes sparkle at the odds of having a male companion for the evening. I rolled my eyes and slid out of my jacket, handing it to her.

She looked at me and then down at the jacket. "May I help you with something?" she asked snidely.

I pushed her lightly. "Shut up and just take my jacket or throw it in one of the empty booths. I have to pee."

She glared at me, but took the item, tossing it into an empty booth before making her way to the bar. "And get me a Guinness," I called after her, walking to the restrooms. I entered and quickly handled my business. I glanced in the smudged mirror, doing one more check of my makeup before walking out of the bathroom. As I was walking to turn the corner, I ran into a firm body, beer splashing onto my top. I shrieked as the cold liquid made contact with my skin and felt myself about to fall backwards. Luckily, I felt a hand grab my upper arm and pull me upright.