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Night Time Saints	By : misterdoctor Category: 1 through F > Boondock Saints Views: 1789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondock Saint, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. The OC's are mine however

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“You’re looking better.” Mac said, placing a knapsack on the foot of her bed
Caitlin scoffed, “That’s sweet, but no I’m not.”
“Your color is better and the swellings gone down.”
“I’m still black and blue.”
“Those’ll fade too. Look at the bright side of things,” he said, “You’re getting released today.”
She forced a weak smile, “Yeah. I get to go home.”
“I said released, not home. You’re going to say with me for a few more days. Layla believes that you’re with Mickey, so you don’t have to worry about her yet.”
“Have you thought about how you’re going to get me in?”
Mac laughed, “Layla is going to be unconscious for a spell. She went on a bender last night.”
“Okay.” She sighed, “What’s in the bag?”
“I thought you could use a change of clothes.”
“How’d you get clothes that would fit me?”
“You’re “Gotta get the fuck outta here” bag in the office.”
She grinned, “Will you help me?”
Mac nodded. Caitlin attempted to give him a full smile, but it hurt her face. He stayed by her side when a nurse returned to remove her IV. Allowing her to use him for support, she hobbled her way to the bathroom. Slowly stripping out of the poorly made hospital gown, she winced in pain. Caitlin took a moment to glance at the roadmap of abuse. She knew Mac was watching, but she didn’t really care. Various shades of blacks and blues danced across her cream skin. She could only imagine what lied in store under the bandages around her chest and thighs. Caitlin steadied herself while Mac slid a fresh pair of panties on her. His face flush when he stood upright again; he could barely look at her. “Your…uh…your jeans…”
“My jeans will have to be cut. That’s fine. I could get a nurse you know. Though, I don’t get the problem. You’ve changed my nappies before.”
Mac starred at her, the faintest trace of a smile on his face. “That was different.”
“Yeah…I cried more.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, “It seems your sense of humor is intact.”
“Fuck! Don’t know what I’d do if I lost that.” She glanced at him in the mirror, “If you’re really that uncomfortable go ahead and call the nurse. Or,” she said, turning to face him, “you could look at it like this…it’s not every day you get to see a fine looking, 22 year old naked…again.”
A smile crossed her face as he blushed again, “Thought we weren’t going to talk about that…ever.” He said, leaving the bathroom for a minute to find a pair of scissors.
“Oh come on,” she said, when he returned, “Nothing counts on St. Paddy’s day. We were both really, really drunk.”
“And we’re still talking about it.” He sighed
“Can we really call it sex? I didn’t think going down on each other truly counts. There wasn’t any penetration.”
He turned a deeper shade of red, “You realize how wrong it? Age difference aside, I’m your boss and I’ve thought of you like family for years.”
“So you’re a dirty old man.” sighed Caitlin as Mac slid her jeans up, “It was needed that night. You still think of me as family, so no harm. No foul.” He nodded but didn’t say anything. “I was just trying to lighten the mood Mac. I know what I look like and I know what’s going through your head cause I’ve been thinking the same thing. I’ve prayed to God asking for answers, but He’s not responding right now. I can only assume all this happened for some greater purpose.”
After getting her long sleeved shirt on her, Mac lightly cupped her chin, “Let’s just go with the fact that you’re alive.”
She nodded, “You can’t see the bandages around my thighs can you?”
“No love.”
Hobbling out twenty minutes later, she managed to get herself back on the bed. They sat in silence until the doctor returned with a wheel chair and crutch. While she listened to the doctor go on about follow up care, Mac went to get her prescriptions filled. When he returned, she was situated in the wheel chair, ready to go. He briskly wheeled her to the elevator and no sooner had the doors closed, she climbed out of the chair and leaned on the crutch. “Like a pirate.” She joked.
Refusing to sit back in the chair, she slowly followed Mac to his small car. She leaned against it while he rearranged his backseat, but soon they were heading back to his apartment above the pub. Though he didn’t say anything to her, she could see him watching her in the rearview mirror. Lying in the back, the pain slowly returning, Caitlin allowed her mind to wander back. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the alley. She wanted to make out their faces, but all she could remember was the pain and the smell of the alcohol. Caitlin’s eyes opened when the car came to a halt outside of the pub.
Caitlin sighed as she gazed at his winding staircase. “You had to live on the third floor didn’t you?”
“I could carry you.”
“I may be in pain and slightly wobbly from drugs, but no.”
Going ahead of her, Mac had his couch ready and waiting when she finally finished the ascent to his place. Once she was comfortable, Mac sat on the opposite end. Anger and sadness fought for dominance on Mac’s face. “In the alley.” he whispered. She nodded. Caitlin knew this was coming. “I was home and I didn’t hear you.”
“Nobody did.”
“There are six of us who live in this building and nobody heard you. This is my fault. I should have walked you home.”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference. They would have done it to somebody else.”
“But they attacked you. You girls are family. I should have put your safety above a date.”
“Mac, it’s not your fault, so please don’t beat yourself up. I’m damaged enough for the two of us.”
“But I…”
“Stop.” She said, “Like you said…I’m alive. You should go open the bar. Fuck…What am I going to do about a job?”
Mac cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. “You’ll take it easy and when you’re able to, you’ll come back to work. Hell, I’ll put you in the office.”
She smiled, “You know I don’t do well sitting around all day. There’s a reason I work as a bartender.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Caitlin nodded slightly as he got up. After he covered her with a blanket, he watched as she nodded off. His anger was overcome by guilt while he watched her sleep. Mac sighed before going about his daily routine.
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