a/n: This was written a while ago and posted on my livejournal (before Ian left for the fucking army ... yeah I'm pissed still), but I'm appalled by the lack of Gallavich fics on this site, so I decided to add one.

Ian + Mickey

Enjoy!

Stones

"You are so fucking lucky, Ian." Lip tells me with a scowl on his face. He's trying to play the "I'm older and wiser than you" card again, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the fact that he has a joint hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, I know." I reply, hoping to stop the lecture there, and put up my hand so he'll pass it along. He does but unfortunately he doesn't shut up.

"You fucking are … I don't know what the hell you were thinking. What if you got caught? Huh? Then what? No more fucking ROTC, that's what."

I barely restrain my eye roll but say nothing. I take a deep hit, I'm going to need it if I have to put up with this shit all night, and then pass the joint to Mandy.

"You could have been shot … you could have been killed."

I shake my head and lean back on my elbows, staring at the night sky. I didn't get shot. Mickey did.

Fuck.

Mickey was shot.

I can't even fucking express how scared I was when I heard that gun shot and saw him bleeding. He's all patched up now and lying on a lawn chair, the injured party in our little pot circle.

He's going to be okay, thank God.

I can't seem to stop looking over at him. He's half asleep, taking tiny puffs of the joint before passing it on. He has enough pain medication in him right now, he doesn't really need the pot. I'd like to think he's out here just to be with me.

He fucking kissed me tonight.

I smile at him and he gives me a lopsided grin in return.

Mandy shoves me to break me from my haze. Fuck, I need to be more careful. She's handing me the joint. I try to laugh it off as a drugged stupor.

"I'm so fucking stoned."

"Stone cold fox." Mandy sings back at me. Pass.

I grin at her and play along. "Heart of stone." Pass.

"Set in stone." Pass.

"A rolling stone." Pass.

"Sticks and stones." Pass.

"Carved in stone." Pass.

"Two birds, one stone." Pass.

Lip smacks me in the head and grabs Mandy's hand, pulling her into the house, effectively ending our game.

"Why you gotta break my stones, Lip?" I call after him, sending Mandy into another fit of giggles.

Lip flips me the bird and slams the back door.

I let myself look over at Mickey freely now. He's sound asleep, snoring on the lawn chair.

"You rock my world, fucker." I tell him before lightly kissing him on the lips. I'm lucky he's passed out cold or he'd probably clock me for both kissing him and being so fucking cheesy.

I kiss him once more before settling back into my chair.

"I am lucky." I tell no one in particular as I pick up another beer and stare up into the night sky.