A/N: This story was requested by a reader of mine. This story is a Mickey/OC/Ian and I'm trying something a little different with lots of twists and turns! I hope all of you will at least give this one a try since you gave my Carl OC story a chance. If you don't like it, I can't make you like it and if the feedback isn't that great then I probably won't continue on. Have fun :)


1.

My friends don't walk, they run

Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun.


For as long as Salomé Tarik could remember she loved Alice in Wonderland. Every Halloween (when her parents allowed her) in Cairo she would find every possible way to turn each Alice in Wonderland costume differently. There was not one Halloween where Salomé didn't dress up as any of the characters from Alice in Wonderland but her favorite was the Mad Hatter. There was just something about the mad hatter that Salomé loved and her family couldn't figure it out. Her family always labeled her as the strange one out of every member but that didn't stop them from loving the girl. Salomé knew that the mad hatter was often portrayed as evil and was often questioned from classmates why she would like a supervillian leaving the curly haired girl to reply with, "Being good isn't fun."

Of course there were two tales of the hatter or mad hatter if you will. Salomé didn't mind either one; liking the peculiar tale for as long as she could read. She had DC comics where the mad hatter stared in making sure to read the comics or a chapter from Alice in Wonderland before bed so she could rest easily. Salomé was proud to admit that the reason for her arrest in Cairo was the mad hatter to blame, she lived her life as a supervillian. Her father was not one to judge when he heard that from the police station but granted his daughter bail by sending one of his sons to get her out. Mr. Tarik made sure to keep as far from the authorities since he was wanted in eight cities in Egypt.

Mr. and Mrs. Tarik knew that their family had caused people around town to raise their eyebrows. They were well known because the family stayed in trouble, all nine of the Tarik's had a record and still participated in many crimes. Well except for Mrs. Tarik who now suffered from Pulmonary Edema. The Tarik's were fearless but they were also not stupid, Mr. Tarik did not want to leave his wife so he remained in Cairo right by her side. The doctors said that Mrs. Tarik would not have long leaving her condition fatal. The youngest three of the Tarik's remained in the household not wanting to leave their parents alone.

After Salomé made bail Mr. Tarik came up with an idea to send Salomé off to the United States. Once Salomé adapted to life in Chicago Mr. Tarik would send his remaining two after her. Salomé was not known for asking questions when it came to her parents decisions leaving her younger siblings to do so. Mr. Tarik did not want any more attention on his family especially since Salomé and his youngest still attended school. Mr. Tarik and Mrs. Tarik always came up with the idea to send their children off into the world once the law started snooping around again. Salomé' eldest brother, Abdallah moved to Dubai at the age of eighteen to attend school and to find a wife on the request of their mother. Abdallah Tarik completed his parent's wishes getting married at the age of twenty and graduating from school at twenty-four. That's the trickiest thing you should know about this family, detectives had no idea what made them want to participate in crimes. Abdallah Tarik inherited his smarts from his father graduating college with a 4.8 GPA, he was intelligent and head strong; finding a "perfect" wife to match his standards. His smarts helped him out of the crimes leaving the authorities to never find him after the destruction he caused.

The second eldest was a boy named Rolon Tarik. Growing up in school he received decent grades receiving B's and C's which was good enough in this family. Rolon was the captain of the basketball team taking his leadership seriously and had many trophies to prove it. Rolon was the overly confident one out of the boys, he had the looks to match and had a full scholarship for school. Most people were intimated by Rolon since he stood over 6 feet and had the muscles to show that he took pride his body. He only went to school in Spain for two years before dropping out to deal drugs.

Zeyad Tarik was the third eldest boy. He was the quietest out of the Tarik's and liked to express himself through his guitar playing. Zeyad looked at Carlos Santana as his inspiration when it came to his music. Don't be fooled by the short curly hair and guitar always attached to the guy because he was just as reckless as his father and brothers. He only served six months in juvi at fourteen for trying to burn down a classroom after his teacher from the United States spit racial slurs at him and his friends. Zeyad hasn't been in trouble since then (as far as the law knows) and lives in Cuba.

Next up was Viviano Tarik. Viviano was the type of guy that made friends wherever he went, some of the family often believed that Viviano was too friendly but they wouldn't try to change him. Viviano was the definition of a "Pretty boy" with the sweetest personality to match. It was clear to to the family that Viviano was Salomé' favorite older brother since he took the most time listening to her crazy obsession with the Mad Hatter and Alice in Wonderland. Viviano left last year to live in Paris with his soon to be wife and he only seemed to be happier to do so.

Left out of the children remained twenty year old Salomé, seventeen year old Tony and fourteen year old Fatima. Salomé didn't like the idea that she was now the eldest of the children in the house and how she had to become a good example for the children. It's not like the family had good influences in the first place and that's probably why they wanted to send Salomé off so quickly and let their father teach instead. The twenty year old could not allow herself to be bitter over the situation since she did not know how long it would be before she saw her family again. With a long tight hug to her family Salomé was off to Chicago.


1 Month later...

Salomé found the will to leave the party with her new found friends stumbling after her. The twenty year old seemed to find friends every night in the club and lost touch with them the next day which didn't really bother the young woman. She was sure that she wouldn't like their personality without drinks in their systems but for that night only they seemed fun enough.

Her vision blurred as she let out a laugh jumping onto the nameless boy's back. The tall brown skinned boy lifted her holding onto her thighs laughing along with the curly haired girl who was clearly intoxicated. The streetlights were on and somewhere inside buildings that held a clock struck 1:32 a.m. Salomé could handle her liquor and always challenged herself. There was not one club Salomé didn't know. From classy, to shitty, to strange all the clubs she tried them all. Salomé did not know where the friends beside her and the friend that cared her were on their way to but she didn't care.

The nameless boy sat her down on her feet circling around her to wrap his arms around her waist biting the skin on her neck. Through half lidded eyes she spotted that they were in front of a tattoo parlor and didn't hesitate to step forward causing the friends behind her to cheer her on. Salomé only had one tattoo which was a large one on her thigh of Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter. Her parents were not thrilled about it since it went against their beliefs but Salomé wouldn't get it removed. Salomé spotted a dark haired man stretched out with his pants leg rolled up as an older man continued scraping the needle over his skin. Salomé stepped forward eyeing the tattoo of a smoking gun.

"Can I fuckin' help you?" A voice cut Salomé' stare short.

Salomé' eyes flicked upwards to see who the voice belonged to. The man in the chair getting his tattoo had spoken. Salomé took in the man's appearance with hazy eyes. He didn't appear to look too tall even laying down, he had a cigarette in between his fingers eyeing her. His eyes seemed harsh with the right tone of a blue sky on a clear day with a light touch of green from leaves on a tree. His jet black hair seemed to be gelled back with wintry skin, and kissable raspberry lips.

Mickey Milkovich quirked an eyebrow as he realized the girl in front of him was checking him out. He had a rough day trying to figure out what to do with a number of jobless hookers and spent the rest of the night out at bars drinking away his headaches. He didn't know what urged him to head to the tattoo shop to get new ink, he wanted to find every possible way to stay out of the house long enough to not hear his baby mama's bitchin'.

Mickey pressed his cigarette to his lips eyeing the woman in front of him. Her curls were jet black and seemed to make up most of her head. She had olive skin, a medium length face, a thin but sharp nose, dark eyebrows, a nose-ring hoop in her left nostril, small lips, and was thicker than your average chick. As Mickey took his time eyeing the length of her body she had stepped closer to peek over the artist that finished off Mickey's tattoo rubbing the small drops of blood away.

"Why did you get that tatted?" Salomé questioned as Mickey pulled his pants leg down.

Mickey looked up at the girl wondering why she assumed it was okay to spark up a conversation. Mickey didn't fucking know her or really want to talk with her. Yeah she was a looker but that didn't give her the invitation to speak to him. He hoped down from the seat and slapped a few bills into the artist's hand who nodded at Mickey before heading over to the register. Salomé continued standing in her peach body con dress eyeing Mickey who moved to stand on the same side as her.

"Cause I wanted to." Mickey answered simply eyeing her once more, then turned on his heels to leave the shop.

Salomé stopped him just as the door was getting closer to him, "That's a shitty reason. I never liked people who just got tattoos for fun and not having a story behind them."

Mickey's eyebrows frowned as he spun around to face the girl, "For a broad as good lookin' as you, you sure don't know how to keep your pretty little mouth shut. I don't have to explain shit to you but I got this tattoo 'cause I like guns. I have so many guns on me that I lose count sometimes. I got my favorite one tatted on my leg. There's your fuckin' story."

Salomé grinned at the aggravated boy who continued staring at her weirdly. She moved to sit down on the leaned seat swinging her bare feet (that Mickey now noticed) while leaning on her hands. "For an asshole you look like the type to like machine guns not a glock 17."

She leaned back against the chair as the artist moved to sit down on a stool in front of the chair. Mickey watched with interest as she chatted with the bald man on what she wanted inked on her skin. Mickey didn't know why he stood planted watching the mysterious girl, if she were any other bitch he'd cuss her out and be on his way. Mickey's breathing hitched as Salomé removed the top half of her dress, her hands cupping her breasts as she leaned on her side facing Mickey who couldn't break his stare. The artist clicked the needle on, the sound of buzzing filling the empty parlor as he pressed it to the right side of Salomé's body. Mickey swallowed as he brought his eyes back to Salomé who didn't flinch as the artist began moving the needle. From what Mickey could see from his spot were some words but they were not written in English.

Salomé opened her eyes after taking a deep breath from the needle piercing her skin. She smirked noticing the aggravated man was still here. Those angry eyes met Salomé' and all she could do was send him a wink before shutting her eyes once more.

Mickey Milkovich didn't know who the fuck this girl was...but a part of him hoped he would find out.


A/N: That is the end of this intro. How do you guys like Mickey and Salomé so far? How do you like Salomé as a character? The reader who requested this wanted Sasha Pieterse or Adriana Lima to play the main character but as I wrote I pictured someone else. I pictured someone by the name of Monica Abadir to play Salomé (Which you can find through instagram if you have one) but you're welcome to picture whomever for this part!

Should I continue?