[I like how 5x07 showed that Fiona cared about Mickey and this fanfic started along those lines. However I am kinda a crappy writer and this is my first, so I guess this is a kind of 'prompt' for people who would like to take this and just majorly improve it.]

[at the Alibi]

"Hey, how's it going Kev?" Fiona said as she walked in to the Alibi, surprised that she saw Kev behind the counters instead of V. "Where's V?"

"Upstairs. Spending quality time with the milk maids, I guess." Kev shrugged as he was wiping the last bit of moisture from the glass. "So how's Ian? Heard he got admitted to some psyche ward or something?"

"Yeah. Visited him yesterday." Fiona breathed out, trying to sound nonchalant about it. But the way her voice shook gave it away. She gave out a deep sigh, "He was really out of it. It's like he wasn't himself anymore. It was pretty scary. He didn't even talk to Mickey. Seems like Mickey was pretty shaken up about it."

"Yeah no kidding. Milkovich kid's been hogging up the whiskeys and beer over there." Kev pointed out to a table at the corner of the bar.

Fiona turned her head only to see a broken Mickey Milkovich at the table. His head turned down, with empty bottles of alcohol cluttering up the small table he's leaning to.

"Not that I'm complaining, pretty good for business you know."

"Kev!" Fiona hissed at him.

"What? I was just kidding." Kev explained as he was returning the glasses he just cleaned to the rack.

"Well it's not funny." Fiona said, looking at the inebriated Milkovich boy with worried eyes. "He isn't taking this too well, is he? How long he's been like that?" Her eyes turned back to meet Kev's.

"Am I witnessing Fiona Gallagher, being worried about Southside Thug Mickey Milkovich's wellbeing?" Kev amused.

"Of course, Kev!" Fiona said, obviously exasperated at how Kev managed to take the situation lightly. "He's Ian's boyfriend. He's practically family now."

"Honestly, do you think that Mickey is any good for Ian?" Kev asked.

Fiona looked over her shoulders, observing the broken boy once more, and right then and there, she realized how disgustingly in love Mickey is with Ian.

"Well, I do now." She said.

[at Kevin's house]

"You need to get back to your husband, Svet." Kev said as he literally almost barged in the front door of his own house.

"Who?" Svetlana asked without diverting her attention from Yevgenny and Kev's twin babies.

"Mickey! You know he needs you now more than ever?" Kev explained, "He's been beating himself up in the bar ever since Ian got admitted to the Psyche Ward."

"Not my husband anymore. He is crazy carrot boy's husband." Svetlana said in a cold voice, still not bulging.

"Yeah, you know, whatever. Doesn't matter whose husband he is. He's drunk. He's helpless. He needs your company now more than I do, Svet. Go back to your family."

Svetlana stared at Kev. The word "family" shook her more than she had expected.

"Yes I know that Terry just literally forced you and Mickey together, but now that Terry's out of the picture, the way I see it, Mickey doesn't have a reason to keep you in his house anymore, does he? He could've kicked you two out to the curb. Two less mouths to feed. But he didn't. He provided a home for you and Gebijenny."

"Yevgenny." Svetlana corrected.

"Whatever. What I'm saying is that Mickey and Ian is the closest thing to a family that you are ever going to get in this side of town."

"But carrot boy took my baby. He is crazy! He hurt baby!" Svetlana shouted, hands flailing.

"You and I both know that Ian would never hurt Mickey's Baby. You know that. Ian's a good kid. Look, I know it freaked you out, but you need to calm the fuck down and go back to your husband, okay?" Kev said as he carefully took Yevgenny out of Svetlana's hands. "Now go home and go take care of Mickey, Yev can stay here for tonight, I can handle it."

[at the Milkovich's home]

"You look like piece of shit." Svetlana remarked as she saw a drunken Mickey Milkovich sprawled on the living room floor.

"Ungh?" Mickey managed to mutter, rubbing his eyes, surprised at the unexpected company.

"Take my hand. I carry you to bed now."

"Eat me, I can go to bed myself. I can take care of myself." Mickey scoffed, waving Svetlana's hands out of the way.

"You need to get your shit straight. Do you think Howdie Doodie would like it if he comes home and see his boyfriend looking like piece of garbage? You think that this will help make his crazy go away, no?"

Mickey was surprised to witness a show of concern from Svetlana. He didn't know if he was just imagining things because of the influence of alcohol.

"Fuck off. The hell do you care, bitch. You wanted to kick him outta the house remember?"

"Hm, I change my mind." Svetlana said in a relaxed tone. Almost amused. "You, took care of me and Yevgenny, put roof over our head, put food in our belly. Carrot boy also helped with baby, too, yes? Now carrot boy is sick, I help you take care of Carrot Boy. You two rainbow boys can be so much trouble."

Mickey was baffled. He never knew that Svetlana can be this supportive of them. And it doesn't feel forced or anything. It seemed normal. Like normal family domestic stuff, even if their family is way beyond what you can consider normal.

"Now go to sleep, you look like shit. I go do wife duties now, yes?"