Anything For Love.
Gallickey(Mickey/Ian)
I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. I am making no profit from it. It is purely for my enjoyment.
It was a cold October day when it happened. Terry was passed out on the couch, Mandy was yaking on the phone with some bitch. Iggy was locked up. Joey and Nickey were sitting in the kitchen, bitching about something. Mickey wasn't listening very closely. But he did here the words, "Fucking Faggot." and "Ian Gallagher." Those words caught his attention. How did they find out about Ian? When he heard those words, he began to listen intently. Apparently Kash had decided to come back. Him and Linda got into a huge argument, about Kash leaving, and him getting fucked by Ian, in the middle of the Kash & Grab. As Mickey listened he got more and more worried about Ian. He heard Joey say that they sould kill the faggot. Nickey agreed.
Mick didn't know what to do, he couldn't let them hurt Ian. But he couldn't protect Ian or they would learn his secret. He heard them say that they would go after Ian when he closed the Kash & Grab that night, at 10. Mickey had to do something. He tried coming up with a plan, but his mind kept going blank. He couldn't think of anything.
He looked at the clock next to his bed. It was 5:45. He had just over 4 hours to figure out what to do; how to stop his brother's without them suspecting him. He made sure his knife was in his pocket and left the house. He walked aimlessly around the neighborhood. He hadn't realized he was headed toward the Kash & Grab until he saw the store sign.
He needed to tell Gallagher what was going to happen. Make him leave work earlier or something. He entered the store quickly; Ian was behind the counter. The red-head seemed suprised to see him. "Mickey, what are you doing here?" "Look Gallagher, I ain't got time to explain. But you need to get the fuck outta here, now." Ian rolled his eyes, "Why?" Mickey was shaking, half from fear and the other half was from anger. "Fuck. My brothers, they know." Ian's eyes widened slighly, "They know? Like about us?" Mick shook his head. "No, just about you. They plan on jumping you and..well I really don't need to tell you what they wanna do." Ian had tears in his eyes. "But Mick, I can't just leave." Mickey chewed on his bottom lip until he was bleeding. It was a nervous habit, that almost everyone in the neighborhood had. "Yea, well ya gotta go. Unless ya wanna end up in a body bag." Tears began falling from the corners of Ian's eyes, "I can't leave you Mick, I can't leave my family." The red-head paused, like he was contemplating saying something. After a long silence he spoke again. "I-I love you Mickey. I can't leave you."
When Ian spoke those words, in a shakey voice, something inside Mickey snapped. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't pretend. He needed to protect Ian. He loved Ian, he could admit that, maybe not out-loud, but in his head he could. "Alright, listen Gallagher, you leave here, go to your house, and hide. Don't go outside, and stay away from the windows, I'll meet you there later." Ian looked skeptical, but he agreed. He told Linda he needed to leave early, because he wasn't feeling well.
Mickey knew that he only had one shot at doing this, he couldn't fuck up. He couldn't get caught. He went home; Joey and Nickey were still sitting in the kitchen, plotting. "I'm comin' with you two." Nickey looked up, "Why?" "To make sure you two don't fuck up." Joey snorted, "When have we ever fucked up?" Mick rolled his eyes, his brother's may be older than him, but they sure are dumb. "Numb-nuts, how many times have you and Nickey been sent to juvie? You always fuck up." "A'ight, fine." "So where you planning on waiting for Gallagher at?" "We're gonna hide in the alley behind the Kash & Grab and wait for him to come out." Mickey shook his head, "Nah, that won't work, that bitch Linda'll still be there. We gotta wait for him a few blocks away. Like in the alley over on Grunde street. There's never anyone around there. And ya know he's gotta walk that way to get home." His dumb brothers agreed.
Around 9 o'clock they gathered their supplies, knives, a gun, an aluminum baseball bat and Joey even grabbed a set of brass knuckles. They made their way over the the alley. Once they got there, Mickey knew what he was gonna do, instantly. A part of his brain told him this was stupid, don't even attempt it, but he did it anyway, he couldn't let them hurt Gallagher. He told Joey to go to the other end of the alley and keep watch, him and Nickey would keep an eye on this end. Once he knew Joey was out of ear-shot, Mick took the baseball bat and swung as hard as he could at the back of Nickey's head. He heard the crunch of Nickey's skull right before he fell to the ground, with a loud thud. Nickey was dead, no doubt about it. Now Mickey only had to worry about Joey. He silently made his way down to the oposite end of the alley. Joey had been hit in the head with aluminum bats before, Mickey didn't know if Joey just had a hard head or if the pussies who swung at him couldn't hit hard enough, but he knew the bat wouldn't do to much damage. He pulled the knife out of his jeans pocket. He stood behid Joey for a moment, just thinking about it; he had already killed one of his brother's now he was gonna kill the other. He was fucking insane, but he was doing it for Ian, hisIan. He reached around his brother's fat fucking body and quickly sliced his throat. Blood sprayed, but Mickey moved his arm quick enough that none got on him.
Now he had to make a decision, does he leave the bodies to be discovered by someone and risk an investigation or does he bury them? He decided on the later. He knew right where to bury them. There was an abandoned construction site one house down from the alley. He made sure there were no people in the back yard then carried Nickey's body down. He went back for Joey and drug him down, careful not get blood on himself. He made sure that he didn't leave a trail of blood on the ground from where he had drug Joey. He found an old rusty shovel; he pulled his sleeves down, careful not the touch the handle, he couldn't leave finger prints. He dug a deep hole into the earth, it was all dirt, no grass had grown on that lot since Mickey was 5. He pushed Joey into it first, then Nickey. He covered them with dirt. Once the hole was refilled he made sure to smooth the dirt around the edges of the whole and scatter some fallen leaves around. It couldn't look like the earth had been disturbed.
He walked home and found Terry still passed out on the couch, Mandy wasn't home. He went into his room and changed his clothes, they were a little bit too dirty, even for Mickey. He grabbed some cleanerclothes off his floor and quickly changed. He washed his grime covered hands in the bathroom then promptly left the house. He heard toward the Gallagher house. It barely took him five minutes to get there, he knocked on the door; Ian answered.
"So what happened? What'd they do?" Mickey just shook his head. "Nothing, and they aren't going to do anything." Ian just nodded and led Mickey up to his room. They sat on Ian's bed together. "Fuck, listen no matter what happens, just know that I did it all for you." Ian was confused by Mickey's words but he nodded and snuggled into Mickey's chest. Mickey wanted to push the kid away, but he couldn't; he was in love and wanted to savor his time with Ian. If anyone found out what he had done, he would be locked up for the rest of his life; he wouldn't get to be with Ian if he was locked up. Fuck, if Ian knew that he had murdered his own brother's he wouldn't want anything to do with him. He wouldn't want to be involved with a murderer.
Note To Readers-Should I continue? Or just leave it there? I originally wrote this awhile ago as a single piece and just never put it up, but I've got a few idea's for it, if anyone wants me to continue. Let me know. -Alayna