Lip lay across the room from his brother Ian. "Hey you awake?" he asked glancing at the LED alarm clock that illuminated the room with a green glow.

"Yeah, what time is it?" Ian croaked his voice raspy from lack of sleep.

"Just gone 4" Lip replied looking over to Liam's bed to make sure he was still sleeping. He could hear Carl below still snoring, that boy could sleep through anything. A few minutes passed when Lip broke the silence again. "Do you really not know where Mickey is?" Lip asked rolling over to face his brother.

"Don't have a clue, I've been awake all night thinking about it... I just thought he would have... I don't know" Ian trailed off running his hands through his red mane.

"You expected him to call, didn't you?" Lip replied hearing the hurt in his brother's voice.

"Yeah" Ian mumbled turning to face the wall now, Lip took this as a gesture to shut up and let his brother sleep.

Ian tossed in his bed trying to get comfortable, before realising it was light outside, his eyes darted across the room to the clock. "Shit I'm fucking late" Ian cursed. He noticed Lip was still in bed probably hung over he thought to himself.

He darted out of bed rushing to the bathroom throwing on his uniform piece by piece. Ian rushed downstairs grabbing his boots and sitting on the bottom step to put them on.

"Late?" Debbie asked making up some milk for Franny.

"Yeah overslept, couldn't sleep for shit last night" Ian replied tying up his laces.

"Mickey?" Debbie asked.

Jesus, does everyone know? Ian thought. "Yeah," He said quickly rushing out the door. Ian got work as fast as he could luckily Sue had covered for him with Rita.

"Thank you" Ian mouthed across the lockers as he dropped off his duffle bag. Ian made his way to the ambulance re-stocking the IV bags to look busy.

"What happened Gallagher you look like shit," Sue said leaning against the ambulance door that was propped open with a metal hinge lock.

"Nothing just didn't get much sleep last night," Ian said putting on a fake smile. Sue was just his partner but she had picked up when he was lying, she had to if she was going to be able to manage him if his bipolar was to play up.

"Trevor keeping you up?" Sue laughed but stopped when she saw Ian's face drop. Shit. Trevor. How could I forget about my boyfriend?

"Yeah I guess you could say boyfriend trouble" Ian tried to laugh but it just came out as a hurtful moan. Luckily he didn't have to talk about it anymore, dispatch came over the radio.

"This is dispatch we have an RTC, Looks like a possible hit and run, three victims that we know of" Thank God. Ian couldn't press his radio quick enough.

"3008 to control on our way" Ian spoke quickly into his radio closing the back of the ambulance and jumping in the passenger side. Sue was a better driver when it came to responding to calls Ian often got flustered and drove a little manic.

"There" Ian pointed and Sue pulled up switching off the blue lights and siren, Ian grabbed his kit and a C-collar and rushed to the nearest body, I'll take this guy you take her Ian said pointing to the female that lay across the street from him.

"hello, can you hear me? hello? can you tell me your name?" Ian asked gently rubbing his knuckles into the man's shoulder to get a response, the man groaned nodding his head.

"Don't move Sir, I'm just going to put this around your neck is that okay, do you have a name?" Ian asked softly seeing the man wince when he talked. There was a deep gash above his eye.

"J-Jake" he stuttered wincing at the sirens the second ambulance had just pulled up. Ian slowly lifted Jakes top up he had significant bruising to his stomach and when Ian pressed he cried out in pain.

"I know, I know it hurts, I'm sorry. Okay Jake stay here one second don't move my colleagues have just arrived to take you to hospital okay" Ian soothed standing to give the driver the run down whilst his partner placed Jake on a back board.

"Right, he's got a large gash above his eye but he seems quite with it, he been responsive and taking, significant bruising to the abdomen, I'm thinking internal bleeding, he hasn't complained of back or neck pain but I've put a C-collar on as a precaution, I was just about to start an IV if he's haemorrhaging internally he'll need the fluids" Ian said standing back and letting them take him away in the second ambulance.

"Sue, how is she?" Ian called out.

"Can you bring me a back board" Sue called. Ian brought over a backboard from the ambulance and helped Sue carry the young female to the ambulance.

Ian stopped himself on the way back to the passages side, he felt odd, like something was off. "Didn't dispatch say there were three victims?" Ian asked Sue who was about to drive off.

"I don't know E, but she needs a hospital now," Sue said abbreviating Ian's name, she did that sometimes. Ian couldn't shake this feeling and decided to go with his gut.

"Take her, I'm going to look around," Ian said closing his door and grabbing another kit and collar from the back, Sue nodded in agreement and left.

Ian surveyed the area looking around, he walked towards the car that had hit the other two victims. Why did no-one check the car? He thought. Ian made his way around to the driver's side, the door was open but the seat empty. There was a trail of blood from the car, looked like the person had tried to get away, Ian followed the blood, he didn't have to walk far before he found a huddled figure slumped against the sidewalk wall.

Of course, they tried to run off, they almost killed those two people. Ian was furious, he almost felt like leaving them there, but Ian knew he couldn't do that.

"Hello?" Ian called out now running towards the figure. It was a man, he could tell that much. He was covered in blood, it was all over his face, probably from a head wound Ian thought.

Ian grabbed his radio once more. "Dispatch I'm going to need another ambulance to my location, I have a third victim, looks like a head wound" Ian spoke clear standing back a little to see if he could see any other obvious injuries.

"This is Dispatch, an ambulance is going to be at least 30 minutes, is your patient critical?"

"Patient seems stable, I'll do a full assessment now," Ian said now kneeling to his level. "Sir, can you hear me?" Ian spoke quietly, the man groaned and rolled his head back. Concussion probably.

Ian grabbed his pen light from his bag and opened the man's eyes and flashed the light across, his pupils reacted fine, so Ian moved on to examine the rest of his body. Ian slowly ran his hands down the man's arms and legs patting him down for any obvious deformities. "Hello, sir can you hear me? What's your name?" Ian asked again trying to get a response.

"Gallagher" the man mumbled barely audible, but Ian heard it. He could never forget that voice.

Mickey

"Fuck" Ian gasped out as he stepped back in shock. How the hell did he not notice it before? He knew Mickey had escaped prison. The blood all over his face disguised him, his hair was longer and he almost had a full beard now.

"M-Mickey?" Ian stuttered out.

"Firecrotch," Mickey said with a laugh, wincing.

"What the fuck Mick, you hit two people! You could have killed them!" Ian scolded, he knew Mickey had hurt people before but he'd never hurt an innocent not intentionally.

"It wasn't me- They ran-out- into the road... I-tried to- swerve" Mickey rasped out, it hurt to breathe, Ian noticed this now, and realised he needed medical attention.

"Where does it hurt?" Ian asked trying to wipe some of the blood from his face.

"Ribs-leg-head" Mickey croaked again.

"Okay lay down for me," Ian said removing his jacket to make a pillow for Mickey to rest his head on. Mickey did as he was told and gladly slumped down, at least he didn't have to hold himself up now.

Ian lifted Mickeys shirt examining his abdomen, there was fresh bruising around his ribs and a lot of old bruises and scars. He was being beaten in prison. There were marks that looked like stab wounds.

"Are these stab wounds?" Ian asked shocked. Part of the reason Mickey went to prison was because of Ian he was protecting him.

"Y-yeah" Mickey wheezed finding it harder to take simple breaths.

"Okay try not to talk, an ambulance is on its way," Ian said, trying to control his own breathing, now that it was Mickey that was injured everything changed, it was one of his own, he loved him. He hadn't even thought about Trevor.

"N-No" Mickey shouted. "No ambulance, they'll take me back, I can't go back Ian, I can't" Mickey let a small tear fall, he thought Ian hadn't noticed but he had.

"Mickey you need a hospital! I can only do so much with what I have" Ian protested. It Only took a pained look from Mickey for Ian to cancel the ambulance.

What the hell am I doing? "Dispatch, we no longer need that second ambulance, the patient has done a runner" Ian sighed and took his finger off the radio.

"Promise me something," Ian said trying to prop the injured boy up again. Mickey nodded to exhausted to speak."Just don't die on me," Ian said pulling his phone from his pocket. He dialled Lips number and let it ring, "Hey I need your help with something, I," Ian said biting his lower lip.

END

A/N: Was thinking I should just leave it like this, was originally planning on making this a one shot, let me know in the comments/reviews what you think. should I continue?