Note To Readers- I apologize in advance for this chapter, it's probably going to be crap and also pretty short. I was babysitting my nephew all day so I didn't have any time to work on this. It's now 10:17pm, I just got home and my son is sleeping. But now that I'm home my stomach has started to hurt, I feel like throwing up, sorry not something you needed to know. And I have a headache :/ Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter anyway. I'll try to make the next one longer. Also I really don't know exactly how deployed soldiers day-to-day lifes go, so I'm kinda making it up. -Alayna

During the flight Ian talked non-stop; until he finally fell asleep. Mickey just listened the entire time; said 'yea' or 'mmhm' when he thought it was needed. He wasn't purposely ignoring the kid, he just had to much on his mind.

Shortly after Ian fell asleep Mickey did. He didn't wake up until the plane was landing.

As soon as they were off the plane, and into the desert Mickey threw up. Ian was right by his side as he vomited onto sand. But Mickey wanted Ian to get the fuck away from him; it wasn't that he didn't want Ian by him. It was that he didn't want to the kid to see him being weak. Mickey had to be strong for Ian; thowing up in the sand wasn't strong.

Mickey pushed Ian away from him as he dry heaved.

"Get the fuck away from me Gallagher." Mickey spit on the ground and stood up, shakily.

Ian looked at Mickey with wide eyes. And just continued walking. The kid didn't understand. And Mickey didn't want him to.

They got their bed assignments, Ian was right next to Mickey. Mick didn't know whether he liked that or didn't.

One of the senior officer's told them about what they would be doing on a day to day basis.

They each had to patrol different areas, they would be in small groups of 5. Ian of course was in Mickey's group. That was just Mickey's luck. He wanted Ian in his group, so he could protect him; at the same time he wanted the red-head as far away from him as possible.

Mickey was glad that they weren't in an actual war zone, they would be safer here. They were on the outside; they had to patrol and make sure noone left or entered without being cleared. They were also ordered to keep the peace; if there was fighting in their patrol area they were to stop it.

Their first day in the new base was uneventful. Just a lot of rules were told and assignments given. It was a bunch of bullshit that Mickey didn't want to pay attention to; he had to though, if he didn't want his ass shot off.

That night right while laying in bed Mickey was thinking that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Mick?" Mickey looked over at the red-head.

"Yea?" Ian looked upset.

"I thought about it, and I think I know why you pushed me away earlier." Mickey snorted and laughed.

"No, really you don't. And I don't want you to. Just think about yerself kid. Not about me." Mickey rolled over and pretended to sleep.

"Love you too Mick." Mickey resisted the urge to say it back.

Second Note To Readers-Again I'm sorry about this chapter; it's shit. And I know I'm gonna probably be getting hate for what I'm making Mickey do, but you just gotta trust me. It'll all be worth it ;P -Alayna