All Jacked Up

Summary: Ian and Mickey fell apart after Svetlana got pregnant, but when Ian came back from the army four years later, they got back together again. After that, Ian spent so much time at the Milkovich house that Mickey's son, Jack Daniel Milkovich, became very attached to him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shameless.

Everyone was asking for more, so I decided to go for a second chapter. I don't have the attention span for chapter fics, so I won't write any more, but I hope you enjoy!

I always see stories in which either Terry dies or they run away to become happy. I wanted to write something a little different and more realistic. In this, Mickey doesn't really change his point of view and Ian doesn't either, but somehow they both manage to realize that they love each other enough that they can compromise.

I also wanted to thank my friend oxlabyrinthxo for helping me come up with ideas. This fic is way more in character than it originally was because of her.

"And then… they lived happily… ever after!" Ian bellowed in a dramatic voice.

Jack's eyes were wide with wonder. "Whoa!" he cried. "I wan' another stowy! One more! One more!"

Ian grinned but shook his head. "No way, kid," he said, shutting the story book with finality. "It's time for bed."

Jack crossed his arms and pouted exaggeratedly. "Awh, but I like it when you wead me stories! You're much more good than daddy!"

Ian laughed and put the book back on the bookshelf. "I'll tell him you said that."

Jack kept wiggling around in his bed excitedly. "Will you wead to me tomorrow too?" he asked hopefully.

Ian paused.

"Uh, I don't know, kid. Your dad might have other plans," he said awkwardly.

Jack frowned and thumped his feet loudly on the bed. "It's not fair. Why can't you be here all the time?"

"I've got my own home to go to," Ian said. "But don't worry. I'll be back again soon."

Jack sighed. "Can't you just stay here?" he whined. "I miss you. And Daddy misses you too."

Ian's eyes widened in surprise. "He does?"

"Yeah," Jack replied. "Daddy said boys can't mawwy, but he likes to kiss you, so he wants you here fo'ever. You'd be my new mommy, and we'd be a famwy."

Ian smiled sadly. Mickey had never mentioned anything like that out loud to him before. The Milkovich usually avoided talking about the future of their relationship. "He really said that?"

"Uh huh!" Jack nodded. He quickly climbed out of bed to get the book back off of the shelf. "Just one more stowy? Pweeease?"

Ian rolled his eyes and grinned. "Alright, but just one more." They both crawled back into the bed and snuggled under the covers.

"I wuv you, Gawagher," Jack said gratefully.

Ian smiled warmly back at him. "I love you too, kid."

There was movement in the corner of Ian's eye, and he looked up just in time to see the door close. Mickey must have been watching them the whole time.

Jack didn't notice his father, so Ian just continued reading.

Before Ian had even finished, Jack fell fast asleep. Ian looked down at him and sighed. He wished that he really could stay forever.

"He's finally asleep," Ian said as he walked into the living room.

Mickey was spread across the couch, watching the TV, relaxing, and finally enjoying the peace and quiet after a long day at work.

He grinned seductively at Ian. "Good," he replied. He grabbed the redhead and pulled him closer.

Ian smirked back at Mickey and climbed on top of him, pressing their lips together.

Mickey slid his tongue into Ian's mouth, trying to deepen the kiss, but Ian pulled his lips away with a smack before they got too serious.

"I saw you by the door, you know," he said. "I know you heard everything."

Mickey sighed, but didn't respond.

"Jack said that you wanted to marry me," Ian continued, almost whispering the words in his amazement.

"Damn. That kid and his big mouth is gonna get me killed," Mickey grumbled. He pushed Ian off of him so that they were both sitting next to each other.

"You really told him about us?" Ian was shocked that Mickey wasn't denying it.

The older man chewed on his lip. "He saw us together the other day," he explained. "There was nothin' I could do."

Ian frowned at the familiar flash of worry in Mickey's eyes. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. He was fine with it."

"Yeah, but he shouldn't be," Mickey growled. "What if he slips up and says something in front of other people? Fuck! What if he tells my dad that you've been hanging out here?"

Ian sighed and wrapped a hand around Mickey's neck to calm him down. "Hey, get it together. Jack's a smart kid. He won't tell your dad. And lately Terry's been too busy cooking drugs and fucking up his new step-kids to give a shit about you anyway."

"Hey, don't you fuckin' talk about my dad like that," Mickey grumbled. He didn't want to admit that Ian was right. Ever since Mickey moved out and Terry got remarried, they'd seen a lot less of each other. Terry barely ever visited his own grandson.

Ian rolled his eyes. "Your dad is shitty, Mick. Admit it," he insisted. "I would know. I've got a shitty father too. The only good parent around here is you."

Mickey shook his head. "Are you kidding me? I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." He sighed into the palm of his hands. "I'm probably fuckin' that kid up so bad."

"There's no way," Ian argued. "Did you hear what Jack said to me in there? He said he loves me. Most South Side kids don't even know what that word means."

"You didn't hear me yell at him the other day, Gallagher. He just started talking about all this shit like fags marrying and I got so pissed off at him," Mickey mumbled.

"Shitty parents don't worry if they're shitty or not. The kid's gonna get fucked up somehow, but I doubt it'll be cause of you. He knows that you care about him," Ian said.

Mickey just sighed, and Ian leaned in to kiss the somber expression off of his face.

"I love you," Ian whispered, "and I love that kid too. It'll be fine."

Mickey didn't say anything back, and Ian didn't expect him to.

Ian exhaled loudly and got off of the couch. "Well, I should be heading home before it gets too late," he said, grabbing his coat.

"Wait," Mickey said quickly.

Ian looked back at him questioningly. There was a long pause.

"Stay."

Ian smiled. He'd been waiting to hear those words for the longest time.