The next morning Monica was getting really worried, she had stayed up all night been waiting for Mickey's mom and Mandy to get home; Mickey knew they weren't coming, but he stayed silent. Ian didn't talk very much, he only said a few words when Monica would talk to him.

Shortly before they ate supper, Lip cornered Mickey.

"Where's your mom and Mandy?" Mickey cracked his knuckles and ran his thumb across his lip. Mickey hoped he looked intimidating.

"Dunno." He lied, Mickey was good at lying. He had been raised to lie.

"I know somethin' happened. Ian won't talk to me." Lip looked-determined. Like he thought he was going to find something out. But he wasn't Mickey wasn't going to tell anyone anything.

"Maybe he just doesn't wnt to talk to you right now." Mickey knew why Ian wasn't talking to Lip, Mickey knew why Ian was upset, he was upset too; he didn't let it show though.

"I will find out what happened." Lip walked away.

When they sat down to eat, Lip glared at Mickey the entire time.

Mickey didn't fucking care, let Lip be pissed at him, didn't hurt him any.

"Mickey are you sure you don't know where your mom and Mandy went?" Monica had asked him a zillion times over the past three days, Mickey's answer was always the same.

"No, she didn't tell me. She just left."

Monica was nearly always crying, it had been almost two weeks since Mickey's mom had "left".

Lip was still suspicious of Mickey, and Ian was still being quiet as a mouse; unless he was talking to Mickey, then the fucking kid didn't shut up.

Mickey wanted to tell someone about what happened. He wanted to make sure his baby sister was okay, she probably was litterally sitting in shit and he knew that she probably hadn't been fed, and if she had it probably wasn't the food she needed, Mandy needed her formula, and the baby food, she couldn't eat left over pizza and booze.

Mickey hadn't actually thought about his mom since it had happened. He thought about her when Monica continuesly asked him if he knew where she was, but he didn't think about what happened to her, he didn't think about if he missed her or not, he just didn't think about her.

It had been two months and seventeen days since Monica had last seen Mickey's mom. She was fucking distraught. She didn't know what to do. She reported her dissapearence to the police, but they didn't do shit. They were from the south side, why the fuck would anyone care if anyone went missing from there?

Mickey's birthday was coming up pretty soon less than a week actually, he'd be five. He was excited to turn five. The only thing about turning five that didn't excite him was that next year he would have to start school. He had gone to pre-school briefly, but his mom "missed him too much" and pre-school wasn't a required grade so she pulled him out of school.

Mickey didn't want to think about going to school, if he went to school that meant that he wouldn't get to hang out with Ian all day; assuming that he and Ian were still friends when he started school.

Monica was crying in bed again, Lip was sitting on the couch in the livingroom brooding as usual, Ian was coloring on their bedroom floor, Mickey was laying on their bed, just watching Ian, thinking.

Mickey heard knocking, instantly thoughts of what had happened to his mom flooded his mind. But Mickey knew that he wouldn't come back for him, why the fuck would he? He didn't give a shit about Mickey. Besides whoever was at the door, was knocking normally, they weren't pounding on it like he had.

Mickey heard the door open, followed by slightly slurred speach and a girls voice. Who the fuck had come in the door?

As soon as Ian heard the voices he dropped his crayon and ran out of the room.

Mickey followed, curiosity got the best of him. He neededto know who was there.

Sitting on the couch was a girl who looked like she was maybe eight or nine and a scruffy dirty guy. Lip and Ian were sitting between them.

"Mick, c'mere. Sit by me." Ian looked so incredibly happy, and he was actually talking.

"No room." Mickey wished there was, he wanted to sit by his red-head, fuck what? No, Ian wasn't his. He didn't fucking own Ian.

"I wan' you meet Fi." Who the fuck was Fi? Clearly she was the girl sitting next to Ian, but who the fuck was she?

As if Lip could read Mickey's mind, he spoke, "She's our sister. And he's our dad, Frank."

Mickey snorted, he really didn't care to hear Lip talking, but he nodded anyway.

About an hour after Frank and Fi, who's acutal name Mickey learned was Fiona, had arrived Monica finally came out of the bedroom.

"Frank." Her voice was squeeky and she drug out the "a", it annoyed the fuck outta Mickey.

Mickey ignored what was being said, he didn't fucking care. It didn't involve him. He just stared Ian and watched the boy laugh and play with his older sister.

It made Mickey miss Mandy.

Mickey quickly found out that Frank was a fucking alcoholic just like his dad. He also found out that the only reason Fiona didn't live with Monica and her brothers was because Monica and her didn't get along, at all. They fucking hated eachother, if it was even possible for a person her age to hate someone so much. Mickey guessed it was possible; Mickey hated him and he hated his brothers, they all could go to fucking hell and Mickey wouldn't give a shit.

Mickey thought Fiona was alright, he didn't like her nor dislike her. She talked to Mickey for a little bit, until Ian decided it was "his turn" with Mickey. Lip and Fiona then went to watch tv, Frank and Monica had dissapeared into Monica's bedroom twenty minutes earlier. Ian dragged Mickey into his room, they hadn't held hands at all all day long the few seconds that their hands had been touching as they were walking to their bedroom were the happiest few seconds Mickey haad experienced that day.

Ian pulled Mickey onto the bed.

"Cuddle Mick." Mickey couldn't say no to Ian, so despite thae fact that it was the middle of the day and Mickey didn't like risking the chance of getting caught intentionally cuddling, but it was Ian so he gave in and cuddled with the boy.

Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's waist, Mickey did the same to the small red-head. Legs locked together, bodies pressed so close together that there was literally no air between their bodies.

"Mick.." Ian's voice was soft and sleepy.

"What?" Mickey rubbed his cheek against Ian's, he felt incredibley stupid but it was Ian, and Mickey would do anything to and for Ian.

"Mommy told me tha' you gotta go bye." Mickey nearly pushed Ian off the bed, but the red-head stayed pressed agaisnt Mickey.

Where the fuck was he going to go? Monica couldn't seperate them.

"What? No." Mickey was whispering, he didn't want to scare Ian. He kept repeating "no" over and over, not that it mattered what he wanted. Mickey held Ian close, he felt Ian's breathing even out. The little boy had fallen asleep.

"I can't leave you Ian. I don't wnat to leave you. I love you." Mickey had never said those words before. He had never ever told anyone that he loved them, ever. And even now he didn't really tell Ian, Ian was asleep.

Mickey truely did love Ian though, he didn't want to ever be away from him.

Mickey was becoming more and more like his brothers but he still loved Ian, just because he was a jerk didn't mean that he couldn't care about someone.

Just because he was a Milkovich didn't mean he couldn't be nice sometimes.

Mickey fell asleep to thoughts of what would happen if he and Ian were seperated, all the while he held Ian.

Note to readers- I actually have the next chapter of Cross My Heart, Cross My Fingers written but I need to go back though it and polish a few things up, and within the last-lets say-two days, I have gotten a bit caught up on Tumblr. Heh. Also I've become a bit addicted to Niall Horan, ya know from the band One Direction, I don't even freaking like their genre of music. But Niall is just so perfect, so it may be awhile until I can re-focus on my Shameless fics. But don't worry I won't be "gone" as long as the last time. -Jimmy