I am not sure what made me write this, but I sat to start writing it, and didnt stop until I finished. I really didnt even think about it at all. When I read it, I knew I needed to show it to people. I hope it is worth it. Reviews would be great.

Mickey's POV::

I ran out of the door, not even knowing if it closed. But who the fuck cares. I had one thing on my mind. Ian. Right now, he was all that mattered. I thought about what I would say when I saw him. How I was going to apologize. How I would hold my composure around him. How do I let him know that he took my world, and flipped it 10 kinds of fucked. I figured I would just open my mouth and let the words fall out. But I also thought about how I would make It come across to him on what I meant when I said it.

I was on my way to hop on the EL when it came to me. I had to make some sort of grand gesture. Milkovich's don't do that shit. So, I had to make it to where it was subtle yet different. Something romantic. Romantic in a Milkovich kind of way. But something for Ian. For my Gallagher. I knew exactly what I was going to do. All I had to do was grab a few things from the Kash-and-Grab.

I got everything I needed, went where I needed to go, set things up, and made my way to the EL.

The ride seemed too long. But I knew it would be worth it. After everything I did, it better be fucking worth it.

I made it to the hospital, and found out where Karen was. ICU. Ive been there a few times. When I was younger. Once, because Terry beat the hell out of Mandy while he was drunk, and I jumped in and got the shit knocked out of me. Concussion, broken arm, broken collarbone, and shattered femur. Didn't think I would come back from that one.

But enough memories. It was then that I saw him. Red hair, and a body to fucking die for. FUCK. He does have an amazing body. Those ripped muscles, making that blue shirt look just tight enough to give me a semi. I stood there for a few, taking him in. But it sure wasn't helping my thoughts.

I pulled my head out of the gutter, and walked into the room. Room 306. Everyone looked at me. What the fuck. Do I look like the fucking doctor? Hell no. I am fucked for life. When I noticed Ian looking over at me, I just stood there, thinking of what to say. I was instantly nervous. I pulled my thumb to my mouth, and bit off the dead skin, and spit it to the side. I had a tendency of doing that when I was nervous. But no one knew that. Except for Ian probably. I know he knew that is what I do when I am nervous. He just stood there, with his arms crossed, staring at me, blank faced. I could tell he was tense. I could see his biceps tighten as I started to walk closer to him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Mickey" Ian asked, still straight faced and I could hear the anger in his voice. I didn't say anything to him, I just looked at him and bit the inside of my cheek, trying to figure out what to say.

"I need to… talk.. Come with me." I said, looking to the floor. My stomach feeling like it was falling to the floor.

"What the fuck makes you think I want to talk to you, Mick"? he responded, backing up.

"Ian, I need to show you something. Come the fuck on." I said as I grabbed his arm and pulled him away. I wasn't going to let him say no. I was determined. I wasn't going to let my surprise go unnoticed. Fuck that.

He looked over to Lip, with a Silent look, Lip nodded him off. They have always had this weird communication without even talking. It was fucking weird. Freaked me the fuck out most of the time.

We were in the hallway and I didn't say anything to him. I just looked up at him, and gave him this look, hoping I would see that stupid grin of his, to let me know he wanted to talk to me. But I didn't get it.

"What the FUCK do you want, Mickey? Because I don't have time for your fucking bullshit. I tried talking to you and you pushed me away. What happened, happened to the fucking both of us, and you don't even fucking bother talking to me about it. I needed you, and you weren't fucking there. I needed you, Mickey." His words stung like fire in my chest. I have never felt this burn before. It was horrible. Unbearable, even. The worst feeling in the world. And I didn't know how to respond. For the first time, I had absolutely zero words for him.

"Ian, Come with me. I need to show you something." I said, looking up at him, straight in his eyes. Not blinking or looking away from those beautiful eyes. I wasn't about to beg him. Mickey Milkovich doesn't beg anyone. But something in my chest told me that is what I needed to do. "Please".

I turned around to start walking away, and just like him, he followed. I knew he would. That much I know is true. Ian Gallagher would follow me to the ends of the world.