Fiona's POV
I still can't believe it. They want to arrest Ian. I'm looking at him watch tv. I regret the day I said that he looks more like mom than the rest of us. Their similarities run blood deep. He laughs at the tv. How can he be so relaxed when he's cuffed to a hospital bed.
A woman knocks on the door. I tell her to come in.
"I'm Maria Sanchez, I'll be defending your brother." I shake her hands and she shakes Ian's. He's not even paying her any mind.
"Mr. Gallagher?" She asks. Ian doesn't respond.
"Ian." I call to him. He's more focused on what's on the tv than what's going on. I grab the remote from off his lap and turn it off.
"Hey," Ian responds.
"Pay attention. Do you understand that you're in deep shit?" I ask him. He looks at the lawyer then at me.
"The military want to throw me in jail because of a little prank." He laughs. This isn't funny.
"It's more than that." The lawyer says.
"They're saying you do 5 years minimum. State prison." I gasp. Ian doesn't even flinch.
"What are our options?" I tuck my hair behind my ear. She straightens in place.
"Either you do 5 years or you plead guilty due to mental disease or defect. You said bipolar disorder runs in you family." I nod yes.
"If you plead guilty you would do a couple months in a psychiatric facility, you will have a record until you're 18." Sounds better than jail time.
"We'll do that then." I tell her.
"No." Ian's voice is hard and stern.
"No?" I look at him.
"No, if I do that then it would be admitting that I'm crazy." Ian explains. I take his hand.
"You're not crazy. We all know it. But this will get you the help that you need. You're bipolar, Ian." He pulls his hand away from mine.
"I'm not doing it." He shakes his head.
"Well, it's not up to you. You're still a minor so the decisions up to you." The lawyer pulls out her card and hands it to me.
"Tell me when you decide." She walks out.
...
Mickey paces in the kitchen.
"I met with the lawyer today." Fiona says.
"What'd she say?" Lip asks.
"Either he goes to jail for 5 years or he plead not guilty and gets sent to a psychiatric facility." Mickey hates both options.
"The answer is pretty simple." Lip nods his head. Fiona opens the fridge.
"Its not that easy. He'd rather go to jail." Fiona scoffs.
"This is bullshit." Mickey storms out.
...
"Wake up." Mickey shakes Ian awake.
"Hey-" Ian starts
"Are you fucking crazy? You'd rather go to prison than get help." Mickey yells.
"If it means proving my sanity yes." Mickey shakes his head at Ian.
"What are you trying to prove? That you aren't your mother? Look, I don't know what happened to her but you can't change who your parents are." Mickey sighs.
"They don't make you who you are, Ian. All they did was make you." Ian sighs sinking back into the bed.
"So what, I take the deal. Go to some nut house for a while; then what?" Micky shrugs his shoulders.
"Beats sharing a cell with my dad." Mickey says.
...
"Ian Clayton Gallagher, do you agree with the sentencing." The judge asks.
"Yes, your honor. I admit that I have a problem and am willing to get help." Ian says standing up straight. The judge nods in acceptance.
"Okay." The gavel slams down hard. Ian turns and gives everyone a hug.
"I'll see you soon." He calls out as he's escorted out the room.
AN: let me know wjhay you think so far.