"Mickey!"

He didn't want to open his eyes. He thought that Terry decided to shoot him and fired off a practice round. But that wasn't a man's voice. His father hadn't spoken. Then he heard someone drop the gun and rushing over to him, kneeling at his side.

"Mickey? Can you hear me? Mickey!" The voice was full of panic, like they think they may have been too late to save him. Who would fucking want to save him? There were only two people on that were on the list that he knew of, which made him open his eyes as he gasped for the air he didn't have before.

"Fuck, Mickey, are you all right?" Mandy's eyes searched his face while her hands moved carefully to help sit her brother up. Mickey brushed her hands off, sitting himself up and coughing.

"Considering I was about to have my lights put out, I'm fucking peachy, Mandy." Mickey sneered, searching the room with his eyes, finally resting them on the form that lay on the ground lifeless as blood surrounded it. He stared at the face of his father, a face that still showed the angry shock he must have had seeing Mandy with the gun pointed at him. They finally got rid of the fucker. Only took him almost succeeding in killing Mickey for it to happen, but now it's like a weight is gone. The man who got Mandy pregnant in a drunken blackout and blamed Ian, the man who beat them all mercilessly and said it would toughen them all out. The man that had been in the way of Mickey admitting to himself before that he was gay and wanted Ian. Gone, and Mickey doesn't have Gallagher to celebrate with a beer and a fuck.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell Mandy was staring at him, trying to put the pieces together, but he could tell she was just as grateful to never have to deal with his sorry ass again.

"What the fuck did you do for him to try and kill you, Mick?"

"Got fucked up the ass." Mickey said after a moment of silence, looking his sister in the eye. He watched her face change from confusion, to humored, to finally being solemn and full of a sad understanding. Mandy nodded slightly, like she was making the confirmation of everything to herself.

"Do I even need to ask who it was?" she asked, a sad smile forming.

"I'm sure you have enough smarts to figure it out, Mandy."

Mandy nodded again. "How long?"

Mickey rubbed his bottom lip. "We first fucked the day after he tore my room up looking for that damn gun."

"So we were both dating him at the same time."

"Get one thing straight, I was not dating Gallagher." Mickey scowled, making Mandy roll her eyes.

"Explains why he put up with your grumpy ass." She remarked.

"Ha. Funny."

"I certainly thought so."

Mickey had always been afraid Mandy would freak, that she would hate him for being gay, especially with Ian since she was pretending to see him up until she and Lip became a real couple. But all she did was nod and smile and sit next to her older brother, resting her head on his shoulder.

The Milkovich siblings sat there like that in silence for a while, staring at Terry's body. Mandy was the one to break the silence.

"We need to call the police and get this shithead picked up." She stood, helping her brother up afterwards. He stared at her like she suggested they go around hugging people.

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you not see all the illegal shit that's here?" Mickey stepped over their father and sat down on the bed, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and lighting one up.

"All of it's his anyway. It won't mean anything for us."

Mickey laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, sure it won't. Not like we all got records or live here or anything. Totally not like our Pops is nothin' but a corpse with a bullet between the eyes lying on my floor. You're so right; we aren't going to get in trouble for fuck all."

Mandy sat next to him and punched him in the arm, making him twitch to keep from crying out or wincing. "I'm serious. It was self-defense. The proof is on your face and your neck. They'll come in, take our stories like always and then leave with his body." She took the cigarette from him and dragged. "Besides, I know where we can live."

The ex-con stared at his sister, confused at what she was talking about. Then, he remembered where she's been practically living for the past year and a half. He stood, shaking his head.

"No, no, no, and no. I am not going to play house with you and Lip. I'm not going over there to play nice and fucking ask the Gallagher's for a place to stay."

"Mick—"

"No, Mandy, I'm not going to. You can go on with your fucking fantasy all you want, but there's no fucking way I'm joining."

Mandy stood up, punching her brother again. "I'm calling the police for once in our lives. And I don't care if I have to drag your ass over there; you're coming with me to the Gallagher's."

Before Mickey could even tell her to fuck off, she walked out. Two minutes later, he heard Mandy on the phone. He took the opportunity to pack up the only clothes he had and few items he gave a shit about, like a coin Ian didn't know he kept after the time they been under the high school bleachers. Or a shirt Ian had left once when he had been over. Mickey hid it at the back of his drawer. After that, he went to the kitchen and packed up the rest of his cherry flavored Jell-O, and his last two Snickers bars.

Five minutes later, he heard the sirens.