Ian talked to Fiona the next day. She told him she would think about it, that she still had too much shit going on and that she had to talk to Jimmy first, they had been talking about having a baby for a while.

Ian was pretty disappointing but that didn't stop him, he still tried to come up with a way for the baby to be related to both of them.

If they waited a while, Debs would be eighteen, but that would take far too long, it would still be a few years; they didn't want to wait that long.

Mickey wondered if the kid had any female cousins that would do it, but he quickly realized that even if Ian did have any cousins they probably wouldn't do it; so Mickey didn't even mention it to Ian.

"I'm gonna talk to Mandy again." Ian didn't even look away from the tv screen.

"Why? She said she'd do it in a few years. And Fiona still might do it. We can wait if she won't." Mickey shook his head.

"No, I don't wanna wait. I wanna do it now. I'm talking to my sister." Mickey got up and left, he was headed to Mandy and Lip's apartment, he hoped to fuck that Mandy was home and Lip wasn't.

Mickey didn't really have a problem with Lip, he just preferred to not be around him.

Mandy was home alone, Lip had taken Caci to visit Fi and Jimmy.

"I hate to ask, but I've gotta." Mickey flopped down into the chair.

"Ask what?" Mandy sat on the couch starring at Mickey and twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

"Will you have Ian's kid?"

"I already told you I would."

"No, I mean-now." Her eyes widened and the strand of hair fell from between her fingers.

"I thought you were gonna get his sister to do it first?"

"We were, but she doesn't think she can do it now. We don't wanna wait, well Ian says he can wait, but I don't want to. Mandy I don't wanna be alone the next time he gets fuck shipped off to fuck knows where." She nodded.

"I have to talk to Lip, but yea. I'll do it. I wanted to wait 'til Caci was a little older but, if Fiona won't do it, I will." Mickey smiled.

"Thank you Mandy. I owe you." She laughed.

"Yea, ya do."

Mickey lit a cigarette.

"Aye, fuck-head what d'ya think you're doing?"

"What? You and Lip smoke it here." She shook her head.

"That's not what I meant. Aren't you gonna go tell your boy?"

Mickey walked to the door.

"See you later?"

"Fuck yea you will." And Mickey left, headed home to see Ian.

When he entered the apartment he didn't see Ian. He looked in the kitchen first but Ian wasn't there, bathroom door was open so he knew Ian wasn't in there. He opened the bedroom door and Ian wasn't there either.

Where the fuck had the kid gone? He left the fucking door unlocked.

Mickey didn't know where the fuck Ian would have went. He didn't know where to look. He decided to call Lip though, see if maybe he had seen Ian; he hadn't.

Fuck.

He called Mandy to see if Ian had shown up there after he left; she hadn't seen Ian for days.

He didn't know who else to call.

He just sat on the couch watching tv waiting anxiously for Ian.

He must have fallen asleep because around eleven he was woken up by Ian slamming the door.

"Where the fuck you been Gallagher?" Ian sat next to him, he looked pissed.

"I was with Kev."

"Doing?"

"Just hanging out, I haven't seen him in a while."

"Anything happen?" Ian snorted.

"No."

"So why are you pissed off if nothing happened?"

"Nothing."

"Stop fucking lying."

"Just fucking drop it!" Ian was starting to yell.

"What the fuck's wrong with you? You were fucking fine when I left."

"NOTHING IS FUCKING WRONG!" Mickey wanted to punch Ian; but he didn't, he didn't want to hurt Ian, but that was a lie, he did want to hurt Ian, he wanted to knock some fucking sense into him, get him to say what the fuck was wrong.

"Stop fucking yelling Gallagher. I know there is something wrong. So just fucking tell me what the fuck happened? Why are you being a fucking prick?" Mickey was trying to remain calm; it wasn't working so well.

"FUCK!" Ian punched Mickey.

Fuck no, Mickey wasn't letting that shit happen.

He punched Ian in the face twice as hard as Ian had punched him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Mickey was yelling, but not half as loud as Ian was.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!" Mickey pushed Ian away from him.

"What?" Ian looked like he was gonna fucking cry.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Do you love Mickey? Do you really?" The kid had gone fucking crazy.

"Yea, I fucking do you. You know that. What the fuck is going on?"

Ian was crying now.

"I don't know. Did I do something to make you mad? To make you not love me?" What the fuck?

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about Gallagher. I just fucking told you that I love you. You didn't do shit."

Ian moved closer to Mickey, he put his arms around him and laid his head on Mickey's chest.

"I love you Mickey. So fucking much." What the fuck was going on? Instantly the kid had stopped crying and was professing his love. What the fuck?

"What the fuck is going on Gallagher?" Ian looked up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You were just screamin' at me, then you were crying now you're fucking happy. What is going on?" Ian just looked at him.

"Oh, well I don't know." What the fuck ever. Mickey really didn't care.

What the fuck was wrong with the kid? Mickey knew something was wrong, he just didn't fucking know what. He'd have to talk to Lip about it, eventually.

Note to readers- Alright guys, let me know what you thought. Any guesses as to what is wrong with Ian? -Alayna