Note to readers- Sorry that I didn't update yesterday, I had to babysit my nephew, it was a last minute sort of thing. I'm going to try to get back to updating every day but I'm having a bit of-I wouldn't call it writers block-but that's kind of what it is. I think my problem is that I was 'neglecting' the Shameless fandom by watching OZ and reading OZ fics, and then for some reason I began reading Ben 10 fics, but I'm getting back into my 'Shameless state of mind' so All should go well from now on. Keep the reviews coming, they honestly make my day when I read them :) -Alayna.

Mickey woke up around eight the next morning. His stomach was in knots and he was shaking. He was fucking nervous.

Lip and Mandy woke up around nine, when Caci started crying.

Mickey sat silently on the couch. His mind was spinning. He felt sick.

"You wanna eat before we go?" Mickey shook his head.

"You can eat if you wanna, I can't." Lip nodded and grabbed a pack of cherry pop tarts off the counter.

"I'll eat 'em on the way. Lets go." Lip grabbed his keys and headed out the door; Mickey was barely a foot behind him.

The short drive to the apartment was-for lack of a better word-tense.

Once they parked, Mickey didn't want to get out. He didn't want to confront Ian.

"C'mon Mick, we gotta do this. Before something really bad happens." Mickey shook his head and wouldn't look at Lip.

"Fuck. Look you go with me or you don't but either fucking way get outta my fucking car." Mickey could tell that Lip was frustrated and upset and scared shitless, and he knew exactly why; because he felt the same way.

Mickey slowly got out of the car. He wanted to slam the car door, he wanted to kick the fender and dent it; he resisted. He didn't want Lip pissed off at him, not at a time like this.

Mickey was the first to ascend the stairs to the apartment door.

He hesitated going in. He didn't know what he would find on the other side of the door.

He put the key into the lock and slowly turned it, he heard the click. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw was the broken things all over the living room, dishes, picture frames, the coffee table was tipped over, the cushions were not on the couch, they were scattered around the room.

"Fuck." Mickey cursed softly under his breath.

Lip stood behind Mickey, silently taking in all the damage.

Mickey didn't even want to look in the kitchen, he could image the mess in there.

He skipped the bathroom as well and went straight to the bedroom door.

He was surprised to realize that Lip hadn't followed him to the bedroom, he had gone into the kitchen.

The door wasn't shut all the way and Mickey could see a pile of crumpled, dirty, torn clothes laying in the middle of the room.

He couldn't see Ian, he pushed the door, hoping it didn't make any noise; it didn't.

His saw Ian's bright hair and he smiled, but then he saw Ian's face and his smile disappeared. The younger boy's face was red and puffy, dried tears were visible on his cheeks. Mickey hated himself; he caused those tears.

Ian looked like he had just fallen asleep; Mickey didn't want to wake him, but he knew that he needed to.

He stepped over the pile of clothes and nearly stepped on a picture frame.

He sat gingerly on the bed next to the sleeping red-head.

"Hey, Ian. Wake up baby." He was gentle and loving. He wasn't aggressive or forceful. He still loved Ian despite all the shit that had happened.

Ian reached out and pulled Mickey to him, he snuggled into Mickey, but didn't wake up.

Mickey struggled not to cry. He had to be strong. He had to do it for Ian.

He turned his head slightly and kissed Ian's cheek.

The red-head's eyes began to open.

Mickey could see the panic and the fear and the sadness in them.

He felt his heart shatter.

He felt terrible.

"M..M..Mick?" Ian's voice trembled. Mickey could see the tears in the corners of Ian's eyes.

"Yea, baby I'm here. Are you okay?" Mickey felt incredibly sappy and gay being so sweet but he knew it was what Ian needed. Ian sniffled a few times and nodded.

"Lip is here too, he wants to talk to you okay?" Ian shook his head rapidly.

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna see him." Mickey sighed.

"Alright fine, you don't have to see him, yet." Ian wasn't the same person he was the day before. Mickey felt bad for having left the way he did, he felt horrible for leaving Ian.

Mickey sat there holding Ian against him, for what seemed like forever. Ian was sniffling and Mickey was nearly rocking the kid. Ian seemed fine, just a bit scared.

Until Lip entered the room. As soon as Ian saw Lip, he pushed Mickey away from him.

"BOTH OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He was screaming.

It took less than a second for Ian to go from scared and loving to insanely pissed off.

"Ian, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Mickey stayed silent, he didn't know what to do, so he did nothing.

"GET OUT LIP! NOW!" Mickey was relived that Ian wasn't yelling at him, but he felt bad for Lip.

"No, you're fucking going to a psychiatrist. You're fucking crazy Ian." Mickey didn't think Lip was really approaching the situation in the best way, but he didn't know how to do it any better, so he just let Lip do it his way.

Ian didn't say anything else, he just shook his head and looked at Mickey; silently begging him not to make him go.

"Ya gotta go Gallagher." Ian looked like he was going to start crying.

"But..but..no. I'm not crazy." Mickey sighed.

"I know you're not crazy, but ya still gotta go. Can you do that? For me?" He was not going to say please, he couldn't, that would be begging, and Mickey wasn't begging.

After a long silence, Ian nodded slightly.

Ian didn't bother changing his clothes, all the others were dirty anyway.

Mickey took Ian's hand as the followed Lip out of the apartment. He wasn't holding Gallagher's hand, fuck no. He was just making sure that Ian didn't try to bolt.

Mickey and Ian sat in the back seat of the car together, they were a bit squished because of the car-seat, but Mickey didn't mind.

Lip said something about how before they left the apartment he had called and made an appointment for Ian.

It took less than ten minutes to get to the big grey building where the doctor's office was.

Ian looked as nervous as Mickey felt.

At first Mickey had gone into the session with Ian, but after about twenty minutes he decided it was time for him to go out and sit in the waiting room; Ian needed to talk to the shrink alone.

Second note to readers- Alright I'm ending there. What are your thoughts and feelings about this chapter? -Alayna.