A/N: In which I fix things between Ian and Mickey and with Mandy. Hope you like it :)

"It's really over, isn't it?" Ian looked at Fiona with sad eyes. "With Mickey, I mean."

They were sitting in front of the tv watching some dumb movie, but neither was paying attention to it, anyway. Both lost in thought about their complicated love lives.

Fiona said nothing, just brought her hand and placed on top of Ian's, staring at him with simpathetic eyes.

"I-I went to his house yesterday. He wasn't there".

*FLASHBACK ON*

Ian knocked on the door as hard as he could. He felt really anxious and a little apprehensive, but he needed to do this.

There was no answer. He knocked again.

"Jesus Christ, I'm going, can't you just hold the fuck up?" He heard a familiar voice say through the door.

The door opened and there stood Iggy Milkovich, looking pissed and tired. His eyes softened a little when he saw the redhead.

"Ian, hey, man"

"Hi, Iggy...is Mickey here?" Ian asked, hesitantly.

"No, man, sorry." He eyed him with a sad expression. "He, uh, actually is not living here anymore."

"W-what the fuck do you mean?" His heart was beating so loudly, he was afraid it might burst out of his chest.

"He's living with Mandy. Indiana. Said he had to protect her of some shit, but I think he just needed to get away" Iggy paused. "Sorry, Ian"

"It's okay," It's not. "Did he say anything about me or left some message?"

"Yeah, he actually did, but I don't think-"

"Please, tell me what he said." Ian said, his voice breaking.

"He-he said that if I ever saw you, it was to tell you to fuck yourself."

"Oh." He chewed his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry." He eyed him pitying.

Ian nodded and left. He's always loathed pity.

*FLASHBACK OFF*

"Oh, Ian, I'm so sorry-"

"Stop it, okay? I am tired of people apologizing to me, when I was the one who screwed up! I shouldn't have done that to him, but I thought it was for the best, ya know?" Ian said, tears spilling down.

"Did you try calling him?"

"Yes, he-he never picks up. I lost him for good."

Fiona hugged him tightly and in that moment, her heart broke for him. And as her sister, she knew what she had to do.

"Shit, has he been like this all day?" Fiona asked, looking at the unmoving figure on the bed.

"Yeah, it's getting worse, Fiona. He doesn't wanna take his meds." Debbie answered.

"Yeah, I know. I-I think I know what to do." Debbie looked at her, curious. "We're going to Indiana".

8 a.m. on a saturday and there was an insistent knock on the door.

"Jesus, who the fuck is this? It better be important because-" Mickey paused as he saw who was across the door.

"Mickey, hey" Fiona said, as Debbie gave him a small smile.

He seemed to process what was going on for a minute, before trying to shut the door. He was interrupted, though, by Fiona's foot.

"Come on, we gotta talk to you" Fiona said and her expression made Mickey's heart sink in his chest.

"W-what, uh, did something happen to Ian, is he okay?" Mickey asked nervously.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, no. But you already knew that. Can we come in?" Debbie asked.

He looked at them with appreciative eyes, then sighed. He opened the door and gestured for them to come in.

"Thought you were living with Mandy?" Fiona said, as she entered the house.

"She lives next door. Where the fuck did you get all this information? How did you find me?"

"Your brothers told us after, um, we gave them some shit. They're pretty easy to get info from" Fiona replied.

"Shit, fucking bastards." Mickey said, as he pinched his nose. "What do you want?"

"We're here to talk about Ian." Debbie said, seriously.

Mickey said nothing, just waited for them to say more.

"He's getting worse, Mickey. Right now, he's in his depression mode and we don't know what to do. One night we caught him with a knife," Mickey's eyes widened at that, filled with worry. "But we took it from him before he did anything stupid. He needs to be watched 24/7 and all that because he doesn't want to take his pills."

Mickey stayed silent for a while.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? He's not my boyfriend anymore...I tried, okay? I tried to be what he wanted, I changed for him. He doesn't want me and he doesn't like the pills. There's nothing I can do." He sniffed, trying not to cry.

"Really? You really believe that? Of course he wants you, Mickey. He knows the shit he did...he went to your house, looking for you." Debbie said.

"H-He did?" Mickey asked, his heart beating fast in his chest.

"Yes. And he was devastated when he knew you were gone. He wants you back, Mickey." Fiona said.

"He said that?"

"Not with all the letters, but it's pretty obvious, yes. He needs you. And honestly, you're our only hope to bring the old Ian back."

"He's not different, ya know? He's the same dork I feel for," He looked down, shyly. "He just does some stupid shit sometimes, but he's still the same".

There was a moment of silence.

"I was wrong about you." Fiona whispered.

"Huh?" Mickey asked, clearly lost in thought.

"When you and Ian first started dating, I thought you were just another thug who didn't care or anything or anyone, that you would break his heart after a while. I was wrong. You're a good person, Mickey".

"You are." Debbie agreed.

Mickey looked at them both and admitted shyly, "I love your brother"

"We know. And he loves you too. I know you're both miserable without each other, so why don't you come back?"

Mickey chewed the insides of his cheeks and nodded.

"Okay. But let me do something first, okay?"

"I'm not going back there...There's nothing there for me." Mandy said, her voice barely audible during the last words.

"Mandy, come on! I'm not gonna leave you here with that piece of trash, you deserve so much better! And you're gonna find someone, okay? Look at me, I didn't even deserve it as much as you, but Ian came into my life to make everything better, I-" He stopped talking and bit his lip, staring down shyly.

"You always think so low of yourself" Mandy said, sadly.

"Yeah, and so do you."

They stayed quiet for a while, when Mandy broke the silence.

"I thought things hadn't worked out between you and Ian? Yesterday, you couldn't ever hear his name." She said, making it sound like a question.

"I'm gonna fix it. I just need you to come with me, please. I am your brother and I must take care of you or some shit, right?"

"Aww, you're so sweet!" Mandy said, in a teasing tone.

"Fuck off" He said, but couldn't hide his smile. "So, are you coming?"

She stared at him for a few seconds and said. "Yes...okay, I will".

"Ian?" No response. "Come on, Ian..talk to us." Still no response. Debbie sighed.

Fiona looked at Mickey, then at Ian, who was completely oblivious to his lover's presence in the room.

"I think you should go in now. We're gonna leave you two alone." Fiona whispered. "Thank you."

Mickey only nodded. When the door closed, he whispered:

"Ian?"

The boy shifted on the bed, but said nothing.

Mickey knew the other boy wouldn't respond, so he just took his coat off, and joined the redhead on the bed, cuddling him from behind.

Ian let him. And if he moved just a little closer to the warm body behind him, neither boy pointed it out.

Mickey woke up to a soft hand stroking his face.

He smiled, eyes still closed.

"You're here." He heard the other boy whisper. He opened his eyes and was greeted by those hypnotic green eyes he secretly loved.

He smiled even bigger and said. "I am here. And I'm not leaving. Next time you pull out a shit like that, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, firecrotch."

Ian said nothing, just continued to stroke his lover's face, moving occasionally to his hair.

But Mickey could swear he saw the ghost of a smile in the other boy's face.

Hey, guys! So if you have any prompts you can send it to my tumblr (make-it-dark-again). I'm kinda out of ideas, so please send your requests!