"I object." Mandy said while standing up, not caring about the gasps and sounds of outrage she heard behind her. Svetlana turned and looked at her, looking angry as she spoke, Mickey stared at her in silence looking shocked for a second but kept his expression neutral.

"I get married today, we had deal." She said angerly looking towards Terry with her arm's crossed. Terry's face turned red and he barely kept himself from yelling.

"Ignore her and continue with the damn wedding." He stated and it seemed everyone was turning back towards them to continue before Mandy spoke up again.

"I'll marry her." Mandy said crossing her arms, same sex marriage had been allowed for years with the whole soulmate thing people had less objections with it when soulmates wasn't something you chose and there was a good amount of same sex soulmates. Mickey didn't know what to say or if he should say anything, Mandy was determined once she had an idea in her head. Terry stood up in anger, glaring at Mandy with hate.

"I will not have some faggot wedding take place!" Mandy was about to open her mouth and argue when Svetlana spoke up, letting go of Mickey's hand, which made him feel relief and guilt, he was worried Mandy was forcing herself to do this, he didn't want Terry to hurt her and didn't want her to regret it.

"Yes, I marry, we have dyke relationship. This is acceptable yes?" Svetlana said easily, beckoning Mandy over with her hand. Mickey watched the exchange in silence, though he kept an eye on Terry not wanting him to hurt his sister for this. Mandy walked forward and held her hand out to Svetlana with a forced smile.

"No way in hell!" Terry yelled moving towards them, to be stopped by other girls Svetlana worked with.

"You sit down, we marry, have party. Or I call cops, we marry without you." Terry grumbled but sat back down with coaxing from a few of the girls Svetlana worked with, Mickey looked around confused, unsure of what to do. Mandy nodded subtly at him before she shoved him out of her way, and he slowly went to sit down in her seat, not looking around to see the reactions.

Terry seemed angry throughout the wedding but it seemed he was less inclined to resort to violence in front of an audience, and most homophobes were more against two males compared to two females, Mickey knew it was cause of how much men fetishized lesbians, which he didn't get the appeal of for obvious reasons.

When they got to accepting the vows Mandy didn't hesitate to say "I do" after a quick glance with a small smile at him. They kissed in front of everyone, Mickey watched and didn't see any disgust on Mandy's face which comforted him a bit. They all celebrated and shortly after Svetlana dragged Mandy away to enjoy the small honeymoon that was originally planned for them. He gave Mandy a concerned looked that asked if she was okay and received a nod and a smile. Mickey drank but kept his wits about him as he didn't trust Terry to not do anything, though the whore friends seemed to be distracting him enough for the night.

It was an hour in when he saw Lip came in, looking around. Shit wasn't Mandy dating him? He decided to go talk to him, Mandy was helping him so he would talk to Gallagher's asshole brother.

"Who you looking for?" He asked as he took a sip of his drink, he even managed to not sound angry.

"Mandy or Ian..." Lip spoke, giving him a side eye look, probably questioning why Mickey was talking to him.

"I don't know why Ian would be here, but Mandy... left already." He was tempted to say off on her honeymoon but wasn't sure if Mandy would want him to find out this way or not.

"I see. No one has seen Ian all day and he's not responding to any texts or calls, was hoping you being... you would know something." Lip said staring at Mickey and it was then that it clicked, Lip knew they were soulmates. Fuck, he didn't want to talk about Ian, but seeing the concern on Lip's face he gave a little. He'd want to know if it was Mandy.

"I haven't seen him... but he's not dead or anything." He said the last part quietly as he walked passed Lip, ending any continuation of the conversation.

Mickey then left the party to wander around the southside, drinking as he walked, he wasn't looking for Ian, he just wanted to walk around. And the high school bleachers were a good spot to sit for a bit, that's the only reason he found himself there, not at all disappointed to find no one else there.

He ended up back home and passed out in his bed, he felt exhausted even with being drunk. The whole day was just a lot to deal with and he was glad it was over, he still wished he'd wake up to find it had all been a bad dream.

He woke up the next afternoon and stopped as he entered the living room seeing Mandy and Svetlana sitting cuddled up on the couch watching tv. He looked around and none of this sibling or Terry were around. He sat down on the other side of the couch, and it took him a second to speak, he didn't know how to take this situation at all.

"Everything okay Mandy?" He asked and Mandy let out a small laugh at her brothers obvious confusion on what to do.

"Yes Mick, I'm fine. Me and Lana talked and such last night. Decided we have to sell this to make it believable to Terry." Mandy said easily as Mickey nodded slowly, unable to ask anything when he wasn't sure how open to be with someone else around.

"No worry I help, Mandy help get green card, I help Mandy. Just like I don't tell about fake finish to Terry." Svetlana said to him which took him a second to understand what she meant, he was about to ask about wat she mean by fake finish when he remembered the time they had sex that he'd been blocking from his mind since it happened. He gave a nod but didn't say anything. Mandy stared at him for a moment before she got up and nodded towards his room, before turning back to Svetlana.

"I'll be back, gonna talk to Mickey alone for a bit." The Russian nodded at her then him and Mandy made their way to his room, sitting down on his bed.

"I know you're worried about me, but I just wanna say that I'd rather be married to her than watch you force yourself to marry her, I know Terry forced you to... And me and her have an understanding, she knows I married her so you wouldn't have to and she's on our side as long as she gets her green card." Mandy stated just to get it out of the way. Mickey let out a sigh and turned to her.

"I'm sorry you have to marry someone for my sake, aren't you dating that Gallagher asshole?"

"I was, we broke up yesterday before the wedding." Mandy responded with a shrug obviously not wanting to get into it.

"Let me know if he needs a beat down. He was looking for you and Ian yesterday at the wedding. Apparently no one had seen him all day or some shit." Mickey said trying to seem like he didn't care.

"Don't try that Milkovich pretending I don't care shit on me. I'm fine and well... Ian left." She said looking over at him.

"Left where?"

"I don't know exactly the location he went but he joined the army. I'm the only one he told."

"Fuck the army, really?" Mickey asked his voice going quiet towards the end of his question.

"Yeah, he knows I'd probably tell you. He set it up so I could get bond suppressants. For you or we can sell them, whatever you want to do. The army does provide them free of charge after all." Mickey didn't answer for a minute as he tried to take it all in. Eventually he told Mandy to just get them, and keep them secured in her room and they'd decide where to go from there.

Mandy explained more about her relationship with Svetlana and how she was going to explore her sexuality, maybe end up friends, and it'd be a good distraction after her relationship ending. Mickey was just glad that she didn't seem to be forcing herself and that her and Svetlana were going to look out for each other.

For awhile he thought his life was going to calm down, Terry ignored Mandy and Svetlana for the most part and there was only annoyed grumbling when he saw them together cuddling or anything like that. He was hoping aside from that his life would go back to how it was before he met Gallagher, but Terry was keeping a closer eye on him, making him take part in almost all of the drug runs and also making sure he fucked his fair share of whores, he forced himself through it, always wearing a condom and whenever he came it was always Ian he saw in his mind.

It got more difficult to finish with the girls his dad chose, that he started "casually dating" Angie Zago, at least with her weight it was easier to ignore her feminine curves or whatever, and he told her that his sex drive wasn't that high so they maybe fucked once a week, and she was free to fuck other guys whenever she wanted, and would use his reputation as protection and occasionally he'd hang out without and they'd get high together. Not that they really talked much, the main part was it kept Terry off his back. He never invited her to his place, his room was his, with memories of times with Ian in it.

Mandy would sell the suppressors she got when she got the next batch, so she had them in case he needed them. Her and Mickey agreed to half the money they made from them and keep it secret from the rest of the family, saving up money for whatever the future could throw at them.

The longing from the bond stayed steady for the most part, anytime he dreamed it was always of Gallagher, he tried to make sure he was drunk before he passed out most times as he barely dreamed those nights. It went on like this for a couple months.

It was when he felt emotions from the bond whirling with inspirations, overly happy, sexual pleasure and full of energy feeling, bouncing all over the place that he tried the bond suppressors for the first time. Explaining it to Mandy she got a bit concerned but gave him the suppression pills he asked for and though he didn't ask he was sure she texted him.

He was only able to take them for a week before he couldn't take it anymore, they worked well and the longing from the bond stopped, no random emotions at all coming through but he also couldn't feel Ian at all, He liked being able to tell if Gallagher was alive at least, his bond was one where he could reach out and tell. Without that it made him paranoid that he'd sometimes panic when there wasn't anything that was green around him to confirm that he was indeed still alive out there.

When he returned what was left to Mandy she took them back without asking why, giving him a small smile and letting him retreat back to his room. He continued to feel Ian's emotions go all over the place and he admitted to himself that it made him worry and he'd sometimes felt sick to his stomach with it.

Mandy was doing well, and that was all that mattered around him currently, he felt himself putting distance emotionally from everything around him, he would do work with Terry and it all felt robotic, he'd get high with Angie and just let his mind go blank. The only time he felt anything was when he fucked Angie, he would cum with Ian in his mind and feel disgusted at himself and the longing for Ian would overtake everything else, he would always leave Angie after that to wander aimlessly until he became numb again then headed home.

No one besides Mandy seemed to be able to tell, judging by the concerned looks he saw on her face when she looked at him sometimes. He still acted like he always did, swearing a lot, laughing when he normally would, drinking with his brothers and Terry after they succeeded in the heist, drug deal or whatever the fuck else they were doing. He also ended up being a pimp for Svetlana and some other girls when they started getting less money when the tai place got a new shipment of girls in and Mickey ended up confronting the manager when she started making less.

After he got them situated at the Albi, he focused more on his job with scams on the side whenever Terry asked.

It went on like this for couple weeks, while Mickey tried his best to block out most of Gallagher's emotions.

It was when Terry went back to jail that everything started to change again, first he felt exhausted from the constant acting he had been doing around Terry and ended up staying in his room for a week if he could help it, ignoring Angie's texts and just drinking and sleeping.

He slipped up and ended up drunk and horny on the second night, and pulled out the hidden picture of Ian from the magazine in the washroom. He wasn't even able to fucking finish and just ended up more frustrated at everything, with a bloody hand and a cracked mirror.

It was also during that week that Mandy came into his room, she sat on his bed in silence until he turned down his music and focused on her. Worried that something had happened to her, he sat next to her.

"Did something happen?" She shook her head, then turned to him before she just blurted out what she intended to say.

"Ian's back in Chicago." He stared at her not knowing what to say before he mouth moved without his permission.

"He in trouble?" Mandy gave him a sad smile in response, seeing real emotion in his eyes, its been so long since she could feel real emotion coming from him and not the fake ones he chose to display to the world,

"I don't know, he's been back for awhile... But his family is looking for him, Fiona went to jail and Liam almost died... And Debbie and Lip found him working at a gay bar but couldn't get him to have an actual conversation with them." She gave him a moment to respond, watching as concern showed on his face for a second before he hid it, and he closed is eyes in concentration.

"And? He's for sure alive..." His voice went more quiet as he continued.

"It feels like he's having a good time, his emotions are high, and jumping a bit but its been that way for awhile. Maybe lots of drinking, sex and drugs..." He said with a shrug not looking at her. She sighed and put her hand on his shoulder. She was really worried about her best friend, she was barely getting texts from him and since he left Ned's he hadn't told he where he was currently living. She hadn't told Ian of the wedding, how she ended up married instead of Mickey, she just didn't feel like it was her place, and Ian didn't ask about Mickey either. As much as she hated keeping things from him, she didn't want to bring it up when he probably needed time. After all she knew how it felt to not want to think of your soulmate and need some distance from them. But she was still concerned and knew that Mickey would find him if he was in Chicago and he tried plus maybe by talking to him, he would at least get him to reach out to his family.

"I want you to try and talk to him, Terry's back in jail, Lip and Debbie failed and he won't take my calls and just tells me he's busy." She felt him stiffen beneath her hand.

"I have nothing do with him anymore, you know that. It's better this way."

"That's a lie and we both know it, someone needs to tell him about his family and you can feel his emotions and at least know if you're getting through to him. Now's the best time with Terry back in jail." Mandy looked at her brother, her eyes pleading in a way she knew was hard for him to refuse. Once he saw what she was doing Mickey turned away from with a sigh pinching the bridge of his nose a bit.

"I'll think about it okay... Don't you have a fucking wife to bother or something." Mickey asked shooing her away, he took the rest of the week to think it over and started trying not to ignore and block out the emotions he got from Ian.

Ian went from being full of energy to more numb, Mickey assumed either from drugs or something else, most nights there was sexual pleasure of some kind, which Mickey tried not to think about. Ian could be jacking off for all he knew, it wasn't his fucking business anyways.

Eventually he gave in, as he couldn't get his mind off of it anyways. He was just going to tell him about his family and check up on him, nothing more, nothing less. He got the name of the club Lip and Debbie found Ian at and decided to start from there, threatening anyone he needed to get more information, leading him to another gay club.

When he finally found Ian, his heart stopped. There was Ian who tried his best to study to go to the army, so full of ambition, dancing on some old guys lap for money and taking random drugs offered to him. Mickey's feet were moving before he finished processing the scene in front of him, he just couldn't stand it. He smacked the old guy in the shoulder, already annoyed and he never was a patient guy.

"Time's up, lovebirds. Get up." He felt Ian's surprise for a brief moment at seeing him and the redhead was getting up like he said, the old guy continued to sit and stare.

"That means get the fuck up, it's my turn." He continued annoyed pulling the old guy out of the seat and shoving him away, which apparently meant not just leaving.

"I'll look for you later Curtis." The guy said in his stupid fucking ancient as if that made it acceptable for him to creep on someone more than half his age.

"Curtis? That your fucking stage name?"

"Twenty-five bucks get you a dance." Ian stated cutting him off.

"Excuse me?" He asked in disbelief.

"Don't wanna dance, gotta move on." Ian stated, not feeling any strong emotions according to the bond.

"Okay, alright." He couldn't believe he had to pay for a dance just to talk to him, this night was not going how he planned at all. he pulled out the money as he spoke.

"Twenty-Five buck for your ass huh? Never had to pay for that shit before." Ian moved up his shirt, not moving to take the money from him at all, Mickey hesitated briefly before he slipped it into the rim of his shorts. Ian grabbed his shirt and pushed him back into the couch, grinding against his lap. All Mickey felt was uncomfortable, and he didn't get any emotional response from Ian, making it all feel worse. His heart sped up slightly as Ian moved closer speak into his ear.

"So how's your day going so far?" Ian asked, his breath against Mickey's ear. Annoying him instantly as he was hoping for some acknowledgment from his soul- from Gallagher.

"How's my fucking day going." Mickey repeated in annoyed disbelief, was Ian really going to just keep pretending that they didn't know each other, and treating him like every other customer.

"Having fun?" Ian continued like Mickey responded to his first stupid fucking question.

"No I'm not having fun, I spent the whole day looking for your coked out ass. Your family is worried about you." Mickey continued trying to at least get something from the coked out redhead. Which the other continued his lap dance, moving against his lap.

"Hello?" He tried again when Ian didn't respond to his words in any way, unless him, putting his weird scarf around his neck turning around and making it harder for them to talk was counted as a fucking reaction.

"Fuck, I can't talk to you like this, can we go outside." He suggested, still not getting a reply.

"These fudge packers got so much snow up your beak that you're tweaking like a little bitch." He continued, getting zero enjoyment from the laptop dance, and he came here to talk and it was going fucking no where in here.

"Twenty-five bucks only buys you one dance." Ian said finally speaking, looking at him.

"Okay, then lets go back to my place and you can sober up a little bit." Mickey tried again, trying to get something from the other.

"Catch up or some shit and tell me about how you ended up here." He continued again, trying to engage with the other.

"That was fun." Ian said, getting up looking at him, wrapping his weird sparkly scarf thing around himself, and stepping away.

"Find me if you want another one." He added on as he turned and started trying to walk away.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Mickey exclaimed getting up and grabbing Ian's shoulder, he wasn't just going to let Ian leave without saying what he came here to say.

"Hey, look you don't wanna hang out with me that fine, You need to call your family." Mickey said bluntly, while trying to make eye contact that was clearly avoided by the other.

"Your dads dying Ian, Fiona almost killed Liam." Mickey continue not looking away from Ian as he finally made eye contact, seems the new caught his attention at least. He even felt a small amount of concern from Ian.

"Call them." He finished, as the bouncer came over interrupting them and telling Ian there was a guy elsewhere that may want a dance. Not like he wasn't leaving anyways. Obviously Ian's coked ass was staying here and dancing for whatever old fucks showed interest, his plan was to head home, but as soon as he was outside he ended up standing around smoking, the club closed soon anyways. No big deal.

When he looked over and saw Ian, some old fuck had his hands down his pants, then the weird fuck licked his face and next thing he knew he was pulling the old guy back by the back of his shirt, telling him to molest someone his own age and punching him in the stomach and threatening the guy for money, he probably had a good amount if he was going out with guys half his age. Fucking old perverts in this place, he kicked him as he turned away and ran like a middle aged woman.

"And learn how to run like a dude!" He yelled after the pedo as he left, he bent down and picked up the money as he saw Ian in the corner of his vision passed out in the snow in his sleeveless shirt, he forgot about the rest of the money as he went over to him. At not getting a response from the redhead he picked him up, fuck it was going to be a long walk home, its not like Ian was a small kid anymore. Just as he was about start walking some guy called out about someone calling for a youber or some bullshit, either way it sounded like a ride and Mickey used the money he got to pay for a ride back to his place.

Once he got home he set Ian down on his bed, which was in fact Mandy's old bed so it wasn't as small as his old one, they got a new bed for him and Svetlana that Mandy and her now shared. He knew he could of laid down next time him but he was still catching up on seeing Ian again and just continued staring at him, smoking more than he should

After a bit, Mandy poked her head in, didn't say anything but gave his shoulder a squeeze before she covered Ian with a blanket and left them alone again. Mickey lit another cigarette, he had no idea where to go from here. Should he sleep on the floor? Try and wake Ian up? Fuck... He had work in the morning too, Mickey made himself a bed on the floor and let Ian keep the bed even though they could of shared. It just didn't feel comfortable when he didn't know where they stood or had even really talked to Ian, and he didn't count the club as them talking.

He finally fell asleep, after a lot of tossing and turning, checking on Ian whenever he woke up briefly to make sure he was still there and breathing.

The next morning when he got up Ian was still sleeping, he let out a sigh and headed out to work. After placing some Advil and water on the side table for when the other woke up. When he got to work he realized he left his phone at home and swore under his breath, he tried his best to keep his thought away from the redhead at home, the day seemed to drag on when he really just wanted to head home. He took off from work early, speed walking home.

He entered his room in a rush and just stood in the door way, Ian was gone and his phone was sitting on the bed where Ian had been, other than that there was no sign that Ian had even been there. He picked up his phone, seeing no new notifications, he then unlocked it with a swipe up, opening to a text from Angie, which said "Hey boyfriend of mine, everything okay? haven't heard from you in a bit. Come over and there'll be a surprise for you ? ﾟﾍﾆ"

Of course she would choose to text him something like that today when he had apparently left his phone in his room with Ian. Just fucking perfect. He pocketed his phone and headed out the door, heading straight over to the Gallagher's hoping that Ian ended up back home and not wherever the fuck he'd been staying.

Fuck here he goes, rushing in again without a plan. All because of fucking Gallagher.