DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM SHAMELESS.

A/n: I would like to apologize in advance for any misspellings or incorrect use of grammar. But other than that I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

I want to give a big shout out to PhoenixGirl369! You gave me the kick I needed to hurry up and get this chapter up so this one is for you! Can't wait to know what you think ;)

MICKEY!

Ian ran to the sidewalk to a beaten Mickey who was holding his side and trying to get up but was failing to hold his balance. He has never once seen Mickey in this state ever since they met. No one had dare try and do something like this to Mickey Milkovich. Trying to harm a Milkovich is was an automatic target on your back. Ian placed his hand against Mickey's face to comfort him but jumped when he felt a set of hands touch his shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Lip asked kneeling down beside his brother.

"Help me get him inside." Ian demanded lifting Mickey's arm around his shoulder.

Mickey hissed in pain as he felt his body lift up off the ground. He was the toughest guy alive but he'll be damned if he show any sign of fear or pain. He didn't want to admit that his body was in any pain so he did what he did best.

"Fuck Gallagher." Mickey said as he stumbled a little.

"If it was up to me I'd leave you right here." Lip said as they continued to carry him to the house.

After finally getting him inside and laying him on the couch he needed answers.

"Who did this?" Ian asked.

"Go down the list Ian. He's Mickey Milkovich. Who wouldn't be the crap out of him." Lip said before both Ian and Mickey's eyes were shooting daggers at Lip.

"Fuck you!" Mickey shot back at Lip still holding his side.

"Lip." Ian said giving his brother a look.

"Okay. I guess I'll keep my comments to myself tonight." Lip said walking back upstairs.

Ian just stared at Mickey thinking what if the events from that day wouldn't have happened that they wouldn't be right here right now. He immediately begin to blame himself. The guy that he has fallen is laying on his couch bloody and beaten. Regardless of what anyone will tell him it's always going to be his fault. Maybe if he wouldn't have practically outted Mickey in front of everyone then it this wouldn't have happened. But at the same time Mickey wouldn't be his and he'd be with the slut instead.

"I know what you're thinking fire-crotch and it's not your fault." Mickey said looking at him knowing exactly what Ian was thinking.

''How is it not my fault Mick? If I would've let you marry her then you wouldn't have gotten beat up." Ian said.

They sat there quiet for a second before he figured he might as break the silence and put a smile on Ian's face at the same time.

"Just because I didn't marry her don't mean you can get all gay and shit on me Gallagher." Mickey said knowing that it would make Ian smile.

"Fuck you." Ian said chuckling a little.

"Maybe later after you clean me up." Mickey said.

"Oh yeah I'll be back." Ian said before running upstairs.

Rushing into his room he grabbed a shirt he hoped with fit Mickey and he went into the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean Mickey with.

"What happened?" a voice came from behind him.

"Somebody beat the shit out of Mickey." Ian said.

"Like he did to you at the wedding." Fiona said knowing it was a low blow.

"Fi, I know you don't like Mickey but I don't know there's just something about him." Ian said as his face lit up.

"You're right I don't like him because he's nothing but trouble but I know you love him." Fi said.

"Yeah" Ian said smiling.

Moments later Ian returned back downstairs with a new shirt and a wet rag in his possession. Helping Mickey take off his shirt he couldn't help but look at his torso. The apparent bruises were starting to form and all you could see was black and blue. He'd wished he was there to help Mickey and maybe he would not have gotten hurt so bad. He didn't realize how long he was staring at Mickey until he heard his voice.

"Keep it in your pants fire-crotch." Mickey said smiling at Ian.

"Does it hurt?" Ian asked.

"It's not as bad as it looks." Mickey said.

Ian traced his finger over a scare that he found under Mickey's nipple. He's never seen it before but it's been there for a while.

"When did you get that?" Ian asked.

"I was drunk one night and got in a fight with my brother and that bitch cut me with a bottle." Mickey said.

"I've never noticed that before." Ian said.

"That's because you're always fucking me from behind. I'm getting hard just thinking about it." Mickey said smiling.

Ian shook his head because only Mickey could be thinking about sex at a time like this. The one time when it should be the last thing on his mind he's thinking about getting some.

Taking the rag he wiped the smudges off of Mickey's face and the blood off of his knuckles. He helped Mickey get the shirt over his head and helped him to his feet.

"You ready?" Ian asked.

"Where we going?" Mickey asked.

"Upstairs. Where else would we go?" Ian asked giving Mickey a confused look.

Walking into the bedroom Ian helped Mickey on the bed and made sure that he was comfortable.

"I don't want to hear no sounds over there tonight." Lip said looking over at Mickey.

"Don't worry Lip. That's the last thing you're going to hear." Ian said.

"Stop being a little bitch Lip. Mickey shot at Lip.

"Stop!" Ian yelled.

"What the hell Ian?" Lip asked shocked.

Ian isn't going to be able to deal with them shooting jabs back and forth every second they're together. It's going to get old fast.

"Look Mickey I know you don't like Lip because of what happened with your sister but you need to get over it. Lip I know you don't like Mickey because of what happened with me so stop being a dick to him. I don't want to have to kick both of your asses and you know I can do it too." Ian said showing who was in charge.

After a little while both Ian and Mickey were laying there just staring at each other from across the room. Ian wondered what was next for the two of them. If Mickey getting beat up just happened on the first day then who knows what's next. His eyes began to get heavy and he drifted off to sleep.

Mickey watched as Ian fell asleep. He looked so peaceful and content with everything. He wished he could lay there with him but for now he would take laying across the room watching him sleep. He may be a little roughed up but he knew tonight was only the beginning and he knew he was going to have to protect Ian. People are crazy and they were going to use Ian to get back at him and he'd be damned if he let that happen.

I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to review!

~J