All Jacked Up

Summary: Ian and Mickey fell apart after Svetlana got pregnant, but when Ian came back from the army four years later, they got back together again. After that, Ian spent so much time at the Milkovich house that Mickey's son, Jack Daniel Milkovich, became very attached to him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shameless.

I swore to myself that I'd never write a daddy!Mickey fic but here it is and I'm not ashamed. I've seen a few other fanfics with Mickey's son named Jack. I hope no one thinks I'm copying them. Ahh I just really like the name.

Mickey Milkovich's entire life was fucked up.

After the day that his father caught him with Ian Gallagher's dick up his ass, he was forced to get married and have a baby just to prove that he wasn't gay. Ian tried to stop him before he got to the altar, but Mickey wouldn't listen. Survival came first. Ian couldn't stand to see Mickey married to someone else, so he left for the army.

Mickey couldn't admit it aloud, but he was in love with the Gallagher. Ian had been his only real friend. He was the only one that Mickey could show his real self to. After the younger boy left, Mickey thought that he would never get another chance to be happy.

At least, that's what he thought until his wife, Svetlana, gave birth to a baby boy.

They named him Jack Daniel Milkovich, and he was perfect. From the very first instant that Mickey held the little baby in his arms, he swore never to fuck him up the way that his own father did to him. For the first time in Mickey's life, he allowed himself to openly love someone.

Even as the years passed and Svetlana bailed on their marriage, Mickey proved himself to be a great father. Everything he did, he did for his son. He suppressed his own desires to make sure that his son had a great life.

Mickey never let himself want anything of his own until four years later, when Ian Gallagher finally came back to the South Side. As much as he tried to suppress it, Mickey's craving for the other boy instantly resurfaced.

Every time that Mandy brought Ian by the house, Mickey could barely look him in the eye. Ian was just as perfect as Mickey remembered him. Even Jack loved having him around.

Mickey always tried to make sure that he and the redhead were never alone together, but one day, Ian came by while Mandy had taken Jack out for ice cream. It was the first time that they'd been completely alone since Mickey's wedding.

After four years apart, Mickey couldn't really help it. Being with Ian again ignited all of the old feelings and it just happened. Within minutes, their lips pressed together desperately, and their love for each other burned once again.

Mickey sat at the kitchen table and stared blankly at the TV. A baseball game was playing, but he wasn't paying attention. Ever since he and Ian started hooking up again, he had a lot on his mind.

Mickey had forgotten what it felt like to be so happy. He never wanted it to end, but if he was being honest with himself, he knew that nothing had really changed since they were teenagers. Ian still wanted commitment, and Mickey still couldn't give it to him.

After every time he and Ian fucked, he told himself that it was going to be the last time. He couldn't live like that anymore. He had a son to think about now.

But then he saw Ian again and his resolve disappeared. Nothing could change how he felt.

Mickey sighed deeply and glanced over to Jack who was sitting next to him drinking orange juice and happily coloring on a piece of paper. Seeing the kid so happy finally snapped him out of his thoughts and brought a small smile to his face.

"What'cha drawin' there, kiddo?" he asked curiously.

"My famwy," Jack said simply, not bothering to look up from his work.

Mickey examined the drawing and frowned. There were three misshapen stick figures in the picture.

"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to the stick figure with red hair.

"That's Gawagher," Jack replied. The color slowly drained from Mickey's face.

"Why is Gallagher in the picture?" he asked, fearing the answer.

"Cause he's gonna be my new mommy," Jack said as if it were obvious.

Mickey froze. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. "And just where the fuck did you get that idea?" he growled.

Jack looked up in alarm. He didn't understand why his father was suddenly so angry.

"I saw you kissed him," he explained, "but the kids at daycare said daddies only kiss mommies."

Mickey sighed, stressfully rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. "You saw us?"

Jack nodded and reached for the green crayon to color in Ian's eyes.

Mickey hated himself for letting Ian kiss him where his own son could see. He was usually so careful. Jack must have walked past them the other day when Ian was helping him make dinner. That day, Ian and Mickey ended up making out against the refrigerator while the food burnt on the stove. They thought that Jack had been preoccupied in the living room watching cartoons.

"Listen, you already have a mommy, kid," Mickey said. "Her name's Svetlana."

"I never met her," Jack replied, sounding uninterested.

"You did too," Mickey argued. "When you were super small."

"Nuh-uh," Jack insisted.

"It's true. I married her and everything," Mickey swore, almost as if he was trying to prove his heterosexuality to the kid.

"You gonna mawy Gawagher next?" Jack asked hopefully.

A sudden anger boiled in Mickey's stomach and rose up like bile. His kid shouldn't be talking like that.

"Don't you ever fucking say that again!" he yelled. "Boys don't marry each other, Jack! It just doesn't happen. Never forget that!"

Jack was upset by his father's tone, but he held in his tears. He was a Milkovich, and Milkoviches don't cry.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because people like that are called fags," Mickey shouted. "It's fucking disgusting and you shouldn't even be talking like that unless you wanna get killed! I swear, I…" Mickey trailed off, taking in the sight of his son's terrified, confused face. He realized that he was acting just like his own father.

He sighed, trying his best to calm down. His son didn't deserve to be yelled at. He didn't do anything wrong. "Listen, I'm sorry, kid. You just… you shouldn't talk about that kind of thing around anyone else, okay? And don't tell anyone that daddy kissed Gallagher. People wouldn't understand."

Jack nodded meekly. "I don't understand," he said quietly. "Why do people hate fags?"

Mickey sighed. "I don't understand either," he murmured.

Jack paused. He didn't like that answer.

"But if boys could mawy, then would Gawagher be my new mommy?" he asked hopefully.

The kid didn't realize just how deep and painful that question was to Mickey.

"Yeah," Mickey said softly. "But that ain't gonna happen."

Jack looked down at his picture, frowning intensely at the happy family of stick figures staring back at him. "Daddy, can Gawagher still keep coming over? I like him. He weads me bedtime stories with the funny voices."

A small smile formed on Mickey's face. "Yeah," he said. "He's not gonna be your new mommy or anything, but… I've got a feeling that Gallagher's always gonna be around."