I know it said complete on the other thing, but Nony suggested I write what happened afterwards with Mandy and Callum, so I figured what the hell. . .

Mandy didn't quite know what the hell had happened.

One minute Mickey and Ian were fighting and Mickey had slammed Ian against the wall. It had seemed to be a bit of a stalemate, Mickey's hands around Ian's throat and Ian's legs around Mickey's chest. She'd stopped screaming at them then, because she'd honestly just figured that they'd choke the air out of each other for a little bit longer before stopping.

She hadn't really seen the whole kiss thing coming.

It was almost like she'd blinked and missed the whole moment that it started, she thought she must have, because they seemed to blend so seamlessly from fighting to kissing. Mickey's hands were in Ian's hair and Ian was gripping Mickey like their very lives depended on that touch.

And it wasn't even fucking romantic. It looked painful. Mandy had kissed Ian and it had been gentle, sort of sweet and she'd known his heart hadn't been in it because after all he was gay and it had only been for show. But this, what she was watching was brutal and raw, like every emotion they'd ever kept inside of themselves was suddenly being thrown out into the open for anyone to see.

What astounded her wasn't the fact that her brother was gay or that he apparently had a bit of a thing with Ian – because there was no way anybody kissed like that without there being history – it was the fact that Mickey cared. He'd deny it later of course, but it was unmistakable in the way that he was holding on to Ian, the possessiveness that seemed to be leaking out of him.

One of them moaned, she couldn't tell which and she could see blood on their lips as they kissed, but she didn't know which one of them was bleeding and neither seemed to care. If anything, the fact they could taste blood on their tongues only made them more desperate.

Mandy knew it was wrong to be watching them, especially considering Ian's legs had slid down Mickey's back, still locked around him until they were connected by the groin. Mandy could see them moving against each other and it felt so wrong to be watching her brother like that, but she just couldn't tear her eyes away, because it was sort of horrifically beautiful. She could see their muscles flexing and tensing with the strength with which they were holding onto each other. She knew their fingers must have been digging in hard enough to leave bruises, but she found herself being jealous of that.

She wanted someone to love her like that.

Wanted someone to not only want to feel the hurt, but to need it from her, to take it right along with the love. She wanted the sort of love she was looking at, the bold, blatantly raw, deep rooted love that she knew would be locked back up in a box when they were finished. She wanted someone to hold on to her like Ian was holding on to Mickey, like the world was shifting underneath their feet and all they had was each other to hold on to.

Mandy wanted that.

And she may not have known a hell of a lot, she may not have been the smartest person in the world, but she knew that what she was witnessing didn't come along every day. It didn't just happen, even though she couldn't for the life of her work out where it had come from with Ian and Mickey.

She couldn't think of anything they had in common, but this.

Mickey was the one to move, he was the one to step back just enough so that Ian's feet dropped to the floor. Mickey forced open his bedroom door and it was like they were one person when they moved. There wasn't anything smooth about it and they were bleeding and bruised as they topped through into Mickey's room, but they looked so connected. They were still kissing the entire time and they were so lost in what they were doing or maybe just so unashamed about it that they didn't think to close the door.

She saw Ian's shirt come off, cast aside and breaking the kiss. She was Mickey twist his nipples in a way that had to be painful, but the sound that came from Ian wasn't something Mandy had ever thought anybody could make. It literally sounded like he was choking on the feeling of pleasure.

She crept forwards when they fell onto the bed, just catching a sight of Mickey ramming his hands down the back of Ian's trousers, almost frantic in his actions to get them off before she eased the door shut. They didn't even notice that she'd done it and she didn't think they were going to notice anything but each other for a while.

"Did that really just happen, or did I imagine that?" she turned around and saw Callum standing there, looking wide-eyed and hurt, which she supposed was probably understandable. His boyfriend had just fought with and then made out with someone in front of him and judging by the sounds coming from behind Mickey's bedroom door, they weren't exactly playing scrabble in there.

She didn't quite know what she was supposed to say. So she said the first thing that came into her head, "You tell anyone about my brother being gay and I'll make you wish you were never born." She knew that wasn't what you wanted people to know in this neighbourhood.

Callum snorted, like he thought that was just typical that that was what she would be worried about, not his feelings or anything. But in Mandy's defence, blood ran thicker than water. "Don't worry, I'm not that fucking stupid," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "Definitely didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I," she admitted, "I didn't even know they were friends."

She wondered if they actually even were or if they'd just completely skipped out that stage. She could imagine Ian being the one to do all the talking, but from the small glimpse she'd caught of them just then, it seemed like they were totally on the same wavelength no matter what their differences or Mickey's personality. And the guy was certainly flawed, as his sister, she could be the first one to admit that.

It made Ian a better person than most if he actually put up with his crap.

"I think I'm just gonna go," he said, motioning over his shoulder to the door.

Mandy didn't know what she was going to say when she opened her mouth, but the sudden shout of, "Fuck Gallagher!" made her cringe and she'd be damned if she had to sit there and listen to that all afternoon. Besides, she was already dressed up and ready to go, so it wasn't like it was any hassle for her.

"You still up for going shopping?" she asked, hearing a bang from the other room and deciding she didn't actually want to know what that had been because it didn't exactly encourage nice thoughts in her head.

Callum just shrugged, looking surprised, "Yeah sure."

Mandy could safely say she'd never run out of her own house so fast in her entire life. Never again did she want to hear her brother moan like that, never again!