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Rundown: Ian and Mickey are on call all night long and fall asleep on call later Ian hears stuff he shouldn't
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It was already 4am and he was still on call with the red head, the conversations were dying down and they were both fading in and out of consciousness he was so tired that as soon as the Gallagher had stopped talking he passed out, he was too tired to even bother to hang up
Everything went dark, still but he still had a small conform in his chest knowing Ian was just there on call, of course he would never admit it but he didn't bother hanging up, he could've but he just simply didn't want to
The peacefulness didn't last long as what felt like second later he was awoken by a very hard bang on his wall
His eyes shot open and the sight made him instantly panic he had completely forgotten about everything other than the fact that his father was standing there red faced and eyes burning, hot headed with anger marching over to him
"Did you take my fucking gun you piece of shit?!"
"What? No what gun?"
Mickey tried to stay as calm as possible as franticly stating the truth that he hadn't taken any of his fathers guns wouldn't do anything but escalate the situation
"Yes you did you lying sack of shit!"
He couldn't get another word in before his dad stormed his way over to him and gave him a sharp blow to the head, once, twice and then grabbed him by his shirt and yelled in his face
"It better be in my hands by tomorrow or else, I will not let my fuck up of a son take my shit!"
Mickey watched as his father left the room and slam his door before flopping back down in bed, unable to hold himself up from the dizziness
"Fuck"
He whispered running a weak hand down his face only to see blood smeared on it
All of a sudden he heard a small noise from his phone and his eyes shot open in shock looking at the screen
It was the fucking noise of the call ending
Shit, shit, shit
Maybe it was an accident? Hopefully
He sat there for a second contemplating what to do about the current problem when the bigger one struck he had to find his dads gun before he looses his shut again
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Mick: I need to you to find dads gun not sure which one but can you just check where he left it last time for me
Mandy: Shit what happened this time, you alright?
Mick: fine alright just find the fucking gun please
Mandy: Ok
His sister was the one person in his life who knew exactly how things went and she would always help him out best as she could which was one of the main things Mickey loved about her
He didn't have much time to feel relief before he heard the front door very quietly open and close and at first thought it was Terry but no way he would be that quite after that outburst
Listening to the footsteps he heard them slowly approach his room, Mickey freaked out slightly not knowing who would show up and go to his room of all places but he wasn't taken any chances he reached next to his bed grabbing a knife and pointing it at the person now entering the room
As soon as they entered Mickey saw who it was fucking Ian always at the worst fucking times possible
"Woahh Mickey put the knife down"
"What the fuck Gallagher?"
Mickey shout whispered trying not to wake his dad
"Always at the worst fucking times what do you want?"
He continued still keeping his voice low, Ian stood there quietly not saying anything as Mickey gave him a confused what do you want kind of look
"I um the phone didn't end I uh didn't know what else to do sorry"
Mickey stayed there for a few minutes staring blankly as he didn't know what to say
He rubbed his thumb over his eye brow and decided to not stay there as his father could come in at any moment
Mickey picked up his jacket from the floor and chucked on his shoes
"What are you doing?"
Ian whispered aswell
"Getting the fuck out of this room what does it look like"
"Can I come?"
"No just stay in here till dad wakes up it'll be great yes you're coming with me"
A small smile reached Ian's lips slightly and he followed Mickey out the door
They walked to the dugouts which was their spot to get away from both their family's and just be in their own little world for a minute
"You alright?"
"What kind of stupid question is that yes I'm fine"
"Your heads bleeding pretty bad looks serious Mick"
Mickey reached up and touched his head on which he thought stopped bleeding a while ago
"It's fine"
He wiped at it with his hand and sat there for a few minutes
"You can go I was going to come here anyway you don't have to stick around"
"I'm good felt like seeing you anyway"
"Not gonna get much outta me I just wanna go back to sleep"
A drop of blood got in Mickey eye and he flinched swiping at his eye
"Fuckin' hell"
"Here"
Ian took out a small pocket knife and cut off a bit of his shirt at the bottom and rolled it up slightly and dabbed it on Mickeys head then held it there
Mickey took the cloth from Ian and nudged his hand away
"I can do it myself"
"Alright"
There was a slight silence and Mickey lent back on the seat behind them
"Thanks"
"What?"
"I said thanks asshole"
Ian's smile widened with joy and as much as Mickey didn't want to smile the redheads smile was contagious to him and his face turned to the side not wanting to show how much of a effect the idiot had on his emotions
