Ian shoots up in fear on his bed, having heard the door slam from Sammi's anger. He jumps to the window, waking Malia in the process. "MPs." He says, shakily.
Malia lets out a sleepy moan, "Huh? What are you talking--"
"They're coming. Wake up." Ian says in a panic as he looks around, trying to process his surroundings.
"Come back to bed." Malia tries to stop as she sits up.
"No, I can't let them get in the house." Ian shouts as he runs downstairs, Malia runs after him. He grabs the bat near the stairs and looks out the front window.
"Morning." Fiona smiles, having heard the commotion from the kitchen.
Ian looks at her and then back at the window, he grabs an arm of the couch where Frank was sleeping. "Move the couch in front of the door, so they can't get in."
Fiona furrows her brows, "Who?"
"Hey. Sleeping." Frank groans from the couch.
Ian begs her for help as he keeps his head low, avoiding the glares from the windows while he makes his way into the kitchen.
He reaches the front door and looks outside, "They're coming to get me. Don't let them take me." He rants.
Malia reaches the kitchen, "No one is coming for you." She jumps in as Fiona tries to calm him down.
Debbie opens the door to the bathroom, startling Ian as he swings the bat and hits the door, earning a scream from Fiona.
Malia curses under her breath as she steps forward and yanks the bat out of his hand, "There is nobody out there. Fucking look!" She opens the door and lets him look outside.
Once Ian is visibly starting to calm down, Malia closes the door and grabs his wrist. "Get over here." She says as she walks with him toward the front.
"Ian, it's only gonna get worse." Fiona says as she follows behind.
"Look." Malia says as she opens the front door, letting him look outside once again. She steps into the living room as Ian closes the door. "We gotta get you to a fucking clinic. Get some meds. Today."
"Don't do it." Frank mumbles.
"Shut up, Frank." Fiona snaps back.
Ian lets out a shaky breath as he nods, making Malia step closer. "Hey, it's okay." She assures him as she kisses his cheek. "It's okay. Let's go get dressed."
~{~*~}~
"Okay, we'll start you on lithium." The nurse says as she grabs the package from the medicine cabinet.
Malia takes it out of her hand when she goes to hand it to Ian, "Okay. How often does he take it?" She asks as she looks at the box.
"Twice a day." The nurse replies, "If the lithium's not optimal, we can try Divalproex or Tegretol." She recommends.
"Try? You shooting in the dark here?" Malia scoffs as she looks at her.
The nurse shrugs, "There's no magic bullet when it comes to medication. One size doesn't fit all." She walks back over to the cabinet. "It takes a little experimentation."
Malia rolls her eyes, "He's not a fucking lab rat." She snaps. Ian puts his hand on her thigh, giving her a pleading look. She bites her tongue and lets the nurse continue.
"I'm giving you Olanzapine for the paranoia." She says as she hands Ian another box, "No more people trying to bust in the house and get you."
"It felt real at the time." Ian sighs.
The nurse nods, sympathetically. "That's the disease." She walks back over to the cabinet and looks down at her chart. "Okay, we encourage you to make a list of people to call if you feel like you might hurt yourself."
"Like a suicide list?" Malia asks.
Ian furrows his brows, "If the meds are supposed to work, why would I need a suicide list?" He asks.
"You don't. He's got me." Malia jumps in again.
"Come back in a few days, and we'll see how you're responding." The nurse replies, "Ian, you have any questions?" She asks.
Ian stands up, "Yeah, um....how long do I need to take these for?"
The nurse sighs, "There is some evidence that in time the need for aggressive treatment diminishes."
"How much time?" Ian asks again.
"Hard to say."
"Ballpark."
The nurse locks the cabinet and turns to him with a shrug, "30, 40 years."
The minute she says that, Ian goes silent. Malia notices and holds back her tears.
~{~*~}~
After returning from the clinic, Ian had laid down with Malia and gone to sleep with his head laying on her chest.
A few hours later, she heard Fiona outside the room and untangled herself from the ginger. "Hey, Ian's sleeping in there." She warns when she sees her in the attic.
"Sorry." Fiona apologizes as she brings down a box, "I was just getting some of Lip's old clothes for Carl." She steps down. "I gotta wash them."
Malia sighs, "He's been out most of the afternoon." She motions to his sleeping form on the bed.
"Meds?" Fiona asks.
Malia responds with a nod, "Bombs away." She says before turning back to Fiona. "Hey, need some help?"
"You know how to use an iron?" Fiona asks.
Malia shrugs, "Yeah. I mean, as a weapon."
Fiona lets out a scoff before she heads downstairs. Malia walks into the bedroom and lays a soft kiss on Ian's temple before meeting Fiona downstairs.
~{~*~}~
"Think I'ma need Fiona's boss to give me a job, too." Lip says as he and Ian walk down the sidewalk.
Ian motions to his hand, "Tuition?" He asks as Lip passes him a cigarette.
Lip cocks his head, "Ain't got no other options."
"What are you gonna do?" Ian asks.
Lip shrugs, "I don't know." He tucks the pack into his pocket and pulls out a lighter. "I'll face the music, I guess." He lights the cigarette as he and Ian sit down on a bench. "Heard you went to the clinic. Malia hold a gun to your head?"
Ian shakes his head, "No, it was my idea." He replies, his voice a little shaky. "Something's wrong with me, you know."
Lip nods, "Yeah, but you're gonna get better, right?"
"What, in 40 years?" Ian scoffs.
Lip pauses for a second as he takes a puff of his cigarette, "Hey, you remember David Gosinski?" He asks. "He used you to break the record of black eyes given in a single calendar school year? I was gonna kill that motherfucker." He reminds, "I always remember what you told me. You said, 'I got this.'" He assures him, "Ian...you got this."
~{~*~}~
"I didn't think you were on the schedule today." Lauren says as Fiona walks in with Ian.
Fiona smiles, "I'm not. Sean set my brother up with a dishwashing job." She nods toward Ian.
Lauren shakes her head, "He's not here. He left this morning." She informs her.
"When's he coming back?" Fiona asks.
"Said he'd be back hours ago." Lauren replies.
Fiona furrows her brows as she takes out her phone and dials Sean, only for it to go straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's Fiona. I brought my brother to Patsy's. We're waiting for you." She says before hanging up and turning back to Lauren. "That's not like Sean. Where'd he go?"
"See his PO." Lauren replies before turning to Ian, "Come on. I'll show you the kitchen."
Ian nods as he follows after, "Ever been a dishwasher before? You're gonna love it." She jokes.
~{~*~}~
"12 gauge on my waist 'bout to waste your cousin. Fade away in the fog, you a memory dog." Debbie sings as she enters the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Malia was under the covers with her mouth wrapped around Ian's shaft. But Ian laid there numb, unable to get hard.
He groans and lifts her off of him, "It's not working. Sorry, Mal." He sighs, "Fucking meds."
Malia pants slightly as she comes out from under the blanket, "Yeah. It could also be the toddler staring at us from the corner or the jacked-up teenage girl down the hall." She stands up from the bed, "Whatever. Try again later, babe." She grabs his meds and drink. "Alright, breakfast of champs. We got your mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, anti-depressant. Gatorade." She hands him the pills.
Ian takes the items from her, "Fucking nurse now?"
"Shut the fuck up. Take the pills, bitch." Malia smiles softly as she presses a kiss on the top of his head.
After getting dressed, they head downstairs where Ian goes for the coffee pot. "Hey, no caffeine. On your meds." Malia warns him but he ignores her and pours himself a cup anyway.
Debbie walks in and smiles softly at Ian, "Hey. How are you feeling?" She asks, even though she already knows the answer.
"Not feeling." Ian replies.
"That's an improvement." Debbie reasons as she walks behind the counter, next to him. "At least you're not swinging baseball bats at my head." She walks over to the sink and scrunches her nose, "Stinks in here."
Malia nods, "Yeah, that's 'cause the milk went bad." She replies as she pours the carton down the drain.
"Nobody put it away?" Debbie asks.
"That milk is part of the Gallagher household, of which I am no longer a member, and therefore not responsible." Sammi speaks up from the table.
Debbie rolls her eyes, "Then why are you still here?"
Sammi holds up a newspaper, "Apartment listings. Calling around today." She says.
Debbie tries to turn on the sink but nothing comes out, "What's up with the water faucet?"
"Guess nobody paid the water bill." Sammi replies, her voice bored and monotoned.
"But I took a shower this morning."
"Lucky you. They must have just shut it off."
"Nobody made breakfast?" Debbie scoffs.
Malia furrows her brows, "What's it look like?"
Debbie looks through the fridge, "What about groceries? When is the last time anyone went shopping?"
Sammi holds up a spatula, "Who melted my spatula?" She asks to which no one replies. "That's fine. Don't claim responsibility. For anything." She throws the spatula into the sink, causing the spoiled milk to splash onto Malia. "That's the Gallagher way."
Malia shakes her head in annoyance as she hands Ian leftovers of a donut. "I'm not eating that." He says.
"Eat it." Malia insists, "Take all those pills on an empty stomach and you're going to have diarrhea real bad."
~{~*~}~
In order to feel something, Ian burned his hand on the grill at Patsy's. Which caused his skin to welt and split.
He changed when he got home and packed a bag before heading downstairs where Malia was rummaging through the bag of vitamins that she got.
"Hey. I didn't know which Bs to get, so I just got all the fucking Bs." She says as Ian walks into the kitchen behind her. "I got B-complex, super B-complex, B12, B6." She trails off when she sees the bandage around his hand. "The hell happened to your hand?"
Ian doesn't reply as he grabs a couple more things for his bag, "Hey. What are you doing?" Malia presses him.
"We're going out." Ian replies, shortly.
"Did a doctor take care of that?" Malia asks.
"Come on, Malia." Ian sighs.
Malia shakes her head, "You can't go anywhere unless you get that looked at, babe." She insists, "Come on."
Ian sighs again, "Okay, listen." He grabs a couple of beers from the fridge. "Either you can stay here and cum into your vitamins or you can come with me." He says as he grabs the bag and leaves for the door. "It's your call."
Malia hesitates for a second but she doesn't want him going anywhere alone. She grabs her jacket and follows him out the door.
~{~*~}~
Ian and Malia arrive at a field where they jump the fence and enter. Malia instantly recognizes where they're at.
"Jesus, haven't been here since that time we banged." She chuckles.
Ian motions to a bar above them, "Let's do some pull-ups."
"Your hand, babe." Malia reminds as she pulls out a cigarette. Ian ignores her and jumps onto the bar but only manages to do one pull-up.
He jumps down and pants, "I'm out of shape." He opens the bag and pulls out a can of beer. "Shotgun."
Malia shakes her head, "No. Look, you're not supposed to drink on lithium. It makes your blood fucking toxic, and it gets you hammered in like two seconds flat. You can't--" She's cut off as Ian punches her in the face. "Ow! What the fuck, Ian?"
"I'm sick of your whiny, pussy crap." Ian scolds, "I don't need a fucking caretaker, alright? I need the shit-talking, bitch-slapping piece of South Side trash I fell for." He grits his teeth and gives her a shove. "Where is she? The fuck is she, Malia?"
Malia shoves him back, "Fuck you. Fuck me for a giving a shit, you prick." She insults as she spits out some blood.
Ian scoffs, "Give all the shits you want, but the next time my dick is limp from the all the meds, don't go all, 'Oh, it's okay, wah wah.' Just suck it harder, you whore."
That was the last straw as Malia starts throwing punches at him. Ian tackles her onto the field ground and punches her a couple more times before she manages to get out of his grip and pins her underneath him.
She punches his face a few more times before they each wrap their hands around each other's throats. "You fucking dick!" Malia chokes out before they let each other go and fall back against the grass.
After catching their breath, Ian and Malia get up and walk over to Ian's bag where he pulls out the beers and pokes a hole at the bottom with a pocketknife. They shotgun the beers and start laughing as a whole bunch of memories come back to them.
"That was the first time I've felt anything since, uh..." Ian trails off.
Malia chuckles as she steps in front of him, "You look like a fucking wet rat." She jokes as she leans in and presses her lips to his.
Their breathing picks up as Ian pulls her into the dugout and sits on the bench, Malia follows and straddles him as she shrugs off her jacket and pushes Ian's off.
Ian's hands instinctively land on her hips, wincing slightly at the pain. "I want you." He pants as he looks up at Malia's bloodied face, finding her even more beautiful at this moment.
Malia nods as she reaches down and undoes his jeans, she presses her lips to his again and moans softly at the mixed taste of their blood. She pulls out his hard length and pulls up the torn skirt that she was wearing, giving him easy access to her pussy.
Ian couldn't wait any longer as he pulls her panties aside and slams her down onto his length, making her whine in pleasure. "Ride me, Malia."
Malia obeys as she starts to bounce her hips, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders as she lets out a string of moans. "Oh, fuck. Ian..." She reaches up and yanks his head back by his hair, making him groan. "Oh, my god. I missed you."
Ian's grip tightens on her hips as he guides her rhythm, "Fuck. Me too, Mal." He leans up slightly and kisses her again.
He takes control as he lifts her up and pins her against the fence of the dugout, he keeps a firm grip on her thighs despite his injured hand. "I love you." He moans as he thrusts harder and leans in to kiss her neck.
Malia hesitates for a second as she cups his neck, but the feeling of having him back is too much for her to resist. "I love you, too."
Ian's heart swells at her response as he pulls back and kisses her again, this time more passionately. "Never change, Malia. I love every fucked up part of you."
It was Malia's turn to swoon, she moans against his lips as her walls clench around him. "Ian, I'm so--"
Ian pulls back enough to speak, "Me too. Together, Mal. Come on." He encourages, his pace becoming erratic as he chases his climax.
Malia tilts her head back against the fence as she lets out a loud moan, "Ian!"
Ian moans along with her as they release at the same time, his cum filling her as her juices run down his shaft. He pulls back and smiles at her, "Who knew a busted face would enhance your features?"
Malia giggles as he lets her down, "Fuck you."
~{~*~}~
"We are young! Yeah! Heartache to heartache." Malia and Ian drunkenly sing as they walk back to the Gallagher house. "We stand!" Ian laughs as he jumps on Malia's back. "No promises. No demands." She laughs along as he jumps down. "'Cause love is a battlefield."
"You got fucking trashed off one beer, bitch." Malia laughs.
Ian nods, "Yeah, I know." He chuckles, "Finally something good about this fucking disease." He stops in his tracks, "Holy shit, I just realized something."
"What's up?" Malia asks as they stop outside of the house.
"We've never actually been on a real date." Ian says.
"Bullshit."
Ian shakes his head, "No, I'm serious. Like, like, a date where you sit down and you go to a nice restaurant and you put on a nice shirt, and you, like, eat with untensils." He rambles.
Malia raises a brow, "You want to do that?"
"Yeah. Why not?" Ian shrugs.
"Like at Sizzler's?" Malia asks.
Ian cocks his head, "Sure."
"You mean now?"
Ian scoffs a laugh, "Now before I sober up and get all fucking weird again." He pulls her closer, "Come on."
Malia laughs, "Alright. Can I borrow something from Fiona then, please?" She asks.
"Yeah, you can borrow something from Fiona." Ian nods as they walk toward the stairs and go inside.
Sammi hears them and stands up from the couch, "Hi, Ian." She turns to them.
"We're going on a date." Ian smiles as he hangs onto Malia.
"Fuck, yes, we are." Malia agrees with a nod, "I'm gonna get a steak so rare, it's gonna scream when I bite it." She jokes.
"Listen, listen, Ian, I want you to know you are a really good kid with a big heart." Sammi says, "You have some hard times ahead of you, but you're gonna do great."
Ian furrows his brows in confusion, "Okay."
Sammi turns her head and calls out, "Gentlemen, this is Ian Gallagher." She says, making two men dressed in camo outfits walk in. "I think they're ready to take him to jail now."
Ian's face falls as he realizes what's happening, "Why, Sammi?" He asks before kicking one of the men and trying to run up the stairs.
Malia punches the other one and tries to help Ian, "Get the fuck--- Get the fuck off him."
The other MP pulls her off of his partner and tosses her aside. When she tries to attack again, he pulls out a gun and stops her in her tracks while the other cuffs Ian's hands behind his back.
They manage to get Ian out, just as Fiona walks up. "You can't just drag him out of his fucking house!" Malia yells as she follows them outside, "He's sick, for fuck's sake!"
"What the fuck is going on?" Fiona asks as she runs up to the two men while Malia tries to press them on where they're taking him.
They slam Ian in the car and shut the door, "Tell me where the fuck you're taking him! He didn't do anything!" Malia yells as tears start to well up in her eyes.
The men ignore her and drive off with Ian in the back of the car, "It's a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn't it?" Sammi says with a shaky voice.
Malia's tear-filled eyes follow her, her brown orbs swimming with sorrow and murderous hatred.
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