Mickey groaned when he saw Ian enter the bar with Yevgeny in his sling, sleeping against his chest. The look on Ian’s face told Mickey the redhead wasn’t there for a social visit.
“No,” Mickey argued before Ian could say anything and turned away to usher the next customer up the staircase when he…
"Mickey what the fuck?!” Mandy said as she stepped back from the door.
Mickey had thrown it open and come barelling through, his face twisted in a snarl. One side of his face was swollen, his eye, his lip, and there was a big purple bruise forming just above his cheekbone.
"Iggy here?" he asked, his chest heaving.
"I am not going to stand here and watch you kill him, whatever he did," Mandy said, folding her arms.
"Ain’t about him, Iggy!” he yelled.
Iggy came walking down the hallway wondering what all the yelling was about. “Yo, why the fuck’re you yellin’?”
Mandy took her phone out of her pocket and sent a message to Ian.
To Ian: you better still be on your way, Mickey’s pissed
From Ian: about what this time??
To Ian: fuck knows, hurry up
From Ian: right around the corner
"I’m yellin’ because our fuckin’ father had some assholes jump me on the way back from the rub n’ tug,” he snarled. “You go visit the fucker in prison?”
He backed Iggy up to the wall and he put his hands up by his sides to try and get him to calm down.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Mickey! Fuck! Yeah I visit him sometimes, fix his fuckin’ commissary, but I didn’t know he was gonna do this!” he said as Mickey’s nostrils flared and his breath came out in angry grunts.
"Well you tell him next time that if he ever fuckin’ gets out the joint again, if he comes anywhere near me, or Ian, he’s gonna need to watch the fuck out."
As he spoke Ian walked through the door and into the room, staring at the two of them and Mandy grabbed his arm.
"Apparently dad set some guys on him, busted up his face a little," she said and Ian shook his head, striding over to him.
"Mickey… Mick!" he said, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Mickey spun around, still completely seething. “What?” he spat.
"Mick, just calm down," he said, putting one hand on the side of his face, the side that wasn’t badly hurt.
Mickey stared up at him as if about to spit some vicious words his way but Ian watched his shoulders drop and his face turn to one of sadness. He gave in, seeming to crumple into his chest and nuzzling against him.
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, cupping his head in his hand and closing his eyes. Mickey listened to his heart beating and sighed, his hands resting on Ian’s back as he tried to calm down.
Iggy gave them a look and then turned to Mandy who just gave him a smile and sighed, they both knew how much Terry affected Mickey’s mood. Only now, instead of pushing him further inside his shell, he brought out his anger and sent him straight into Ian’s arms.
It was the only place of comfort he had ever known.
"Don’t be angry Mick…" Ian whispered and Mickey just held him tighter, flinching a little because he hadn’t realised how sore his ribs were.
Ian pulled back, slipping his hand down into Mickey’s and leading him to the table.
"I’ll get you some ice for your head, okay?" Ian said softly as Mickey sat down slowly.
Mandy was already getting some out for Ian to wrap up. As Ian leant in to kiss his head Mickey grabbed his wrist and looked up, pulling him down a little to press their lips together and then resting his tired head against Ian’s.
"Sorry…" he mumbled.
"Don’t be, I’d be angry too. You know, if you didn’t use up all the rage yourself, someone had to keep a level head," Ian grinned and Mickey sighed a little as he let Ian go and take the ice off Mandy.
"I’m the one you slammed into a wall, how bout a little sorry my way," Iggy said, taking a beer from the fridge.
Mickey rolled his eyes and pressed his fingers to his tender face. “Sorry Ig,” he said.
Iggy shrugged, “All good, dad’s a dick, I get it.”
Ian came back and pressed the ice to his face, sitting in the chair beside him.
"I can do it, I ain’t a total invalid," he grumbled but Ian just pulled it out of his reach.
"Shut up and let me do this?" Ian smiled and Mickey gave in, so long as Ian’s free hand was tangled in one of his own, and there was rarely a time when it wasn’t.
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mokay merrabeth, here it is (:
Yevgeny Milkovich had only been in kindergarten for a few weeks when his parents were both called in to see the principal. Though they had been separated for years, Svetlana and Mickey had established as close to a peace offering as they could, their natural banter was never more evident than when…
Mickey had been born two months and six days before his due date. The doctors hadn’t been too optimistic about his chances of survival, not exactly something a seventeen year old girl needed to hear hours after giving birth, but since Terry had been doing another stint in prison, Mickey’s mother had to handle everything on her own. It probably surprised the fuck out of her when Mickey pulled through.
Mickey had been four when he first saw a picture of his mother. She had od’d three months after Mandy had been born, her body found under the L, her shoes and jacket missing. Joey had kept a picture of her hidden under his bed, but when Terry found it he burned it in the backyard after leaving a rapidly swelling welt across Joey’s face.
Mickey would deny it up and down if anyone asked, but he cried as he watched the last remains of his mother burn, but the tears immediately stopped when Terry grabbed his face and snarled, “Only pussies cry. Knock it off.”
Fiona walked up the stairs with a gentle smile on her face, finally there seemed to be a small victory. She pushed back the door to Lip’s old room to see Ian sitting up on the edge of the bed.
He hadn’t sat up like that in nearly two weeks.
They’d had to call out a doctor to come and see him,…
Mickey had barely swung his legs over the side of the bed before Ian’s arms slipped around his waist. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” came Ian’s voice, raspy from sleep.
"Didn’t wanna wake you," Mickey replied, stilling his limbs under Ian’s touch.
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