ALWAYS YOU - lip gallagher

006.

"so where the hell is he?"

the group was still cheering, fiona turned around and sighed. it was so cold out that a slight fog came with her sigh.

steve shrugged at her and went back to celebrating with the group.

"at least we know he's not dead!" ian spoke, causing ren to chuckle.

"we don't know that for sure," fiona eyed him.

"hey, don't say that," ren said, "he's bound to show up sometime."

"ren's right, but let's get out of here," lip spoke, rubbing his hands together, "it's freezing."

fiona nodded and started back for the house, steve following her. ren let carl hop onto her back as he giggled and ian shoved them lightly, a smile on his face. ren had noticed the arm wrap an arm around karen, pulling her close as they walked. she felt a pang hit her heart, but she couldn't put her finger on the feeling.

she broke out of her trance once carl spoke into her ear about the neighborhood cat staying in their back yard.

ren scrunched up her face and said, "carl, if i notice that cat has gone missing, you'll be sorry."

carl nodded, "i promise i won't do anything! i wasn't planning on it anyway," he trailed off.

she chuckled, "good."

the gallagher's and company had made their way back to the house, filing in one by one to get out of the cold. ren took her coat off and made her way to one of the chairs, lip and karen sat in the one next to her. she made very awkward small talk with the two of them for a good half an hour until they heard a knock on the door.

debbie rushed to the door before any of them else could, and she probably thought it was frank but- "it's tony!" she yelled as she moved to the side to let him in.

"hey debs," he smiled down at her, "is fiona around?"

"yep... fiona!" she shouted.

fiona, veronica, and steve came into the living room from the kitchen, tony taking a seat on the couch. "hey tony," she smiled, sitting on the coffee table across from him. karen got up from here seat, muttered something to lip, and left. ren eyed as she watched her leave.

"hey fiona," he said back, a smile present.

"soo... what can we do for ya?"

"oh! yeah. we know where frank is."

the group turned all turned their heads to look at the two of them. small "really's?" and "what's?" came from them.

"wait, where? is he alive?"

"yeah, he's fine. he's just in canada."

"in canada?" fiona asked.

"wait, how," lip spoke from beside ren.

"embassy says he admitted to drug charges, but that's before they accused him, so they think he's a juicer," he said as he handed fiona a file.

"they charge him?" steve asked.

"they just want him off canadian soil as soon as possible," he shrugged, "but the U.S. won't let him back in without his passport."

"frank doesn't have a passport," fiona said as she looked over the report.

"he'll have to apply for one"

"how long does that take?" lip asked as fiona handed him the paper.

"couple months, i think."