"In Canada?" Fiona asked.
"Wait. How?" Lip asked.
"Yeah... he doesn't have a fucking passport or anything." Grace stated.
"Embassy says he admitted to drug charges... but that's before they accused him, so they think he's a juicer." Tony said, handing Fiona a piece of paper.
"They charge him." Steve interrupted.
"They just want him off Canadian soil as soon as possible. But the U.S won't let him back in without a passport." Tony stated.
"Like Grace said... he doesn't have a passport." Fiona stated.
"He'll have to apply for one." Tony said.
"How long does that take?" Lip asked.
"Couple months."
"Months?" Fiona asked.
"He can apply... for an emergency one at the embassy in Toronto."
"How long does the emergency one take?" Fiona asked.
"I don't know. A week maybe."
"Kev has a passport." V suggested.
"And what good does that do?" Kev asked.
"You could drive up, help him at the embassy. Pick up a pile of cheap pharmaceuticals...sell them to the local geezers and the old folks at my nursing home." V suggested.
"Could I just...? Fuck, V." Kev said, leaning into V. "Uh, no offense, Tony."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tony muttered, and covered his ears.
"Car's not insured. Border Patrol asks for proof of insurance to get back in... I wind up in the loony bin next to Frank." Kev stressed.
Fiona ran into the kitchen grabbed the trash can, and started digging through it.
"You okay?" Steve asked.
"How'd you get my dad to Toronto?" Fiona asked.
"Me? Are you kidding?"
"Canadian health warnings." Fiona said, tossing him something she found in the trash.
"I, uh, smuggled him over the border in the trunk of my car. Uh..."
"How'd you get him in the trunk?"
"He was so plastered, he would've jumped into a coffin."
"Why Canada?"
"Uh, I had to run a car to Detroit. Plan was to dump him somewhere weird in Michigan. Flint maybe. When I saw the signs for Toronto, the idea kind of just... snowballed." Steve smiled.
"And you think it's funny?" Fiona asked, tearing up.
"Funny would have been Newfoundland."
"Because he took a swing you?"
"No, because he's got a family that he doesn't give a shit about. Smashing Ian in the face?"
Fiona shook her head, and punched him right in the face.
"What my dad is, what my family is, has fuck-all to do with you." Fiona yelled.
"You left him there. You get him back." Fiona chuckled angrily.
***
"What the hell is that?" Kev asked, as everyone walked outside to be greeted by an RV.
"Our ride." Steve smiled.
"There's no way I'm driving all the way to Toronto in this piece of shit." Kev said.
"Take some turns driving, watch some movies...make mojitos, sleep. We'll have Frank back by morning." Steve smiled.
"How are we supposed to get him across the border without a passport?" Kev asked.
"Get through customs in this before?" Kev asked, a man.
"Couple hundred times."
"Oh, yeah? With what?"
"Grass mostly. Sometimes OxyContin, sometimes illegal aliens." The man said, opening a small compartment.
"Illegal aliens as in plural?" Kev asked, looking in the compartment.
***
Authors note:
Hey guys! So I've been thinking that I'm going to only write parts with Grace in it. I think it will make it easier for me to finish this book.
Also I have decided that there probably will be a second book!
Since this book is based around the events of season 1, I'm going to make book 2 about season 2!
Also, sorry for the amount of changes I'm making towards this book. I promise book 2 will be less confusing.
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The Gallagher Twin || Shameless
FanfictionGrace Gallagher; Ian's twin sister, is the 3rd oldest of the 7 Gallagher siblings. She would do anything for her family. Well... except her dad.
