biological 》ian gallagher

one

Ian removed the camouflage jacket, exposing the same, dull, brown t-shirt he wore underneath. There wasn't a thing he could think of, that would make him regret joining the army under Lip's name. He knew, deep down, that it may, one day, come back to bite him. Although Ian always knew, firsthand, that you could never change the past, especially growing up with parents like his. He could never go back and prevent Frank from hitting him whilst he was drunk. He couldn't even go back to stop Monica from doing drugs in front of him. Ian decided to let it take it's course, in the same way Frank is slowly getting payback for being a terrible father - and person.

After stuffing the jacket into his dresser drawer, he heard Fiona call his name from downstairs. Ian knew that Fiona had been worried sick about him since he vanished. He thought, as he trotted down the stairs, that he would end up having to tell her the truth, which he was scared to death of.

Walking into the living room, after taking the last few steps, he noticed Fiona guiding a child to sit in the couch. He remembered Debbie's daycare system, which led him to believe it was just another child to participate.

Fiona grabbed onto his arm, roughly, dragging him into the kitchen without a word. She stopped at the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, looking up at him with anger written all over her exhausted face. People always said that he looked more like Monica than anyone, but he knew, for sure, that Fiona was the one, blessed with the beautiful features of a younger Monica.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" She asked immediately, glaring at him in slight disbelief. He prepared himself to tell her the truth, as she glanced back into the living room. "A kid showed up at our doorstep," she said in a hushed tone to prevent the child from hearing too much. Ian frowned, becoming confused, as he looked over at the little girl sitting on the couch, fiddling with the edge of her green dress nervously.

The younger girl finally picked up her head, looking over at Ian and Fiona, with an unreadable expression.

It only took Ian a second to notice her features. Red hair that was extremely similiar to his. Big green eyes that looked like they were pleading constantly. Even as a child, her cheekbones rose high, exactly like Ian's did. Ian wanted to look away from the girl, but he couldn't. Something about her drew him in, like she had just become his entire focus.

"Ian, I already got five kids to feed. I need an explanation. Now." Fiona demanded, getting more annoyed by the second, seeing how Ian wasn't paying much attention to the words she spoke. When the little girl looked away, he was finally able to turn his focus back on his eldest sister.

"Who is that?" Ian asked, rather quietly. Fiona's eyes went wider, as the rest of her face seemed to drop, including her jaw, like she was choking on her own words. She looked slightly defeated. Fiona knew everything already. It only made her upset and disappointed that Ian didn't.

"She came here with a note." Fiona reached into her back pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper that was slightly crinkled from her jeans. As she gave it to Ian, her mood changed. "I have to work. You have eight hours to figure this out." She gestured to the girl in the next room, before grabbing her jacket from the kitchen counter.

Walking out of the house, Ian couldn't help but watch Fiona's every move as she walked in the general vicinity of the little girl on the couch. Ian almost hesitated to read the note, as he slowly tore his eyes away from the girl once again. He read the note before anything else.