Gallavich Fluff & Smut

A Nightmare and A Promise

Video Explanation:
Once again; the video doesn't have that much relevance to the story.
However, I love this song and the edit is really magnificent, so I had to add it.
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Where The Story Originates:
Archive of Our Own at 
http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9165883
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I Didn't Write This it was Actually Written By:  ash_mcj
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Summary:
Ian has a nightmare about Terry, and Mickey knows the only way to wake him up will get him caught by the Gallaghers. Is Mickey willing to give up his secret to a few people, in return for saving Ian from Nightmare Terry? Apparently, he is.

(:It's sweet, just read it :)

Words: 4185
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Chapter 1

It was just after 11pm when Mickey Milkovich entered the Gallagher house. He vaguely noticed Lip, Fiona, Kev, and V sitting at the kitchen table, but didn’t bother acknowledging them. It’s not like he had any interest in joining in on whatever the fuck they were talking about, anyway, so he rather just slip in and slip out without drawing much attention to himself.

He opened the cabinet, grabbed the container he knew was the Squirrel Fund, and set it on the counter. He took off the lid and reached into his back pocket to take out the bills he had stashed there, but Fiona was beside him in a flash, grabbing the container and glaring at him.

“What do you think you’re doing, Milkovich? We let you stay here and you try to steal our money?” Fiona accused.

“Look, I don’t have any reason to steal your fuckin’ money. All I got to do is make a few drug deals and I’d have more than you and your herd of children collect in a week.” Mickey shook his head. “Besides, I’m a Milkovich. I ain’t the smartest in terms of academics, but I fuckin’ know how to steal. If I was robbing you, I wouldn’t do it in plain sight, while you’re sitting five feet away.”

“Then what were you doing?” Fiona asked, setting the container back on the counter.

“I’ve been staying here for almost two weeks and I ain’t big on freeloading on people who can barely afford to put fuckin’ food in their stomachs. I don’t have a ton of money, but I also have seven people bringing in cash at my place for rent and shit, so I have some to spare. I was putting money into your fuckin’ Chipmunk Fund, not taking it out.”

Fiona saw Mickey drop in a handful of bills and knew she screwed up, but she wasn’t about to admit that. “I don’t suppose you got the money legally?”

“Probably not, but it’s 400 bucks and your piggy bank is lookin’ a little low, so I suggest you just take the cash, unless you don’t like water and electricity.”

“We don’t need your help.” Fiona argued.

“Like I said, I don’t like freeloading.” Mickey shrugged, putting the lid on the container and setting it back on the shelf.

“Why are you staying here, anyway?” Lip asked from the table. “Don’t you have a house right down the street that you could fuck off to?”

“I needed a break from my family, before I ended of killing one of ‘em.” Mickey told him, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Ian offered to let me crash here for awhile, so I took him up on it.”

“You don’t have to sleep on his floor, you know. You can sleep on the couch. Probably more comfortable.” Fiona said, sitting back down at the table. Mickey followed her over.