*Mature due to strong homosexual themes, adult language, and because Mickey is a Milkovich and something is bound to happen...* After the heartbreaking Gallavich prison visit in season 6, Mickey is left isolated in a drab cell, with no human interaction. With an abundance of information marinating in his head, he sits in his lonely grey chamber, wondering what Ian is doing without him. Maybe his dark, cloudy skies will brighten.

Mickey get's released from prison with the intention to find Ian and rebuild their fucked up relationship. Terry gets involved and the two Demolition Lovers are sure to be doomed. Will they escape Terry's wrath? Who will be left dead? There's only one way to find out which body is left on the cold Southside pavement by the end...

Gallavich story written from Mickeys perspective. He goes from keeping his thoughts to himself, to letting Ian know everything.

He's dying. He didn't think about everything he failed to accomplish in life, but he more pitied himself for getting nowhere. He had thought of so many magnificent and amazingly bone-chilling ways to die, but instead he ended up with a knife in his gut bleeding out in an alleyway. But what made him hurt the most, as he felt his fingers coat themselves in his own blood, was a certain red-head that held a weird friendship with him. Gallagher. Ian fucking Gallagher. Mickey knew at that exact moment while his vision blurred and started to fade, that Gallagher was more than a friend. He felt himself smile lopsidedly. Of course. Gallagher. It was him all along. He likes the kid, a lot. Of-fucking-course. Ian Gallagher...

first Story!

My first attempt at not only writing a Gallavich story but a story that isn't MCR, Probably don't read unless you've seen the season 5 finale. (Gallavich)

Just thought of doing something like this after watching this weeks episode of Shameless.

I Like My Body When It Is With Your I like my body when it is with your body.  It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body.   i like what it does, i like its hows.  e.e. cummings