Chapter 7 – Hard Days Work
Kash knew that Mickey wanting a job at the store had been a bad idea from the start, but telling him no hadn’t really been an option, not if he wanted to still have store. He knows what’s going to happen next, and if the look of terror flashing across Ian’s face was any indication he does as well. He has tried to lie to himself all day waiting for Ian to begin his shift, to tell himself that he doesn’t know what’s going to happen after he does what Mickey wants him to, but the lie falls flat even when he’s only telling it to himself.
Bowing his head in shame he does what Mickey told him to do, something he’s beginning to see everyone does in the end, there is no fighting Mickey, not really. He’ll find your weak spot every time and aim for it.
“Ian you’re doing inventory in the back today, I’ll run the front.” The look of betrayal Ian shoots him as he shuffles past towards the stock room is the only sign that he knows exactly what’s happening. That he knows that he is a lowly coward, who never deserved him in the first place.
Mickey smirks that damned infuriating smirk of his as he follows right behind him. He tries not to think about the sound of the lock sliding into place as the door closes behind them both.
Keeping his eyes trained on the front door he resolutely ignores the back of the store. He will focus on his customers and nothing else, he knows it’s the easy way out, but it’s all he can think to do.
There’s nothing he can do, nothing he’s willing to do, to help Ian so he’ll focus on everything else and leave Ian to help himself. If there’s a way out he’s sure Ian will find it, he’s smart like that. As the bell above the door rings he plasters on his best fake smile and gets to work.
Ian stands in the corner facing a rack of beer, he refuses to look at Mickey he can’t yet. Not until he can hear something besides the rush of blood in his ears, or feel something besides his heart pounding under his skin.
“Mickey-” He tried to explain, to say something, anything to calm him down.
“Shut up Ian. I don’t want to hear it right now! Now I got a gaggle of Gallaghers all up in my personal business, Lip was bad enough but now you’ve gone and blabbed to everyone else. What am I supposed to do now Ian, hmmm? You tell me!” He could almost feel the heat of his anger rolling off his skin. Not only had he gone against him, but he’d tried to leave him too, all in the same day. He would be lucky if he was still breathing at the end of his shift.
Part of him wanted to defend himself, to tell Mickey that he hadn’t been the one to talk, to tell him that Lip was the one who had gone to Fiona. He couldn’t do that though, not to his brother.
“I’m sorry Mickey-” He had to try even though he knew he wouldn’t listen. Not this time, not after what he’d already done.
“I’m sorry Mickey. I won’t do it again Mickey. I didn’t mean to Mickey. Save it Ian, I’ve heard it all from you before, after you went and opened your big mouth the first time. I let you off easy then, and look where that’s gotten us. So now you tell me, no more excuses and apologies, what am I supposed to do now? Huh? You obviously think that I’m just full a hot air that I’m all talk, right?” Mickey was still standing near the door across the room from him, but that did nothing to ease the fear he was drowning in.
“No.” He really didn’t think that, he knew for a fact that Mickey had all kinds of follow through.
“Well you must otherwise you wouldn’t have done this, you would have thought twice about it all and come to the right conclusion. If I do this I’m gonna be in a world of hurt, but no you came to a different ending didn’t you. You thought if I do this I can just walk away, because Mickey is such a pussy he won’t do anything. All I have to do is tell him that it’s over and that will be the end of it. Is that what you thought?”
He couldn’t answer, he knew no matter what he said Mickey would just get angrier, so he tried to keep silent. Even though he knew that wouldn’t work either.
“No.” In fact he had known that simply telling Mickey that they were over was pretty much the worst thing he could do, but it was also the only option. Especially now, with his whole family finding out about the two of them.
“You keep saying this shit Ian. I didn’t think it. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’m tired of hearing this shit from you. Time to put some fucking actions behind those words. Prove you mean what you say. Come on Ian prove it to me. If you don’t really wanna leave me, show me.”
He knew what Mickey was asking for, what he was demanding. Now he just had to decide, and quickly, what he was going to do. He could fight him, keep his word to his family, try to prove that he really did want out. Or, he could give in to what he knew was inevitable, because as much as he loved his family they really didn’t know Mickey. They knew what he used to know, before he finally saw the truth. They thought that there was a way around Mickey, a way out, he knew there really wasn’t.
Closing his eyes in defeat, he moved towards Mickey rather than farther away. The smirk tugging at Mickey’s lips told him more than anything that he’d also known there had really been no choice at all. Choice implied options, and really when it came to Mickey and what he wanted there were no other options, you simply did what he said. When he was finally within arm’s reach of his former boyfriend he did the only thing he could do and still call himself a Gallagher. He punched him right in the face. When he thought about it, it truly had been the only option left to him.
Lip stood on the sidewalk and waited for Ian to get off work. His shift should have ended about ten minutes ago, but that wasn’t unusual really, so he decided to just stand back and wait for a few more minutes before he went in to drag Ian out.
A/N – I had actually planned for Mickey to try to WIN Ian back. He was gonna try to change his ways but not really succeed. Like buying Ian flowers but getting so frustrated with the conversation while he’s trying to give them to him that he destroys them and then this chapter would be the end result after a few chapters. Who knows maybe I’ll turn my plans for those scenes into series of one-shots as a companion for this fic. Anyway when I went to write it that way, Mickey would not cooperate. No matter what I tried to write he was just standing there leaning against the wall shaking his head and snarking at me. Asking “Why do I need to win him back, he’s fucking mine already.” So in the end this is what we got instead. Jeeze, sometimes Mickey can be a real pain in the ass to write, but I love him anyway. Hope you liked the finished product it took a while to get it right.
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