requested Lip Gallagher imagine (this is a short one)
HI! Could you write about a character named Dana, DJ for short, who has the Rachel and Ross first kiss moment with Lip?
*I’ve never watched friends before and it was a little hard to incorporate such a cute silly moment into a show like Shameless where I can imagine Lip’s south-side love interest fighting him to the floor before lightly jumping onto his back, but I did my best!*
in which Ian Gallagher’s best friend finds herself extremely drunk and confessing her feelings to Kev, who accidentally butt dials the focus of their conversation .
“I thought you were gonna tell him… honestly how long are
you gonna mope around this place. Stop being a pussy already,” Kev spoke
seriously, making Dana roll her eyes at him. He was getting tired of watching
her walk around the bar looking sad all the time. Dana flashed him a dirty look
as she sat down on a stool and gratefully took the drinks that he was passing to
her. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired,” she told him sadly. And it wasn’t a lie; Ian
had disappeared and Mandy had decided that sharing her same feelings for Ian’s
older brother meant that they couldn’t have a friendship, meaning she had absolutely
no life at the moment and all the work and school was making her exhausted. And
Mandy’s feelings were complete bullshit by the way. It had been no problem for her
to demand that Dana put aside her feelings for Lip when she saw that Mandy
liked him, but it was unfortunate that her friend couldn’t do the same for her
now that they had come to a mutual breakup. Dana now knew that this was because despite having broken up, Lip and Mandy still thought they’d try a long distance friends with benefits thing. “And, I said I ‘almost’ told him; I
didn’t really.” “Why not?” “Because I saw him plowing Mandy while I was walking
past her house, Kev. What was I supposed to do? Call him up like, ‘Hi Lip, it’s
me. Um, I just wanted to let you know that I know I told you that I was really
happy for you and Mandy, when you told me you guys were gonna attempt a
relationship, but … I’m out on the sidewalk staring up at her window watching
you fuck her and I’m like 125% sure that I lied to you.’” Dana pretended to
make the call, pressing her phone against her ear for added affect. Kev passed her a couple shots as she stared
at the counter top, annoyed with herself. “I mean, what’s the worse that could
happen right? I mean, even if he rejected you, at least you’d get over him.”
After knocking back the shots, Kev realized the mistake he
made as she stood up stumbling, forgetting that she had been drinking all night
with Vee at the club before coming into the bar to help out. “I am over him!
Fuck Lip Gallagher, Kev!” she yelled as she began ranting, letting Kev come
around the counter and help her sit down again before pulling out his cellphone
to call V to pick up the drunk teen, only to pause when he saw that he had
butt dialed Lip, hanging up quickly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dana chanted as she
practically threw herself off of the train and damn near ran onto Lip’s campus.
She was positive that she looked like a hot mess, still in her comfy clothes,
her hair thrown into a messy ponytail. She ran to the dorm building and grabbed
a guy her age by his backpack, pulling him to a stop. “Do you know Lip
Gallagher?” The boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared down at the pretty girl.
His roommate really wasn’t that cool so he was confused at how he got so many
gorgeous women, including his own girl. “Yeah he’s my roommate,” he answered,
making Dana relieved that she was in the right place. “What room?”
And that’s how Ron found himself hurriedly leading the girl
to his room, unlocking the door for her and watching her sprint inside, tearing
his roommate’s side apart. “Who the fuck is this?” Amanda asked from her seated
position on Ron’s bed. “Why are you touching Lip’s stuff, get out.” Dana rolled
her eyes as she pulled out Lip’s desk drawer searching for his cellphone. “Hey
could you tell your girlfriend to shut the fuck up? Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Dana asked Ron, pointing at Amanda who scoffed. “You must be one of Lip’s
friends from home,” Ron pieced together with a laugh, after seeing how she
spoke to his cheating girlfriend. “Yeah I’m DJ,” Dana introduced herself before
digging into Lip’s duffel bag. “You’re DJ?” Ron asked, in shock that Lip hadn’t
been exaggerating about the girl’s good looks but also not sure how to feel
knowing that he’d let the girl his friend would never shut up about, into their
room to search through his stuff. “What about DJ?” Lip asked with a laugh as he
entered his room, stopping when he saw his brother’s best friend crouched over
his stuff that she was steadily tossing onto the floor. “Dana?” he asked,
dropping his backpack onto his mess of a bed, and stepping toward the girl who
stopped and put her arms out to keep him away before she had an aneurysm. “Did
Kev call you last night?” she asked hurriedly, watching a confused expression
appear on his face as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket. Honestly if
Kev was telling the truth and had recorded her drunken confession, she was
going to murder him. “No I don’t think so,” he replied making her sigh in
relief, “Okay awesome, he probably called someone else, he butt dialed someone
while I was drunk off my ass and recorded our conversation.” Dana stood up
straight and watched as Lip looked through his phone before putting it to his
ear, “Actually he did, he left a message.” Amanda and Ron’s eyes widened as
they watch Dana panic. “No. No, Lip, hang up the phone!” “You sound wasted,”
Lip laughed before a serious expression took over and Dana stepped up onto
Lip’s desk chair, than stepped onto his bed where she kicked his bag onto the
floor as she launched herself onto his back in an attempt to snatch away the
phone, making him stumble forward. “Gimme the phone, gimme the phone, gimme the
phone!” She shouted as he grabbed her leg to keep her from falling off of him,
but kept the phone firmly to his ear until the message was over and she was
ripping the cell phone from his hand and throwing it across the room; neither
moving from their position.
“You’re over me?” Lip asked and Dana shut her eyes tight in
embarrassment, sliding off of his back and covering her face with her hands as
she paced around the small room, ignoring their audience. “You’re over me?” Lip
asked again, still in shock at her confession, “When were you … under me?” Dana
groaned as she climbed onto Lip’s bed and pulled his covers over her head,
wishing she could disappear inside of them and never be seen again. “Dana.
Dana, do you,” Lip paused as he tried to untangle her from his blankets, “I
mean did you… what, what’s happening.” He tugged away the blankets and forced
her to look up at him, minus her dramatics. “It’s just that, you now I may or
may not have been like completely in love with you and never told you because I
love Mandy and I love you and you know, admitting it was kind of a lose/lose
right..?” Dana admitted looking up at Lip’s distracted gaze. “You, love me?,”
he asked slowly making Dana hop on the defensive side. “Yeah, well, you loved
me first!” “Did Kev tell you that? I’m gonna fucking kill him. When did he tell
you that?” Dana ran her hand over her face and sat up against the wall of his
bed, staring straight ahead at Amanda who was sitting on Ron’s bed, “When you
told him you fucked your roommate’s girlfriend.” “Right, Amanda, fuck,” Lip
groaned as he realized that Amanda and Ron were still in the room, “I need to
sit down.” He then crawled onto his bed and sat next to Dana, both their backs
to the wall. “So….” He took a breath trying to find the right words, “So now
you’re over me?” Dana shrugged, not wanting to answer that question first and
have to face rejection. “Are you over me?” she asked, answering his question
with a question.
“Really Lip? Isn’t this your brother’s friend who stood back
a year? The one who has to call you and wake us all up at 3am because she can’t
even do a few simple calculus equations why herself? You’re in college now, this is where you stop chasing idiots and date girls that are intelligent and going somewhere” Amanda asked, breaking
the silence. Dana let out a fake laugh and quickly stood up, looking at her
best friend’s older brother. “I didn’t realize you said such nice things about
me to your friend’s Lip, I’ll just leave you to… continue fucking your
roommates girl” she mumbled before saving herself some embarrassment and walking
out of the room, leaving Lip stunned. “You’re a bitch Amanda,” Ron said flatly,
finally getting some confidence, “Can you get the fuck out?” He then escorted
the girl out of the room, leaving his roommate to think.
Lip entered his house and silently made his way upstairs,
pulling open Fiona’s door and sitting down on her bed next her. She looked over
at him in confusion, as he wasn’t supposed to be home for a while, “Hey what
are you doing here?” She smiled wide at him, but the expression slowly left her
face when she took in his distress. “Dana showed up at my school yesterday
morning to steal my phone before I could hear a voicemail Kev left me,” Lip
explained, further confusing Fiona who took the cellphone that he handed her
and played the voicemail on speaker. The beginning was a little hard to
understand as she was slurring so much, but the end was loud and clear. “Fuck
Lip Gallagher, Kev! Honestly I’m so happy for him, leaving home and going to
school and fucking girls who aren’t me. He can go have a great time having a
wonderful life while I sit at home failing out of school and being a slut. I’m
completely over him-” the message cut off and Fiona stared at her brother with
wide eyes. “She actually admitted it? What did you do? Are you here to see her?
Are you guys together?” She asked in excitement that quickly disappeared when
she heard her brother’s answer. “I didn’t do anything. I’ve been sleeping with
my roommate’s girlfriend and she basically called Dana an idiot for always
needing my help all the time and I didn’t defend her so she left.” Fiona
angrily looked at Lip for a minute before reaching out and landing a hard smack
to the side of his head. “Dana’s not stupid. Lip, Ian and Mandy were her best
friends and she lost both of them. We don’t know where Ian is, and Mandy won’t
talk to her because she knows that Dana likes you and it pisses her off. She
has no one at home and no one at school. When she doesn’t want to be alone, she
comes here and she stays up all night struggling to get her work done because
she’s trying to be better for herself. But you know all of this, and you still
let them shit on her. And that’s a dick move. So you better go and fix this,
because she’s a part of this family and that’s not about to change because
being at college made you think that even for a split second that you were
better than her.”
Lip took a drag of his cigarette and nodded at her words. “You
really think she’s over me?” “I’m sure that if you keep sitting here instead of
chasing after her, she will be.” And with that Fiona was shoving him off of her
bed and he found himself heading over to the Alibi where she was cleaning
tables to prepare to open while Kev was getting the bar ready. When Lip
entered, he glanced over at Kev who did his best to look as though he wasn’t
there, but obviously was still listening in.
“I didn’t fuck Amanda after you left.” Lip blurted out,
making Kev’s eyes widen at the confession, while Dana furiously scrubbed at a
table top, ignoring him. “Wow that’s interesting,” Dana replied mockingly
before Lip stepped in front of her. “No. No it’s not interesting, actually. It’s
the complete fucking opposite of the word ‘interesting’…. You had NO right to
tell me or anyone that you had feelings for me.” “Oh fuck, you’re right. Fuck
me for having emotions,” Dana answered as she grabbed her rag and walked away
from him, slamming it down onto the counter, Lip following. “Yeah that’s right,
Dana, fuck you and your emotions. I finally had a good thing going. I’m at
school and I’m fucking girls who aren’t always trying to push their feelings on
me like Karen and Mandy and you. And now you’re ruining it!” “Fuck you Lip! I was
doing great before I found out that you liked me!” “You think a waitressing job
and flunking out of high school is a great job?” Dana pulled her hand back and
slapped Lip hard across the face, making Kev’s jaw drop as he tried to stay
quiet and not draw attention to himself. “Do you think that this is easy for
me? Going to school and then coming home and working all night and then
struggling over my homework? Do you think it’s easy for me to come home to an
empty house that I’m paying for all by myself, because I don’t know where my
mom is again? Do you think it’s easy knowing that the only person who had to do
nothing but smile at me to brighten up my day, got that same feeling from 2
other girls who aren’t me?” “Well then you should have said something before I
hooked up with them!” “I could say the same for you, Gallagher. Ian hinted all
this to me a long time ago and I didn’t see you asking me out.”
“There was never a good time to tell you.” “Right because it’s
only been years and I only stayed at your house almost every night,” Dana
laughed angrily, backing away when he stepped closer. “It’s not like I didn’t
try DJ. Things always got in the way. Like big ass football players that wanted
to throw me out of windows or pregnancy scares,” Lip listed off, knowing she’d
be pissed but not caring. “What’s your fucking point.” “My point, is that I don’t
need this right now. Okay? It’s too late. I’m away at school with non-committal
relationships and I’m happy.” “So you have no problem just putting away your feelings
or whatever the fuck you felt for me?” “I’ve been doing it for years, I’ve
gotten pretty damn good at it.” “Get the fuck out Lip.” Dana ordered and Lip
licked his lips and nodded before stubbornly exiting the bar, slamming the door
so hard behind him that it swung right back open. Dana walked to the door and
slammed it shut herself. “Wow, that was intense,” Kev announced making her roll
her eyes at him. She dusted herself off and made her way to the bar and sat
down on a stool as Kev stood in front of her, sliding a shot into her hand,
which made her laugh a bit as a few tears slipped out. “Don’t be upset, this is
Lip. You know how he gets. He’ll apologize after he’s cooled off,” Kev told her
as he returned to cleaning glasses, freezing again when he saw the front door
open and Lip strut back in.
Dana rolled her eyes and stood up to walk to the back but
Lip quickly approached her and pinned her up against the bar, holding her face
in his hands as he pulled her into a kiss. “Oh my god it’s happening,” Kev
yelled, ruining the moment as Lip and Dana turned to see his shit eating grin. “Now
when people ask about your origin story you can let them know that the Alibi
Room is the place where dreams come true,” he told them and they rolled their
eyes at him.
“Okay, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like, a soft brush
against your lips.. or was it like, uh, you know, ‘I gotta have you now’ kinda
thing?” V asked from her seat next to Fiona on the couch as Dana sat on the
coffee table facing them. “Well, it started off real intense, you know, and
then just as we were like, sinking into it, Kev starting talking and completely
fucked it up.” V groaned and shook her head in annoyance. “Okay well how was
he holding you? Were his hands on your back?” she continued. “Well he started
off with his hands cupping my face, and then one slid into my hair and the
other onto my waist so he could push me against the bar.” “Oh my god!” Fiona
swooned at how romantic the situation was, as she and V fell back against the
“So like when you kissed her, was their tongue?” Carl asked
as he sat in Kev’s house with him and Lip, eating pizza. “Yeah.” Lip answered
casually. “Cool,” his younger brother replied as the three of them continued to
Summary: Thomas was intimate with a girl he met before the war. He comes back five years later learning that she has left Bermingham with his child. He looks for them for years, but eventually gives up as he has to start focusing on the family he does know about. His daughter, (which I named Fiona), comes to Small Heath in search of her father.
On the rainy day of that particular Monday afternoon, Fiona Shelby checked into a motel located in Birmingham, a foreign place to Fiona but it was her mother’s home. She shuffled into the room she paid for, shrugging off her wet coat and hat, letting her long locks fall over her shoulders. She shut the door behind her and lit a candle next to the bed. The sun was now setting, and Fiona was already exhausted from her travels. The search for her father would have to wait another day as she opened her bag containing what little clothes she had and took out a small bag of food. She began eating what she had left, her blue eyes darting around the dimly lit motel room. The bed she sat on creaked with every movement and the walls were slowly decaying with the wallpaper crumbling.
Fiona put away her food, and placed her bag of belongings onto the floor seeing as the cheap motel didn’t have a closet or drawers, only a bed and a bedside table with candles and matches littering it, and toiletries at the far corner in a small room. She shrugged off her shoes and laid back against the bed. She curled into the blankets, shivering from the cold. She thought about what tomorrow would bring, and if her father was alive. She wouldn’t have come if she hadn’t had anywhere else to go. She spent what little money she had on the train ticket here, the lift, and the motel for a couple of nights. Her food was running low and her money was now gone. If her father was half the man her mother told her he was, than he would at least give her food and send her on her way.
Fiona was really hoping to just know him as her mother’s side of the family disowned them for reasons unknown to Fiona. She just wanted a friend in her father. She didn’t like being estranged from the only family she knew and since she could remember she has wanted to know him. All she had of him was his name. No more, no less. Her mother never even described what he looked like, not even when she told Fiona to look for him before she passed. Her mother said he was a good man from a hard working family, he was young when Fiona was conceived, and that’s why her mother apparently left Birmingham for Sheffield. Fiona shut her eyes, trying to rid her nerves and thoughts of her father. She fell asleep instantly, exhaustion catching up with her.
The next morning, Fiona ate the biscuits left at her door by the owner of the motel and bathed in cold water. She styled her hair neatly and picked out a dark blue blouse with a brown skirt. She put on her grey coat with her hair cascading down her back. She owned no makeup, but her youth didn’t require it. She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her bag before leaving the motel. She had no idea how she was going to find her father in such an overcrowded city, but she prayed that at least one person recognized her father’s name. She began walking down a busy street, following a crowd of people into the centre of the city. Fiona wanted to ask the passbyers of Thomas Shelby, but her nerves got the best of her and she instead walked into a shop.
Fiona had asked the shopkeeper of Thomas Shelby, and his guarded and frantic response startled Fiona and she was suddenly being pushed out into the street. She looked behind herself in shock as the shopkeeper shut the door in her face. She gaped at the door, before leaving to the shop next to it. As the hours grew, Fiona began to realize that people either feared her father, or thought she was joking when she told them she was his daughter. The last place she decided to look was at a pub at the other end of the city. She walked tiredly into the business, watching as only men were occupying the place. They all turned towards her suddenly, eyeing the young girl with hungry eyes. She ignored them, clearing her throat slightly as she walked to the bartender that also stopped his work to look at her. He was tall, and his age showed through the lines on his face. The chatter of the business stared again, and everyone had turned away a second later.
“Leave little lady,” the bartender said as he picked up a glass. “This ain’t no place for a girl like you.” The man picked up a rag and began drying the cup in his hand. Fiona leaned closer into the bar, as to not let anyone hear her.
“I’m looking for my father, please sir. You must know him, maybe he comes into your business.” Fiona looked at the man pleadingly and he paused his drying. He set the rag over his shoulder and put the cup down. He walked towards where the girl was standing, placing his knuckles onto the counter in front of him.
“This ain’t my business, but alright then,” he gave in. “What’s the blokes name?”
Fiona swallowed harshly, hoping the man wouldn’t have the same reaction as everyone else in the city. “Thomas Shelby.”
The man let out a cackle, backing away from the girl as his eyes glinted with amusement. “Yeah right,” he laughed bitterly. “You better not be goin’ around tellin’ people lies, little lady. Now get goin’!” The man’s sarcastic smile dropped and he pulled the rag off his shoulder wih force. Fiona stared up at him pleadingly.
“I’m not lying, sir!” She said truthfully, but the man just waved a hand. She sighed, and turned on her heels. Fiona didn’t understand why everyone kept turning her away, was it so hard for them to just point in the direction the man might live. She looked down at the floor as she reached the doors, but they opened suddenly. She stepped back, letting the three men in front of her pass. They barely glanced her way as they walked towards the counter. Fiona left after that, walking towards where she could see the sign of the motel in the air. It was a good walk from where she was, and she was sure it would start raining again before she even made it back. Fiona knew she would just have to try and find her father tomorrow, and this time she would have to ask the customers of the shops rather than the shopkeepers.
“Harry, serve us a scotch will ya,” Arthur said as he sat himself down. His brothers, Finn and John sitting to his right. Harry nodded, bringing out three cups and began serving their drinks in front of them.
“Want to know something funny?” Harry looked at the men in front of him. Arthur shrugged as he brought out a cigarette while his brothers gulped down their drinks. “A girl just came in here, saying she was Tommy’s girl.” Harry chuckled and shook his head. John’s forehead creased.
“Grace won’t like that one bit,” John said sarcastically. Harry laughed quietly, shaking his head again.
“No, I meant his daughter.”
The three men stopped their movements, looking at Harry with raised eyebrows. They immediately thought back to Elizabeth, Thomas’s first love. They knew she carried a baby and left before they returned from war. Finn remembered her briefly as he was just a child when this happened.
“What?” Arthur asked, completely caught off guard. “Where is she?”
“I sent her on her way,” Harry shrugged, pointing a hand at the door. “You passed her on your way in.” The men simutaneously looked at the door behind them, as if the girl would be standing there.
“How old was she?” Finn asked, trying to put two and two together. He remembered Tommy searching for Elizabeth and his child for years, but Tommy had to give up finding them in order to save the family’s name.
“No older than seventeen,” Harry shrugged once again. He looked at the confused faces in front of him, his own features casting with confusion. “She was lying right? Maybe she just wanted some money.” Harry suggested. The three brothers looked at each other, before they all stood up abruptly. They left before leaving an explanation to Harry and climbed into the family car.
“Do you think the girl might be Elizabeth’s?” John asked Arthur as Arthur sped down the street.
“Has to be,” Arthur responded quietly. His little brother might have closure after all, if he let this slip from their hands Tommy might not have his oppurtunity again.
“Is that her?” Finn pointed from the backseat at a girl just down the road. He had seen her as they walked into the Garrisson when she was leaving, taking note of her dark hair.
The other brothers didn’t respond as Arthur pulled the car to a stop right next to her. The girl looked up at the strange three men, and they saw her eyes riddle with fear.
“Heard you was looking for Thomas Shelby?” The girl stopped walking. She looked at them, silently nodding. “Why?” Arthur asked.
“I’m his daughter,” Fiona answered simply.
“What’s your mum’s name then?” John asked, and Arthur lightly hit his chest. John shrugged at his brother and turned back to Fiona, waiting for an answer.
“Elizabeth,” she said finally. “My mother said she knew him before the Great War.”
The brothers all turned to each other, they found her.
“Get in, then.” John opened his door. They waited patiently for Fiona, but she stared at the men wearily.
“Get in, love. We’re just takin’ you to him.” Arthur said. Fiona didn’t know if she could trust the men and her eyes drifted to the motel sign not far from her. She sighed, knowing that they could be telling the truth. She walked around the car, aware of the three pair of eyes that watched her. She climbed into the backseat and an older man smiled at her.
“I’m Finn, I’m Tommy’s brother.”
Fiona stared at the man, staring at her own uncle. She never knew if she had one on her mother’s side. The girl smiled. “I’m Fiona.”
“Fiona?” John looked back at her from his seat. “I’m also Tommy’s brother, I’m John and this is Arthur, the oldest.” Fiona smiled and nodded at them too as she leaned back into her seat. She tried to remember where they were going in case the men were lying. She placed her hands in her lap, fidgeting with her fingers as she bit her lip anxiously.
“You have his eyes,” Finn said after a couple minutes of silence. Fiona turned to him, not quite knowing what to say. “But your hair’s dark like your mother’s.” Fiona just nodded.
“He’s been lookin’ for ya,” Arhur said, turning his body to face the girl briefly. “Thought you should know,” he turned back around. Fiona looked down at her lap, covering the smile that formed on her features. Her father looked for her, it made her heart beam with joy.
“We’re here,” one of the men said as they came to a stop in front of their home. John helped Fiona out of the car and she followed closely behind them as they entered. A woman sat at the table in a kitchen, her eyes peering at Fiona curiously.
“Who’s this?” She asked. Her nephews just smiled and Arthur opened two green doors Fiona hadn’t even realized were there. Fiona looked away from the older woman and at the crowded secret room. People ran around yelling and fussing. Some were at desks and others were standing outisde.
“Everyone out!” Arthur yelled. Everyone stopped, and looked at the Shelby in confusion. “Now!” Arthur said after no one moved, less than a couple seconds later, men began scurrying away and leaving the premises quickly. Fiona watched them go, her eyebrows raising at how fearful they looked. The woman stood from her chair, looking at her nephew in anger.
“What are you doing, Arthur?” The woman asked as she approached him. Arthur didn’t respond as a door slamming shut caught all of their attention. Everyone turned to a man standing with a cigarette lit in his mouth, his blue eyes scanning the empty room. He looked at his brothers for an explanation and John walked forward, putting his hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Thomas,” John said. Fiona’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at her father. He was clean shaven and did have her bright blue eyes. His hair was styled neatly to one side and he wore an expensive suit. Fiona could feel herself begin to get nervous, and she tried to hide behind Finn’s and Arthur’s taller figures. “We found her,” John said. Thomas looked at his brother, still waiting for an explanation as he brought the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke into the air.
“Who?” Thomas asked, his voice sounding impatient.
Arthur suddenly gripped onto Fiona’s wrist and tugged her forward. Aunt Polly and Thomas looked at the teenager in confusion, Thomas just now realizing a stranger was here. Thomas looked at her, wondering why his brother was bringing her towards him.
“Thomas,” Arthur said as they stopped in front of him. “Meet your daughter.”
Thomas dropped the cigarette he was holding, and Fiona watched it fall to the floor. She heard the woman behind her gasp and bring her hands to her mouth. Fiona looked back up at her father, watching as he scanned her face for familiarity. He suddenly snapped out of whatever trance he was in, bringing his eyes into a cold stare. Fiona knew he was going to turn her away, maybe he didn’t believe her.
“What’s your name?” Thomas asked. Fiona couldn’t believe she was having a conversation with her actual father, something she never knew she would be able to do.
“Fiona,” the girl answered. Everyone was startled when Thomas stumbled back, flashbacks of him telling Elizabeth that he liked the name Fiona coming back to him. He remembered Elizabeth clear as day and now that he looked at the girl in front of him, he could see the similarities between both Elizabeth when she was a teenager and Fiona.
“Fiona,” Thomas repeated. “Fiona,” he said again this time reaching for the girl. She was surprised when he pulled her into his arms, hugging her to his chest. She hugged back, closing her eyes as the men and woman around her began cheering. She heard the woman crying as Thomas released her. He cupped her hair into his hands as he pressed his palms against the sides of her head. He stared down at his daughter, his child of whom he only had dreamed before that he would meet. The pair embraced again and Thomas stepped away when she heard a sniffle. He looked down at the crying girl.
“I can’t believe I’m hugging my father.” She said, tears spilling from her large blue eyes. Thomas and the rest laughed, small tears forming in Thomas’s own eyes.
“Fix her some tea,” Thomas told his aunt as he turned to face her. She nodded and quickly walked into the kitchen. “Come,” Thomas told the girl as he handed her a handkerchief. She dabbed at her eyes as she followed him into the office he was in before she arrived. Thomas walked her to a chair and she sat as he walked to the opposite side of the desk.
“Tell me,” Thomas said eagerly. “Where have you been? How old are you? Has your mother come with you?”
Fiona laughed, her tears coming to a hault as her hands dropped to her lap. “I’m from Sheffield.” She answered his first question. Thomas nodded, wondering if he had even checked Sheffield but he probably hadn’t as he has no connections there. “I’m sixteen,” Fiona said. Thomas nodded again, but his heart broke. He missed sixteen years of his daughters life. “Mother hasn’t come with me.”
“Why?” Thomas’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned forward. Why would Elizabeth send a sixteen-year old out into the world by herself?
“She’s passed,” Fiona sighed. Thomas leaned back in his seat, sadness washing over him. “Months ago, from an untreatable disease.” Fiona tried not to become sad herself. Her mother was everyhting to her, they only had each other for the past sixteen years.
“Where are you living now?” Thomas asked, clearing his throat as to not show he was phased by the death of his first love.
“The motel just a couple streets from here,” Fion said. She looked at Thomas who pursed his lips.
“That won’t do.” Thomas shook his head. “I’ll take you to get your things, your my daughter. I won’t let you live in some motel.” Thomas looked at Fiona, eyes glinting with joy when she smiled. Her smile reminded him of Elizabeth.
“Thank you,” Fiona gasped. “So much,” she smiled even wider.
“You family, Fiona. I won’t have my family living on the streets.” Thomas reassured the teenager. Fiona got more that day than what she came for. She got to know her father as he years passed and the weeks grew. They grew close, bonding mainly over horses and Elizabeth. Thomas kept Fiona away from the family business and got her a proper education, the finest that a woman could recieve. He was able to bless her wedding and watch her grow a family of her own. Fiona never left Birmingham, and she wished on many nights that her mother never had too.
Well, not really actual sets as much as buildings. When the tour guide said, “This building will be seen in a future episode of Shameless,” I did freak out a little bit, a lot, whatever. Nothing really special but I thought I’d share. Enjoy!
This is a neighborhood that we weren’t allowed to drive through because they were filming:
This is just a building that will be seen in season 5. My cousin and I were thinking it might be Lip’s school…
The back door to the Alibi Room, (excuse my sassy pose, I was very excited):
This building was used as a scone place:
Patsy’s Pies (used to be the Kash n Grab):
And right across the street, the L:
Where this lovely photo was taken:
A nightclub (the black tarps are used to make it look like nighttime when shooting during the day):
I also saw Veronica’s trailer and a trailer that read Buddy but those pictures came out too blurry.
Literally something that I need community support and closure about that I have not and will not ever receive is the life shattering moments that lead to Fiona kissing her twin brother Declan in their manhattan penthouse while your love is my drug played jubilantly in the background …. the ominous thought keeps me up at night to this very day….