“I was the sun and he was the moon I was a desert and he was an island I was war and he was peace I was disaster and he was beauty I was sorrow and he was happiness I was death and he was life He was my salvation, I was his d e s t r u c t i o n .” (insp.)
By The Way, Know You've Always Been The One - Gallavich oneshot.
A/N: This is just a little something I had to get off my chest. Based on s6 spoilers. Warning: the ending is not happy. Title is taken from the song Hideaway by Karen O.
“Been a long time, Gallagher.”
“Yeah, three months.” The redhead responds, after putting the phone
on his ear.
They stare at each other through the stained glass of the prison. Ian looks
down. It takes a while after he decides to speak again.
“Sorry, I just…had a lot on my plate right now. Some stuff I had to
Mickey is silent again, those blue eyes locked to Ian’s face like it would bore
holes in it from the intensity.
“Don’t worry about it.” The brunet gets silent again, before asking: “you
It takes a few seconds for Ian to reply, but when he does, his voice is
“Yeah. Yeah, I am, Mick.” He smiles a little.
They both laugh.
“You go first” Mickey says.
“It’s just I-I’ve been thinking since the last time I visited you here…
about you. About us” He sighs. “You ever think of me, Mick?” The
redhead looks at the other boy with a determined face, his eyes hopeful, but if
you looked close enough, you could see the fear in them.
It takes a beat for Mickey to answer. Then he laughs. He laughs, but it’s
humorless and doesn’t reach his eyes.
“If I think about you? Of cour-Fuck.” He sighs and looks so very
tired and small. Ian wishes he could make Mickey smile like he had before. That
kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle.
“I-I did something while you were gone. I thought you weren’t coming back,
so I didn’t think I would ever have to show you this.” He pulls his shirt
down to reveal the words written on the left side of his chest. Right over his
Mickey doesn’t say he did it because, since he thought he would never see Ian
again, that the redhead had given up on them forever, he needed something to
prove to him that it was all real. That it wasn’t all in his head, that he had
had Ian once and they made each other
happy, even if they were miserable half of the time.
“W-what?” Ian is speechless.
Mickey just looks down, his face falling and the shame beginning to creep on
“I just-I don’t, I’m sorry. But here’s your fucking answer.”
Ian just looks at him. After a while, he looks amused and even smiles a little.
“Who’s Ian Galager?” He asks.
Mickey looks annoyed.
“What the fuck, man? Are you doing this to embarrass me? You’re an
Ian laughs. “Mick..”
“What?” The brunet asks, not looking the other boy in the face.
“Gallagher is spelled with two l’s” He says.
Mickey looks down at his chest. “No, it’s fucking not."
Ian laughs again. Mickey can’t help but join because the redhead’s laugh is
contagious and he looks so fucking beautiful when he laughs.
No, Mickey can’t think like that. He has to do the right thing. Like he had
planned. Before he can open his mouth, though, Ian is already speaking.
"I miss you.”
“Ian…Jesus. You can’t just-I don’t, Fuck.” Mickey runs a hand
across his face. Then he looks at Ian and says what he has to. “I don’t
want you to visit me anymore.”
Ian’s whole face falls.
“What do you mean?” He asks, his voice breaking.
And in that moment, Mickey almost changes his mind, almost allows himself to be
selfish and tell Ian that he needs him, that he can’t go away. But he doesn’t.
“I mean…I’m gonna be here for years, Ian. I’m gonna be here and you’re
gonna be there. You’ve so much ahead of you. You gotta…” Mickey
struggles to say the rest. “You gotta move on and be happy. With somebody
“No!” Ian says almost immediately. “I can’t do this. I want you,
Mickey. I love you”.
Mickey’s heart sinks. Holy fuck. He can’t do this.
“I-I love you, too. But I have to do this. You can’t be trapped to me,
Ian. You need to be happy.”
Ian stays silent for a while. Then, “is there anything I can say to make
you change your mind?”
Mickey almost smiles at the irony of this situation. All Ian had to do was
smile and he had almost begged him to wait for him.
“No.” He lies.
Mickey swallow his tears.
"Hey, just do me a favor this time? Don’t date some fucking geriatric
viagroid again, it’s gotta be bad for your health or something.” He says,
but Ian doesn’t even smile.
With a sudden movement, Ian puts his hands on the glass. And suddenly, they are
two young boys again, feeling such strong things, but unable to say it out of
This time, though, Mickey puts his hands over Ian’s.
“I’ve been taking my meds, Mick. I’ve been doing that for you” The
redhead says desperately, full on crying now.
The sight is too painful.
“Time’s up, Milkovich.” A guard says.
Mickey takes one last look at the love of his life, trying so badly to memorize
every single detail, before he stands up and walks away, ignoring Ian’s protest
on the way back to his cell.
Only when he arrives there, does he allow himself to break down.
He brings a hand over his chest, right where his tattoo is. He’s not sure if
he’s trying to get some comfort from it or to take away the pain in his heart.
This was the right thing to do. But then, why does it feel like his world is