Like I need to be starting something new... WELCOME! This is an Author Universe Shameless Fan Fiction. Essentially the only thing being used are the character's and their lives. I'm not following the show period. There might be some themes from the show, which is bound to happen, but there will be no season 1, 2, 3 in order.. blah blah blah.

Also, I ENJOY Mickey/Ian a lot. But for the purposes of this story he's straight. I just love him a lot, and that love is strange and manifesting in different ways. Bare with me, won't you?

I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. :) Sound off!

Tamlyn Jean Schuler stepped out of the taxi with her book back over her shoulder and a scowl on her face. The man didn't even wait for her to step away after she shut the door before pulling off and out of the neighborhood. She watched him take a quick right back towards the by-pass, a smirk on her face. She figured most people wanted out of the Southside of Chicago as fast as he was driving.

She returned her attention to the house in front of her, staring up at the massive three-bedroom, 2 bath that would be her home. The keys were tucked away in her right pocket and she made to get them out as she headed up the porch. Her parents hadn't started work on it just yet, and she was sure there would be a grocery list of shit she would need to work on inside. The fencing around the front was busted, the gate missing, the porch sagging; it was going to be a long summer.

Heading inside and closing the door behind herself she surveyed the living room. Just outside the front mud room there was a couch, a busted ass chair, and an entertainment center. If there had been a TV at one point in time, she figured it had been stolen a while ago. Moving through the space she headed into the kitchen, checking out the fridge to make sure the power worked and turning on the stove to check the gas. The water heater sat in the far-right corner, just next to the staircase.

She scaled the stairs with ease, checking out the three bedrooms, the master on the front end of the house. The master bathroom looked ok, but it all needed a bath for sure. Dropping her bag she headed back downstairs, snatching up the note she had seen earlier. A grocery list for sure, project after project was laid out in front of her. Scanning over the prescheduled installation points, TJ sighed, tossing the paper back on the counter.

No time like the present to get high and wasted, she'd worry about the cleaning later.

1 week later

She had scored a job at the diner just four blocks down the road. The main stretch of Canaryville where the laundry mat and grocery shared walls. With the money her parents had wired her for the house, and the money she had gotten from tips and salary, she had finally got the living room into a decent condition. The bathroom upstairs was looking ok, but the bedroom still needed work. She found herself sleeping on the couch.

It was working, she was proud. Each day brought a new surprise. Going off the schedule she had received, her flooring would be replaced tomorrow, a crew coming by to rip up the old carpet downstairs and lay vinyl. After that she would have to stat painting, instructions on how to get paint delivered to the house detailed in her notes.

At 7 AM the day of she found herself blaring music and dancing around the kitchen, making breakfast to last before she was kicked out for the floor layers. Bobbing her head and screaming at the top of her lungs she scrambled eggs and popped bread into the toaster she had gotten. The loud bangs on the door got her attention though, pulling her out of her revere as she took a sip of coffee and headed towards the front, turning down the music on the way.

On the other side of her door was an angry looking boy. Only four or so inches taller than herself, he seemed to growl, crossing his arms over his chest. He had on a t-shirt and boxers, his dark hair disheveled as he stared her down. He looked exhausted.

"Shut the fuck up," he drawled out, rubbing one hand over his face.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, it's 7 in the fucking morning, you got a brain cell up there?" He pointed towards her head and she rolled her eyes. She could tell he was agitated, his eyes bouncing back towards the house on the left. It was falling apart too, but by the state of it she figured it would stay that way. When she had first moved in she thought it was condemned, vacant from the lack of traffic.

"I have quite a few thanks," she smiled sweetly, "I'll be sure to turn the music down. Sorry."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The scream came from the house he had been staring at, a mousy head of brown hair tucking back inside the front door as it slammed shut behind her. TJ couldn't help but laugh as the girl announced herself and left so abruptly.

"Your girlfriends not so nice," she said before she could stop herself.

"Sister," he corrected her, uncrossing his arms. "Keep it down. I don't want to have to come back over here."

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone lived over there."

"Well, we do, and we're tired like normal fuckin' people at 7 in the morning." With that he was gone, flicking her off over his shoulder as he headed down her porch, barefoot, and onto the sidewalk towards his own home. She watched him head through the front door, closing it behind him and leaving her in silence.

The hum of her music from the living room was all she could hear for a moment before the flooring installation truck rolled out front and parked in the middle of the street. It was going to be a long day.