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"Are you sure you spelt it right?" Hannah asked from where she was peering over Lip's shoulder at the laptop.

"I think I know how to spell my own name, Han," The boy rolled his eyes, "I'm not an idiot."

"Hey!" Carl pouted as he left the bedroom, "It happens sometimes, okay?" He said, closing the door behind him.

His siblings rolled their eyes as there was a short knock on the door and Fiona entered the room, followed by Debbie.

"Stop downloading porn." The eldest sibling sang.

"Oops, busted." Lip hummed.

"Boobs." Hannah nodded.

"I need a sweater." Fiona told them.

Lip nodded over to the closet, "Help yourself."

"What are you guys doing?" Fiona asked the two gathered around the laptop.

"We're looking for homeboy's dad." Lip said.

"They're looking for homeboy's dad." Ian corrected from where he was lying on his bed, continuously throwing a ball into the air and catching,

"Jesus," Lip muttered, "There are a lot of Gallaghers."

"What kind of name is Humberto Gallagher?" Hannah asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Hey, Fiona, do you know any of Frank's brothers' names?" Lip asked.

"Shit, I have no idea." Fiona shook her head.

"You know if we've got an Uncle Dakary roaming around anywhere?" Hannah asked, staring at the laptop screen, "People who give their kids stupid names should be arrested."

"Oh, I think one of them's Wendell or something." Fiona shrugged.

"And that's why Grammy's in the clink." Hannah nodded.

"I suppose we could just start calling them all." Lip shrugged, glancing up at the sister behind him.

Hannah chuckled slightly, "Not with our phone bill."

"Why do you care, anyway?" Fiona asked.

"They just wish it was them that wasn't Frank's kid." Ian sighed.

"That is true." Hannah nodded, pointing over at her fellow redhead.

"Plus, you know, if we find Ian's real dad, you know, maybe he'll give us some cash," Lip shrugged, "Or we could report his name to the state and collect extra child support."

Ian rolled his eyes, cringing, "Then I'd have to hang out with the dude."

"He might be cool." Lip said.

"Ha, Frank's brother?" Fiona scoffed.

"Hey, weirder things have happened," Hannah shrugged, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, "I mean, we never thought Frank would step foot in Canada."

"He's got to be better than Frank, right?" Lip said, "I mean, maybe he has a job, or he's sober."

"Or he likes kids." Hannah added, earning a chuckle from her eldest brother.

"Doubt it." Ian rolled his eyes.

"Oh, hey, how about this one, Debs?" Fiona asked, holding up one of Lip's sweaters to her chest.

"It'll have to do," Debbie nodded, "Now go. Come on." She said, pushing Fiona out of the room.

"Oh," Fiona poked her head through the door, "Take the bus out to see Grammy. She'll know where the brothers are." She grinned, before being dragged away by Debbie.

Lip and Hannah shared a glance, looking to their brother with a smirk, making the redhead groan, flopping back down on his bed.

―

Hannah took a drag from the cigarette before handing it back to Lip as the two of them and Ian were walking to the bus stop, the girl wrapping Lip's scarf tighter around her neck.

"Aren't you a little bit curious to find out who he is?" Lip asked Ian, gladly accepting the cigarette from his sister.

"No." Ian shook his head.

"No?" Lip raised an eyebrow, "He could be any one of these guys."

"Oh, yeah?" Ian smirked, nodding his head over at a passed out drag queen as they walked past them, "Like that one right there?"

"Totally." Lip cracked a grin.

"Could run in the family." Hannah chuckled, making Ian shove her into Lip's side.

"Look, he's going to be a douche bag, no matter who he is." Ian sighed.

"He can't be any worse than Frank." Lip hummed.

Ian raised an eyebrow, "He's a Gallagher."

"Maybe he'll take you to a game or you know, kick in some scratch for college, or give you a kidney," Lip shrugged as they sat down at the bus stop, Hannah huddled between her brothers for warmth, "Hell, a birthday card once a year... that's a win, right?"

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Do we know any cool dads?" Ian asked.

"Scotty Houston's father," Lip nodded, making his siblings hum, "But he's on that sex offenders list for jacking off in Sherman Park."

Ian and Hannah made a face.

"Yeah, maybe we don't." Lip sighed.

"Mark's cool - Mr. Cuthbert." Hannah added.

"A cool North Side parent?" Ian raised an eyebrow.

"That family are an enigma." Hannah nodded with a small chuckle.

―

Ian, Lip and Hannah leant against a wall as they waited to see Grammy.

"There she is," Lip told his siblings as an officer brought the woman to the window, "Hey, Grammy." The eldest of the siblings said as the three of them sat down, Hannah in the middle.

Grammy made a disgruntled face as she sat down, "Who the hell are you?"

"Grams, it's us," Lip shrugged, "Lip, Ian and Hannah. Frank's kids."

"Your grandchildren." Ian added.

"We're kinda family." Hannah nodded.

Grammy studied the three faces in front of her, a small smile making its way onto her face, "My goodness. Would you look at you three? I have never seen apple, sugar and spice looking so nice."

"Thanks, Grammy." Ian smiled.

"How's it going in there?" Lip asked, gesturing behind her.

"Well, the food's not so great, but the pussy's pretty good," Grammy shrugged, "Never thought I'd be the type. Oh, this dump ain't so bad. I can get blow anytime I like."

"Nice." Hannah chuckled.

"Sounds all right." Lip nodded.

"Yeah. The only thing that sucks is, they got me cleaning toilets. I wanted to be on the kitchen crew, but they won't let me anywhere near the place. One meth lab explosion, and this is what I get." Grammy scoffed.

"Bastards." Hannah commented, gaining a wink.

"Well, yeah. It's probably the two college students that died in the fire, Grams." Lip sighed.

Grammy hummed, before asking, "So what do you want?"

"Well, we're, uh... we're trying to find Dad's brothers," Lip told her, "There's, uh, three, right?"

"Who wants to know?" Grammy asked.

"Just us." Hannah gestured to the three of them.

"One might be my dad." Ian spoke up.

Grammy raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Uh, Monica... boned a brother." Lip muttered.

"What?" Grammy asked, not hearing.

"Monica... she fucked a brother." Lip said a little bit louder, with a small gesture.

"Got porked by the wrong Gallagher." Hannah nodded.

"I never liked that woman," Grammy shook her head, "So, I give you the names, what are you going to do for me?"

"What do you want?" Lip asked with a shrug.

"Cigarettes. Carton a week."

"What, you can get blow in here, but not cigarettes?" Lip raised an eyebrow.

"Go figure." Grammy shrugged.

"Yeah, you got it." Hannah nodded.

"Clayton, Jerry and my baby Wyatt," Grammy listed off, "They're in the book. But don't bother with Wyatt. He lost his testicles in the Navy."

An officer came and tapped Grammy on the shoulder, "Alright, let's go."

"Okay," Lip muttered, "Thanks, Grams."

"Thank you, Grammy." Hannah added.

Grammy then turned back to the siblings, "And you tell Jerry that if he doesn't pay me back that five grand he stole, I'm going to send my ex-husband Ronnie over to gouge his eye out with a grapefruit spoon." She told them, wrestling against the officer.

The siblings watched as the woman walked got dragged away from the glass that was separating them.

Hannah cracked a smile, "I love that woman."

―

"These are vanilla." Fiona said, placing said cupcakes onto the table that had been put in the living room, where most of the siblings were helping to decorate the treats.

"And hey, these ones aren't burnt." Hannah nodded with a smile.

Fiona eyed Lip, Ian and Hannah, "Where were you guys all day?"

"Jail." Hannah hummed, her tongue slightly sticking out as she concentrated on icing the cupcake in her hand.

"What?"

"We went to go see Grammy, like you suggested." Lip assured the eldest Gallagher sibling.

"Yeah?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, relieved, "How is she?"

"Still mean as a snake." Ian commented.

Fiona let out a small chuckle, before looking over at her brother with a frown, "Carl, hey, we're decorating not eating."

"Hey-yo!" Steve cried as he entered the house, the Gallaghers each muttering a response as Fiona brought him into the kitchen for a 'private' conversation.

"I haven't seen Ellie and Adam lately." Debbie said, glancing up at Hannah.

"Yeah, um, Adam's super busy with the whole composing music for the school play," The older of the two girls said, He's being super secretive, won't let anyone listen to it."

"And Ellie?" Debbie wondered.

"Well, the play's in three weeks and she's a lead so she's focusing on rehearsals at the moment." Hannah shrugged.

"What do you actually do in drama club?" Lip asked with a small chuckle.

"I'm assistant director to Theo."

"Favouritism." Ian sang, making Hannah elbow him in his side, the siblings laughing as Steve and Fiona re-entered the living room.

"What do we got going on here?" Steve asked.

"Improper English." Hannah muttered, placing a shamrock shaped candy on top of a cupcake.

"Well, if you're Carl, then you're making scrotum cupcakes." Lip said with a laugh, the younger boy showing the said cupcake off with a proud smile, everyone chuckling.

"Very nice."

―

Hannah rested her head against the window of the car that Lip was driving, Ian having called shotgun before she had the chance to.

"Steve give you the car?" Ian asked Lip as the oldest brother pulled up next to Jerry Gallagher's house.

"No, I bought it," Lip shrugged, "Had $74,920 lying around."

"Ah, money well spent." Ian nodded, Hannah letting out a small laugh as they all got out of the car, Lip dialling a number on his phone.

"Yo. Where are you? I'm, uh, sorry about yesterday, all right? All right, call me back. Don't be mad." He said, leaving a message.

"Karen?" Ian raised a knowing eyebrow.

"Yeah." Lip nodded, Hannah rolling her eyes, as they made their way up the stairs to the house.

"So why is it we've never met any of Frank's brothers?" Ian wondered.

"Family reunions are for families." Lip shrugged.

"Family isn't who you're related to, it's who you die for." Hannah told him.

"Jeez, Han, you getting all deep on us?" Lip smirked.

The girl smacked his chest, "Shut up."

Lip cracked a smile before knocking on the front door, "And will the guy behind door number one be Ian Gallagher's ticket out?"

"Shut up." Ian rolled his eyes as the door opened and the metal barrier was pulled back.

"Yeah?"

The three siblings stared at the man in front of them with wide eyes.

"Holy shit." Lip whispered.

"Oh, my God." Ian muttered.

Hannah nodded her head slightly as they looked at a clean shaven, Frank Gallagher lookalike, "Yeah, that's not creepy at all."

"What do you want?" Jerry pushed.

"Uh, hi," Lip spoke up, "Um, I'm sorry. Uh, my name is Phillip. This is my brother Ian and my sister Hannah."

Jerry stared at them blankly, "Yeah, so?"

"Well, we're, uh, we're Frank Gallagher's kids. And we were wondering maybe if we could talk to you for a-"

"You! Son of a bi-" Jerry cried, immediately slamming the barrier and door closed.

"Off to a good start." Ian nodded.

"I didn't know Dad was a twin, did you?" Lip asked his siblings.

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I don't even know his middle name." Hannah shrugged, she and Ian going to leave as Lip went to knock again.

"Hey!" Ian stopped his older brother, grabbing his wrist, "What are you doing?"

"Well, we should at least talk to him." Lip said.

"No, we shouldn't." Hannah shook her head, arms crossed across her body in an attempt to keep her warm.

"He just slammed the door in our faces." Ian nodded in agreement with his sister.

"Yeah, we probably scared him." Lip shrugged.

"I-I don't want that dick being my father, all right?" Ian told him.

"Lip," Hannah sighed, seeing the look on the older redhead's face, "Let's just go, alright."

"We're here. We should find out more about him." Lip said firmly, pounding on the door once more.

"I have a shotgun! And I'm not afraid to use it!" Jerry yelled through the door.

Ian turned to Lip, "Happy?"

Lip stared at the door, before nodding, "Yeah."

"Okay." Ian sighed, the three turning to leave.

"No shootings today, please and thank you." Hannah muttered as they left.

―

Hannah eyed the woman sitting on the couch next to her, Lip and Ian - their aunt - as they were sat in Clayton's house. The redhead scanned the affluent house, as she ate her fifth cookie from the plate on the table as Clayton re-entered the living room.

"Ah, I knew I had it here somewhere," Clayton smiled, waving a photobook in the air, squeezing next to Ian on the couch, "This is your father and me when we were altar boys."

Hannah almost spat out her mouthful of soda, "Altar boy?"

"Dad was an altar boy?" Ian asked.

"Yeah, he sure was," Clayton nodded, "Wow. Frank around the communion wine that must have been quite a challenge, huh? Father Frank, as we used to call him, he was very devout."

Hannah then continued to almost choke on her sixth cookie, "Devout." She chuckled as Lip patted her on the back.

"He was, uh, first in his class at catechism." Clayton nodded.

Lip raised an eyebrow, "Frank?"

"So, what brings you kids around?" Their aunt asked, seeming very agitated.

"Choking on your cookies," Hannah muttered, realising they had heard her, "Which are great by the way." She added, unsubtly taking a seventh from the plate under the unceasing gaze of her aunt.

"Well, we're working on a family tree project at school, Lucy," Lip lied, "Aunt Lucy."

"Oh, wow. Well, good for you," Clayton nodded, "Did your dad tell you where I lived?"

"No, no, we looked it up." Lip said.

"Yeah, I don't suppose he would have," Clayton frowned, "We, um, we had a falling out a long time ago."

Lucy then stood up abruptly, "Anybody need some more pop?"

"It was my fault," Clayton continued, his wife grimacing, "I should have done something about it, I-I just... I never did."

"Clayton, I need your help in the kitchen," Lucy told her husband with a stern gaze, "With the pop."

Clayton watched Lucy walk into the kitchen, nodding, "Okay, more pop coming right up." He nodded, before following after her.

"You know, she may be acting quite bitchy towards us, but the bitch makes good cookies." Hannah said, grabbing an eighth.

"What are you doing?" Lucy's voice cried from the kitchen.

"Getting to know my nephews." Clayton replied.

"Let's go." Ian said, standing up and grabbing his coat, Hannah following suit with half a cookie hanging out of her mouth.

"I don't want them in my house." Lucy told her husband.

"What? They're great," Lip said, "They're family!"

"I can't do this." Ian told his brother.

"Do what?" Lip asked.

"Lip, just grab your coat." Hannah told him quietly.

"You told me you never slept with her!"

"I didn't!" Clayton defended himself.

"This," Ian gestured towards where the sounds of the arguing was emitting from, "Ruin their lives."

"So, why does he look exactly like Jacob?!" Lucy yelled.

"That guy's totally your dad." Lip said, standing up.

"You don't know that for a fact." Ian denied, shrugging his coat on.

"We can easily find out." Lip laughed out.

"I don't wanna know!" Ian growled through gritted teeth.

"Lip, let's just go." Hannah said quietly.

"You look exactly like him." The eldest brother pressed, ignoring his sister.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Ian rolled his eyes, "Pack my bags and move in here?"

"Yeah! Have you checked this place out?" Lip chuckled.

Ian stared at his brother, before shaking his head and storming out of the house, "Fuck!

"Ian," Lip sighed, grabbing his coat and following after him, "Ian!"

"Told you." Hannah rolled her eyes, grabbing the last of the cookies from the plate - for Debbie and Carl - and chasing after her brothers.

"Ian!" She called out as she shut the front door behind her, wrapping her coat tightly around her shoulders.

Lip followed Ian to the end of the drive, "Ian! Ian, come on! We should at least go in and-"

"Look, this is about you, all right? Not me," The redheaded boy his brother off, turning sharply towards him, "We all have our problems with Frank, but he's still my father. And-and Fiona's my sister and you're my brother. Hannah, Debbie, Carl, Liam; we're a family." He told him, looking over at his sister who had joined his side.

"But Ian, you can have a sweet life here." Lip said, pointing over at the front door of the house, which Clayton was stood outside of.

"I'm happy with who we are, even if you're not." Ian shrugged, before backing away and getting into the backseat of the car.

"Well, guess I've got shotgun." Hannah sighed as she and Lip gave Clayton a wave before getting into the car, which was filled with a frosty silence.

―

A smirk crept its way onto Tony's face as he got out of his car, police lights reflecting on his face as he swaggered over to where the car that Steve had stolen had been parked.

"Well, Steve, possession of a stolen car is a fel-"

Tony froze and the smirk on his face dropped, as he stared at the three handcuffed culprits who were sat in the snow with awkward looks on their faces.

Hannah nodded at the man from where she was sat between her two older brothers, "Hey, Tony."