Alright so I'm currently relistening to Kollok and realised that while Tibby was healing Skye and Em in The Broken Column we never saw Mickey, so here's her talking with Brad because wholesome shit.
Also Mickey can walk because plot
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3rd Person POV

Mickey Jones sat on the ground by one of the empty corridors, she couldn't help but cry, she had been through so much, it hurt her that she was alone now.

She heard someone walking down the hall, she kept her head down.

The person slide down the wall in front of her, they let out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"I thought I lost you" they said, Mickey looked up to face Brad Avery, who was looking to the ground.

"Why would you care?" Mickey asked bitterly, Brad looked up to her, tears riming his eyes.

"Fucking god Kayla, how long will it take you to figure out that people care about you" Brad said, the teen girl laid her head against the wall, bringing her legs to her chest.

"Who would care? I'm a murderer Brad, it's all over the news" she spoke softly.

"I would care, Terrance and Kaine too, I know they're not here right now but as soon as they are we'll take care of this. And I know you're not a murderer Kay, that's not who you are" Brad said, Mickey couldn't help but sob, tears rained down her checks.

Brad scooted his way over to Mickey, Sitting down next to his friend, he wrapped his arms around her, letting her head fall against his chest, He was the only one who had ever seen her cry.

"He's gone, he's fucking gone Brad" Mickey cried, everything flooded into her mind, memories with Terrence, memories with her dad, memories with Bucket, these people were her family, they died protecting her.

That was why she closed herself off from Billy and Tibby, she gave them reasons to not want to be around her, she hurt them but it just felt like she was hurting herself, it was making her sick, it hurt her to hurt them.

"Your friends must be worried, you should go see them" Brad said, Mickey shook her head.

"They're really mad at me" Mickey whispered, Brad laughed a little.

"What did you do now?" He asked her gently, Mickey bit her lip.

"I let one of our friends die, and tried to kill another" she said softly, she felt Brad run a hand through her hair, he hummed for her to continue.

"I know, but it wasn't your fault, your dad killed your friend, you have a reason to be angry, but your friends care a lot for you" Brad said softly to her, she sighed and nodded.

"I don't think they want me there, I'm just a fucking burden" Mickey said, Brad shook his head.

"Whoever told you that is wrong, you and I both know how fucking powerful you can be when given the chance " he said, hugging Mickey tighter.

"Why can't we be normal?" The broker asked, her friend laughed.

"Because normal is weird, normal is fucked up and boring" He said, Mickey laughed a little, a smile making its way onto her face.

"Now go, go see your friends, I'll be here when you come back " Brad said with a kind smile, Mickey stood, sending a small wave of goodbye as she walked down the hall to her friends.

Brad watched her walk off, knowing damn well what had happened to her that she wasn't sharing.

Mickey Jones walked down the hall alone, allowing her thoughts to overtake her.

What if they hate me?

What if they're angry?

They're allowed to be angry.

Everyone is going to hate you.

Tibby's going to hate you.

Tibby's going to fucking hate you.

He already hates you.

He has no reason to even want to be your friend.

You're just a slut.

No one cares about you.

You should be dead.

You should have taken the bullet.

You should be the one in the ashes, not dad and Bucket.

Your should be dead.

You should be dead.

You should be dead.

YOU SHOULD BE DEAD.

Mickey barely felt herself fall on her knees, she barely felt the pain of her kneecaps hitting the tile floor, she barely knew she was sobbing, she didn't notice Tibby at her side, asking if she was ok.

She felt like she was going to pass out, she couldn't control it anymore, she sobbed, everything was overtaking her, her anger and sadness were fighting over dominance of her body.

She felt Tibby hug her, she loved his touch, she felt his hands run down her back, she basked in his fingers running down her spine, the warmth and kindness he so easily gave.

"What happened?" Tibby asked her, Mickey didn't want to speak, she just placed her head on his shoulder.

"I'm here Mickey, you don't need to be scared" Tibby kissed her hand, he felt Mickey smile into his neck.

"I'm here for you, I'm not going to leave you alone, I'm with you" Tibby said gently, brushing a hand through her hair.

"I'm here, don't worry, I'm here" he whispered, Mickey tightened her grip around him.

"Tibby, I'm scared" Mickey said quietly, barely loud enough to hear.

"I know Mickey, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to be like this" Mickey whispered, she could feel Tibby's hand in her hair, it was calming and loving.

"I don't either, but we're here together, we're going through this together" Tibby told her, his voice remaining gentle.

"I know" Mickey nodded, mainly to herself.

Tibby took her hand, his touch was warm as he kissed over her knuckles.

"We're here together"
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Welp, that became Mibby, it wasn't meant to be

I hope you guys enjoyed ♥️