Entry tags:

1000 themes, fandom: my chemical romance, pairing: frank/gerard

I can't believe I'm doing this...

3 My Chemical Romance ficlets. Two DRAMA! ones and one completely stupid one. Written from the 1000 fic prompts list. All are Frank/Gerard (with some implied Bert/Gerard in the first one).


1. A Bridge Too Far

It was there right from the start. It was so obvious in their eyes even on the first time they met, shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. Gerard had been twitching nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his hair a little too short for rock and roll credibility, his face round, looking much younger than he actually was. Bert was... well, Bert was Bert, scruffy and unkempt, but in a different way than nowadays, a little less confident, maybe. They were two very awkward motherfuckers, but Frank could see the spark there, some kind of recognition. And afterwards, when they all became so goddamn good friends, Frank remembered that first meeting. And then, when Gerard kept vanishing with Bert, Frank wondered if he should have acted on his instinct back then, the stupid, jealous flare in his chest that told him to get up and keep Bert away from Gerard.

He hadn't, of course he hadn't. And now there were gaps everywhere he looked, deep, impossible chasms. He did blame Bert, a little, but the truth was that they had fucked themselves pretty good without any help from him or from anyone else for that matter. Frank could feel it, could almost taste the end looming over them. Something had to change or they would just fizzle out and die, go back to desperately trying to make it with other people, in other bands, or fade away completely, in the basements of New Jersey.

There was a phantom itch travelling along the side of his neck, over the scorpion tattoo, and Frank scratched at it absently. He watched Gerard sleep, his long, dirty hair tangled in knots and smudges of old makeup and grime on his face. There was a small hole in the inner seam of Gerard's jeans, high up on the thigh and Frank stared at it so that he wouldn't have to stare at Gerard's face.

They would go to Japan soon, but he didn't want to, he didn't want to move at all, ever again.



2. A Hero Emerges
There's a story about this one. I hope it explains some of the silliness:

Okay, so, this whole thing started yesterday when I was horribly hungover and walking back from the store. The day was cheery and warm and I was feeling like shit. I was wearing my big sunglasses and looking a lot like a girl!Gerard all around. I remembered people using "hate blockers" to describe sunglasses before and then I started wondering if I was a superhero and one of my gadgets was this pair of sunglasses that would actually block hate. You know, as you do. <<; Then I got home and ate my delicious tomato/olive tortellini and wrote this.

"If I was a superhero..." Gerard says, playing with his pair of sunglasses and staring out the window at the scenery rolling past their bus.

"Yeah?" Frank says, leaning back against the kitchen area counter and taking another sip from his mug of really goddamn hot coffee. This conversation is a complete non-sequitur, but Frank thinks that any conversation starting with the words "if I was a superhero" pretty much has to be. And it's Gerard, so...

"I'd make sure to have all kinds of cool gadgets," Gerard says and waves his sunglasses at Frank. "Like I'd have a pair of sunglasses, "hate blockers"," Gerard makes air quotes with his fingers and Frank wants to smack him for being so incredibly lame, "and they would really block hate! I'd just put them on and hate couldn't touch me."

"You could have a nemesis called Doctor Hate or something," Frank says, nodding. "And you could block him with them."

Gerard grins one of his dorky, impossibly wide grins at him, which are his favourite Gerard smiles, and Frank smiles back at him, pleased with the attention.

"I'd also have really awesome upper body muscles," Gerard says next and Frank snorts.

"Dude," he says, ignoring Gerard's pout. "There is no alternative universe where you'd have really awesome upper body muscles. Even if you were a superhero." Frank tries to imagine a muscled, heroic Gerard and just can't. It's fucking hilarious though, superimposing Gerard's head on He-man's body in his head. He kind of wants to do that now on the computer and scar Gerard forever. Maybe he will, the next time he's really bored. Their fridge needs more Frank-art. "But you'd make up for it by having all the cool gadgets and the superpowers, of course," he says, because he can't let Gerard continue pouting at him either.

"Yeah!" Gerard says and nods. "Hm, like, um, I'd have telekinesis and teleportation. And, I don't know, mind control or something. I'm not sure, though. I think mind control might be more a supervillain power instead."

"The jedis have mind control," Frank points out. "And what about Professor Xavier? You could totally have that too."

"I guess." Gerard shrugs and tries to take another sip from his cup of coffee. When he discovers it's empty, he gives the cup a disappointed frown. Then he holds it out, waving it at Frank, who dutifully fills it again. "Mm, thanks. I'd totally let you be my sidekick. You'd have awesome coffee producing powers."

"Yeah?" Frank says and grins. "I'd be like the Robin to your Batman, only more awesome and without the gay subtext."

Bob snorts from the couch area where he's lying down, reading a magazine.

"What?" Frank says, turning towards him. He's kind of embarrassed about it, but he completely forgot Bob was there.

"You two already have so much gay subtext it's sometimes hard to watch," Bob says, flipping a page of his magazine. "Ooh, hey. Oh, baby," he mutters and Frank cranes his neck to check what kind of magazine he's reading. When it turns out to be just Drummer, which means Bob's panting over snare drums or something, he slouches back against the counter.

"Fuck you, Bryar, you are hard to watch," Frank says cheerfully.

"Besides," Mikey says from the bunks. "Every crime fighting superhero duo has gay subtext."

Okay, so obviously this conversation has now become free-for-all. Frank pouts a little but recovers quickly. "You, Mikeyway, spend way too much time on the internet," Frank says. "There can so be an entirely subtext free superhero duo."

Now it's Mikey's turn to snort. "Name one," Mikey just says and then looks incredibly smug when Frank can't.

"We could be the first one?" Gerard tries, but Mikey just lifts one eyebrow and Gerard sighs. "Okay, so maybe not."

"Hey, I'm completely okay with being a crime fighting superhero duo with gay subtext too," Frank says. "I could come to your rescue when you got yourself in life-threatening situations and then you'd be all "what would I do without you, my loyal friend?" and then we'd have this silence with some meaningful staring that is supposed to be all about mutual appreciation and best friend bonding and everyone would say that it was just really gay."

"Yeah!" Gerard agrees. "And Mikey would obviously be there too. He could be the one who makes all my awesome gadgets. And Toro and Bob would be the only ones that would know our secret identities. And Worm would be our butler-"

"Fuck you," Worm says from where he is sitting, and then goes back to his book.

"-and," Gerard says, not even blinking at the interruption, "he'd obviously know too and he'd protect our secret."

"Obviously," Frank says and then can't stop himself from dissolving into giggles.



4. A Place to Feel Safe

Frank lets Gerard lean on him, his fingers cold around Frank's wrist. Gerard's head is bowed, eyes hidden behind his hair, and Frank isn't sure if he's awake or asleep.

At least he's still alive, he thinks.

Gerard's head feels heavy against Frank's shoulder and he can't move at all, fears that he's going to disturb Gerard out of this moment of calm if he so much as turns his head. Gerard's actually getting some rest, and nowadays, Frank is all about rest.

"Frankie?" Gerard whispers and turns his face into Frank's neck. He doesn't twitch away or lean into it or shiver, he just takes Gerard's hand and laces their fingers together.

"Shut up and go to sleep," he whispers back. "We can talk about it tomorrow. It'll all still be here tomorrow."

I'll still be here tomorrow, he wants to say.