Frerard. Oneshot. Gerard learns that to love, he must make sacrifice. And god, Frank Iero is worth giving up every drug on the planet.
Frank stopped singing the moment he saw those eyes. It was that shocking.
And it had to be a trick of the light.
Seriously, it had to be. Because it just couldn’t be possible for Gerard Way of all people to be at a Pencey Prep gig. More than that, a Gerard Way who looked perfectly normal. A Gerard Way who wasn’t slipping in his own vomit or tripping on SOMETHING.
So it was to Frank’s utter shock when his fellow band members stopped playing, and spoke the very name that had haunted Frank for most of his life. His worst fears had ultimately been confirmed.
“Oh my god! What the fuck is Gerard Way doing here?!”
Gerard made to climb onto the stage, but was immediately blocked by security. Much to Frank’s dismay, the bassist of his band waved the burly man away, and Gerard was left to stumble onto the stage without pause. The audience stood silent. Only the rare few who recognized who this man was, and the significance of what he was doing in the same room as Frank Fucking Iero, whispered unheard things. Frank was too emotionally screwed to hear or care what they said. He could already feel tears in his eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He croaked at the man who had ruined both his life and his career.
No. Frank wasn’t going to listen to this.
“Don’t even TRY Gerard! Do you even realise what you did to me? You RUINED me! YOU KILLED ME INSIDE!”
“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! FOR FUCKS SAKE, SOMEONE GET HIM OUT OF HERE!”
And Frank was openly sobbing now, not even caring about the fans seeing him weak like this. Security men were trying to lead him away, but Gerard grabbed a microphone and screamed at them to stop. A silent nod from the drummer confirmed Gerard’s wishes. Gerard turned back to Frank, and continued to speak straight into that microphone, looking into Frank’s tortured eyes with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“Frank, I’m sorry! I broke up with Bert! I called everyday, but you didn’t answer. I visited your house but no one came home! Frank! I will never stop, do you hear me? I will call every day until you love me! I bled out my sick broken heart for you! I cried a thousand tears for you! I paid away the dealers for you! I washed myself clean for you! I told my doctor to stop the prescription for you! Because I love you! I love you, and nothing will change that! I have spent the last six months sober, and every second was for you! I love you I love you I love you! I’m not leaving until you love me too!”
Gerard continued, the urgency in his voice rising.
“You don’t belong with Pencey! You belong with My Chem! You know, that band you used to LOVE?! That you were a kick ass guitarist for, before they split up because they lost one of their family because of the stupid mistakes the lead singer made? DON’T RUIN YOUR CHANCES LIKE THIS! WE NEED YOU, I NEED YOU!”
Frank couldn’t take Gerard’s ranting anymore. He walked over, and punched his ex lover in the face.
But as he saw the broken look in Gerard’s beautiful eyes, he realised something.
There’s no love quite like your first.
Somehow they were hugging then, and the crowd were cheering.
………… Gerard was tangling with bed sheets as he fell onto a cold wooden floor.
Disorientated, he looked around. Empty vodka bottles, medication packets, condoms.
A bedroom. One glance at the bed told Gerard what he needed to know. Frank hadn’t left him. Frank hadn’t left My Chem.
Filled with a new found hope, Gerard grabbed his mobile from the bed stand, left the room, and dialled a number he knew from heart.
“Gerard? Why you calling so early, Baby?”
A single tear slipped down the singer’s face, as he destroyed a part of his heart.
“I’m sorry Bert. I can’t do this to Frank anymore. It’s not fair. I love him. I’m………….breaking up with you.”
Gerard looked at the hall, which was also scattered with various empty alcoholic beverage bottles. He closed his eyes as nausea overcame him.
“WHAT? But…….what about your pills baby? If you leave me, I’ll make sure no dealer in New Jersey will ever sell to you again.”
That response was enough to tell Gerard everything he needed to know. He smiled, in spite of himself.
“That’s really okay for me, Bert. I’m not going to be needing them anyway.”
Gerard hung up. He felt another with him, and spun around in alarm.
Frankie was stood there, shirtless. He looked at Gerard curiously, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“What won’t you be needing?” He asked, words muffled by a yawn.
Gerard’s smile grew bigger.
“Drugs. Ever again.”
He laughed at the wide eyed look on Frankie’s face, and walked up to his boyfriend, embracing him and nuzzling into his neck.
“I don’t need it anymore, Frank. I’ve been thinking, and I realized something great.”
Gerard pulled away to observe Frank, his eyes shining brightly.
“The drug in me is you.”