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Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't own the basic plot and quotes you recognise from Californication.

WARNINGS: This story is based on the television series "Californication", if you didn't like it or were offended by it, please do not read. I have changed a lot of the plot to suit my own wicked ways but it still includes a lot of swearing, alcohol and drug use, sex in every shape and form and some volgarity. Please do not read if this offends.


Chapter One – I’m going straight to hell for this one…


The Misfits blared out of the sport's cars fourteen inch subs at an unspeakable volume. Going deaf was the least of Frank Iero's concerns. In fact, he would almost welcome the blissful silence that would come with having your ear drums explode from punk-rock music. At least that way he wouldn't have to listen to the shit that came out of people's fucking mouths now-a-days.

Destination? He had no fucking idea. Yet, there was purpose in the way he spun the wheel and floored the accelerator. He knew where he wanted to go, even if he didn't know where that was.

The car screeched to a halt at his command. A sloppy park, one that would no doubt earn him a parking fine of some sort. Not like he really gave a shit though, he was more interested in the place he had just arrived at.

"A fucking church?" he snickered in disbelief to no one in particular.

Frank Iero at a church. Something was definitely not right about this one.

Still, he wasn't one to argue and so he just shrugged his shoulders and pulled a packet of cigarettes out of the black jeans that were now perched at least half way down his ass revealing his underwear to anyone that would look.

Cupping the tip of the cigarette with his hands, he lit it with a lighter which he produced from the pocket of his leather jacket. His favourite possession. Sure, it had so many holes in it now he was sure one day it would just disintegrate at his touch but it was the first thing he had ever bought with his small fortune. There was no way in hell he would part with it.

Letting out a rather over exaggerated sigh, Frank stepped purposefully into the church. It was empty. Only the lord himself, perched on a cross high up at the back of the church, over looking all of the pews, was present.

"Yo, yo! Jesus my man, what's up? Hope you're not concocting up another fabulous plan to screw me around. You know better then anyone that I'm about one small push away from tumbling off that fucking cliff top I've been standing on for the past year. Oh ... and sorry for swearing."

Frank took a puff of the fag that hung loosely from his pierced lower lip. Clearly thinking about what else he had to say to the inanimate object that represented someone who had caused him so much pain and frustration lately.

"Whilst I'm here, I may as well ask you for a favour, God only knows you owe me one. Get it? God only - oh don't worry about it. So anyway, I haven't played in a while, somehow I think I may have forgotten how, so if you could, I dunno, cut me some fucking slack, it would be much appreciated. Music is all I have left now."

As he stood there, thinking over what else he would like to say, he realised that he was no longer alone. A nun, dressed in the typical outfit of black and white, was standing next to him, he hadn't even noticed her arrival.

"Can I help you? Maybe you need someone real to talk to," she teased, smiling kindly at him.

Frank smiled back. It was a nice smile she had, she was really quite attractive.

"Well, that depends sister. I mean, are you like one of those servants of God that have the healers touch? Cause I need some serious fucking healing, if you know what I mean. And shit, sorry for swearing. Fuck, I did it again, didn't I?"

The nun just smiled sweetly at him again, clearly unaffected by his foul language.

"I think I know exactly what you mean. I don't have the healers touch, but I promise I can do one better."

It was strange for a nun to speak in such a suggestive tone, but Frank didn't complain. Still, he was not prepared for the lady in black and white to pull back the cloth that covered the top of her head and wave out long locks of golden hair.

"Woah ... there's no way you're a real fucking nun."

Frank had to resist the urge to take her in his arms and fuck her right then and there in the middle of the church. After all, she was a nun, she wasn't allowed to do that sort of thing and he had enough respect for other people that he wouldn't abuse her right of celibacy.

Yet, the hot nun clearly had other plans as she moved in closer and closer to the slightly bewildered Frank.

"You seem tense, let me help you release some of that. How about a blow job?"

Frank coughed loudly as he sucked in a little too much cigarette smoke at this proposition. Because, what the fuck?

"W-what? A - a blow job? From you?"

"Well it isn't going to suck itself Frank," she stated as her hands now rested heavily on the waistline of his pants.

He didn't even bother asking how she knew his name, he just watched as the hot, blonde nun lowered herself to the floor, kneeling before the crotch of his jeans. As she unzipped his pants and took him into her mouth Frank raised a hand so that he could cover the image of Jesus on the cross that hung high above them.

"Fuck, I'm going straight to hell for this one ..."

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Frank bucked his hips forward as the nun and the church disappeared when his eyes finally opened and he realised he was lying in someone’s bed, definitely not his own, getting sucked off by someone, or, dare he say it, something.

"Good morning Frank, you're such a restless sleeper," the blonde at his dick announced as she resurfaced only for a moment to give this greeting.

Frank smiled, recognising her as the nun from his dreams. He remembered how she'd approached him at the bar last night and asked him to go home with her. She wasn't a nun, he knew that for sure, but clearly he enjoyed the idea. But what the fuck was this girls name again?

"Oh shit!" he said instead of his own good morning as her tongue flicked across the tip of his length causing his stomach to tighten instinctively.

"You like that Frank? I just wanted to think of a nice way to wake you up and I figured, what's better then a blow job?"

"A joint and a fucking beer," Frank announced, but didn't complain as the blonde lowered her lips again and continued to go to work on him.

Outside in the unknown street in this unknown town, for he still couldn't even remember where the fuck he was just yet, there was the irritating thumping of techno music blaring through car speakers.

"Oh fuck! My husbands home," the blonde whined as she stopped what she was doing and sighed in frustration.

"Does that mean I have to leave?" Frank asked, unsure if he could be bothered making a run for it. Sometimes it was just easier to get the living shit beat out of him by some pissed of husband or other.

"I'm afraid so. He's the jealous type, he'd probably kill you."

"Oh ... guess we're done then."

It wasn't a good day to die, he decided. So he quickly rolled out of bed, noting the killer hang over he was accompanied by, and stumbled around the room looking for his pants. He found his shirt, that was one thing. Pulling that on, he finally gave up on his pants when a man's voice shouted out, "whose fucking car is that out the front!"

"Time to leave," Frank stated as the blonde pointed to an alternate exit.

He had no idea where he was going, but he followed her instructions and found himself exiting the back of a nice looking modern type home that was, to no great surprise, right on the beach.

"Ha! Shame I didn't bring my swimmers," he said to no one in particular as he heard the back door of the house he had just exited explode and that same mans voice yell out angrily.

This was when Frank got most of his exercise. He didn't need the gym. Sex all night and running in the morning whilst a mad-man chassed him was all he needed to keep his fabulous figure. The lady's never complained ... neither did the men for that matter.

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE YOU PRICK!"

Frank leapt into his convertible in one swift movement, cursing as he sprayed sand over everything. There was no time to worry about that though as a man in a business suit, holding a baseball bat arrived just in front of Frank’s car.

"Good morning," Frank announced cheerfully, as the guy just stopped to look at him.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! Some scrawny assed punk kid, what the fuck?" the man shouted to the blonde that was now watching the scene from the top bedroom window.

"I'm hung like a horse though," Frank stated before turning the key in the ignition and driving the hell out of there. He was too quick for the guy with the bat, which was a good thing; he may not care what happened to himself, but if anyone touched the car, he'd kill them.

As soon as he was on the main road leaving the newest one night stand behind him, he lit up a cigarette and cranked up the stereo. His destination was known this time ... home.

Black Flag blared out of the speakers as he turned into territory he recognised. When he spotted a women and her son walking along the side of the road he hastily screeched into the closest park causing several fellow drivers behind him to honk their horns and swear at him loudly.

"Fuck off!" Frank called back as he gave them the finger.

The women with the young boy looked up and rolled her eyes when she saw who it was causing all the commotion on what would otherwise have been a nice relaxing Sunday.

"Of course ... who else would it be but Frank Iero," the women said, shaking her head and glaring at him.

The little boy instantly went alert at the name and he spun around to inspect Frank. A huge smile, one that brought a tiny pang to Frank's heart, spread across the boy's face. It was the same smile his father had, he looked so much like him.

"Hey Jack! Least someone is happy to see me."

Frank leapt out of his car and Jack hastily burst into laughter as his mother swore loudly.

"Frankie, you're not wearing any pants!" Jack giggled as he pointed at Franks boxers.

Frank looked down, faking surprise.

"Oh shit! Not again."

Jack just kept on laughing, the smile on Franks own face only increasing as he looked longingly at the small boy. He loved seeing that smile, he loved the familiarity of it.

"Jesus Frank. Don't you have any self respect?"

"Sorry Lindsey, but you ripped what little self-respect I had for myself away a long time ago."

With that, Lindsey could no longer contain her squirming boy and she let go of his hand so that he could run up to Frank and wrap his tiny arms around his waist.

"I missed you Frankie. When am I going to be able to see you again?" Jack questioned, looking up at him through a messy black fringe. Those familiar brown eyes full of wonder and creativity bore into him.

"You're seeing me right now aren't you Jack?" Frank questioned, running a hand through his thick black hair. So much like his father.

"Yeah, but I want to stay with you at your place! Can I stay with him mummy, can I?" Jack pleaded, turning to face his mother but still clutching onto Franks shirt in case she tried to drag him away.

"Soon Jack, now come on, Frank needs his rest. He's clearly had a big night full of crazy."

Frank shot her his sarcastic smile as Jack whined by his side. He decided to test the waters, perhaps piss her off even further. It was his favouite past time after all.

"So, how's Gerard doing?" he asked, placing a hand on Jacks shoulder glad that at least he liked him.

"Shut up Frank! Jack, come on, we're going home."

With that Lindsey stood, tapping her foot impatiently as Frank picked up Jack and hugged him tightly before placing him back down and letting him run obediently up to his waiting mother.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered when they were out of ear shot and he had leapt back into his car.

Drive through McDonalds was the only place Frank would be allowed in without any pants so that was where he headed for breakfast after the meeting in the street. With an Oreo McFlurry and a large strawberry slushy in hand, he pulled up his car by the beach, propped his feet up and over the door and turned up the stereo once again as he ate his nutritious breakfast.

It was then that his phone started ringing.

"Stupid fucking thing," he cursed as he realised he had no idea where it was.

He followed the sound, diving into the back seat, his boxer shorts covered butt sticking up in the air for all to see. When he finally found it, a smile spread across his face at the caller I.D. flashing on the screen.

"Hey hey Gee, I just saw your girl friend on the side of the street. You didn't tell me she was a hooker now, almost picked her up and took her back to my place."

"Very funny Frank. Yeah, she just got back," Gerard's voice spoke out through the speaker in Franks ear.

He sighed content at hearing that voice again. Fuck, he missed it.

"So what can I do for you Gee? You interrupted my breakfast."

Laughter from the other end. The same as Jack's, only this one did wonders for his imagination.

"Oh wait, let me guess. Chocolate Sunday and a strawberry slushy?"

"Close, but no free car for you today. It's a McFlurry."

"Decided to mix things up a bit today, ey?" Gerard asked, faking surprise.

"Yes indeed. As did you I see. Calling me and all that. You sly dog, does your girl friend know?"

There was a sigh at the other end, perhaps Gerard was wearing thin with his cynicism, he couldn't tell, nor did he care really, Frank just liked that Gerard still called.

"I have to ask a favour," Gerard began, clearly unsure how to proceed.

"Of course you do."

"Lindsey and I have been called out to a lunch today. If it's not too much trouble, could you mind Jack for us? I know it's last minute but, well, I figured you might like to see him too ya know."

Check mate. Of course he wanted to see Jack again, but he also hated that Gerard would use him just to baby sit a kid that wasn't even his.

"I just saw him with - what's her face - er - never mind. Drop him round; I'll be home in fifteen."

"Thanks Frank."

"Yeah, yeah." With that Frank hung up the phone.

Business as usual, that was all Gerard spoke to him about lately. Not feeling very hungry anymore, he tossed the rest of his McFlurry to the cawing seagulls.

"That shit will make you fat you know! Like to see you try and fly then ya bastards!" Frank shouted out as he drove away, watching the birds fight over the fatty desert.

It took him twenty minutes to get back to his house. Gerard and Lindsey were sitting in their car, the later of the two just shook her head as he pulled up and parked rather unceremoniously on the curb.

"Sorry, got every red light, you know," he announced as he made his way over to Gerard's side of the car.

"Yeah Frank, I'm sure you did," Gerard said as he smiled knowingly.

"You look fucking great," Frank stated as he took in Gerard’s appearance.

Clearly it was a fancy lunch that they were going to as he was all dressed up in tight black jeans, that white button up shirt and black vest clutching at his perfectly shaped chest. It was the black and white stripped tie that Frank liked the best, he wasn't even sure why. The lunch clearly had something to do with his comic books, it was the only explanation for the choice of outfit.

"Hey um, thanks again for minding Jack," Gerard said, ignoring Frank's compliment. Typical.

"Yeah, yeah. Told you I'd see you soon didn't I Jacky?" Frank brushed aside Gerard’s words and opened the back door so that Jack could hop out.

The small boy tossed his arms as far around Frank as he could once again. Frank didn't bother informing the kid it had only been about an hour since he had last saw him, he liked the contact. It was nice to feel needed and it was certainly nice to feel loved.

"We'll pick him up later tonight if that's alright," Gerard asked, a small smile playing across his lips as he watched the exchange between Frank and his son. This only caused Frank's own smile to widen; Gerard just couldn't help himself, he still had to look at him like that.

"Whatever ... go have fun. Bye Lynz," Frank said as an after thought, he loved stirring her up because Lindsey hated that Frank was still in Jack's life, but it was one of the conditions Gerard had placed down before her when they had started dating again. So, whenever he could, he'd rub her face in it.

Lindsey just scowled at his words as Gerard placed a reassuring hand on her knee. Frank cringed at the small gesture of love he gave her. No matter what, he would never accept this new relationship.

With that Gerard muttered his thanks once again before driving off, leaving Frank wondering what the hell he and Jack were going to do tonight. It had been a while since he had baby sat the boy, he forgot what you were supposed to do with little people.

"So Jack, what do you wanna do?" he asked as he unlocked his front door and held it open for him to go in.

"Um, let’s watch a movie."

"Yeah, we can do that, sounds harmless. What you wanna watch?"

Jack ran straight over to his DVD collection and ran his chubby fingers along them, slowly mouthing out the titles. Frank couldn't help but smile. The boy was the splitting image of Gerard. It hurt to see such a cruel reminder, but he had to be grateful that he at least had something. Seeing those eyes stare back at him with love, even if they did belong to Jack and not Gerard, was all that he needed to get by sometimes.

The miniature Gerard pulled out DVD after DVD making a lovely little mess, but Frank didn't mind, he was rarely home these days anyway. He did however thank god that he didn't watch porn, the way Jack was going over every title, assessing them with his knowledge craving eyes, he could only imagine the conversation they would have to have.

"This one!" he announced pulling out The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Frank flinched. It was the one movie he and Gerard used to watch religiously. He remembered going down on Gerard for the first time during that very movie. After the fight, he hadn't watched it since.

"Can't watch that one Jacky, DVD player doesn't like it for some reason. Pick another one."

"Fine ... what about - this one then?"

This time Jack was holding up Pirates of the Caribbean. Frank could deal with that.

"Yeah alright. Go set it up. We'll watch it on the TV in my room. That way we can have ice cream in bed!" Frank stated excitedly.

Jack cheered as he ran off down the hall but when the cheering faded away, Frank got quite concerned and quickly ducked around the corner to see what was wrong. Jack was just standing there looking quite nervous.

"What is it Jack? What's wrong?"

"Frankie ... there's a naked lady on your bed."

Franks heart froze.

"Oh shit! Jack, wait out here a moment."

Jack obediently obeyed, but still looked as though he had done something wrong. Frank knew he'd have to explain this one later, but first, he had to deal with the problem in his bedroom. As he entered, he couldn't see anyone, but he closed the door behind him just in case Jack got curious and followed him in.

Suddenly, a naked women appeared from the other side of the bed, holding a pillow over her parts, she sighed in relief when she saw Frank.

"Fuck! I am so sorry! I was going to surprise you, I think I just surprised the kid instead. You didn't tell me you had a son!"

Frank just smiled as kindly as he could at the brunette. He had forgotten all about her in this morning’s flurry, not a good thing to do to your supposed girl friend.

"He's not my kid ... well, I mean, he's as good as sometimes, but - it's complicated," Frank finished, realising he didn't have the energy to explain.

"Too complicated to explain to your girl friend? If you have attachments, I'd like to know."

Frank swallowed hard. She wasn't going to like what he was about to do.

"Yeah ... look, about that -"

"You're fucking breaking up with me aren't you Frank," the brunette suddenly wailed as she stared at him dangerously.

"I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now and this - it ain't going to work."

The pillow covering her naked body was promptly thrown at his head. He didn't even bother trying to catch it, he deserved a lot worse.

"FUCK YOU! J-just fuck you! I knew this was a bad idea, I knew this was going to happen!"

"Look, you're married! It's not like you were free to be my girl friend anyway," Frank tried to reason with her, but she wasn't having any of it. She was already slipping her clothes back on as she continued to curse.

"I know what this is Frank. You only fucking slept with me because my fucking husband got a hold of your shitty concept album and turned it into a blockbuster! What was it? Revenge? Jealousy? Maybe at the fact that he had everything, you had to take something for yourself."

Now Frank was furious.

"It wasn't even my fucking concept! You can't take someone's concept and spin it to mean what you think it means! FUCK, SHIT, FUCK! The movie is a fucking love story! That's not right!"

"Shut up Frank! You owe my husband everything you have right now. If he hadn't of taken your dumb ass lyrics and spun them into some sort of sense you would be some alcoholic loser on the streets right now."

Frank just doubled over, rubbing at his temples in frustration and anger. He hated discussing that god damned movie, it just infuriated him even more.

"It's not even my work anymore," he settled on saying, just so they were clear.

"Yeah you're right Frank, its not ... It's better!"

With that the brunette fixed herself up and marched towards the bedroom door, she flung it open to reveal Jack standing there looking quite nervous. He had his hands behind his back as though he was hiding something.

"I got you a beer," he announced, pulling his hands around to the front and revealing one ice cold bottle in each of his tiny hands.

"Thank you," the brunette said kindly as she grabbed one of the beers and downed a large portion of it. "At least your son is a gentleman."

"He's not my son!" Frank shouted as she marched off, beer still in hand. His words were followed by the slamming of the front door.

Jack just stood there looking slightly put-out. Finally he jumped up on the bed next to Frank and handed him the beer.

"Thanks Jack. You're a good kid, you know that right?"

Jack just nods, but bites his lip nervously. Frank recognises the gesture, Gerard used to do it all the time when they would try to make-up after one of their weekly arguments.

"Frankie, can I ask you something?" he finally asks, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, shoot. What is it?"

"Well, why'd you have a woman over? I thought you only liked men."

Frank snorts on his beer at Jack's words. He closely inspects the small boy and realises that he looks quite serious. A six year old shouldn't be so relaxed about things like that.

"Oh Jacky, you're going to need some serious therapy when you're older. Come on, let’s watch this movie so I can check out Johnny Depp."

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When Gerard arrived at Frank’s house, he knew what he would find. It was wall after ten after all, which only meant one thing. Frank would be drunk and passed out. That was a given.

"Daddy!" Jack shouted as Gerard opened the door to Frank's bedroom.

"Hey Jack, what you watching?" Gerard asked casually, noting Frank passed out and snoring on the bed, an empty bottle of beer in his hand. Jack was sitting next to him, cross legged, engrossed in the T.V.

"The second Pirates of the Caribbean. I think Frankie got sleepy."

Gerard laughs at this, because Frank always got sleepy when he'd had too much to drink.

"Alright Jack, it's time to go, you can watch the rest next time. Go get your things, I just want to - er - thank Frank."

He knew Jack would want to stay, but he didn't put up a fight. He got up and switched the television and DVD player off and made to leave the room. But, clearly thinking something through his overactive mind, he turned to face Gerard.

"Daddy ... please don't yell at him too much."

Gerard forces a smile at Jack, wondering how he's going to explain the messed up relationship that is his parents' lives when he is old enough to understand. He doesn't look forward to that day.

Seemingly satisfied, Jack leaves the room as instructed. The moment he's gone, Gerard grabs the corner of Franks pillow and pulls it out from underneath him.

"Wasthafuck - wa - washappening?"

"Get up Frank! I need to have a serious word with you!" Gerard says, jumping straight into it. After all, calling your son to see how he's doing and finding out he saw a naked woman on his basically second dad's bed isn't the best of news.

"Oh shit Gee, I didn't know she was going to be here alright? I have no control over these things!"

"Shut up Frank! I trust you with Jack alright, cause I know how much you mean to him and every time - every single fucking time he's here something like this happens! It's no wonder Lindsey doesn't want him over here anymore. But no, I always have to convince her that you've changed, they you've learnt your lesson. Fuck you Frank! You never learn!"

Frank just yawns and rubs at his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Are we still talking about Jack here or are you bringing up other stuff as well? Because that just isn't fair."

Gerard stops. He takes a deep breath and he lets it out again. It's no use yelling, it never gets him anywhere, it's just that Frank always has a way of getting under his skin and he absolutely fucking hates that.

"Frank ... what are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I was sleeping until you woke me up," he protests, sitting up now and stretching his back, Gerard peeks a glance at the way his t-shirt rises up just enough for him to spot the tattoos over the lower-part of his stomach. He quickly turns away.

"You know what I mean Frank. You're fucking anything that moves, you're drinking anything that's in a bottle, you're smoking anything that can be lit and the worst part, you're not even playing your guitar!"

Frank just shakes his head and sighs. Its clear there's no fight in him, he knows Gerard is right.

"I'm not fucking anything that moves. Animals move and I definitely haven't crossed that bridge yet."

"Fuck Frank! Wake up to yourself. Who was that girl anyway?" Gerard asks, curious as to what a naked girl was doing in Franks bed.

"Why? Jealous?" Frank questions, causing Gerard to laugh out loud.

"You never give up do you! Shit!"

Finally Frank has clearly had enough, he stands up and begins pacing around the room like he usually does when he's feeling defeated.

"This is all your fault you know Gerard!"

"Oh here we go," Gerard exclaims, shaking his head as though he can't believe they're back here again.

"If you hadn't of fucking ran back to her after all we'd been through together, after we were finally starting to work it all out - if you hadn't of fucking started your stupid little comic book series and -"

"Me? Frank, you already had a side band! You were already touring with almost three different bands! You were fucking googling yourself Frank! How was I not supposed to feel a little left out?"

"Left out! So that's your excuse for fucking cheating on me Gerard? That's your excuse for going back to her! You knew I couldn't stand that, you knew it would rip me apart!"

Gerard just lets out another heavy sigh as he realises they're getting nowhere and fast. It's the same argument every fucking time. Frank seems to notice this as well. There's no point in wasting his breath, it's all been said a million times before.

"I only googled myself the one time, so don't bring that shit up. And I'm sorry about the naked girl in my bed okay?"

Defeated, Gerard just nods, there's nothing else to say after all. Then, just as a sign of how much they know each other, of how much they think alike, they both sit on the same side of the bed in one big frustrated sigh. There's silence for a moment and Gerard feels it's now or never. He has to drop the bombshell.

"Frank ... I'm marrying Lindsey."

Frank just laughs at this until he turns to face Gerard and realises he's serious. Immediately he's on his feet again, pacing a hole in the floor once more.

"You're what? YOU'RE WHAT? Fuck Gerard! Didn't you learn anything the first time round! You two don't work! You like me Gerard! You fucking broke up with her, even though you two had a kid together, you still did it and it was to be with me! It's no different this time round! It's the same fucking thing!"

At that moment Jack peeks his head around the doorway and both men fall into silence. It's clear he's been listening in the whole time.

"Daddy?" he asks, a little confused. Gerard is unsure whether the boy is upset with him or Frank or perhaps both of them. He'd already been through so much, Gerard had promised to try and put a stop to these little squabbles that his son was witnessing far too much to be healthy.

"Fuck ... Gee, sorry man," Frank appologises, finally sitting back down on the bed again.

Gerard just nods, knowing that it wasn't Franks fault. Jack is just too curious for his own good.

"Alright, come on Jack, it's time to go," Gerard announces, standing up. He turns back to Frank, words unspoken on the tip of his tongue.

"Don't do it Gee," Frank says sadly, shaking his head.

Gerard just sighs. Frank clearly doesn't understand that he's changed. He can't wait around forever.

"See you later Frank. Don't be a stranger okay."

With that, Gerard grabs Jacks hand and leads his son to their car downstairs. Immediately he feels bad for leaving Frank, he always does. He simply puts it down to the problem he has with empathy and moves on.

"Daddy, Frankie’s so sad. Why can't he live with us too?" Jack finally asks, breaking the silence.

Gerard runs a hand through Jacks messy black hair. Surprisingly it's a habit he picked up from Frank, he always used to run his fingers through the boys hair, apparently it caught on.

"Frank lives a very busy life Jack, he can't live with us. One day you'll understand a little better, for now, you'll just have to accept that Frank is Frank and this is what he's like."

Jack nods sadly as he climbs into the car and puts his seat belt on. Gerard just looks back sadly towards Frank's bedroom window, knowing that he's probably gone back to the fridge to crack open a few more beers. And yes, apart of him knows that it's all his fault.


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AN: Hey Hey, this is something completely new and have no idea how you all feel about it. So, please let me know, love to hear your opinions.