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You guys are just awesome. Your rates and reviews always motivate me to get the next chapter. This is my attempt of giving poor Frank a break, cause the general consensus seems to be that he needs one, and I agree. I hope you like this. Please R&R. I really do listen to your opinions, they help me decide where to take the story Thanks for reading.


Gerard woke up to the early morning sun beaming through the cheap motel curtains, a happy contrast to the pitiful whimpers coming from the broken boy beside him. Gerard rolled over and looked at Frank, that same unfamiliar and unsettling feeling stirring again, this time only stronger. Twisting in his stomach and prickling at his heart. It wasn't right what he had done to the kid, and Gerard knew that.

His hazel eyes narrowed in scrutiny, taking in even the most insignificant of details. He noticed how the blood had dried on the pale torso and the wound looked pretty disgusting; if it wasn't cleaned it would surely get infected. He saw how unnaturally pale he was and how his eyes were dull and lifeless. His eyes lingered on the bruise that shaded nearly the entire right side of his angelic face. What really got to him though, was the purplish discoloration on the pale throat, the pattern matching that of his long slender fingers perfectly. I done this to him. The realization was bitter and stung like a thousand tiny paper cuts.

Gerard didn't know why he felt so bad for what he did to him, didn't know why he felt the strong need to fix it. But he did, so that's what was going to try and do. Fix the un-fixable. Repair the permanently broken. After what Gerard done to him, that's all Frank was; broken and bleeding and truly defeated in every sense of the word. The knowledge that it was all because of him left the raven feeling physically ill.

Gerard moved out of the bed, walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Not wanting to waste any time, he hurriedly scrubbed at his skin, using the cheap, scentless soap the motel provided. He quickly washed his hair before stepping out of the shower and quickly drying off and throwing his clothes on before walking back into the room with Frank. As he neared the bed, the pale boy done his best to cower away, but he couldn't really go anywhere. "I'll be back. Don't move. Don't make any noise, and if anybody comes to the door, you better not let them know you're in here." He spoke cold and deliberately, trying to get his point across.
Frank got it. At this point, he was so afraid of the raven, he wouldn't dare do anything that could possibly upset him. Frank nodded, unable to find his voice before Gerard set out the door.

Gerard had his mind made up. He was going to fix this. Un-break the poor angel he had so badly broken. Or at least try. As he walked down the busy and crowded streets, people scurried to move out of his way, not wanting to get in is path- probably in fear of being trampled my the man in black barreling down the streets. He had one destination in mind: his apartment. He figured he would get his car then drive to his next destination as it would be quicker and he wasn’t about to haul bags all over the city and back to the motel.

Gerard’s car was actually a black SUV that had windows tinted illegally dark and an over-the-top sound system. Cause what the point of listening to music if you can’t blow out innocent motorist’s windows in the process. He managed to get through the bumper to bumper traffic of the city and onto the less busy roads of the grungier side of town in a decent amount of time. He pulled into the parking lot of a rather small super market, and walked through the doors to see a fairly attractive lady at the counter who clearly thought he was much more that ‘fairly attractive’.

“Hello sir. Can I help you with anything?” She asked in an unpleasantly high pitched voice that killed anything he felt towards her then and there. He could tolerate a lot from a girl if she was good looking enough, but not that voice that made him wanna blow his brains against the ceiling. However, that didn’t mean she wasn’t of use to him. “Yeah uh...where do ya keep the first-aid stuff. Like bandages and shit like that?” He asked shortly, staring at a space above her head. She didn’t take too well to his obvious disinterest in her. “Isle two, I think.” She replied in a monotone before returning her attention to the fashion magazine. “Thanks.” He mumbled just to be semi-polite before heading off in that direction.

He found what he needed easy enough, bandages and antiseptic before heading to find something to serve as a meal. Which wasn’t an easy feat, considering there wasn’t exactly anything to cook with in the small motel room, so he settled on strawberry Pop-tarts and Lucky Charms cereal a carton of milk and orange juice. He got some Styrofoam bowls and cups along with plastic spoons, hoping Frankie would be okay with that. Briefly he wondered why he felt the urge to give him that nickname, but pushed the thought out of his mind. He shoved the cart to the check-out and hastily began tossing the items on the counter, impatiently tapping his foot while she slowly and lazily rung up the items. He grabbed the bags and threw a hundred dollar bill on the counter, not bothering to get his change before rushing out the door and throwing the bags into the backseat, and pulling out of the parking lot.

He didn’t know why he felt the need to get back so quickly. Maybe part of it was because he wanted to make sure Frankie was okay. Or because he just wanted to simply be with him, like a moth to a flame. Either way, he really wanted to get back to Frankie, and that really freaked him out.

Frank didn’t know how much time had passed, but it felt like forever when Gerard finally walked through the door, hands full of bags. The boy watched him curiously, carefully eying his every movement. He watched Gerard get out the cereal and pour it into two Styrofoam bowls then fill them with milk before getting out some Pop-tarts and pouring Frank some orange juice and getting his cup of Starbucks coffee. Despite the self imposed rush he was in, he made time to stop and get coffee, because after all, coffee was the most amazing thing in the world. And if it were up to him the genius who invented it would be granted saint hood. And he wasn’t being over dramatic at all. Nope. Not even a little bit.

He moved to un-tie Frank’s hands and Gerard swore he nearly felt his heart break when the kid flinched. But that couldn’t be true. There was no way Gerard Way could have any non-hate related feelings to anyone. Especially this scrawny kid. Which is something else that bothered Gerard, he was so thin. It couldn’t be healthy. Does he not eat? Wait. Gerard stopped himself/ Why do I fucking care?] That question had been nagging at him all day. Why does he feel so empathetic to this kid? Empathy was an emotion Gerard didn’t think he could feel.
But back to the current situation...

Gerard offered the kid a small smile that was supposed to be assuring, but then again Frank was far beyond being assured. The raven untied his hands before (as gently as he could) pulling him into a sitting position. Frank was bewildered. Why was he suddenly being nice to him. Why was he caring? Maybe Frank was wrong and Gerard wasn’t the spawn of Satan. “Here you go.” Gerard’s quite voice interrupted Frank’s thoughts, a pale hand offering Pop-tarts and cereal. Frank took them with shaky hands as Gerard went to get the juice he had poured for Frank along with his food and coffee. Gerard sat crossed-legged beside him on the bed, trying not to frighten him any further.

“I didn’t know what you liked, but I figured everybody likes Pop-tarts and cereal, right?” He offered in a small voice like he was afraid anything above a whisper would cause Frank to have some sort of episode. In his fragile mental state, it wasn’t impossible.
“Th-thanks.” He mumbled quietly, looking down at his food, afraid to meet Gerard’s intense eyes. They sat in an almost peaceful silence a few minutes before Frank worked up the courage to ask something. "Why- why are you being s-so nice t-to me now?" In the back of his mind, the fragile boy was afraid of saying anything to set Gerard off.

Gerard had no clue as how to answer this question. "I-I don't know. I done something horrible and I have to fix it." He knew nothing he done could make up for what he put Frank through, but he was stubborn, and nothing would stop him from trying. Frank accepted the answer, against his better judgment believing his abuser was sorry, even if he didn't come out and say it. They sat in silence a while longer until Gerard noticed Frank eying his coffee. Normally, Gerard would cut off the hand of anyone who dare try to take his coffee, but for some reason, he found himself offering it to Frank.

“You want some?” For the shortest of seconds Frank wondered if it had been poisoned, but decided it was safe since Gerard was drinking it too. Frank took it in his hands, peering at Gerard over the cup as he took a sip, reveling in the way the warmth radiated through his body. “Thank you.” He whispered and Gerard got up to find another cup and poured half of in it for Frank. “There you go.” The raven smiled as Frank took it, the ghost of a smile on his pale lips.

A question was nagging at Gerard’s mind.

“Can I ask you something, Frank?” The short nodded while sipping the mocha-caramel-whipped cream concoction. “Why...why do you do what you do? I’m not trying to be an asshole or anything, but why do you let yourself go through this? Being treated so badly by people like [/me.” He spat the last word like it was a curse, showing the disgust he felt towards himself for what he had done to Frank.
Despite the fact Gerard was trying to be kind to Frank, he was still about the last person on earth he wanted to tell his life story to, but at the same time, he wasn’t about to refuse him anything, “Because it’s not my choice.” Gerard sat silently, letting that little bit of information sink in. He had an inkling of what that meant, but he refused to believe it was true; that somebody could do that to such an innocent looking little thing.

Gerard suddenly walked out of the room, only to return a moment later with a damp washcloth in hand. He kneeled beside him and set to work trying to clean up the mess he had made. It was almost as if his actions were driven by the guilt he felt. The sheer desire to make up for what he did to Frank. It was weighing on his heart like an anchor.

As carefully as he could, he dabbed at the wound and wiped away the dried blood on his stomach before heaving an exasperated sigh. That caught Frank’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He whispered, he hadn’t spoke at a normal volume all morning, terrified of upsetting the balance that seemed to keep his captor from hurting him any further.
“This isn’t working...stay.” He muttered, talking to himself more than Frank.

And with that, he was up and gone, rummaging through the bathroom, Frank straining to hear him on the other side of the wall. From the bedroom, the smaller one could hear his captor moving about in the bathroom; a cabinet door opened and closed, something was knocked over and picked back up. The faucet was turned on in the tub? Well, at least that’s what it sounded like. A few short minutes later Gerard returned, something like a triumphant smile playing on his lips. Holy God. He is gonna drown me! Was Frank’s immediate thought, but in reality the raven had something much less homicidal in mind.

Frank watched him with weary eyes as the fighter took him into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom. “What-” Frank didn’t get to finish his question though, for he was interrupted. “I’ve gotta get’cha cleaned up.” The thought of a bath put Frank in a considerably better mood. “I get a bath?” You would think it was a little kid receiving the news it was getting a puppy for it’s birthday. Gerard found it odd that this excited it so much. He gently placed him in the tub. “What’s so great about a bath?” Gerard watched the kid relax, leaning back and closing his eyes. The water was just hot enough to ease his aching muscles without burning him.

“They never let me have one.” This puzzled the fighter even more. He kept referring to ’they’ and Gerard had no idea who that was. And also, he didn’t smell, so he had to have some way of getting clean. Gerard’s tone was actually caring as he asked his next question, dunking a washcloth under the soapy water and gently washing the injured skin. “Frankie? Who are ‘they’? Catch me up here.” Frank opened his eyes to see Gerard staring at him intently.

So Frank told him. He shamefully told the criminal his story of him running away because his father disowned him. He told him of all the awful things he had been forced to do and why he had been trying to steal Gerard’s money. For some reason, the thought of anybody doing that to poor Frankie brought out the worst in him, and he would rather cut off his own arm than admit it, but he felt tears prickle at his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, meaning every word of it. “I believe it. I don’t know why, but I believe you.” Gerard didn’t know why it meant so much to him that Frank knew he was telling the truth. But he came to the realization that when it cam to his emotions about Frank, he knew absolutely nothing.

"Frankie.." His brain was all but turned off, just simply saying what he felt as he uttered his next words. "I really am sorry for what I did to you. It wasn't right. It was sick and disgusting and..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

“Gerard,” his voice was weak and hoarse. “What you done to me was horrible, it really was. But the fact that you feel sorry enough to try and make it better actually does make it a little bit better.” The taller couldn’t believe what this kid was saying, Frank forgiving him that easily only made him feel worse. “I didn’t want you to forgive me. I just wanted you to know I was sorry.” Frank got an idea. He wasn't trying to use Gerard, or take the fact he was genuinely sorry and play it against him, he just thought that maybe since the raven did actually have human emotions, he would let him go.

"Do you wanna make it up to me?" Came Frank's hopeful reply. Gerard was already somewhat leery of Frank's comment. Sure, he did. But what exactly was the tattooed boy going to ask?

"How?" Gerard narrowed his eyes, awaiting an answer.

This was Frank's chance. His moment to get out. Be free, that is if Gerard would let him.

"Let me go. Don't make me go back there. Please?"

He didn't get the response he wanted from Gerard, though.

"Is that what you wanted from me? Why you acted so fucking sad and scared? Just to play me against them? To use me?" Gerard grew angrier by the second.

"No. No, I-I just thought maybe you w-would be n-nice and let-t me g-go." Gerard was past listening though.

He roughly grabbed Frank by the arm, taking care to restrain himself and not really hurt him, and pulled him out of the tub and threw his clothes at him.

"Get dressed." The taller all but yelled and strode out of the room.

Gerard didn’t want to hurt him, he didn’t want for him to suffer, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Frank just saw him as a way to get out when he had cared for him. He even shared his coffee!

A minute later Frank appeared, trembling with the fear of an angry Gerard and having to go back. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Or make you think I’m just using you. I just wanna g-go h-huh-home.” He stuttered and then he was crying. Which made Gerard feel kind of awful. He crossed the room and took him in his arms, and for some reason un-known to Frank, he was immediately soothed.

“Shh, baby. I meant it when I said I was sorry. I’m not gonna hurt you.” The criminal didn’t know why he was comforting Frank, it just felt right.

“Puh-please d-don’t make me go b-back. It’s so horrible. They’re so mean to me. I hate it.” And in that moment, Frank was just a scared little boy wanting help. And Gerard was the only one who could help him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” He whispered.

“Why not?!” Frank all but wailed. Feeling his chance at freedom slip away.

“I just can’t. Now come on.” Gerard walked them to his car, making sure Frank’s seatbelt was buckled before getting in his side of the car, not daring to look at the boy whose pretty little cheeked were stained with tears.

They drove in silence, Gerard speeding through the nearly empty roads of the grungy and all around un-safe town they were in until they reached their destination. When they got out of the SUV, the man and a few others were waiting on them, looking very unhappy to say the least. Frank clung to Gerard’s side, half expecting to be flung off, but it never happened.

“You’re late.” The man from the previous night growled.
People just didn’t talk to Gerard that way. It simply wasn’t.

“Naw. I just think you’re early.” He said in a tone only an idiot would ignore.

“Right...sorry.” The fighter snickered at that.

“Well here’s your boy back. And you’re right, he really is a good fuck.” The raven pried the trembling boy from his side and regretfully pushed him toward the bald and tattooed man. “Roughed him up pretty good, didn’t’cha.” Gerard smirked. “What can I say? I like it rough.” The other men exchanged glanced before saying their goodbyes and heading off in the opposite direction with Frank. Gerard watched them round the corner and turned to round the corner when something stopped him dead in his tracks.

A high pitched and admittedly slightly feminine scream came from the direction he watched Frank disappear to. That scream was also very familiar. Somewhat cautiously he rounded that same corner instantly enraged by what he saw.

Poor Frank, who had been put through enough by Gerard himself laid on the ground, clutching his stomach that was bleeding from the reopened wound Gerard had inflicted earlier. They were beating the shit- no, the life out of Frank, taking turns delivering blows and kicks with steal-toed boots to his stomach and back, his side and head. Gerard was ready to kill them all. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

He strode over to where the angelic thing laid on the ground, grabbing what had to be the leader by the throat and slamming his head against the brick with every bit of force he had in him. Which was a lot. He turned to the others who were already backing away- a smart decision on their part. He delivered one particularly brutal blow to the man’s stomach, who was now laying on the ground before turning his attention to Frankie, who was staring up at Gerard with a mixture of confusion and adoration.

“Come here, sugar.” He cooed before picking the light boy up in his arms, smiling when he wrapped his frail arms around the fighters neck, and carried him to the SUV. He gently laid him down in the backseat and kissed his forehead, climbing into the drivers seat himself. After they had been on the road for a few minutes, the boy fell asleep to the sound of Iron Maiden playing softly from the speakers.

When Frank woke up, he found himself in a messy but very nicely decorated bedroom, an oddly familiar voice wafting through the cracked door singing a song he knew by heart.
“Point me to the sky above
I can’t get there on my own
Point me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones”

He couldn’t quite remember where he had heard that voice, then an angel gone wrong with hazel eyes and raven hair walked through the bedroom door.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”


Here it is. Just like I promised. I’m really excited about what’s gonna happen next. I’ll tell you this much: things do get somewhat better for Frank, but he and Gerard find themselves in a whole new kind of trouble.
I worked so hard on this, trying to get it up for you guys tonight. So please tell me what you think. The more you R&R, the more I’ll update. Works out for everyone. Thank you so much for reading. You guys are just awesome.