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Solving the Equation of Life

by xXKobraKidXx 0 reviews

So what, maybe he was gay. Why the hell was he so freaked out about it?

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Fantasy,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Warnings: [V] - Published: 2013-12-27 - 3189 words - Complete

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| BATTERY CITY (FORMERLY THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA)
| July 14, 2012

The pain in Mikey’s right hand had been dulled, thanks to an injection of some kind of medication. He wasn’t quite sure what it was he was injected with, but he did know that it made his senses fuzzy. He didn’t mind, though, because it really did feel better than the constant pain in his hand he had been suffering from for the past several days.

Mikey was thankful that Gerard chose to stick around. He really needed his big brother at his side right now, even though he’d never admit it.

“There is nerve damage,” the doctor explained, “but it’s not as serious as your friend thought it was. It is, however, permanent, but with medication, the pain and numbness should be kept to a minimum. Doing simple tasks such as writing may be more difficult than before, but it shouldn’t hold you back any more than, say, a sprained wrist.”

The doctor filled out a prescription and handed a copy to Gerard. “His medication should be ready in an hour. You can pick it up in the pharmacy downstairs.”

Gerard thanked the doctor as he and Mikey left the room. Mikey registered the hand on his shoulder and the comforting presence of his brother, but for some reason, everything felt… off.

“They’re helpful, yeah,” Mikey heard Frank say, “But they pretty much leave you a shell of your former self. This is why people tend to use medication rather than cutting out a piece of their brain. Plus, it’s a lot less messy.”

“While I do agree with you in that matter,” the woman replied, “The lobotomy is a permanent solution. This prevents any… complications in case the patient forgets their medication.”

“C’mon, Frank! We gotta go,” Gerard called. Mikey grew internally frustrated at the fact that it was harder to hear what anyone was saying. He assumed that it was the drug’s doing, though, so he didn’t complain about it.

“Aww, come on! I was on a roll here!” Frank whined.

“The debate was very interesting, Mister Iero,” the Asian woman said, “I do hope we can continue this discussion later.” With that, she turned to leave.

“Who was that, anyway?” Mikey asked.

“I dunno,” Frank said.





| BATTERY CITY

| October 13, 2012

Over the past three months, Mikey slowly started to lose control over himself. It just took time for him to see it.

First, it was Mikey’s interests that slowly left him. When Gerard told him about a new band, The Mad Gear and the Missile Kid, Mikey internally said that he’d love to go. But, for some strange reason, he physically showed no interest. No matter how many times Mikey said yes internally, the physical Mikey showed absolutely no interest. Gerard had also found Mikey’s favorite Anthrax CD, and when Mikey tried to reach for it, his body refused. It was like someone else had control over him.

Then, shortly after receiving Lasik, Mikey’s body was even less responsive to any and all internal commands. It was starting to scare him.

It got worse after his medication ran out. No matter how many times internal Mikey commanded his physical form to calm down, external Mikey never listened. It was nightmarish.

After receiving the refill, Mikey’s physical body went back to a more docile, but dull, state… and still, his body was unresponsive to his internal dialogue.

What was happening to him?





| BATTERY CITY

| December 25, 2012

Mikey’s physical body feigned Christmas joy, whilst Mikey’s mind panicked.

What’s happening to me? Why won’t my body respond?


If he could, he would cry… but he had no option to do so, with his unresponsive body currently wishing his brother a Merry Christmas.

Please help me…






| BATTERY CITY

| December 31, 2012

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Mikey’s physical body was thrashing, trying to get out of the straitjacket he had been put in while he slept. Internal Mikey, though, wasn’t sure whether he should be nervous or kiss Gerard for finally seeing what was up.

“This is for your own good, Mikey,” Gerard stated calmly. He had Mikey pinned to the ground, waiting for Frank to get a sedative.

“My own good?! MY OWN GOOD?! I’m o-fucking-kay, Gerard! I’m perfectly fine!”

“No, you’re not,” Gerard said, “You’re not my baby brother. Mikey, if you’re still in there, please fight it. You can do this, you can break free. I believe in you.”

Mikey could see the tears forming in his brother’s eyes, but his body didn’t care. He kept fighting, and there was nothing he could to about it.

The last thing Mikey saw before the sedative Frank injected him with made the world black was a tear sliding down Gerard’s face.





| BATTERY CITY

| January 11, 2013

Mikey was winning the fight. He knew it when the final involuntary scream erupted from his throat and wasn’t followed by another.

Gerard opened the door upon hearing the sudden silence. Cautiously, he approached his shaking, panting brother.

“Mikey?”

Mikey didn’t answer, waiting for another scream to escape him. It never came.

He was free.

“Mikey, are you okay?”

Mikey looked up at him. Fear filled the younger to the core as he looked at his older brother with broken eyes. “G-Gee…”

“Shhh…” Gerard soothed, “Calm down, baby brother. You’re okay. They’re all gone.”

Mikey felt the restraints being loosened and tugged off. Gerard pulled him close to his chest. Mikey buried his face into Gerard’s shoulder and just clung to his brother.

“Everything’s going to be okay… you just can’t take that stuff anymore,” Gerard murmured. Mikey felt Gerard’s lips against his forehead, soothing the intense fear that filled him.



| BATTERY CITY

| April 3, 2013

Mikey hadn’t left his room in a full twenty-four hours for anything other than basic human needs. He had been too busy putting the finishing touches on what he hoped would restore some mobility to his damaged hand.

After many prototypes, numerous instances involving trial and error, and dealing with dwindling patience, Mikey finally succeeded in creating a near perfect prototype. One question remained, though- did it work?

“I think I finally have it.” He slipped the glove over his right hand and switched it on. He didn’t feel any overwhelming sensations of pain and it hadn’t caught on fire- so far, so good.

“What exactly is it?” Gerard asked.

“Power glove,” Mikey explained, “Since my right arm is practically useless, and I can’t take the pills, I might as well have some way to relieve the pain.”

Mikey was thankful that Frank had been willing to help him improve his prototype. He had also done a bit of physical therapy with techniques that Frank perfected in order to help Mikey recover.

“Great,” Gerard said, “And knowing you, it’s going to work perfectly.”

Mikey hoped Gerard’s assumption was correct… if not, it was back to the drawing board.





| BATTERY CITY

| July 31, 2013

“We need to get out of Battery City.”

Mikey wondered why Gerard suddenly wanted out of Battery City. Sure, some serious shit had gone down, but really, there was nowhere else to go. Gerard sighed at the confusion evident on his friends’ faces and began to explain.

“You all remember how Mikey went all Jekyll and Hyde on us last year? That was because of his medication, which Better Living Industries produced. And the headphones you got a month ago, Mikey, they caused you to be… not you. I seriously think there’s something strange going on.”

“I agree with you, Gee,” Frank said, “I’ve seen firsthand what the medication did to Mikey… I wouldn’t put it past Better Living Industries to do the same thing to other products.”

“If this is true… well… we can’t just take it. This is a violation of our rights!” Ray said.

Mikey was a bit indecisive about this. What were they supposed to do? Were they to live in tyranny or die in the unforgiving desert? He turned to Pete. “Pete, what do you think?”

“I… I don’t even know what to believe in anymore, Mikey. Whatever the reality, we’re still fucked. There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Pete-”

“I’m sorry, Mikey, but this time, I can’t be there. I just can’t. But I promise, I’ll do what I can to help you from the inside.”

Disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. Pete had been there for him since they were kids. He had protected him, picked him up when he was down, and comforted him when he really needed him. What would he do without his best friend?

Pete pulled Mikey into a tight hug, a sigh escaping his lips. “Who knows… maybe one of these days I’ll have the balls to join you… but not anytime soon. Just know that I’ll always be willing to help you when it really gets tough… just like old times.”

“I’ll hold that against you, Wentz,” Mikey mumbled. He wanted to cry. He wanted nothing more than to beg for his friend to join him, but he just couldn’t do that.

“Believe me, Way, I know you will,” Pete said with a bitter smile. “Just try not to set anything on fire unless you have a good reason, okay? I’m not gonna be there to keep you from doing stupid shit.”

It took all of Mikey’s strength to not cry into his friend’s chest.





| BATTERY CITY

| August 5, 2013

“I’m fucking serious, Mikey,” Pete said, “Don’t get yourself killed out there.”

Pete was there to see his friends off, as well as two guys Mikey barely knew- Steve Montano and Jimmy Euringer.

“I can’t really promise that,” Mikey said, “BLI might exterminate us.”

“I know… just… be careful. You’re the closest thing to a brother I have, and it kills me that I’m not going… but you’ve gotta understand, I-”

“You don’t have to explain, Pete. I understand.”

Pete pulled Mikey into a tight embrace, letting out a shaky breath. “I promise, Mikey… I’ll join you one day. I’ll send you guys some supplies when I can, help you out a little. But until the day I get out there, promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t change,” Pete whispered, “You’re perfectly imperfect, Mikey. That’s what I like about you. Those bullies in high school were fucking idiots.”

“I won’t change… I promise,” Mikey murmured, voice cracking. He reluctantly pulled away, keeping his face stoic.

Once they were far away from Pete, Mikey let the tears fall.





| ZONE 3

| September 11, 2013

Mikey curled up beneath the worn blanket, his new leather jacket folded neatly on the nightstand beside him.

Lately, he had been thinking about Pete a lot more than he should have. He wasn’t necessarily in love with his best friend, but he had a feeling that it was getting there.

Mikey was never quite sure about his sexuality. Actually, even in high school, he considered himself mostly asexual, since he didn’t show much interest in men or women. He never gave much thought about Pete holding him in his arms as he cried, or his friend draping his oversized hoodie over his shoulders when it was cold and he stupidly forgot his own.

So what, maybe he was gay. Why the hell was he so freaked out about it?

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t know if Pete felt the same way.





| ZONE 2

| April 9, 2014

Mikey quickly discovered that his power glove did much more for him than simply providing him with mobility to his hand. The glove maximized the power of his punches many times over. He was able to use the right hook that took out Johnny Christ his freshmen year, and it was even more powerful than it had been then.

Gerard and Mikey were hiding behind an ancient wall with Steve and another woman. Mikey wasn’t quite sure how this wall survived the Pig Bomb, but he was sure glad it did.

“So… um… happy birthday, Gee,” Mikey said. He was using an old rusty revolver to shoot and incapacitate the soldiers they were fighting against. It was a pain, though, as he had to stop and reload after every few shots.

“Well, it’s not ideal,” Gerard sighed, “But thanks anyway. Damn it, we really need to get our hands on some of those ray guns.”

Mikey decided now would be a better time than never. He stopped firing and slid his dingy bag off his back and pulled out a yellow and pink blaster.

“I was going to give it to you later,” Mikey said, “But I think we need it now.”

“How did you fucking get this?!”

“Pete smuggled it out of Battery City,” Mikey said, “I just personalized it.”

“What does this even say?”

“/Give me money/,” Mikey said, “It’s actually fitting, considering we don’t have more than twenty dollars among the six of us.”

Gerard laughed. Then, to Mikey’s surprise, he jumped out from behind the wall and charged, somehow dodging lasers. Fear gripped Mikey as he watched his older brother gleefully shoot at the vampire-like soldiers. Mikey was about to go after him when he felt a hand pull him back.

“Steve! Let me go! I have to help him!” Mikey growled.

“No can do, kid,” Steve said, “We can’t risk any casualties. Your brother’s on his own.”

“Steve, please… he’s the only one I have left. I can’t lose him, I-”

“Look,” the woman said, “They’re retreating!”

As the troops fell back, Mikey, Steve, and the woman reemerged from behind the wall. Mikey was running towards his brother. Gerard smiled and waved, completely unaware of how furious the younger was. Mikey punched his brother in the stomach as hard as he could with the hand that wasn’t wearing the power glove.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Mikey screamed, “You could’ve got yourself killed, you bastard!”

“Christ, Mikey!” Gerard hissed, “I’m okay, aren’t I?”

“But what if you weren’t? What if you were shot down, huh?”

“Mikey, I can take care of myself. I-” Gerard paused, seeing that, in spite of his anger, Mikey was nearly on the verge of tears. Guilt flooded his features as he pulled Mikey into a hug. “Shit, Mikey… I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Mikey whispered, “I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Gee.”

Gerard sighed. “The feeling’s mutual, baby brother.”





| ZONE 3

| October 6, 2014

Today had been a terrible day for the group of misfits. They now had to take care of the woman’s now orphaned daughter, who was currently crying in Gerard’s arms.

Mikey wasn’t sure what to do. He was never that good with children, so he was at a loss. Anyway, the events of today had left him physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. The loss of their comrade made him realize just how dangerous the game they were playing was.

Long story short, it scared the hell out of him.

From the other room, he heard Gerard trying to calm the crying child. He seemed to be having trouble with calming her, but, as Mikey soon discovered, he found the solution.

“‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail, ‘There's a porpoise close behind us, And he's treading on my tail.’”


Mikey recognized the old song. It was a Franz Ferdinand song, one from just before the Pig Bomb. The girl had stopped crying and, from what he could guess, fallen asleep.

A smile found a way to his face as he imagined the little bundle in Gerard’s arms in a safer place. He knew that little girl would grow on them…

They now had something to fight for.





| ZONE 3

| December 8, 2015

“Are you from hell? ‘Cuz, damn, you’re hot.”

Mikey’s face went red at the pickup line. The man standing in front of him, Gabe Saporta, front man of The Mad Gear and the Missile Kid, had quickly taken a liking to Mikey, opting to hit on him.

Gabe was cute, Mikey would admit that. But, for some reason, Mikey found it hard to get too attracted to him. He felt something a little more than like for Gabe, but it sure wasn’t love.

Gabe had come by to help Steve and a new kid by the name of Ricky set up a radio station in their hideout. They had successfully completed their job, which left Gabe to flirt with Mikey.

“Hey, you wanna go on a date sometime? Like, maybe Friday?”

Mikey had been too shy to actually give a verbal answer, so he just nodded. Gabe smiled and pressed a kiss onto Mikey’s forehead, making his face turn redder than his jacket.

“We’ll need to choose codenames,” Steve said, “It would be a very bad idea to have our real names broadcast all over the Zones.”

“Agreed,” Frank added, “Question is… where do we start?”

“I’ve already come up with a name for myself,” Steve said, “Deejay Doctor Death-Defying.”

“And I’m Cherri Cola. With an /i/, not a /y/,” Jimmy said.

“I wanted to go with Ricky Rebel,” Ricky sighed, “But Steve thought it was a bad idea.”

“And it is,” Steve said.

“So,” Ricky continued, ignoring Steve, “I’m going by Show Pony.”

Mikey felt Gabe’s arms snake around his waist and pull him to his chest. “You have one, kid? I’m still going by my stage name.”

“And what would that be?” Mikey asked.

“Mad Gear. Y’know, as in Mad Gear and the Missile Kid. Maybe you wanna be my Missile Kid?”

“Uh… that name isn’t really… me.”

“Then… how about Kobra Kid?” Gabe suggested, “Heard you got some kid’s jaw wired shut with more venom than an actual cobra.”

“Kobra Kid,” Mikey said. He decided that he liked it and added, “Yeah… it has a nice ring to it.”

“Thought so,” Gabe giggled, kissing Mikey’s neck. Mikey did admit, it felt nice, but because they weren’t official, he was a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“Fun Ghoul,” Frank said, “Totally call Fun Ghoul.”

Ray rolled his eyes. “Fine. But only if I’m Jet-Star.”

“You mean like the airline?” Ricky snorted.

“Well, yeah,” Ray said, “I interned there for a while.”

Mikey turned to Gerard. “So… what are you going to call yourself, Gee?”

Gerard stuck his tongue out in thought and played with his long and messy brown hair.

“Party Poison,” Gerard said, “Yeah… I’ll go with that.”

Mikey smiled, amused. “And together we are..?”

“The Fabulous Killjoys!” Frank shrieked in delight, “We’re the motherfucking Fabulous Killjoys!”
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