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OMFG! Literally got a good bit of this chapter typed, then I done something (I don't know what!) but firefox decided to go back a page and then when I got back onto the original page my story had gone. :( So this is me starting again. Ugh! Things I write never turn out the same way twice so this could end up completely different now. Lol. And what makes it even more annoying is that I was really happy with how the first version was turning out! cries Anyway, hopefully this will turn out well. Enjoi!

xoxo - BB


Gerard's P.O.V

I sighed to myself and rolled over. Sleep was apparently not on my to do list for tonight, no matter how unbelievably tired I felt. It had been a tumultuous week for us all. Urie was on the warpath after the masked ball. We were battling against warehouse raids, businesses being attacked, men and their families tortured and killed. Urie didn't care who it was: men, woman, children and even their god damn pets! If they were associated with the Way family in any form then they were on his hit list. Of course we weren't just sitting on our asses taking this shit from Urie! We were out there doing our own thing. Meeting with old friends and new, making alliances, raiding their businesses, taking people into hiding all over the city, collecting taxes, moving weapon stashes. You name it, we were fucking doing it. Things weren't going so fantastic in the house either. Pandora still wouldn't talk to Frank, although I believe she listened to him long enough to hear about what happened at the masked ball. I don't think she's entirely convinced but I can't blame her too much. Her life's been pretty shit for most of it and working for Urie for years who tells you how much of a piece of shit you are every day...that's gotta mess you up pretty bad. And hell I couldn't wait to mess him up. It wasn't going to be a merciful bullet to the head, oh no. His was gonna be slow and agony. I was gonna make him beg for death...

I sighed again before getting up out of bed. Scarlette tossed about and mumbled in her sleep something about a killer potato before settling back down and began breathing like a walrus again. I rolled my eyes and left silently, not wanting to disturb the rest of the house. Especially not Mikey who was finally home on bed rest, much to my relief. Pandora spent most of her time in Mikey's room with the door locked, what they two were doing in there was anybody's guess. But it had better damn well be bed rest! Frank had left earlier on in the day and had still not returned, I knew he had been out chasing down leads and speaking to known squealers. Making sure to gather every drop of information he could by any means necessary. It was dirty work but I knew if anyone could do it, then it was him. I'd beefed up the security around our house as well. I doubted Moretti-Urie would be stupid enough to try another direct attack on our house but you could never be sure with desperate men like him.

I made my way downstairs as softly as I could, I didn't bother putting on a shirt. It was 3:24am, pyjama pants will be just fine. I didn't expect anyone else to be up but then again I've been wrong before. The drawing room door was sitting slightly ajar. The only light in the room coming from the fireplace that someone had obviously kept burning. Usually there was nothing left of it but now except a few charred bits of broken log and lots of ashes. I opened the door slowly, I wasn't sure who was going to be on the other side and with the way things were just now with the Urie's, I couldn't be too careful. I slid the gun out of the waistband of my pyjama pants and looked around the door. I could vaguely make out Pandora's silhouette in my armchair. I could see the firelight reflecting off her purple hair, making it look more red than purple like Scarlette. I kept the gun in my hand but held it down by my waist. I walked over and flipped the small lamp on so I could properly see. It wasn't overly bright but gave the room a less sinister look than the dulling light from the fire. She looked up at me from under her lashes, looking slightly alarmed. Before uncurling herself and moving to sit on the couch instead. Her eyes were slightly red rimmed as though she'd been crying a little while earlier. I sat down almost gingerly next to her, wondering if I should say something. She wasn't the most chatty recently.
"Hey", I eventually said, feeling particularly rather lame. She sniffled a little before replying with her own timid 'hey'.
"What you doing up so late? Shouldn't you be in bed?", it came off a little stern sounding. I'm not really a comforting guy, I just don't get it.
"I could ask you the say thing Gerard", she said. Normally from Pandora you'd expect maybe a smile or a giggle but nope, this was just plain flat.
"I know you're upset, so I'll let it slide just this once". She smiled a little but said nothing else. I sighed, what the hell was I supposed to say to this broad!
"I've never had a boyfriend before...Never been on a date, never kissed...nothing." Pandora eventually said, sounding thoughtful as though she was talking to herself more than me. I had to keep my face calm instead of gawking at her opened mouthed which was my instinct.
"Well...I, uh...I'm sure you just haven't met the right guy?" Oh jesus, where was Scarlette when you needed her?! I am not equipped for this kind talk! She smiled a little and shook her head.
"Yeah well, maybe I thought I had...I guess it doesn't matter now"
"Frank ever tell you how he came to join us?" Pandora looked momentarily confused but just shook her head.
"Uum...no, he's never said"
"Don't worry, this is actually going somewhere...Frank's family weren't up to much when he was a kid. Father skipped town after he got into shit tonne of debt, his mom might have killed herself or maybe got killed by a gang. Nobody fucking knows. He got passed about as a kid from pillar to post, nobody wanted him and he didn't want nobody. Eventually he ran away at 16, lived on the streets. Ever noticed his knuckles are covered in tiny scars? That's from his time on the streets, he won't tell nobody how he got 'em but it wasn't from us...Few years later, I'm not long the Don of this family, right? Mikey and I got ambushed by these Moretti-Urie idiots. They were still recovering from loosing their Don too...bloodiest gang battle this city has seen in centuries. I ain't never gonna forget that day in a hurry. Anyway, we got ambushed and this scrawny little street kid comes flying up the alley and throws himself on to the back of one of the guys. And the guy starts spinning about and freaking out. Meanwhile Mikey and I handle the other guy. Frank gets knocked off the big Moretti-Urie dude, gets thrown up the alley a good few feet, knocked out cold...not before he broke the guys nose he was clinging on to and gave him a black eye for good measure. The guys eventually run off and Mikey and I look at each other like 'where the fuck did this kid come from?!' So we took him home with us, cleaned him up and waiting for him to recover. fed him up a bit too. The rest they say is history." I don't know when but at some point Pandora had put her head on my shoulder and had wrapped her arm around mine, I didn't mind too much. Just so long as Scarlette doesn't come down and get ridiculous ideas.
"What does that have to do with me?" Pandora asked after a little while of silence. I had been staring into the dying light of the fire, lost in the memories of years gone by.
"I'm getting there, patience little Panda". I heard her give a tiny laugh before trying not to yawn again.
"What I'm saying Panda, is that Frankie ain't ever had anything steady in his life. Me and my boys are the only real family he's ever known. And I see the way he looks at you Pandora...I know he thinks very highly of you. Frankie however ain't no angel. He's hurt many people in the past, especially women. You however, cheesy and as god damn cliché as it sounds well, there's something just different about you Panda. He sees something in you that's making him change his ways...about fucking time really"
"I'm not special Gerard, plan old P...", that was as far as she got before I heard the gentle snores coming from my shoulder. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and wonder if I should wake her up or try to manoeuvre her out the way and let her sleep on the couch.
"Having fun talking about me there, boss?" I turned my head to see Frank leaning against the door frame with a slightly amused look on his face.
"Just tryna help you out here Frankie". He sighed.
He looked down at the still fast asleep Pandora. "I know..." He reached down and shook her shoulder a little. She mumbled something that sounded a lot like 'fuck off Scarlette' and gripped my arm tighter. I growled a little under my breath flicking her on the nose to wake her up, like I used to do to Mikey when we were kids. She jumped, startled probably a little bit harshly out of her sleep.
"Hey Frankie" she said, once more with a yawn. He held out her hand to her.
"Come on baby, we gotta get you to bed". She let go of my arm sheepishly before gently kissing my cheek in a way of a thank you. I watched as Frank lead her away out the drawing room and up the stairs, I'm surprised he didn't have to carry her she was pretty much dead on her feet. I stood up and stretched, starting to almost feel a little bit sleepy myself. I rubbed my cheek where Pandora had kissed it. I couldn't help but smirk thinking about what Scarlette's reaction would have been if she'd seen it. It would seem things were slowly looking up, in my house at least. There was still a damn war going on after all.