Carpe Diem - Three
Title: Carpe Diem
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Eventually Frank x Gerard; Mikey x Connor (OMC); Ray x Bob
Word Count:
Rating: G.
Summary: It’s been ten years since Gerard last saw Frank and he’s been trying to keep his slightly crumbling life together for his own sanity
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Authors Note: I own my own words.
The first part can be found here: The New Boy
One//Two
Authors note: I own my own words.
Three
That one single word sent the fear he should have felt at the mention of Tyler’s name coursing through his veins. Greystone - if it was the one he was thinking of - would send fear through any Jersey boy’s veins. Gerard felt sick and if he had the strength he would have stood and thrown up the very little that he had already eaten just for the sake of it. What could he say? He’s sadomasochistic on some levels. He had always believed that his sadomasochistic side had come about from being abandoned as a child, raped as an adolescent and fucked over as a young man; he believes that all those things had happened for good reasons - so he could grow up in a place that wanted him, become emotionless and continue to grow up and be able to help people - but what was the good reason behind Frank in Greystone? Did God just want to ruin both of their lives purely for kicks? Gerard thought so.
“How long has he been there?” Gerard isn’t entirely sure that he actually wants to know but deep down inside his chest, his heart wants to know even if it’ll cause him pain to know.
“A few years that we can gather.”
“Okay.” Gerard nodded and stood up, walking to the Missing Persons board and buried himself in his work, he blocked out the world. He could hear the cars going past outside, could hear the uniforms struggling to control an out of control prisoner, could hear everything only he never took any of it in; he was more focused on the fact that Frank was at Greystone. Frank was at Greystone. Gerard shook his head and went to the bathroom inside Gerard began to panic. His chest tightened, his heartbeat increased erratically, his hands began to sweat as he leaned against the cold porcelain of the sink. It was finally beginning to sink in - he realized - that even if he saw Frank, there could not and would not be a “Frankie and Gee”, there would not be a “we” or an “us”. There would be a “Detective Gerard Way” and a “Patient Iero” or a “Patient 143” if he went by X-Men standards only substituting “Mutant” for “Patient” or whatever.
Yes. Gerard Way, 28 years old, still liked The X-Men.
Somehow he found himself kneeling on the cold tile floor, his head in the toilet bowl and his fingers mottled white from his intense grip on the porcelain, uncaring as to what he is kneeling in or allowing his fingers to touch. He emptied his stomach contents, breathing thorough his nose as he sat back against the cubicle wall, his head in his hands. This didn’t make sense, he had been completely emotionless for eight and a half years even with each passing day that didn’t lead to him finding Frank and then all of a sudden he’s told this news and he should be over the moon. Instead he wants to turn back the clock and never be told.
Giving up, he stands shakily and rinses his mouth out ignoring his appearance in the reflective surface of the mirror, he left after getting himself together, and entering the sun lit precinct he squinted his eyes and made his way to the Captain’s office rapping on the wood before entering. Their captain is a large balding man with a brush for a moustache. When Gerard had first seen him he’d wanted to laugh hysterically at him; now Gerard had the utmost respect for their balding captain.
“Way.”
“Captain. I’d like to request some time off to catch up on the sleep I missed from doing the serial rapist case. Get some art done, get myself under control again.” As he speaks bile rises up his throat and the captain doesn’t even get a word out before he is over the trashcan hurling out what is left in his stomach with a retching sound and a muffled apology.
“Way go home. You’re not fit to work take the week; I’ll assign Toro a temp while you’re away and goddamn. For Christ’s sake do not take a case home with you whatever you do.” Their captain’s voice is stern yet surprisingly caring as he bosses Gerard about, watching with sympathetic dark eyes as Gerard left clutching his stomach, he waved absently at Ray as he passed by heading to his car. He seemed fine as he left the station, his stomach settled and his breathing evened out, again it didn’t make sense. Perhaps it was the work that was making him ill, perhaps he needed the only time off he has had in six years. God, he hoped it wasn’t. Driving home was the fastest he had ever driven home; there was no traffic for him to contend with, which meant no headache for him to deal with. His apartment was a much-needed breath of fresh air and as soon as he entered his mind was made up.
He was going back to Jersey with the excuse that he could see his brother and brother in law and of course he could visit to Frank to make sure he was okay. Being in Greystone without reason could mess a person up, not more than he was after everything that he had been through; that could mess a person up physically, mentally and emotionally. He packed his suitcase and put some food and drinks into a cooler and put them both in the back of his car, locked his apartment door, got in his car and took the first road that would take him to Jersey. He ignored the scenery that he hasn’t seen in ten years, his mind set on getting to Greystone before visiting hours were over; he read through the instructions he had printed off the internet and realised he had to drive 2,496 miles which was a total of 1 day and 13 hours. Luckily he had a good paycheck that would pay for the gas.
The time passed quickly and before he knew it e was turning left as Stiles Avenue and driving 341 feet and arriving at 1 Central Ave, Greystone Park, NJ. The large yellow brick building leered at him, the ivy covered walls seemed constricting like they didn’t belong on walls that are supposed to help you to feel safe. At this moment, Gerard didn’t feel safe at al, in fact he wanted to turn around and drive the 2,496 miles back home. He’d had two or three rest stops on the way there and add his previous lack of sleep to now he was really fucking tired.
Still he got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the door, breathing heavily through his nose he pushed through the door and approached the front desk, the whiteness of the hospital made Gerard shiver. The nurse was a sweet looking brunette with big green eyes and freckles, if Gerard liked girls he would date her, she was very attractive. He stood nervously at the front desk shifting from one foot to the other, his fingers tapping nervously.
“Hi. How can I help you?” The nurse’s voice is soft and gentle whereas Gerard would expect it to be rough and low.
“I’m here to visit Frank Iero.” His voice is rough and low, rough from the cigarettes, from the drink, from the pot, from the screaming at the top of his lungs just so it would stop. Please stop.
“Please sign your name and follow me.” Gerard did as the pretty nurse asked and followed her down a few white corridors until they open up into another white room, a large room with tables. The nurse pointed to a far corner and Gerard’s heart stopped as he walked over there, his heart restarted the second Frank looked at him.
“Frankie?”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated. Special deds to comeththegirl for being my wife. silencing_sam for being there and for the kid we’re gonna have to please our parents.
Author: ira_luxuria
Pairing: Eventually Frank x Gerard; Mikey x Connor (OMC); Ray x Bob
Word Count:
Rating: G.
Summary: It’s been ten years since Gerard last saw Frank and he’s been trying to keep his slightly crumbling life together for his own sanity
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, though based on stage personas/media personalities, are entirely fictional. Any offence caused by their use or portrayal is wholly unintentional. Banner credit: iwantbeapirate and x_sunset_x.
Dedications: The girl faithfulriver26. The guy silencing_sam. The wife comeththegirl. Cheers loves.
Authors Note: I own my own words.
The first part can be found here: The New Boy
One//Two
Authors note: I own my own words.
Three
That one single word sent the fear he should have felt at the mention of Tyler’s name coursing through his veins. Greystone - if it was the one he was thinking of - would send fear through any Jersey boy’s veins. Gerard felt sick and if he had the strength he would have stood and thrown up the very little that he had already eaten just for the sake of it. What could he say? He’s sadomasochistic on some levels. He had always believed that his sadomasochistic side had come about from being abandoned as a child, raped as an adolescent and fucked over as a young man; he believes that all those things had happened for good reasons - so he could grow up in a place that wanted him, become emotionless and continue to grow up and be able to help people - but what was the good reason behind Frank in Greystone? Did God just want to ruin both of their lives purely for kicks? Gerard thought so.
“How long has he been there?” Gerard isn’t entirely sure that he actually wants to know but deep down inside his chest, his heart wants to know even if it’ll cause him pain to know.
“A few years that we can gather.”
“Okay.” Gerard nodded and stood up, walking to the Missing Persons board and buried himself in his work, he blocked out the world. He could hear the cars going past outside, could hear the uniforms struggling to control an out of control prisoner, could hear everything only he never took any of it in; he was more focused on the fact that Frank was at Greystone. Frank was at Greystone. Gerard shook his head and went to the bathroom inside Gerard began to panic. His chest tightened, his heartbeat increased erratically, his hands began to sweat as he leaned against the cold porcelain of the sink. It was finally beginning to sink in - he realized - that even if he saw Frank, there could not and would not be a “Frankie and Gee”, there would not be a “we” or an “us”. There would be a “Detective Gerard Way” and a “Patient Iero” or a “Patient 143” if he went by X-Men standards only substituting “Mutant” for “Patient” or whatever.
Yes. Gerard Way, 28 years old, still liked The X-Men.
Somehow he found himself kneeling on the cold tile floor, his head in the toilet bowl and his fingers mottled white from his intense grip on the porcelain, uncaring as to what he is kneeling in or allowing his fingers to touch. He emptied his stomach contents, breathing thorough his nose as he sat back against the cubicle wall, his head in his hands. This didn’t make sense, he had been completely emotionless for eight and a half years even with each passing day that didn’t lead to him finding Frank and then all of a sudden he’s told this news and he should be over the moon. Instead he wants to turn back the clock and never be told.
Giving up, he stands shakily and rinses his mouth out ignoring his appearance in the reflective surface of the mirror, he left after getting himself together, and entering the sun lit precinct he squinted his eyes and made his way to the Captain’s office rapping on the wood before entering. Their captain is a large balding man with a brush for a moustache. When Gerard had first seen him he’d wanted to laugh hysterically at him; now Gerard had the utmost respect for their balding captain.
“Way.”
“Captain. I’d like to request some time off to catch up on the sleep I missed from doing the serial rapist case. Get some art done, get myself under control again.” As he speaks bile rises up his throat and the captain doesn’t even get a word out before he is over the trashcan hurling out what is left in his stomach with a retching sound and a muffled apology.
“Way go home. You’re not fit to work take the week; I’ll assign Toro a temp while you’re away and goddamn. For Christ’s sake do not take a case home with you whatever you do.” Their captain’s voice is stern yet surprisingly caring as he bosses Gerard about, watching with sympathetic dark eyes as Gerard left clutching his stomach, he waved absently at Ray as he passed by heading to his car. He seemed fine as he left the station, his stomach settled and his breathing evened out, again it didn’t make sense. Perhaps it was the work that was making him ill, perhaps he needed the only time off he has had in six years. God, he hoped it wasn’t. Driving home was the fastest he had ever driven home; there was no traffic for him to contend with, which meant no headache for him to deal with. His apartment was a much-needed breath of fresh air and as soon as he entered his mind was made up.
He was going back to Jersey with the excuse that he could see his brother and brother in law and of course he could visit to Frank to make sure he was okay. Being in Greystone without reason could mess a person up, not more than he was after everything that he had been through; that could mess a person up physically, mentally and emotionally. He packed his suitcase and put some food and drinks into a cooler and put them both in the back of his car, locked his apartment door, got in his car and took the first road that would take him to Jersey. He ignored the scenery that he hasn’t seen in ten years, his mind set on getting to Greystone before visiting hours were over; he read through the instructions he had printed off the internet and realised he had to drive 2,496 miles which was a total of 1 day and 13 hours. Luckily he had a good paycheck that would pay for the gas.
The time passed quickly and before he knew it e was turning left as Stiles Avenue and driving 341 feet and arriving at 1 Central Ave, Greystone Park, NJ. The large yellow brick building leered at him, the ivy covered walls seemed constricting like they didn’t belong on walls that are supposed to help you to feel safe. At this moment, Gerard didn’t feel safe at al, in fact he wanted to turn around and drive the 2,496 miles back home. He’d had two or three rest stops on the way there and add his previous lack of sleep to now he was really fucking tired.
Still he got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the door, breathing heavily through his nose he pushed through the door and approached the front desk, the whiteness of the hospital made Gerard shiver. The nurse was a sweet looking brunette with big green eyes and freckles, if Gerard liked girls he would date her, she was very attractive. He stood nervously at the front desk shifting from one foot to the other, his fingers tapping nervously.
“Hi. How can I help you?” The nurse’s voice is soft and gentle whereas Gerard would expect it to be rough and low.
“I’m here to visit Frank Iero.” His voice is rough and low, rough from the cigarettes, from the drink, from the pot, from the screaming at the top of his lungs just so it would stop. Please stop.
“Please sign your name and follow me.” Gerard did as the pretty nurse asked and followed her down a few white corridors until they open up into another white room, a large room with tables. The nurse pointed to a far corner and Gerard’s heart stopped as he walked over there, his heart restarted the second Frank looked at him.
“Frankie?”
Thanks for reading. Comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated. Special deds to comeththegirl for being my wife. silencing_sam for being there and for the kid we’re gonna have to please our parents.