Fic
Title: Pretty Woman has a lot to answer for.
CHAPTER: four
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard.
RATING: PG-13... some swearing... mention of drugs. Nothing too heavy.
SUMMARY: Gerard's out of his element and needs some help. He finds Frank by chance and hopes he's the right guy for the job. Maybe there is such a thing as fate, afteral?
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
A/N: Last chapter.
part one
part two
part three
Gerard heads off back in the direction of the hotel, and gets no more than a few feet before someone tugs hard at his jacket. "Tell me you didn't just buy shit off that guy!" It's Frank. He looks... hot. It's the first thought Gerard has and he realizes Frank is obviously out working. And he's had a haircut. It was mostly long before, now it's shorter at the sides and back but still long at the front, swept to one side. Suits him well. Frank grabs Gerard by his shoulders and shakes him, "Tell me you didn't buy from him!"
"I didn't buy from him, ok, mom?" It's not necessary and Gerard regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but he didn't come out for a lecture."I just need to forget why I'm here. Just for tonight."
"Give me the bag." Frank puts his hand out expectantly and Gerard half laughs. "I'm serious. It's not gonna help and God only knows what's actually in it anyway. Three people O.D'd on his stuff in the past month..."
Then Gerard does the most childish thing he can. He runs. He takes off running down the street like his ass is on fire, with Frank chasing him and calling his name. He doesn't stop until he's lost sight of Frank. He has no idea where he is but there's a bar nearby so he asks the first person he sees for directions back to the hotel.
He doesn't stay long, just enough time to grab his car keys. Frank knows where he's staying and if he really wanted to he could come find him. He doesn't need the hassle. He just wants to be alone. Heading out of the hotel, Gerard gets a few odd stares and he realizes he must look like shit. He's been running and sweating like crazy, and he's more than a little anxious about anyone finding out what he has in his pocket. So he goes quickly to his car, and drives down a few streets to a restaurant that looks long since closed, parking up in the empty lot and taking a few seconds to just breathe and steady himself.
From underneath the seat comes a large hardbacked notebook. Nice flat surface. Then his wallet. Credit card. Then the baggie.
Gerard takes a deep breath and... his cell starts vibrating in his pocket. He doesn't know the number and is absolutely not answering it. Instead he rolls down the window and throws it angrily out.
"Ouch! Jesus, what the fuck?!"
For a second Gerard can't look. Logic says he hit someone with his cell-chucking, but he thought he was alone. Then there's a shadow over the car and Gerard looks out the window.
"If you're not interested you could'a just waited 'til I asked and then said no, assho-" The voice stops as the two make eye contact and Gerard's jaw drops. It takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing.
Mikey
Gerard starts trying to get his seatbelt off, cursing the fact he'd even bothered with it in the first place, "Holy shit! Mikey, get in the fucking car!" But Mikey doesn't. He takes his leather-clad ass and hightails it down the street before Gerard can get out. "Shit, what the fuck!" Gerard starts the car instead, knocking his drugs all over the floor along with the notebook, which wedges itself between his feet. That's tossed out of the window too before he's able to actually get going, all of which has cost him precious seconds, and Mikey is nowhere to be seen.
"Motherfuckingcocksuckingshit!" Gerard shouts, slamming the car to a halt and banging his fists on the horn. He doesn't give a shit how late it is. "Mikey! Miiiiikeeeeey! Where are you?"
Gerard feels like giving up all over again. He found Mikey then lost him again, and the cocaine's scattered on the seat and the floor. He refuses to snort dirt in hopes of picking any up with it. He's not quite that desperate. Leaving the car exactly where it is, Gerard gets out and starts making his way to Frank's because he doesn't want to go back to the hotel alone, not now. He'd end up drinking the whole minibar and then ordering more.
It takes him a while but he finally finds it. The little alley and fire escape he'd climbed a few days ago. He hopes Frank isn't too mad, it wasn't personal, he has to know that.
Third floor, no plant pot outside. Gerard can't remember if that means someone's in or not, so he knocks on the window lightly. Frank opens it a few seconds later and without wasting a second, drags him into the dark room.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking lunatic?!"
"I don't know, I don't know, Frank. I'm sorry, I. Oh, God. I don't know what I'm doing." Gerard starts pacing around the room, hands in his hair. "I saw him. I saw Mikey and he saw me. He ran off, I couldn't catch him!"
"Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" Frank says flatly.
"I'm not kidding, Frank-"
"Neither am I, sit the fuck down you're makin' me dizzy going in circles." Gerard mumbles but sits on the mattress. Frank hands him a lit cigarette. "Just smoke and shut up for a second. Did you take that shit?" Gerard shakes his head. "Good. God, I don't even know why I give a damn."
"Your hair looks good."
"Thanks. Don't try and change the subject. You're an asshole."
Gerard nods, "I am."
"Right. Well, glad we cleared that up." Frank sits next to Gerard, arms folded tightly. Gerard offers him the rest of the cigarette. "I'm fine, I'm just worried about James. Haven't seen him since this morning and he should've been back by now." Gerard nods. He's not sure what you're is supposed to say in such a situation, and Frank keeps talking. "Been lookin' out for him for months, poor kid. Came out here to do something with his life and it didn't work out. Said he wanted to make it and then go show his family what he'd acheived all by himself." Frank gets up and takes a look out the window, scanning his watch every few seconds.
Gerard meets him back in the middle of the room. "How come you're back? When I saw you earlier... weren't you...?"
"Working?" Frank finishes for him. "Yeah, but I couldn't concentrate after you ran off. Plus, I was hoping you'd show up here so I figured I'd better be in."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"You seem like you need help." Frank is sincere, but Gerard can't stiffle a laugh. "Yeah, ironic, I get it. You're very welcome."
Frank starts to turn away, so Gerard puts his arms around his neck and pulls him back, whispers, "Thank you," into the crook of his neck. Shrugging, Frank hugs him back and for a second it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He takes the chance he'd missed when saying goodbye to Frank, and kisses him, hard. It feels good to have Frank's fingers press into his sides and to hear him hum a little into the kiss.
Then the window opens.
"Frank, Frank! Oh my God, I don't know what to do-"
"You ok?" Frank turns from Gerard, towards the window and his friend, "What happened? I was worried about you?"
"I'm fine, but I ran into-"
"Wait, lemme get the light on I, can't see if you're hurt."
"I'm not, I swear."
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It's an odd minute or so once the light flicks to life; Frank's frantically checking his friend for cuts and scrapes, and Gerard's just staring. Frozen.
Finally, Frank says,"Oh. Sorry. James, this is Gerard. Gerard, this is-"
"Mikey."
"What? No, James. My roommate? Kicked you the other day, remember?"
Gerard stands, slowly and carefully so as not to startle Mikey again. "Michael James Way," he whispers as he crosses the room, "my brother. Only, minus the glasses."
"I got contacts... day after I left."
"Woah, wait a minute," Frank says suddenly, "I'm confused." Gerard skips the final few steps and hugs Mikey tight. "You're the brother he's been looking for? You didn't even tell me your actual name?" Mikey hugs back, tears soaking into Gerard's jacket but he doesn't care. "Dude, if you'd just shown me a photo, this could've been over days ago."
"You came looking for me without a photo?!"
"What, I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to find you..."
"I'm gonna make us all some coffee," Frank says as he walks off to the kitchen. The brothers don't seem to notice, too busy hugging the life out of each other.
"Why did you run, Mikey? Why?"
"I don't know, I was shocked. Saw the car and was gonna... well, I guess you know now..." Mikey trails of sadly. "Then, it was you. I didn't know what to do."
Gerard gently takes hold of a fistful of Mikey's hair and pushes their heads together. "It's ok, I found you now. Everything's gonna be fine."
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After coffee and lots of cigarettes, a little catching up, promises of keeping certain secrets between themselves and a lot of explaining to Frank, Gerard says, "You are coming home, right, Mikey?"
"Yeah. I want to, I really want to." He looks at Frank, "You, too? I can't leave without you."
"No," Frank laughs nervously, "nah, I'm cool here, y'know? I'm fine, really."
"Are you kidding?" Gerard can't comprehend why Frank would possibly want to stay. And doesn't want to take no for an answer. "You looked after my baby brother, you tried to help me... You have to come with us." He takes Frank's hands in his own, giving his best puppy dog eyes.
Biting his bottom lip, Frank looks between the brothers. He can see the similarities now. It's obvious with them both in front of him. "Are you serious?"
Gerard grins, "It's your Pretty Woman ending."
"Shit, fuck yeah, I'm in!" He shares a hi-five with Gerard as Mikey shakes his head.
"I'm gonna get my stuff together. You're staying at a hotel or something, right, Gee?" Gerard nods and Mikey starts packing the few things he has amassed while there.
"Just one question, though," Frank says quietly to Gerard. "Do I get the guy?"
CHAPTER: four
PAIRING: Frank/Gerard.
RATING: PG-13... some swearing... mention of drugs. Nothing too heavy.
SUMMARY: Gerard's out of his element and needs some help. He finds Frank by chance and hopes he's the right guy for the job. Maybe there is such a thing as fate, afteral?
DISCLAIMER: Not real, never happened.
A/N: Last chapter.
part one
part two
part three
Gerard heads off back in the direction of the hotel, and gets no more than a few feet before someone tugs hard at his jacket. "Tell me you didn't just buy shit off that guy!" It's Frank. He looks... hot. It's the first thought Gerard has and he realizes Frank is obviously out working. And he's had a haircut. It was mostly long before, now it's shorter at the sides and back but still long at the front, swept to one side. Suits him well. Frank grabs Gerard by his shoulders and shakes him, "Tell me you didn't buy from him!"
"I didn't buy from him, ok, mom?" It's not necessary and Gerard regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but he didn't come out for a lecture."I just need to forget why I'm here. Just for tonight."
"Give me the bag." Frank puts his hand out expectantly and Gerard half laughs. "I'm serious. It's not gonna help and God only knows what's actually in it anyway. Three people O.D'd on his stuff in the past month..."
Then Gerard does the most childish thing he can. He runs. He takes off running down the street like his ass is on fire, with Frank chasing him and calling his name. He doesn't stop until he's lost sight of Frank. He has no idea where he is but there's a bar nearby so he asks the first person he sees for directions back to the hotel.
He doesn't stay long, just enough time to grab his car keys. Frank knows where he's staying and if he really wanted to he could come find him. He doesn't need the hassle. He just wants to be alone. Heading out of the hotel, Gerard gets a few odd stares and he realizes he must look like shit. He's been running and sweating like crazy, and he's more than a little anxious about anyone finding out what he has in his pocket. So he goes quickly to his car, and drives down a few streets to a restaurant that looks long since closed, parking up in the empty lot and taking a few seconds to just breathe and steady himself.
From underneath the seat comes a large hardbacked notebook. Nice flat surface. Then his wallet. Credit card. Then the baggie.
Gerard takes a deep breath and... his cell starts vibrating in his pocket. He doesn't know the number and is absolutely not answering it. Instead he rolls down the window and throws it angrily out.
"Ouch! Jesus, what the fuck?!"
For a second Gerard can't look. Logic says he hit someone with his cell-chucking, but he thought he was alone. Then there's a shadow over the car and Gerard looks out the window.
"If you're not interested you could'a just waited 'til I asked and then said no, assho-" The voice stops as the two make eye contact and Gerard's jaw drops. It takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing.
Mikey
Gerard starts trying to get his seatbelt off, cursing the fact he'd even bothered with it in the first place, "Holy shit! Mikey, get in the fucking car!" But Mikey doesn't. He takes his leather-clad ass and hightails it down the street before Gerard can get out. "Shit, what the fuck!" Gerard starts the car instead, knocking his drugs all over the floor along with the notebook, which wedges itself between his feet. That's tossed out of the window too before he's able to actually get going, all of which has cost him precious seconds, and Mikey is nowhere to be seen.
"Motherfuckingcocksuckingshit!" Gerard shouts, slamming the car to a halt and banging his fists on the horn. He doesn't give a shit how late it is. "Mikey! Miiiiikeeeeey! Where are you?"
Gerard feels like giving up all over again. He found Mikey then lost him again, and the cocaine's scattered on the seat and the floor. He refuses to snort dirt in hopes of picking any up with it. He's not quite that desperate. Leaving the car exactly where it is, Gerard gets out and starts making his way to Frank's because he doesn't want to go back to the hotel alone, not now. He'd end up drinking the whole minibar and then ordering more.
It takes him a while but he finally finds it. The little alley and fire escape he'd climbed a few days ago. He hopes Frank isn't too mad, it wasn't personal, he has to know that.
Third floor, no plant pot outside. Gerard can't remember if that means someone's in or not, so he knocks on the window lightly. Frank opens it a few seconds later and without wasting a second, drags him into the dark room.
"What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking lunatic?!"
"I don't know, I don't know, Frank. I'm sorry, I. Oh, God. I don't know what I'm doing." Gerard starts pacing around the room, hands in his hair. "I saw him. I saw Mikey and he saw me. He ran off, I couldn't catch him!"
"Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" Frank says flatly.
"I'm not kidding, Frank-"
"Neither am I, sit the fuck down you're makin' me dizzy going in circles." Gerard mumbles but sits on the mattress. Frank hands him a lit cigarette. "Just smoke and shut up for a second. Did you take that shit?" Gerard shakes his head. "Good. God, I don't even know why I give a damn."
"Your hair looks good."
"Thanks. Don't try and change the subject. You're an asshole."
Gerard nods, "I am."
"Right. Well, glad we cleared that up." Frank sits next to Gerard, arms folded tightly. Gerard offers him the rest of the cigarette. "I'm fine, I'm just worried about James. Haven't seen him since this morning and he should've been back by now." Gerard nods. He's not sure what you're is supposed to say in such a situation, and Frank keeps talking. "Been lookin' out for him for months, poor kid. Came out here to do something with his life and it didn't work out. Said he wanted to make it and then go show his family what he'd acheived all by himself." Frank gets up and takes a look out the window, scanning his watch every few seconds.
Gerard meets him back in the middle of the room. "How come you're back? When I saw you earlier... weren't you...?"
"Working?" Frank finishes for him. "Yeah, but I couldn't concentrate after you ran off. Plus, I was hoping you'd show up here so I figured I'd better be in."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"You seem like you need help." Frank is sincere, but Gerard can't stiffle a laugh. "Yeah, ironic, I get it. You're very welcome."
Frank starts to turn away, so Gerard puts his arms around his neck and pulls him back, whispers, "Thank you," into the crook of his neck. Shrugging, Frank hugs him back and for a second it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He takes the chance he'd missed when saying goodbye to Frank, and kisses him, hard. It feels good to have Frank's fingers press into his sides and to hear him hum a little into the kiss.
Then the window opens.
"Frank, Frank! Oh my God, I don't know what to do-"
"You ok?" Frank turns from Gerard, towards the window and his friend, "What happened? I was worried about you?"
"I'm fine, but I ran into-"
"Wait, lemme get the light on I, can't see if you're hurt."
"I'm not, I swear."
.........................................
It's an odd minute or so once the light flicks to life; Frank's frantically checking his friend for cuts and scrapes, and Gerard's just staring. Frozen.
Finally, Frank says,"Oh. Sorry. James, this is Gerard. Gerard, this is-"
"Mikey."
"What? No, James. My roommate? Kicked you the other day, remember?"
Gerard stands, slowly and carefully so as not to startle Mikey again. "Michael James Way," he whispers as he crosses the room, "my brother. Only, minus the glasses."
"I got contacts... day after I left."
"Woah, wait a minute," Frank says suddenly, "I'm confused." Gerard skips the final few steps and hugs Mikey tight. "You're the brother he's been looking for? You didn't even tell me your actual name?" Mikey hugs back, tears soaking into Gerard's jacket but he doesn't care. "Dude, if you'd just shown me a photo, this could've been over days ago."
"You came looking for me without a photo?!"
"What, I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to find you..."
"I'm gonna make us all some coffee," Frank says as he walks off to the kitchen. The brothers don't seem to notice, too busy hugging the life out of each other.
"Why did you run, Mikey? Why?"
"I don't know, I was shocked. Saw the car and was gonna... well, I guess you know now..." Mikey trails of sadly. "Then, it was you. I didn't know what to do."
Gerard gently takes hold of a fistful of Mikey's hair and pushes their heads together. "It's ok, I found you now. Everything's gonna be fine."
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After coffee and lots of cigarettes, a little catching up, promises of keeping certain secrets between themselves and a lot of explaining to Frank, Gerard says, "You are coming home, right, Mikey?"
"Yeah. I want to, I really want to." He looks at Frank, "You, too? I can't leave without you."
"No," Frank laughs nervously, "nah, I'm cool here, y'know? I'm fine, really."
"Are you kidding?" Gerard can't comprehend why Frank would possibly want to stay. And doesn't want to take no for an answer. "You looked after my baby brother, you tried to help me... You have to come with us." He takes Frank's hands in his own, giving his best puppy dog eyes.
Biting his bottom lip, Frank looks between the brothers. He can see the similarities now. It's obvious with them both in front of him. "Are you serious?"
Gerard grins, "It's your Pretty Woman ending."
"Shit, fuck yeah, I'm in!" He shares a hi-five with Gerard as Mikey shakes his head.
"I'm gonna get my stuff together. You're staying at a hotel or something, right, Gee?" Gerard nods and Mikey starts packing the few things he has amassed while there.
"Just one question, though," Frank says quietly to Gerard. "Do I get the guy?"