I'm No Angel and You're Certainly No Exception 7/7
Title: I'm No Angel and You're Certainly No Exception 7/?
Author: storm_silver
Rating: PG-13 just cause they curse like sailors...
Warnings: Cursing
Disclaimer: I don't own! If I did why would I be sitting here writing lies?!
Summary: Shrugging, Mikey pushed open the door anyway and got a beer before sitting down. The band was still playing, and Mikey recognized one of the faces up on the stage.
One week later, Ryan Ross has figured out that the strange guy with the dark hair and pointed nose from the bar had something to do with whatever Brendon had been caught up in; something to do with the fact that Brendon's grieving over Mikey and Gerard Way's death like never before, and even Frank Iero's death, which happened almost two years ago. Ryan hardly ever remembers Frank, and knows damn well that Brendon never knew him; Brendon had moved to New York for college right after Frank had died. Brendon spends most days just sitting in their apartment, staring blankly at a wall and giving Ryan these eyes every time he hums or even looks at musical anything, be it a guitar or a drama on TV with too much fucking suspenseful music. On the off chance that Brendon does leave, it's to some secret location and every time he comes back he looks a little sad and is silent when it comes to details.
It pisses Ryan off.
So, in his anger, Ryan swears on his life that the next time he sees Strange Guy, he's going to murder him for breaking Brendon or whatever the fuck he did to him.
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"He grows suspicious."
"Yes, I see, but both shall forget and forgive; it is their nature."
"I am not so sure, my Lord."
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"Gerard, get your lazy ass out of bed!" Mikey crowed. A thump and giggle followed, and Mikey groaned. "No time for a quickie, motherfucker. Get dressed and out here, now." Beside him, Brendon did his best to suppress a giggle. Gerard did indeed come out of the bedroom, his hair mussed and a equally messed up Frank following close behind. Gerard noticed Brendon and his eyes widened at Mikey.
"Uh, Mikey..." Gerard said, scratching his head. Before Mikey can defend himself Brendon pipes up:
"Ryan followed me here." Brendon blurted with conviction. As if on cue, a hand raps at the door impatiently.
"Brendon, I know you're in there." A voice called through the door, followed by more knocking.
"That would be Ryan." Brendon muttered unhappily. "I'm sorry, but if he sees you, he'll weasel it out of either me or you. Most likely me."
"We can't let that happen. Quick, Mikey, take Brendon into the bedroom and stay there with him." Gerard said quickly.
"Frank open the door and keep him away." Mikey nodded and pulled Brendon into the bedroom while Frank went to the door.
"Hello?" Gerard heard Frank ask, "Who are you?"
"F-frank?! Frank Iero?!" Ryan's voice asked, and Gerard cursed lowly. Fuck his fucking life.
"No, you must be mistaken. My name's Anthony, I live here." Frank replied, sounding genuinely confused. Please, God, let Frank be a good actor.
"Bullshit. Frank's middle name is Anthony. What's your last name? Pricolo?" Ryan laughed bitterly. "What the fuck man? I was at your motherfucking funeral. You're dead."
"Dude, you're really freaking me out. My name. Is. Anthony. My last name is Smith. I don't know you- ah! Let me go!" Frank exclaimed suddenly, and Gerard bolted forward to his side where Ryan had a hold of his arm and was examining the sleeve tattoo.
"Same fucking tats." Ryan hissed, noticing Gerard for the first time. "Gerard? What the motherfuck? That's it. I'm calling the fucking cops. You two are absolutely crazy." Ryan stated, pulling out his phone and dodging Frank's attempts to take it away.
"No! Please! We can explain!" Gerard begged, diving for Ryan's phone.
"911, what's your emergency?" The phone said, and Ryan smirked vindictively.
"Yeah. My name is Ryan Ross. I just found Frank Iero and Gerard Way hiding out in the apartment building by the Howe's music store and Clark's comics."
"Sir, if the records on my computer are correct, the two men you just named are dead." The operator replied cautiously.
"Oh, they aren't. They're standing here in front of me. They admitted to faking their deaths." Ryan reasoned, anger tightening his voice.
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"Sir! Ryan Ross has called the human authorities! What action needs to be taken?"
"Bring them forth. It is time, I'm afraid." God answered, before adding, "And keep Ryan Ross sane. He has many talents, such a good life planned ahead for him."
"Yes, Sir."
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So many bright lights, but no shadows. Gerard remembered grabbing for Frank's hand desperately, feeling like a cord around his stomach was pulling him up. They kissed quickly before their hands were ripped apart.
"Gee!" Frank screamed, sounding terrified.
And it was silent.
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"Gerard." Mikey tried, desperately. "Gee. Gee. Wake up, Gee."
"Nnrgh." Gerard groaned, opening his eyes and seeing so much white. No. "Frank?" Gerard asked hopefully. Silence.
"No. No. No, No, No, No!" Gerard cried, tears filling his eyes. He pounded the white ground, bawling his eyes out until Mikey wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him close, keeping him from hurting himself or anyone else.
"Shh. Gee. Shh." Mikey soothed.
"F-Frank," Gerard sniffled, "Mikey. Frank's gone. He went- went to-" Gerard let out a low sob, wanting desperately to wake up from this nightmare. "He doesn't deserve it!" Gerard sobbed.
"Ahem. Gentlemen. Follow me if you please." A voice said, causing both Way brothers to look up. An angel stood over them with a stony look on his face. Mikey got up suddenly and growled out:
"Jerome."
"Ah, Michael Way, I knew we'd be meeting again." Jerome said slyly.
"You bastard! You knew this would happen, you made it happen!" Gerard cried, but made no move to attack the angel.
"Oh, hello Gerard. How's your Frank?" Jerome said innocently. Gerard flushed with anger. "That's what I thought. Now move along, God would like to see you personally."
"Us?" Mikey squeaked. Jerome laughed, mocking him, before turning and leading the way. Gerard shuffled along with Mikey in tow, stray tears tracking down his face. Frank. Frank was in hell. When they stopped in front of a golden throne, Gerard didn't look up.
"I'd like to thank you boys." God began, and Jerome gave a tiny noise of surprise. Gerard looked up to find Jerome being apprehended by two other angels. "For justifying my fears that my highest angel was a betrayer. Demon." He spat, before continuing. "In return, I shall grant you both one true wish, one thing you want more than anything else, as thanks."
"Frank." Gerard blurted immediately, and God chuckled.
"Eager are we? I must admit though, I cannot bring Frank back from Hell. He is Satan's soul to keep now. What I can do, is alter memories so that it might alter your past in order to stop your separation."
"Please, Lord. Anything. I'll do anything." Gerard begged.
"Very well, you shall have your wish. But first, Michael? Does your wish differ from that of Gerard's? To prevent this from happening?"
"No." Mikey said, and Gerard gasped, he was sure Mikey would ask to be with Pete. "No, I want the exact same. To see my brother happy. Though, if you could multitask and help end world hunger, that'd be great too."
"I'll see what I can do." He replied, and snapped his fingers. "There. Brendon Urie now has no memory of meeting you and thus Ryan Ross was never got suspicious."
"And Frank?" Gerard asked, hopeful. Gerard never got his answer because God snapped again and blackness consumed him.
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"I'm going out!" He called, because really, Gerard getting his ass kicked by Frank was funny the first six times. Mikey pulled open the apartment door and met Ray on his way to the elevator. "Be warned: Gee just got his ass taken down... Again." Mikey said in passing. Ray nodded, his curly 'fro bouncing, before he set off in the direction of the apartment. Gerard getting beat also meant another thing: perpetual whining from Gerard until Frank made some sort of apology. Frank never apologizes. Mikey walked outside of the apartment and headed in the same direction he had the week before: The bar where Pete's band usually played. They were not, Mikey discovered, playing that night.
Well damn. Mikey thought as he pouted on the sidewalk outside. The band playing that night was some group called Panic! At the Disco. Shrugging, Mikey pushed open the door anyway and got a beer before sitting down. The band was still playing, and Mikey recognized the face up on the stage. Brendon Urie, that kid who had followed Pete around like a lost puppy. Brendon was actually pretty good, but Mikey wasn't there looking for Brendon, so he paid for his drink and left. On his way out, Mikey nearly ran into the very person he'd been looking for. Pete.
"Oh, sorry, man." Mikey apologized.
"'S'okay." Pete sniffled, hanging his head.
"Are you okay?" Mikey asked, knowing that the answer was /no, no I am not/.
"Yeah." Pete lied, sniffling again.
"Liar. Come on, we'll inhale coffee and you can tell me of your woes." Mikey replied, already grabbing Pete's wrist and pulling him to a coffeehouse. As they sipped on too-hot and too-expensive coffee, Pete spilled.
"My best friend just died. And we were always more than friends, you know? I never got to tell him that. He never knew." Pete confessed and Mikey nearly choked on his coffee. Sometimes he could swear that Pete was the blind one.
"You said you were always more than friends right? He had to have known." Mikey said, and Pete smiled up at him.
Things were certainly looking up.
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When Gerard woke up, he gasped out loud. He was on the couch, the news was on and the room was dark. Mikey was asleep at his feet and something heavy was on his chest. Gerard nearly cried in relief when he found Frank asleep there. Frank mumbled incoherently and his head lolled a little on Gerard's chest.
"Frankie." Gerard sighed happily, and when he looked up at the TV again, the banner displaying the latest news scrolled:
5 MILLION DOLLARS DONATED TO CHARITY FOR WORLD HUNGER BY AN ANONYMOUS DONOR.
Gerard smiled and fell asleep, his arms already finding their place around Frank.
I mean this, forever.
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