dɪsɪnˈtʃɑːntɪd Part II
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: Overall this will be NC-17, but the chapter is PG
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: MCR moves into the Paramour mansion. Mikey has some mixed feelings about the move but he tries to push them aside and attempts to adjust to his new environment. It doesn't take long before eerie and strange things start happening. The longer the band stays the worse things seem to get. Mikey starts losing sleep at night, hearing people in his room, starts seeing things. He caves one night and seeks comfort in his brother.
(Also thanks to katiexrawr for betaing~)
Previous chapter:
Prologue
Part I
Paramour fic in which the ways are psychic and don't know it (yet). Please leave me feedback!
II
Mikey’s lying on his back staring up at the off-white ceiling.
It’s early and he’s pretty sure he’s the only one awake. The mansion is silent and he doesn’t hear anything except the faint sounds from outside, the wind mainly, rattling the windows or making the place creak in hidden corners. Mikey doesn’t blink much, doesn’t roll over or really move at all.
He left his own bedroom quite some time ago, around the time the sun was starting to rise, and wandered out into the mansion. He’s explored a little bit, in the middle of the day when the place seems most alive and as least spooky as possible. Mikey still can’t shake the feeling of being watched, no matter what time it is.
He hasn’t had a chance to explain it to anyone, has only thought about it with stray thoughts that he thinks Gerard might have somehow overheard.
They’re just thoughts though, so he doesn’t know how his brother could have heard them. He thinks faintly that it might have something to do with how they communicate with out speaking.
Mikey reaches up and rubs at where his glasses are pressing against his face. He watches the sunlight dance across the ceiling, chasing some of the shadows back and forth. He’s in the living room, or at least the room that the band has decided to make the living room. It’s large and has pale yellow walls, hard wood flooring that’s covered with a rug made of golds and reds.
There’s a fire place to his right and to his left is the opening to the room. He closes his eyes and mentally maps out the house, thinks about getting up off the couch. He would turn and walk to his left, through another smaller room that has a table and some decorations, would exit that and find himself in the foyer.
His feet would meet tile there and he’d be looking at the front door, across from the stairs that leads up to the bedrooms.
Mikey pulls his eyes open and sits up. He looks around the room feeling like he isn’t alone again. It’s a sensation that makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. There’s a thud from his other side and he turns, stares at his phone that’s fallen to the floor. For a moment he doesn’t move, just stares at it.
“Ridiculous…” He thinks and leans down to pick it up.
Mikey freezes when he hears someone running through the house, the floor boards creaking under some unseen weight. He picks his phone up and stands, looks over at the entrance to the room.
‘Come here…’
A chill runs up his spine, the strange echoing inside his mind unfamiliar.
Mikey takes a few steps towards the other room and looks in. The sun is bright and shines in through the white curtains easily, casts a warm glow across the room. He feels cold when he moves in front of it, steps lightly on the wooden floor till he can see into the foyer easily.
Ray is walking down the stairs, expression groggy and hair frazzled even more from sleep. He yawns as he steps onto the tile and doesn’t seem to notice Mikey standing off to the side.
“…hey…”
The older man all but shrieks in response, jumping back a few steps. “Holy shit - dude you scared the crap out of me!”
“…sorry…” Mikey shrugs a little and looks off at the stairs.
“What are you even doing up this early? You were up later with Frank and Bob then I was.”
“Early?” Mikey turns and looks back at Ray.
“It’s like eight AM.” He watches him reach up and press his palms to his eyes. “I’m awake now.” He groans before turning to his right. “Come on, I’ll make breakfast.”
Mikey follows after him slowly, eyes drifting off in different directions, looking into the rooms they pass until they enter the kitchen. He sits down at on one of the chairs that centers the island in the middle of the room, tucks his hands into his pockets.
“So what are you doing up?”
“Brian said he’d come by at around ten with some stuff for us. Usual things like cleaners for the bathrooms, tooth paste and floss. Frank’s been bugging his ass to get some good vegetarian food too.”
Mikey gives a faint smile at this and leans against the counter. “So Brain goes grocery shopping for us?”
Ray laughs along with him, image of Brain with two full shopping carts at a Walmart coming to mind. He opens the fridge and stares in, eyes roaming over the eggs and milk, cheese and tortillas they have. He glances back at Mikey who’s staring off at the kitchen door like he’s expecting something to open it.
“Want any eggs?” Ray waits a moment before the younger man blinks and looks back at him.
“Sure, just - can you make enough for Gee too?”
“He’s not awake yet.”
“Yes he is.” Mikey stands and walks over to the kitchen door, pushes it open just in time to have Gerard pretty much walk into him.
“Oh my god…” Gerard’s voice is gargled as he rests his head on Mikey’s shoulder. “You weren’t in your room and I…” He trails off and just shakes his head.
Ray is staring at them, expression sitting somewhere between shock and amusement. “Morning Gerard.” He turns and pulls the eggs from the fridge, sets them on the counter.
“Are we eating eggs?”
Mikey does this kind of giggle in response, something Ray’s only ever heard him use around his brother.
“Yeah, I’ll make you some too…” Ray is pulling a pan out and setting it on the gas stove, starts looking for a spatula. Gerard has managed to sit himself at the island counter and is watching through sleep glazed eyes as Ray moves about. He contemplates telling him to head back to bed when he realizes Mikey has already started making coffee.
-
By the time Brian shows up Frank is running up and down the halls babbling about soy sausages and how good they taste. He’s carrying bags of groceries and house hold necessities in from the van that’s parked outside. Bob has yet to show up and the Ways are standing just outside the door smoking. Ray wants to laugh a little at how normal they seem standing next to the ivy covered wall all dark hair and pale skin.
When Brian shuts the door to the van he turns and looks at them.
“I’m only making cigarette runs twice a week - you better make them last.”
Gerard makes a groaning sound in response and Mikey just rolls his eyes. He doesn’t smoke as much as his brother, but he knows that sometimes he really needs them. Mikey contemplates hiding a pack in his room but thinks better on it. If Gerard were to run out he’d find them almost instantly.
“Right, I understand…” Gerard inhales a second before taking the cigarette from his mouth. “Did you bring me any colored pencils?”
“I got you crayons.”
Mikey snorts at this and Frank walks up with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Crayons?” Gerard grumbles and looks down at the gravel that makes up the drive way. “I asked for colored pencils…”
“Yeah, well after Frank’s bitch fit about his weird food I ran out of money.”
Gerard turns and glares at the shorter man who raises his hands defensively. “Hey, hey, hey, no glaring! I need to eat too!”
Mikey smirks a little around his own cigarette. He drops the filter on the ground and stubs it out with his foot. He turns and looks up at the mansion behind them, at the windows. Gerard elbows him in the side and shakes his head a little.
‘No one is watching…’
’…I know…’
“…practice when Bob finally wakes up.” The Way’s both turn and look at Brian, realize he’s been talking.
“I’m sorry, what?” Gerard drops his own cigarette onto the ground and they walk back inside the house, pulling the front door shut behind them.
“When Bob wakes up you guys should probably practice that one song you’ve been working on.”
“Oh, yeah I know that.” Gerard glances over at Mikey as he stares off down one of the halls.
“Ray’s in the studio already.” Frank adds in. “I’m going to go wake up Bob now too.” He turns and starts heading up the stairs.
“If he beats you I’m not saving your ass!” Brian shouts after him. The three of them watch Frank disappear down the hall, silently waiting for the shouting that’s going to happen at any moment.
“How have you two been?” Brian turns his attention to the Way’s. They both stare at him, looking mildly like they’ve been caught doing something wrong.
“…good…” Gerard says slowly after a moment, not quite sure how to take the question.
There’s a crash from upstairs, followed by a “Fuck you!” and “Motherfucker get out of my bed!” Brian reaches up and scratches at the back of his head.
“How about we go see Ray and show you what we have so far…” Gerard is sort of half smiling as he says this, awkwardly shifts his weight onto one foot. They listen to Bob shouting at Frank, voices muffled just enough to where they can’t make out what is being said.
“Sure…” Brian agrees as they hear another crash from upstairs. “Let’s move before Frank comes running for help.”
-
Mikey turns the water off and reaches out for a towel. He wraps it around his waist and pushes the shower curtain back. The air inside the small bathroom is humid yet he can feel where there’s a draft, can feel the crack just underneath each of the doors. He reaches for his clothes and starts to dress himself.
To his left he can hear light talking coming from Gerard’s room - low and hushed in tone.
Mikey buttons up his pants and pulls his shirt on over his head. He rubs the towel over his hair a few times before hanging it up. His phone is lying on the counter, the display flashing up at him saying he’s received a new text.
He opens it and see’s it’s from Alicia, asking how his day is.
Mikey types out a reply and hits send. He turns and is about to open the door to his own room when he hears a shrieking sound behind him.
“Gerard?” He calls pulling the door open.
He’s greeted with silence, the light in the room off.
Mikey stares at his silhouette illuminated by the bathroom light. His eyes skim over the darkness before he turns and starts to pull the door shut.
‘…hear us…’ The words are whispered out, raspy in tone.
Mikey feels cold suddenly, his exposed skin prickling at the sensation of an unseen breeze. He pulls the door shut and darts into his own room.
The blue light is on - it’s always on at night.
He dumps his laundry on the floor and flips the light on. A sudden hush falls over the room and he feels like he’s interrupted something. Mikey walks over to his bed and lies down, rubs his hands over his eyes under his glasses. His phone vibrates across the room, loud in the silence.
“Hey…”
He freezes then, body going tense.
Mikey presses his palms against his eyes, glasses being nudged up and into his hair. He pretends he hasn’t heard anything, hasn’t heard the soft female voice. There’s a light creaking across the room that forces him to sit up.
He watches the bathroom door sway open slowly, stares through the small room and on into his brothers, the adjacent door hanging open. Mikey reaches for his discarded glasses, feels for them on the bed. His fingers wrap around the warm frames when he feels it - the bed dipping.
He’s up before he even knows what he’s doing, tripping over his own feet and dropping to the floor - smacking his head on the edge of the bed frame.
‘Fuck, Gee -Gerard… I’m…’ Mikey’s head is spinning from hitting the solid wood, his vision is blurred and he’s staring up at the ceiling. There’s whispering around him again and he wants to get up and run away.
‘Mikey…?’
He blinks and tries to stop the spinning of the room when he sees it - her.
A girl, leaning over him.
The door to his room is opened suddenly and Gerard is moving, kneeling over him. “Mikey? You okay? What happened?” His eyes are wide and he looks scared, uneasy.
“I-I…” Mikey blinks and tries to roll to his side. He reaches up and rubs his hand over the back of his head, feels a soft spot there.
“Bob! Come here!” Gerard is shouting, head turned towards the door. He shifts and makes a move to stand when Mikey grabs at his shirt.
‘Don’t leave me alone in here…’
’What happened?’
Mikey makes a sound, the room swimming before his eyes again. Gerard starts to rub at his back, looks at the door frantically again. They can hear Bob in the hall, heavy footed as he stops by the door.
“Help me get him up.”
The blond man nods and doesn’t ask what happened. He walks into the room and takes a firm hold on Mikey’s upper arms, starts to drag him up. Gerard is wrapping an arm around his waist, eyes still wide and panicked looking when he feels Mikey start to shake.
“Wh-what happened? Mikes?”
Bob helps direct him down the hall, holds him up as they take the stairs. They turn and head towards the kitchen, setting the smaller male down at the island counter.
“Mikey what happened?” Gerard repeats himself, glancing over as Bob opens the freezer and pulls out a gel ice pack. He takes Mikey’s hand and places it on the back of his head, over the growing lump.
“I-I heard…”
Gerard sits down next to him, takes hold of his other hand, set’s his glasses down on the counter top.
“…whispering coming from your room and I looked in.”
Bob makes a little shivering movement from behind the younger Way, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of voices.
“I didn’t see you in there so I shut the door and went into my own room.” Mikey closes his eyes against the spinning kitchen, his brother’s face that keeps coming in and out of a fuzzy focus. “I sat down on the bed and then I heard a girl call out to me…’
Gerard bites his lip and squeezes Mikey’s hand.
“The bathroom door opened and I think someone came into my room, I felt the bed move.” Mikey starts to shiver again, leaning down and almost curling in towards Gerard. He pulls his eyes open and stares at their hands, the girls face appearing in his mind again.
‘…did you see her…?’
‘I’m scared Gee, I don’t want to go back in there tonight…
Bob makes a sound from beside the two and Gerard’s gaze flickers over to him.
“So uh - who’s up for having a video game marathon…? I’m not sleeping now.”
Gerard gives him a weak smile and nods. “How about you go get Frank and Ray, see if they want to join.”
“Yeah, because I totally want to walk around the haunted house by myself.” Bob rolls his eyes and heads for the kitchen door, pauses as he pushes it open. “You going to be okay to walk Mikeyway?”
“…Yeah…”
Gerard listens to the door as it swings shut, inches his stool a little closer to his brother. He reaches up and gently tugs the ice pack away from Mikey’s hand, rubs his fingers of the overheated lump.
’You going to be okay?’
‘…yeah…’
Gerard takes his brother’s glasses and unfolds them, pushes them up and set’s them on his nose. Mikey blinks a couple of times, vision coming into focus. He leans a little bit closer and presses their forehead’s together. Gerard makes a contented sound and places the ice bag back onto Mikey’s head.
‘We should play teams on Smash brothers tonight.’
‘Yeah…’
Mikey gives a small smile and lets his hand drop, rubs his cold fingers over the fabric of his pants. He’s cold, still shivering a little when Gerard tilts his head and presses a kiss to his temple. It’s comforting and makes him feel warm again, like the voices in his room sucked out all of his heat. He wants to curl up and wrap Gerard around him like a blanket, hide inside the comfort he feels right now.
Mikey knows better than to voice this, knows better to let his thoughts dwell on it too long.
Another kiss is pressed to his temple, lips lingering on his skin a little longer than before, almost like an apology for having not shown up sooner.
’Come on now, let’s go be creepy and win each round.’
Mikey smiles at this and gives a small nod of the head.
Rating: Overall this will be NC-17, but the chapter is PG
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: MCR moves into the Paramour mansion. Mikey has some mixed feelings about the move but he tries to push them aside and attempts to adjust to his new environment. It doesn't take long before eerie and strange things start happening. The longer the band stays the worse things seem to get. Mikey starts losing sleep at night, hearing people in his room, starts seeing things. He caves one night and seeks comfort in his brother.
(Also thanks to katiexrawr for betaing~)
Previous chapter:
Prologue
Part I
Paramour fic in which the ways are psychic and don't know it (yet). Please leave me feedback!
II
Mikey’s lying on his back staring up at the off-white ceiling.
It’s early and he’s pretty sure he’s the only one awake. The mansion is silent and he doesn’t hear anything except the faint sounds from outside, the wind mainly, rattling the windows or making the place creak in hidden corners. Mikey doesn’t blink much, doesn’t roll over or really move at all.
He left his own bedroom quite some time ago, around the time the sun was starting to rise, and wandered out into the mansion. He’s explored a little bit, in the middle of the day when the place seems most alive and as least spooky as possible. Mikey still can’t shake the feeling of being watched, no matter what time it is.
He hasn’t had a chance to explain it to anyone, has only thought about it with stray thoughts that he thinks Gerard might have somehow overheard.
They’re just thoughts though, so he doesn’t know how his brother could have heard them. He thinks faintly that it might have something to do with how they communicate with out speaking.
Mikey reaches up and rubs at where his glasses are pressing against his face. He watches the sunlight dance across the ceiling, chasing some of the shadows back and forth. He’s in the living room, or at least the room that the band has decided to make the living room. It’s large and has pale yellow walls, hard wood flooring that’s covered with a rug made of golds and reds.
There’s a fire place to his right and to his left is the opening to the room. He closes his eyes and mentally maps out the house, thinks about getting up off the couch. He would turn and walk to his left, through another smaller room that has a table and some decorations, would exit that and find himself in the foyer.
His feet would meet tile there and he’d be looking at the front door, across from the stairs that leads up to the bedrooms.
Mikey pulls his eyes open and sits up. He looks around the room feeling like he isn’t alone again. It’s a sensation that makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. There’s a thud from his other side and he turns, stares at his phone that’s fallen to the floor. For a moment he doesn’t move, just stares at it.
“Ridiculous…” He thinks and leans down to pick it up.
Mikey freezes when he hears someone running through the house, the floor boards creaking under some unseen weight. He picks his phone up and stands, looks over at the entrance to the room.
‘Come here…’
A chill runs up his spine, the strange echoing inside his mind unfamiliar.
Mikey takes a few steps towards the other room and looks in. The sun is bright and shines in through the white curtains easily, casts a warm glow across the room. He feels cold when he moves in front of it, steps lightly on the wooden floor till he can see into the foyer easily.
Ray is walking down the stairs, expression groggy and hair frazzled even more from sleep. He yawns as he steps onto the tile and doesn’t seem to notice Mikey standing off to the side.
“…hey…”
The older man all but shrieks in response, jumping back a few steps. “Holy shit - dude you scared the crap out of me!”
“…sorry…” Mikey shrugs a little and looks off at the stairs.
“What are you even doing up this early? You were up later with Frank and Bob then I was.”
“Early?” Mikey turns and looks back at Ray.
“It’s like eight AM.” He watches him reach up and press his palms to his eyes. “I’m awake now.” He groans before turning to his right. “Come on, I’ll make breakfast.”
Mikey follows after him slowly, eyes drifting off in different directions, looking into the rooms they pass until they enter the kitchen. He sits down at on one of the chairs that centers the island in the middle of the room, tucks his hands into his pockets.
“So what are you doing up?”
“Brian said he’d come by at around ten with some stuff for us. Usual things like cleaners for the bathrooms, tooth paste and floss. Frank’s been bugging his ass to get some good vegetarian food too.”
Mikey gives a faint smile at this and leans against the counter. “So Brain goes grocery shopping for us?”
Ray laughs along with him, image of Brain with two full shopping carts at a Walmart coming to mind. He opens the fridge and stares in, eyes roaming over the eggs and milk, cheese and tortillas they have. He glances back at Mikey who’s staring off at the kitchen door like he’s expecting something to open it.
“Want any eggs?” Ray waits a moment before the younger man blinks and looks back at him.
“Sure, just - can you make enough for Gee too?”
“He’s not awake yet.”
“Yes he is.” Mikey stands and walks over to the kitchen door, pushes it open just in time to have Gerard pretty much walk into him.
“Oh my god…” Gerard’s voice is gargled as he rests his head on Mikey’s shoulder. “You weren’t in your room and I…” He trails off and just shakes his head.
Ray is staring at them, expression sitting somewhere between shock and amusement. “Morning Gerard.” He turns and pulls the eggs from the fridge, sets them on the counter.
“Are we eating eggs?”
Mikey does this kind of giggle in response, something Ray’s only ever heard him use around his brother.
“Yeah, I’ll make you some too…” Ray is pulling a pan out and setting it on the gas stove, starts looking for a spatula. Gerard has managed to sit himself at the island counter and is watching through sleep glazed eyes as Ray moves about. He contemplates telling him to head back to bed when he realizes Mikey has already started making coffee.
-
By the time Brian shows up Frank is running up and down the halls babbling about soy sausages and how good they taste. He’s carrying bags of groceries and house hold necessities in from the van that’s parked outside. Bob has yet to show up and the Ways are standing just outside the door smoking. Ray wants to laugh a little at how normal they seem standing next to the ivy covered wall all dark hair and pale skin.
When Brian shuts the door to the van he turns and looks at them.
“I’m only making cigarette runs twice a week - you better make them last.”
Gerard makes a groaning sound in response and Mikey just rolls his eyes. He doesn’t smoke as much as his brother, but he knows that sometimes he really needs them. Mikey contemplates hiding a pack in his room but thinks better on it. If Gerard were to run out he’d find them almost instantly.
“Right, I understand…” Gerard inhales a second before taking the cigarette from his mouth. “Did you bring me any colored pencils?”
“I got you crayons.”
Mikey snorts at this and Frank walks up with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Crayons?” Gerard grumbles and looks down at the gravel that makes up the drive way. “I asked for colored pencils…”
“Yeah, well after Frank’s bitch fit about his weird food I ran out of money.”
Gerard turns and glares at the shorter man who raises his hands defensively. “Hey, hey, hey, no glaring! I need to eat too!”
Mikey smirks a little around his own cigarette. He drops the filter on the ground and stubs it out with his foot. He turns and looks up at the mansion behind them, at the windows. Gerard elbows him in the side and shakes his head a little.
‘No one is watching…’
’…I know…’
“…practice when Bob finally wakes up.” The Way’s both turn and look at Brian, realize he’s been talking.
“I’m sorry, what?” Gerard drops his own cigarette onto the ground and they walk back inside the house, pulling the front door shut behind them.
“When Bob wakes up you guys should probably practice that one song you’ve been working on.”
“Oh, yeah I know that.” Gerard glances over at Mikey as he stares off down one of the halls.
“Ray’s in the studio already.” Frank adds in. “I’m going to go wake up Bob now too.” He turns and starts heading up the stairs.
“If he beats you I’m not saving your ass!” Brian shouts after him. The three of them watch Frank disappear down the hall, silently waiting for the shouting that’s going to happen at any moment.
“How have you two been?” Brian turns his attention to the Way’s. They both stare at him, looking mildly like they’ve been caught doing something wrong.
“…good…” Gerard says slowly after a moment, not quite sure how to take the question.
There’s a crash from upstairs, followed by a “Fuck you!” and “Motherfucker get out of my bed!” Brian reaches up and scratches at the back of his head.
“How about we go see Ray and show you what we have so far…” Gerard is sort of half smiling as he says this, awkwardly shifts his weight onto one foot. They listen to Bob shouting at Frank, voices muffled just enough to where they can’t make out what is being said.
“Sure…” Brian agrees as they hear another crash from upstairs. “Let’s move before Frank comes running for help.”
-
Mikey turns the water off and reaches out for a towel. He wraps it around his waist and pushes the shower curtain back. The air inside the small bathroom is humid yet he can feel where there’s a draft, can feel the crack just underneath each of the doors. He reaches for his clothes and starts to dress himself.
To his left he can hear light talking coming from Gerard’s room - low and hushed in tone.
Mikey buttons up his pants and pulls his shirt on over his head. He rubs the towel over his hair a few times before hanging it up. His phone is lying on the counter, the display flashing up at him saying he’s received a new text.
He opens it and see’s it’s from Alicia, asking how his day is.
Mikey types out a reply and hits send. He turns and is about to open the door to his own room when he hears a shrieking sound behind him.
“Gerard?” He calls pulling the door open.
He’s greeted with silence, the light in the room off.
Mikey stares at his silhouette illuminated by the bathroom light. His eyes skim over the darkness before he turns and starts to pull the door shut.
‘…hear us…’ The words are whispered out, raspy in tone.
Mikey feels cold suddenly, his exposed skin prickling at the sensation of an unseen breeze. He pulls the door shut and darts into his own room.
The blue light is on - it’s always on at night.
He dumps his laundry on the floor and flips the light on. A sudden hush falls over the room and he feels like he’s interrupted something. Mikey walks over to his bed and lies down, rubs his hands over his eyes under his glasses. His phone vibrates across the room, loud in the silence.
“Hey…”
He freezes then, body going tense.
Mikey presses his palms against his eyes, glasses being nudged up and into his hair. He pretends he hasn’t heard anything, hasn’t heard the soft female voice. There’s a light creaking across the room that forces him to sit up.
He watches the bathroom door sway open slowly, stares through the small room and on into his brothers, the adjacent door hanging open. Mikey reaches for his discarded glasses, feels for them on the bed. His fingers wrap around the warm frames when he feels it - the bed dipping.
He’s up before he even knows what he’s doing, tripping over his own feet and dropping to the floor - smacking his head on the edge of the bed frame.
‘Fuck, Gee -Gerard… I’m…’ Mikey’s head is spinning from hitting the solid wood, his vision is blurred and he’s staring up at the ceiling. There’s whispering around him again and he wants to get up and run away.
‘Mikey…?’
He blinks and tries to stop the spinning of the room when he sees it - her.
A girl, leaning over him.
The door to his room is opened suddenly and Gerard is moving, kneeling over him. “Mikey? You okay? What happened?” His eyes are wide and he looks scared, uneasy.
“I-I…” Mikey blinks and tries to roll to his side. He reaches up and rubs his hand over the back of his head, feels a soft spot there.
“Bob! Come here!” Gerard is shouting, head turned towards the door. He shifts and makes a move to stand when Mikey grabs at his shirt.
‘Don’t leave me alone in here…’
’What happened?’
Mikey makes a sound, the room swimming before his eyes again. Gerard starts to rub at his back, looks at the door frantically again. They can hear Bob in the hall, heavy footed as he stops by the door.
“Help me get him up.”
The blond man nods and doesn’t ask what happened. He walks into the room and takes a firm hold on Mikey’s upper arms, starts to drag him up. Gerard is wrapping an arm around his waist, eyes still wide and panicked looking when he feels Mikey start to shake.
“Wh-what happened? Mikes?”
Bob helps direct him down the hall, holds him up as they take the stairs. They turn and head towards the kitchen, setting the smaller male down at the island counter.
“Mikey what happened?” Gerard repeats himself, glancing over as Bob opens the freezer and pulls out a gel ice pack. He takes Mikey’s hand and places it on the back of his head, over the growing lump.
“I-I heard…”
Gerard sits down next to him, takes hold of his other hand, set’s his glasses down on the counter top.
“…whispering coming from your room and I looked in.”
Bob makes a little shivering movement from behind the younger Way, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of voices.
“I didn’t see you in there so I shut the door and went into my own room.” Mikey closes his eyes against the spinning kitchen, his brother’s face that keeps coming in and out of a fuzzy focus. “I sat down on the bed and then I heard a girl call out to me…’
Gerard bites his lip and squeezes Mikey’s hand.
“The bathroom door opened and I think someone came into my room, I felt the bed move.” Mikey starts to shiver again, leaning down and almost curling in towards Gerard. He pulls his eyes open and stares at their hands, the girls face appearing in his mind again.
‘…did you see her…?’
‘I’m scared Gee, I don’t want to go back in there tonight…
Bob makes a sound from beside the two and Gerard’s gaze flickers over to him.
“So uh - who’s up for having a video game marathon…? I’m not sleeping now.”
Gerard gives him a weak smile and nods. “How about you go get Frank and Ray, see if they want to join.”
“Yeah, because I totally want to walk around the haunted house by myself.” Bob rolls his eyes and heads for the kitchen door, pauses as he pushes it open. “You going to be okay to walk Mikeyway?”
“…Yeah…”
Gerard listens to the door as it swings shut, inches his stool a little closer to his brother. He reaches up and gently tugs the ice pack away from Mikey’s hand, rubs his fingers of the overheated lump.
’You going to be okay?’
‘…yeah…’
Gerard takes his brother’s glasses and unfolds them, pushes them up and set’s them on his nose. Mikey blinks a couple of times, vision coming into focus. He leans a little bit closer and presses their forehead’s together. Gerard makes a contented sound and places the ice bag back onto Mikey’s head.
‘We should play teams on Smash brothers tonight.’
‘Yeah…’
Mikey gives a small smile and lets his hand drop, rubs his cold fingers over the fabric of his pants. He’s cold, still shivering a little when Gerard tilts his head and presses a kiss to his temple. It’s comforting and makes him feel warm again, like the voices in his room sucked out all of his heat. He wants to curl up and wrap Gerard around him like a blanket, hide inside the comfort he feels right now.
Mikey knows better than to voice this, knows better to let his thoughts dwell on it too long.
Another kiss is pressed to his temple, lips lingering on his skin a little longer than before, almost like an apology for having not shown up sooner.
’Come on now, let’s go be creepy and win each round.’
Mikey smiles at this and gives a small nod of the head.