Your Memory Will Carry On (9/14)
Your Memory Will Carry On
#9
Author: tonimay
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Summary:
'We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.'
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Authors Note: This is a sequel to 'Oh How Wrong We Were To Think That Immortality Meant Never Dying' which was the sequel to 'I Slept With Someone In The Dark Ages And All I Got Was This Stupid Immortality'. If you haven't read them, I would suggest it, this would make more sense. Old chapters under link.
The End.
Dead!
How I Disappear.
The Sharpest Lives.
Welcome To The Black Parade.
I Don't Love You.
House Of Wolves.
Cancer.
“Do you remember what you used to call Gerard, before you both turned ten?”
Kat frowned, but Edward smiled. “Mama Gee.”
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It was approaching the first Mother’s Day you had with us and your tutor was helping Jordon and Max to make cards for Georgia.
You wanted to join in but the tutor was scared, he didn’t know how to tell you that you didn’t have a mother; you had no one to give it to.
He came to me for help as you began to make your card.
So I sat in front of you and smiled. “What’s this Edward?”
“It’s for Gee.” You looked up at me and grinned.
“How about we get something for him too?”
“From Kat too?”
“Of course.”
“And flowers? Mom liked flowers.”
“And flowers.”
And you smiled, and got Kat to press her hand against the card covered in paint.
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The morning of Mother’s Day you dragged me out of bed, got me to help you make him breakfast, you had somehow gotten Kat dressed in a t-shirt you had covered in glitter and paint. It had been one of yours and was way too big.
You had gotten Brian up and ordered him to get strawberries, orange juice and two litres of Gerard’s favourite coffee.
Kat was sucking on her fist. Edward clambered onto the kitchen stool and stood up. “’Kie, can you help me make Pancakes?”
That set Kat off, she pulled her fist from her mouth and began clapping uncoordinatedly, “’Kie, ‘Kie, ‘Kie, ‘Kie Gee.”
That woke up Mikey, Ray and Bob.
Gerard could always sleep through pretty much anything.
Edward however climbed off his stool and over to Kat.
Mikey, Ray and Bob who were moving to stop her from yelling paused to watch.
“No Katty, silly, it’s Mama Gee.”
Kat stared at him.
Edward smiled and moved his mouth slowly. “Mama Gee, Mama Gee, Mama Gee.”
Kat copied, like with everything Edward did until she turned fourteen. That got us into a lot of trouble when Kat beat up guys and kissed other girls because her big brother was, and then started kissing guys because her brother was.
The women on the P&C would glare at us and mutter about gay men raising their children to be gay.
I stopped them from doing that when I made out with Gee while giving them the finger, and convinced Kat that she didn’t need to copy her brother in everything he did, he wasn’t that cool.
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“You did that!” Edward cried. “You bastard, I worked so long to be her idol and then bam! Over night! Gone!”
Frank grinned. “Oh, sorry.”
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So with Mikey, Ray and Bob in helpless fits of giggles, Kat clapping and crying “Mama Gee, Mama Gee, Mama Gee,” over and over again. Brian helping Edward to cut up his strawberries and pour Gerard’s coffee and orange juice into pretty cups that Edward had bought in random shops along the road. One was a skull, another was a goblet with flowers engraved in it. I was making pancakes.
Gerard walked in. Kat paused in her chant to look up at him and threw her arms up. “Mama Gee! Up!”
Gerard didn’t even blink, he just picked up Kat and kissed her cheeks.
Kat giggled and Gerard smiled.
Edward got up from his seat carefully and tugged on Gerard’s pants.
“Mama Gee, happy Mother’s Day.”
You know, nothing could wipe the smile off Gerard’s face all week, and that was the week that it came out about the two of us being together and adopting kids.
It didn’t bother him once.
One interviewer asked about it and his reply was, “I love Kat and Edward more than anything and it doesn’t matter what other people say because that will never change. I mean, what am I going to do? Disown them for being gay?”
“What about Mother’s Day?” The woman asked.
He just smiled. “Well, I don’t know how I’m going to help the kids out do it when Father’s Day gets here.”
He did, and that night, he went out on stage and whipped the audience into such a frenzy, it was amazing, and then even later on that night-
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“’Kie!” Kat whined. “Really I love you but I don’t want to hear about what you and Gee did behind closed doors.”
Frank smiled. “And on the couch you’re sitting on.”
Kat screamed and threw herself forwards off it.
Frank was on the floor giggling.
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Later that night Edward walked into the dark living room, the sound of Gerard’s voice reverberating against the walls.
The dark shape of Frank was pressed into the sofa where Kat had been sitting earlier that day. Edward paused by the doorway, listening to the sound of his father’s voice.
"Oh, well, now,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
And when we go don't blame us, yeah.
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.
You made us, oh, so famous.
We'll never let you go.
And when you go don't return to me my love.”
“He loved you so much, you know that?”
“Yeah?”
“More than his own life.”
“Then why did he go?”
Edward sighed and hugged Frank. “Because he couldn’t hold on any more.”
“He let me go.” Frank hit the pause button on the remote.
Edward shook his head. “Not where it matters.” He took a deep breath. “Ellie and I are taking Gee home tomorrow, we’ll get out of your hair.”
Frank smiled. “Right before the big 6-0.”
Edward nodded. “You should get some sleep, it’s nearly 2.”
Frank grinned. “It’s still early yet.”
“Stupid rock star body clock.”
Frank snorted and Edward walked out of the room, stopping by the door and listening as Frank sang along with Gerard as the track resumed.
The voices joined together.
“But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,
You would cry out your eyes all along.
We're damned after all.
Through fortune and flame we fall.
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,
To return from the ashes you call.
We all carry on (We all carry on)
When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die,
And return from the ashes you call.”
He closed his eyes. Frank seemed like he was recovering, but sometimes it felt like just an act.
The grief was still fresh though, his father would be fine.
Right?
Sleep.