Bandslash: Gerard Saves Lives!
Title: Gerard Saves Lives!
Author: valerie_z
Pairing: Gerard/Pete friendship, Mikey/Pete implied (no sex)
Warnings: There is no sex.
Rating: Soft R.
Notes: Takes place during Warped 05. I was a little purposefully vague with real-life girlfriend stuff, and I'm sure the timeline's wrong for that, but go with it.
One afternoon Gerard knocked on the door of Pete's tour bus and announced that he was there to save his life.
"Awesome," Pete said. He was barefoot, with his phone in one hand and a Peach Snapple in the other. He'd been spending this rare downtime during the tour texting some friends back home, but he was getting bored and wouldn't mind some company. He opened the door and took a step back. "Want a Snapple?"
Gerard's eyes lit up at the offer. "Do you have Raspberry?"
"Of course." Pete retrieved the drink from the refrigerator and gestured to the couch.
They sat on opposite ends, and after taking a long gulp from the Snapple bottle, Gerard's face turned serious again. "Pete, I'm here to save your life."
"And that's super," Pete said. "Except my life isn't really in danger at this moment."
Gerard raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Pete looked around the bus. Snapple, guitars, dirty laundry. "Yep, pretty safe."
Gerard sat back and crossed one leg over the other. "I started my band to save lives, you know."
"I know," Pete said. "Joe was actually the one who started our band. He did it to meet girls." Pete gave him a thumbs up. "Mission accomplished. You might want to aim a little lower, man." He took a small sip of his Peach Snapple. "Just a suggestion."
Gerard drained the rest of his Snapple, screwed the lid back on tightly, and set it down on the floor. He folded his hands in his lap, let his hair fall in front of his eyes, and stared at Pete.
"I'm going to save your life," Gerard said. "By warning you that, if you don't stay away from my brother, I'm going to fucking kill you."
Pete let out a short, barking laugh, before realizing that Gerard wasn't laughing. "Um...You don't want me to be friends with Mikey?"
"You're not being friends with Mikey," Gerard said. "You're flirting with him."
Pete rolled his eyes. "I flirt with everybody. It's not a big deal."
"You always have your arm around him," Gerard continued. "And last night you kissed him on the neck."
Pete got up to get another drink. "I kissed like twelve people on the neck last night," he called out as he leaned into the refrigerator. "And to be perfectly honest, I gave some girl a handjob." He returned to the couch, handed Gerard a new bottle of Snapple, and sat down with his own drink between his legs. "Mikey's an adult, and I'm not the bisexual Mafia. It's not like I'm going to rape him in his sleep." He twisted open his Snapple and it made a soft popping sound. "I mean, obviously, if I raped him, he'd wake up," he muttered.
Gerard looked down at the glass bottle in his hand and then placed it in the center of the couch carefully. "I probably shouldn't accept this, since I'm about to fight you."
Pete laughed. "Fight me? How do you fight, Gerard? Are you gonna hurt my feelings by displaying your superior knowledge of musical theater?"
Gerard huffed softly. "That's the pot calling the kettle gay."
Pete put his hand on his shaking stomach. "You are the whole gay tea party, my friend."
Gerard lunged, grabbed Pete by the hair, and yanked him to the floor.
"Ow! Fuck!" Pete grabbed Gerard's forearm and tried to push it away, but he only succeeded in pulling his hair even more.
Gerard pushed Pete up against the couch and knelt by his side. "Stay away from Mikey."
Pete reached out and scratched the side of Gerard's face. He didn't break the skin, just made some light pink marks, but it was enough to startle Gerard into letting go of his hair.
"We're just friends," Pete spat out. He shoved Gerard's arm half-heartedly, barely moving it.
"You have sex with all your friends," Gerard said. He reached out and shoved Pete's shoulder, knocking it softly against the couch. "I'm not gonna let you break his heart."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Pete said. "No fucking idea." He leaned forward and flicked Gerard on the forehead.
"Ow!" Gerard put his hand to his head. "If you leave marks on me I'm stealing your make-up."
"Please," Pete said with a scoff. "You could never pull off my make-up."
Gerard sat down across from Pete and folded his legs in front of him, mirroring Pete's position. "Look," he said. "You're not a bad person, and I'm sure most of what people say about you isn't true, it's just...he's my little brother." Gerard stretched his leg out and kicked Pete's shin lightly. "And you're a slut."
Pete sighed. "I know, I get it. But you don't understand what's really going on." He leaned forward. "You know the new guitar tech? Go hang out with her one day, and watch how many times Mikey comes around to talk to her. And check out the look in his eyes when he makes her laugh." Pete shook his head and leaned back against the couch. "Mikey's not the one who's gonna get his heart broken at the end of all this."
Gerard looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry, man." He looked up sheepishly and pointed to the couch behind Pete. "Can I still have that Snapple?"
Pete reached back and retrieved the unopened Raspberry Snapple. "Do you promise not to hit me again?"
"No," Gerard said, reaching out and waggling his fingers.
Pete handed over the Snapple anyway.
Gerard took a few long gulps from the bottle before looking back at Pete thoughtfully. "Maybe we can come to an arrangement. You can be friends with Mikey, if I can borrow Patrick for a night or two."
"What?" Pete's eyes widened. "You want me to whore off my best friend in exchange for your brother?"
"What? No!" Gerard made a disgusted face. "God, you have a sick mind. I meant that Bob has a cold, and he could use some time off, and I heard Patrick's a great drummer. Do you think he'd be willing to learn some songs and fill in for a couple shows?"
"Oh," Pete said. "Sure; he'd actually love that. I'll have him stop by your bus later."
Gerard stood up. "One more condition."
Pete pulled himself to his feet as well and stretched.
"If Mikey catches any STDs," Gerard said softly. "I'm telling our mom that it was you."
Pete bit his lower lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh. "You're telling your mom?" A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips. "Is that how they do it on the murder scene, Gerard?"
"Motherfucker," Gerard muttered, and he grabbed Pete by the hair and tackled him to the floor.
When Mikey walked into the bus, he found Pete lying on his back, laughing so hard he was choking, with Gerard straddling him, holding him by the hair, and pounding his head against the carpet. Neither of them noticed he was there until he cleared his throat and said, "Um, Gerard?"
Gerard let go of Pete's hair and looked up.
"Um," Mikey said. "You know, Pete isn't like the Gameboy I got for my tenth birthday, where you were allowed to play with it when I wasn't using it."
"Sorry." Gerard climbed off Pete's body and stood facing Mikey. "We were fighting."
"I can tell," Mikey said. "Your make-up's all messed-up." He licked his finger and ran it underneath one of Gerard's eyes.
"I'll leave you guys alone now," Gerard said. He looked down at the floor. "Bye, Pete."
Pete, still lying on his back and chuckling, gave a weak wave.
Gerard hurried outside the bus and was halfway to his own bus when he saw Frank, wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a sleeveless shirt that showed off his extensive tattoos, and a pink tiara.
"Hey," Frank said.
"Hey." Gerard stopped in front of him.
"Whatcha doin?" Frank asked.
Gerard stood up straight and tried to puff out his chest. "You know. Saving lives."
Frank nodded. "You want to wear my tiara for a while?"
Gerard's face broke into a grin. "Really? Yeah! Thanks!"
Frank took the pink tiara off his head and placed it on Gerard's. "Very sharp," he said. "So you want to go save some more lives?"
"Definitely."
"Or," Frank said. "We could go make some coffee."
"Yeah, coffee," Gerard said, and they headed to their bus.
Back in the Fall Out Boy bus, Mikey helped Pete to his feet, and then sat next to him on the couch.
"So what did Gerard want?"' Mikey asked.
"To save my life."
"Oh, right," Mikey said. "He does that."
Pete leaned over and put his head on Mikey's shoulder. "So you wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," Mikey said. "Just one thing, Pete." He put his arm around Pete and leaned down, putting his lips close to his ear. "Don't hurt my brother," he whispered. "Or I'll kill you."
Pete just laughed.
Author: valerie_z
Pairing: Gerard/Pete friendship, Mikey/Pete implied (no sex)
Warnings: There is no sex.
Rating: Soft R.
Notes: Takes place during Warped 05. I was a little purposefully vague with real-life girlfriend stuff, and I'm sure the timeline's wrong for that, but go with it.
One afternoon Gerard knocked on the door of Pete's tour bus and announced that he was there to save his life.
"Awesome," Pete said. He was barefoot, with his phone in one hand and a Peach Snapple in the other. He'd been spending this rare downtime during the tour texting some friends back home, but he was getting bored and wouldn't mind some company. He opened the door and took a step back. "Want a Snapple?"
Gerard's eyes lit up at the offer. "Do you have Raspberry?"
"Of course." Pete retrieved the drink from the refrigerator and gestured to the couch.
They sat on opposite ends, and after taking a long gulp from the Snapple bottle, Gerard's face turned serious again. "Pete, I'm here to save your life."
"And that's super," Pete said. "Except my life isn't really in danger at this moment."
Gerard raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
Pete looked around the bus. Snapple, guitars, dirty laundry. "Yep, pretty safe."
Gerard sat back and crossed one leg over the other. "I started my band to save lives, you know."
"I know," Pete said. "Joe was actually the one who started our band. He did it to meet girls." Pete gave him a thumbs up. "Mission accomplished. You might want to aim a little lower, man." He took a small sip of his Peach Snapple. "Just a suggestion."
Gerard drained the rest of his Snapple, screwed the lid back on tightly, and set it down on the floor. He folded his hands in his lap, let his hair fall in front of his eyes, and stared at Pete.
"I'm going to save your life," Gerard said. "By warning you that, if you don't stay away from my brother, I'm going to fucking kill you."
Pete let out a short, barking laugh, before realizing that Gerard wasn't laughing. "Um...You don't want me to be friends with Mikey?"
"You're not being friends with Mikey," Gerard said. "You're flirting with him."
Pete rolled his eyes. "I flirt with everybody. It's not a big deal."
"You always have your arm around him," Gerard continued. "And last night you kissed him on the neck."
Pete got up to get another drink. "I kissed like twelve people on the neck last night," he called out as he leaned into the refrigerator. "And to be perfectly honest, I gave some girl a handjob." He returned to the couch, handed Gerard a new bottle of Snapple, and sat down with his own drink between his legs. "Mikey's an adult, and I'm not the bisexual Mafia. It's not like I'm going to rape him in his sleep." He twisted open his Snapple and it made a soft popping sound. "I mean, obviously, if I raped him, he'd wake up," he muttered.
Gerard looked down at the glass bottle in his hand and then placed it in the center of the couch carefully. "I probably shouldn't accept this, since I'm about to fight you."
Pete laughed. "Fight me? How do you fight, Gerard? Are you gonna hurt my feelings by displaying your superior knowledge of musical theater?"
Gerard huffed softly. "That's the pot calling the kettle gay."
Pete put his hand on his shaking stomach. "You are the whole gay tea party, my friend."
Gerard lunged, grabbed Pete by the hair, and yanked him to the floor.
"Ow! Fuck!" Pete grabbed Gerard's forearm and tried to push it away, but he only succeeded in pulling his hair even more.
Gerard pushed Pete up against the couch and knelt by his side. "Stay away from Mikey."
Pete reached out and scratched the side of Gerard's face. He didn't break the skin, just made some light pink marks, but it was enough to startle Gerard into letting go of his hair.
"We're just friends," Pete spat out. He shoved Gerard's arm half-heartedly, barely moving it.
"You have sex with all your friends," Gerard said. He reached out and shoved Pete's shoulder, knocking it softly against the couch. "I'm not gonna let you break his heart."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Pete said. "No fucking idea." He leaned forward and flicked Gerard on the forehead.
"Ow!" Gerard put his hand to his head. "If you leave marks on me I'm stealing your make-up."
"Please," Pete said with a scoff. "You could never pull off my make-up."
Gerard sat down across from Pete and folded his legs in front of him, mirroring Pete's position. "Look," he said. "You're not a bad person, and I'm sure most of what people say about you isn't true, it's just...he's my little brother." Gerard stretched his leg out and kicked Pete's shin lightly. "And you're a slut."
Pete sighed. "I know, I get it. But you don't understand what's really going on." He leaned forward. "You know the new guitar tech? Go hang out with her one day, and watch how many times Mikey comes around to talk to her. And check out the look in his eyes when he makes her laugh." Pete shook his head and leaned back against the couch. "Mikey's not the one who's gonna get his heart broken at the end of all this."
Gerard looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry, man." He looked up sheepishly and pointed to the couch behind Pete. "Can I still have that Snapple?"
Pete reached back and retrieved the unopened Raspberry Snapple. "Do you promise not to hit me again?"
"No," Gerard said, reaching out and waggling his fingers.
Pete handed over the Snapple anyway.
Gerard took a few long gulps from the bottle before looking back at Pete thoughtfully. "Maybe we can come to an arrangement. You can be friends with Mikey, if I can borrow Patrick for a night or two."
"What?" Pete's eyes widened. "You want me to whore off my best friend in exchange for your brother?"
"What? No!" Gerard made a disgusted face. "God, you have a sick mind. I meant that Bob has a cold, and he could use some time off, and I heard Patrick's a great drummer. Do you think he'd be willing to learn some songs and fill in for a couple shows?"
"Oh," Pete said. "Sure; he'd actually love that. I'll have him stop by your bus later."
Gerard stood up. "One more condition."
Pete pulled himself to his feet as well and stretched.
"If Mikey catches any STDs," Gerard said softly. "I'm telling our mom that it was you."
Pete bit his lower lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh. "You're telling your mom?" A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips. "Is that how they do it on the murder scene, Gerard?"
"Motherfucker," Gerard muttered, and he grabbed Pete by the hair and tackled him to the floor.
When Mikey walked into the bus, he found Pete lying on his back, laughing so hard he was choking, with Gerard straddling him, holding him by the hair, and pounding his head against the carpet. Neither of them noticed he was there until he cleared his throat and said, "Um, Gerard?"
Gerard let go of Pete's hair and looked up.
"Um," Mikey said. "You know, Pete isn't like the Gameboy I got for my tenth birthday, where you were allowed to play with it when I wasn't using it."
"Sorry." Gerard climbed off Pete's body and stood facing Mikey. "We were fighting."
"I can tell," Mikey said. "Your make-up's all messed-up." He licked his finger and ran it underneath one of Gerard's eyes.
"I'll leave you guys alone now," Gerard said. He looked down at the floor. "Bye, Pete."
Pete, still lying on his back and chuckling, gave a weak wave.
Gerard hurried outside the bus and was halfway to his own bus when he saw Frank, wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a sleeveless shirt that showed off his extensive tattoos, and a pink tiara.
"Hey," Frank said.
"Hey." Gerard stopped in front of him.
"Whatcha doin?" Frank asked.
Gerard stood up straight and tried to puff out his chest. "You know. Saving lives."
Frank nodded. "You want to wear my tiara for a while?"
Gerard's face broke into a grin. "Really? Yeah! Thanks!"
Frank took the pink tiara off his head and placed it on Gerard's. "Very sharp," he said. "So you want to go save some more lives?"
"Definitely."
"Or," Frank said. "We could go make some coffee."
"Yeah, coffee," Gerard said, and they headed to their bus.
Back in the Fall Out Boy bus, Mikey helped Pete to his feet, and then sat next to him on the couch.
"So what did Gerard want?"' Mikey asked.
"To save my life."
"Oh, right," Mikey said. "He does that."
Pete leaned over and put his head on Mikey's shoulder. "So you wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," Mikey said. "Just one thing, Pete." He put his arm around Pete and leaned down, putting his lips close to his ear. "Don't hurt my brother," he whispered. "Or I'll kill you."
Pete just laughed.