To Infinity And Beyond
Title: To Infinity and Beyond! [7/?]
Author: xx_otter
Pairing: Bert/Alien!G, Frank/Alien!G
Rating: R
POV: Third
Summary: "You can't hold our alien hostage!" Bert shouts as he tries to cut the bounds holding the leather clad extraterrestrial to the office chair. "Why not? He's our alien?" Frank defends.
Or "The Intergalactic Soap Opera- With added humor and actual plot!" -- If you will.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys from MCR, The Used, or that one girl from MSI. I don't own any of the movies referenced in this nor do I own Chrysler vehicles. Gerard Way is also not an alien.
One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six
Bert wanders to Frank’s room as soon as he wakes up. He scratches himself and pushes his fingers through his dirty hair before shoving the teenager’s door open and racing to his bed. He jumps on top of the twin bed-squishing the short boy in the bed. “Wakey wakey!! Eggs and bakey!!” Bert yells in Frank’s face.
He jolts up and sneers at Bert who just smiles at him as a reply. “ET still asleep?” Frank asks while stretching and rubbing his eyes. Bert moves out of Frank’s lap to sit against the wall before he nods.
“He fell asleep when your mom left for work.”
Frank nods while stretching again, “Should we let him sleep?” He asks before the two of the boys leave his room and wander back to the living room where their alien is sleeping silently on the couch on his stomach. The shorter boy laughs dryly at him before making his way to the kitchen and answering his own questions silently.
He makes breakfast for himself and Bert-nothing special, just Captain Crunch and soy milk. Bert complains about the soy milk which makes Frank complain about the Dairy industry which leads to an epic full-fledged food battle about PETA and other animal rights activists.
“Dian Fossey was murdered by the people in charge of gorilla trafficking in Rwanda!!”
“There you go blaming the government again.” Frank rolls his eyes before dodging more flying bits of cereal and milk. He hides under the table while Bert swiftly looks through the cabinets for more food to throw at the shorter boy. “Did you ever consider the high probability that she was killed by poachers?”
“You know, for being so smart-“Bert throws a glob of peanut butter which squishes right in the middle of Frank’s face. “-that’s a pretty stupid idea. Why the fuck would poachers kill her in her cabin rather than the forest? And what about all the money and shit that no one stole, huh?”
Frank wipes peanut butter off his face before pulling his glasses from his face and rubbing them on his shirt. “You would know a thing or two about stupid ideas, huh- Mr. The-Government’s-Out-To-Get-Me?”
Bert just laughs before leaning against the kitchen counter. Once the taller boy lets his guard down, Frank crawls from out under the kitchen table and sits in one of the chairs. He laughs at the mess before Bert starts laughing too and soon after they don’t know why they were laughing.
“Fuck-I’ve never argued with someone like that.” Frank smiles before putting his glasses back on his face.
“You’ve never had a food fight…?” Bert asks in disbelief while screwing the top back onto the jar of peanut butter and putting it back in the pantry.
“No-well, once in third grade, but that’s not what I meant.” Frank sighs while grabbing their empty cereal bowls from the table and putting them in the sink. “I mean, no one’s ever argued with me like that. People usually just let me win ‘cause they don’t know what I’m talking about-heh.”
Bert shrugs and smiles, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He comments under his breath before sitting on the counter, “Dian was not murdered by poachers and PETA kills the animals they can’t find homes for.” He crosses his arms across his chest and Frank rolls his eyes before throwing the napkin he was using to wipe up soy milk with at the other boy.
They both sit on the floor and look at the mess they made. Captain Crunch is splattered all over the walls and it’s in their hair. Soy milk is all over the floor and the table along with discarded spoons and thrown silverware. Thick globs of peanut butter is sliding down the walls and it looks like a bomb went off in Frank’s kitchen-a breakfast bomb.
“My mom is gonna fucking kill me.” Frank groans while picking himself up off the floor and grabbing a rag to wipe off the walls.
Bert gets off the floor to help but becomes preoccupied by thinking about the pictures all around the house. “Are your parents divorced?” He asks when he realizes that he’s only seen Frank’s mom-and that’s for very short amount of times because it’s either when she’s coming home or leaving for work.
Frank stops washing the walls and is silent long enough to make Bert worry that he said something wrong when usually he wouldn’t care if he said or asked something inappropriate. “Yah, you could call it that…” Frank finally groans before turning his back to the other teenager and wiping up soy milk from the floor.
“Sorry I asked-“
“Nah, it’s cool, dude.” Frank smiles while passing Bert a rag to help him out. “I mean, if you asked my mom she’d say they were still happily married and he’s jut out ‘trying to figure things out for himself’ and blah blah blah-“ He sighs and runs his fingers through his choppy hair. “But he left us when I was thirteen and the last time I heard from him was an email on my fifteenth birthday.”
Bert nods his head not really knowing what to say. Sure, he’s not happy with his home situation but he doesn’t have that hanging over his head every day. “Damn, dude.” Is all he says before pretending to be preoccupied in the small spill on the floor.
“I don’t hate him because he left us, really.” Frank’s talking to himself more than he is Bert, “I hate him for what he did to mom.” He sighs before slamming his fist on the kitchen table making Bert jump. “And I hate how she thinks he’s gonna come back and save her or whatever. My mom is a strong woman-she’s working two jobs for me and has kept us out of any trouble-she doesn’t need some asshole man to ‘save her.’” He growls before laying his head on the table.
It’s quiet for a couple minutes while Bert lets Frank lay his head on the table while the other boy cleans up the mess that he mainly contributed to.
“I like your mom.” Bert finally says and he hears Frank snort and shake his head.
Gerard wanders into the room while rubbing sleep out of his reptilian eyes, “Yellling?” He asks while looking at the both of them with his classic big eyed confused expression. “Why all the yelling?” He asks again and Bert just laughs before trotting over to the alien and wrapping his arms around his shoulder.
“I’ve been thinking--“
Frank laughs, “Oh god, has he?”
“Shut up- So I’ve been thinking, you have that flashy Space vehicle out there, why don’t we take it for a little test drive?” He laughs and Gerard arches an eyebrow at him and smirks.
“That’s a horrible idea!” Frank squeals, “Lyn-z is already gonna rat us out! We have to just lay low for a while.” He groans and Gerard nods his head along with them.
“Can’t we just see inside of it?” Bert is to the point where he is begging and pulling on the alien’s sleeve.
Gerard shrugs his shoulder before pushing Bert off of him, “I guess…” He sighs before leading the other two boys to the garage. The two teenagers stare at the large vehicle as if it looked any different than any other PT Cruiser. It’s sleek, silver and it doesn’t have windows on the sides. What are disguised as wheels are hover boards that rotate and what’s disguised as headlights are lasers-but Gerard’s not going to tell the teenagers that.
He clicks a holographic button on his credit card sized device before the doors slide open. He makes a motion with his hands signifying for them to go in before them and then he makes his way to the driver’s seat.
Although the outside looked like a normal Chrysler vehicle, the inside is a whole other story. The only seats are the two in the front and there isn’t a steering wheel or a gas pedal-only buttons, and a lot of them. Gerard presses one of them and a holographic screen appears in front of him.
He presses his hand to the screen and it scans his finger prints before the entire spacecraft lights up with pulsating blue lights and creates a dull noise.
“Set phasers to fucking awesome!!” Bert screams while taking the passenger seat and checking out all the buttons and levers around him. “What else can this baby do?”
“Whatever you want her to do.” He shrugs while moving the holographic screen to the right of him so that it’s in between him and Bert. Frank oogles at the technology without even trying to comprehend how any of it works.
“Wait-I thought you were out of fuel.” Frank raises and Gerard nods.
“I have enough to hover and cruise- just not hyper drive.”
“Let’s take it out!!” Bert squeals while bouncing in his seat.
Gerard brings the hologram in front of him and taps it twice before the vehicle is hovering foreword out of the open garage, down the driveway, and out onto the neighborhood road. Frank’s eyes are wide with horror as he waits for one of his neighbors to come out and inquire about the flying space craft hovering down the road.
But no one makes this advancement.
“Dude, so why a PT Cruiser?” Bert asks finally asking the question that had been on his mind the moment he saw the space craft. He figured aliens would try to impersonate Earth vehicles for disguise purposes but out of all the cars in the world-why a PT Cruiser? He considers maybe because they made so many but no one bought them that Chrysler exported them all the way out to Alpha Draconis star system.
Gerard laughs to himself, “Aerodynamic. My Trams AM would implode in hyper drive.” He says as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Frank blinks for a couple minutes as he tries to picture a rocket powered muscle car driven by a leather clad reptilian blasting through space.
It reminds him of a bad eighties hair metal band's music video.
When Lyn-z sees the PT Cruiser soar down the street her mouth drops and her eyes go wide before she sneers at it. Frank is just testing her-seeing how far he can push her before she brings in the big guns to bring down his sick, little experiment.
She runs down the stairs to the kitchen where her father is sitting at his lab top with his glasses perched on his nose. “Dad, look outside!” She exclaims and he doesn’t look up from his screen. “Seriously dad, I have proof now, just look out the window.”
“That’s nice, dear, no leave daddy alone for his work.”
She rolls her eyes before stomping back to her room. She’ll prove it to him- she will.
A/N: Sorry about the late update and I'm sorry I'll be updating this less quickly now. I have a pile of things I have to do right now; e-school, summer homework, and not to mention my job at the fabulous Little Ceasers. I'm really sorry :/
Author: xx_otter
Pairing: Bert/Alien!G, Frank/Alien!G
Rating: R
POV: Third
Summary: "You can't hold our alien hostage!" Bert shouts as he tries to cut the bounds holding the leather clad extraterrestrial to the office chair. "Why not? He's our alien?" Frank defends.
Or "The Intergalactic Soap Opera- With added humor and actual plot!" -- If you will.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys from MCR, The Used, or that one girl from MSI. I don't own any of the movies referenced in this nor do I own Chrysler vehicles. Gerard Way is also not an alien.
One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six
Bert wanders to Frank’s room as soon as he wakes up. He scratches himself and pushes his fingers through his dirty hair before shoving the teenager’s door open and racing to his bed. He jumps on top of the twin bed-squishing the short boy in the bed. “Wakey wakey!! Eggs and bakey!!” Bert yells in Frank’s face.
He jolts up and sneers at Bert who just smiles at him as a reply. “ET still asleep?” Frank asks while stretching and rubbing his eyes. Bert moves out of Frank’s lap to sit against the wall before he nods.
“He fell asleep when your mom left for work.”
Frank nods while stretching again, “Should we let him sleep?” He asks before the two of the boys leave his room and wander back to the living room where their alien is sleeping silently on the couch on his stomach. The shorter boy laughs dryly at him before making his way to the kitchen and answering his own questions silently.
He makes breakfast for himself and Bert-nothing special, just Captain Crunch and soy milk. Bert complains about the soy milk which makes Frank complain about the Dairy industry which leads to an epic full-fledged food battle about PETA and other animal rights activists.
“Dian Fossey was murdered by the people in charge of gorilla trafficking in Rwanda!!”
“There you go blaming the government again.” Frank rolls his eyes before dodging more flying bits of cereal and milk. He hides under the table while Bert swiftly looks through the cabinets for more food to throw at the shorter boy. “Did you ever consider the high probability that she was killed by poachers?”
“You know, for being so smart-“Bert throws a glob of peanut butter which squishes right in the middle of Frank’s face. “-that’s a pretty stupid idea. Why the fuck would poachers kill her in her cabin rather than the forest? And what about all the money and shit that no one stole, huh?”
Frank wipes peanut butter off his face before pulling his glasses from his face and rubbing them on his shirt. “You would know a thing or two about stupid ideas, huh- Mr. The-Government’s-Out-To-Get-Me?”
Bert just laughs before leaning against the kitchen counter. Once the taller boy lets his guard down, Frank crawls from out under the kitchen table and sits in one of the chairs. He laughs at the mess before Bert starts laughing too and soon after they don’t know why they were laughing.
“Fuck-I’ve never argued with someone like that.” Frank smiles before putting his glasses back on his face.
“You’ve never had a food fight…?” Bert asks in disbelief while screwing the top back onto the jar of peanut butter and putting it back in the pantry.
“No-well, once in third grade, but that’s not what I meant.” Frank sighs while grabbing their empty cereal bowls from the table and putting them in the sink. “I mean, no one’s ever argued with me like that. People usually just let me win ‘cause they don’t know what I’m talking about-heh.”
Bert shrugs and smiles, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He comments under his breath before sitting on the counter, “Dian was not murdered by poachers and PETA kills the animals they can’t find homes for.” He crosses his arms across his chest and Frank rolls his eyes before throwing the napkin he was using to wipe up soy milk with at the other boy.
They both sit on the floor and look at the mess they made. Captain Crunch is splattered all over the walls and it’s in their hair. Soy milk is all over the floor and the table along with discarded spoons and thrown silverware. Thick globs of peanut butter is sliding down the walls and it looks like a bomb went off in Frank’s kitchen-a breakfast bomb.
“My mom is gonna fucking kill me.” Frank groans while picking himself up off the floor and grabbing a rag to wipe off the walls.
Bert gets off the floor to help but becomes preoccupied by thinking about the pictures all around the house. “Are your parents divorced?” He asks when he realizes that he’s only seen Frank’s mom-and that’s for very short amount of times because it’s either when she’s coming home or leaving for work.
Frank stops washing the walls and is silent long enough to make Bert worry that he said something wrong when usually he wouldn’t care if he said or asked something inappropriate. “Yah, you could call it that…” Frank finally groans before turning his back to the other teenager and wiping up soy milk from the floor.
“Sorry I asked-“
“Nah, it’s cool, dude.” Frank smiles while passing Bert a rag to help him out. “I mean, if you asked my mom she’d say they were still happily married and he’s jut out ‘trying to figure things out for himself’ and blah blah blah-“ He sighs and runs his fingers through his choppy hair. “But he left us when I was thirteen and the last time I heard from him was an email on my fifteenth birthday.”
Bert nods his head not really knowing what to say. Sure, he’s not happy with his home situation but he doesn’t have that hanging over his head every day. “Damn, dude.” Is all he says before pretending to be preoccupied in the small spill on the floor.
“I don’t hate him because he left us, really.” Frank’s talking to himself more than he is Bert, “I hate him for what he did to mom.” He sighs before slamming his fist on the kitchen table making Bert jump. “And I hate how she thinks he’s gonna come back and save her or whatever. My mom is a strong woman-she’s working two jobs for me and has kept us out of any trouble-she doesn’t need some asshole man to ‘save her.’” He growls before laying his head on the table.
It’s quiet for a couple minutes while Bert lets Frank lay his head on the table while the other boy cleans up the mess that he mainly contributed to.
“I like your mom.” Bert finally says and he hears Frank snort and shake his head.
Gerard wanders into the room while rubbing sleep out of his reptilian eyes, “Yellling?” He asks while looking at the both of them with his classic big eyed confused expression. “Why all the yelling?” He asks again and Bert just laughs before trotting over to the alien and wrapping his arms around his shoulder.
“I’ve been thinking--“
Frank laughs, “Oh god, has he?”
“Shut up- So I’ve been thinking, you have that flashy Space vehicle out there, why don’t we take it for a little test drive?” He laughs and Gerard arches an eyebrow at him and smirks.
“That’s a horrible idea!” Frank squeals, “Lyn-z is already gonna rat us out! We have to just lay low for a while.” He groans and Gerard nods his head along with them.
“Can’t we just see inside of it?” Bert is to the point where he is begging and pulling on the alien’s sleeve.
Gerard shrugs his shoulder before pushing Bert off of him, “I guess…” He sighs before leading the other two boys to the garage. The two teenagers stare at the large vehicle as if it looked any different than any other PT Cruiser. It’s sleek, silver and it doesn’t have windows on the sides. What are disguised as wheels are hover boards that rotate and what’s disguised as headlights are lasers-but Gerard’s not going to tell the teenagers that.
He clicks a holographic button on his credit card sized device before the doors slide open. He makes a motion with his hands signifying for them to go in before them and then he makes his way to the driver’s seat.
Although the outside looked like a normal Chrysler vehicle, the inside is a whole other story. The only seats are the two in the front and there isn’t a steering wheel or a gas pedal-only buttons, and a lot of them. Gerard presses one of them and a holographic screen appears in front of him.
He presses his hand to the screen and it scans his finger prints before the entire spacecraft lights up with pulsating blue lights and creates a dull noise.
“Set phasers to fucking awesome!!” Bert screams while taking the passenger seat and checking out all the buttons and levers around him. “What else can this baby do?”
“Whatever you want her to do.” He shrugs while moving the holographic screen to the right of him so that it’s in between him and Bert. Frank oogles at the technology without even trying to comprehend how any of it works.
“Wait-I thought you were out of fuel.” Frank raises and Gerard nods.
“I have enough to hover and cruise- just not hyper drive.”
“Let’s take it out!!” Bert squeals while bouncing in his seat.
Gerard brings the hologram in front of him and taps it twice before the vehicle is hovering foreword out of the open garage, down the driveway, and out onto the neighborhood road. Frank’s eyes are wide with horror as he waits for one of his neighbors to come out and inquire about the flying space craft hovering down the road.
But no one makes this advancement.
“Dude, so why a PT Cruiser?” Bert asks finally asking the question that had been on his mind the moment he saw the space craft. He figured aliens would try to impersonate Earth vehicles for disguise purposes but out of all the cars in the world-why a PT Cruiser? He considers maybe because they made so many but no one bought them that Chrysler exported them all the way out to Alpha Draconis star system.
Gerard laughs to himself, “Aerodynamic. My Trams AM would implode in hyper drive.” He says as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Frank blinks for a couple minutes as he tries to picture a rocket powered muscle car driven by a leather clad reptilian blasting through space.
It reminds him of a bad eighties hair metal band's music video.
When Lyn-z sees the PT Cruiser soar down the street her mouth drops and her eyes go wide before she sneers at it. Frank is just testing her-seeing how far he can push her before she brings in the big guns to bring down his sick, little experiment.
She runs down the stairs to the kitchen where her father is sitting at his lab top with his glasses perched on his nose. “Dad, look outside!” She exclaims and he doesn’t look up from his screen. “Seriously dad, I have proof now, just look out the window.”
“That’s nice, dear, no leave daddy alone for his work.”
She rolls her eyes before stomping back to her room. She’ll prove it to him- she will.
A/N: Sorry about the late update and I'm sorry I'll be updating this less quickly now. I have a pile of things I have to do right now; e-school, summer homework, and not to mention my job at the fabulous Little Ceasers. I'm really sorry :/