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Nobody's Home	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thanks to you who reviewed!
This part is for Jenn, because she deserves it!

Song: Always by Bon Jovi
Disclaimer: I own nothing!

This romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

Another three months passed, and nothing changed. Gerard was still a prisoner inside his own mind, not able to get out. But the thing was. Gerard didn't want to come out. He was happy inside his head, because there he had Mikey. He could pretend that nothing had ever happened, that Mikey was still alive and well.

It broke my heart to see him, because I couldn't stop myself from going there. Mostly thanks to Dr. Thomps- I mean Dr. Michael. He has become something of a friend to me. I could confide in him, tell him all my thoughts, free of charge. You could almost say that I had a counselor, for free. It wasn't every time that I got to talk to him though, just the times when he was examining Gerard. After he was done checking Gerard's never changing reflects he would get us coffee from the coffee machine and we'd talk in his office.

I think he was the one who kept me sane. That institution scared the shit out of me. With all the crazy people, all the white and the smell. But it was worth it, because I got to see Gerard. Or maybe it wasn't worth it, because I got to see Gerard.

I had to sit there and watch the man I loved waste away to nothing. He was so skinny, and his once thick black hair… well lets just say that his shampoo consumption was now down to almost nothing. He looked like he had cancer, to be honest. He was deathly pale and his lips were chapped.

Every time I looked at him I felt a sting in my heart, and I never knew what to do. I talked to him less then I did before, mostly because I didn't know what to say anymore. It felt awkward to talk to him these days, something I had never felt before. Instead of talking about all kinds of things, I these days mostly just sat next to him staring at the TV, trying not to let myself start crying again.

That's all I ever wanted to do when I saw him. Sometimes it felt like this was all in vane. My own life was gone. I never saw any of my old friends, and I never had time to meet any new people. My parents had given up trying to get me to not go see Gerard, and Gerard's parents had stopped visiting him. His mother always called me every night to hear how Gerard was. And I always told her the same thing. He was the same empty shell that he had been the day before.

His mother and father had split up; the pressure of losing both their sons had been too much for their relationship. And his mother had broken down when I told her about Mikey and Gerard. I knew I had to, since Dr. Michael had told Gerard's parents about what had happened a few months ago. Gerard's dad took off, not saying another word, and I hadn't heard from him since. His mother calmed down after a few weeks, and she told me to tell Gerard she wasn't mad at him, that she understood.

I knew his mother wanted to see him, but Donna simply couldn't do it. She couldn't see him like that, and in one way I understood her. It was eating me up from inside, but somewhere deep in my heart, I knew I could never move on. I could never leave Gerard in that institution and go on with my life.

At least that's what I thought.

But that was before I met Dana. Oh God, how to describe her? There's really no way in doing so. She was beautiful, and had the most amazing sense of humor and…

Right now you're thinking that I left Gerard, that I fell in love with Dana. Somewhere inside I wish I had done that, but I couldn't. I and Dana went out for a couple of months, but then… I couldn't do it anymore. I told her about Gerard and she just kissed me and told me that I should keep my promise. I had promise to always hold on, and I had to keep it. She told me not to give up hope, to stay strong for Gerard. And I love her for that. I needed her to say that, I needed to hear it.

Me and Dana remained friends, and we hung out now and then. I really needed her friendship. I still visited Gerard twice a week, even though there never was any change.

I would never give up on him.

It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up

[Two years later]

"I'm coming" I yelled to the angry yells of the phone like it could hear me. I sighed and pulled on a pair of boxers over my still damp body right before I ran into the kitchen to get the phone. "Hello?" I said into the receiver as I brushed some of my wet hair out of my face.

It was almost midnight and I had taken a shower before bed, and I was surprised to get a call this late. Somehow I felt in my guts that it was important, and I knew I had to answer. "Hello, its Michael" I felt my heart start pounding like crazy in my chest. I hadn't been to visit Gerard for almost two weeks. I had been sick, and in bed. Normally I went to see him at lease once a week, but yeah I had been sick.

"Hi?" I said, unsure of why he was calling. I knew something had happened; he had never called me before. And I had known him for almost two and a half years now. We still talked when I was there, and I considered him as a friend, and not just as Gerard's doctor. Which is why he no longer wanted me to call him Dr. Michael or Dr. Thompson.

"It's Gerard" he said and I almost burst out laughing. Like I hadn't known he was calling me about Gerard. However I heard on his voice that this was no laughing matter. "Tell me!" I said sternly. If Gerard had gotten worse I just wanted to know.

"He's crying" his words caught me off guard and I had to hold on to the wall not to fall over. "What?" was all I could force over my lips. "Gerard's crying, you better come here quick"

Without another word I hung up and ran towards the door. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was wearing only boxers so I quickly turned around and ran towards my bedroom. I had no idea what he meant by 'Gerard's crying' but I had to find out. I had to be there, right now.

I threw on a pair of jeans that I found on my floor, not caring if they were used or not, and grabbed a t-shirt. I pulled the t-shirt over my head as I made my way out into the hall. I put on my sneakers and tried to put on my hoodie for about two minutes without succeeding when I noticed it was upside down. I cursed loudly as I turned it the right way and zipped it up as I ran through the door.

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

"Where is he?" I didn't even care to say hi when I saw Michael, I needed to know where Gerard was, and what was going on. He saw the stress I was in and grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye. "Gerard started crying a few minutes before I called you" He started, and continued to talk when I tried to open my mouth to ask something else. "We don't know why, and he's not saying anything, but tears are running down his cheeks and he's been flickering with his eyes. He almost made eye contact with one of the nurses. I think he's trying to break out"

With the last words he started leading me towards Gerard's room. "He's in here, just go inside and I'll come with. But I'll wait by the door, Frank I think he needs you" I nodded, and tried to calm myself down. I was sure I looked like hell, but I didn't care. For the first time in two years, Gerard had done something, and I… no wait. I had to suppress those thoughts. I couldn't allow myself to hope he would be okay. After two years it hurt too much to even think that.

When I walked in to the room I was clenching my fists together so tightly I was afraid I would break the skin in my palms. But I didn't care, that was what was keeping me from falling to my knees crying.

I made my way over to Gerard's bed, where he was sitting looking distressed. He had tear stained cheeks, and tears in his eyes. His hands lay lifeless in his lap and his gaze was fixed on the floor.

"Gerard?" I said, my voice surprisingly low, like I was afraid I might disturb him. Nothing happened, so I took a few steps more towards him and stopped a few feet away. I didn't dare to sit down or walk closer, so I just stood there and studied him. "Gerard, it's me Frank" now My voice was louder, and it didn't shake as much. "I'm sorry I haven't visited you, I've been sick" At my final words he moved, by God he moved.

He turned his head towards me, and his gaze flickered to my face. I swallowed when he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I froze on the spot, and didn't know what to do. Finally his eyes met mine, and I could read all the pain in his eyes. For the first time in two years I thought that maybe it was best for him to stay in this state. Maybe he was happier that way, having Mikey by his side.

But then I pushed those thoughts away as fresh tears escaped his eyes. "Oh God Gerard, please" I didn't know what I meant by please. Maybe I was begging him to break free, to come back to me. I wasn't sure.

"Frank?" He whispered, and my mouth fell open. I started breathing quickly as I tried to force myself to speak. I felt my heart and mind to scream at me to do something, but I was paralyzed by the look in his eyes. He looked so hurt, so… so broken.

"I'm here" it was the first thing that came to my mind. "Frank?" he questioned again and this time I could move. I closed the distance between us and fell to my knees between his legs. His eyes never left mine as I took his hands in mine and started crying. "I'm here baby"

He opened his mouth again, and his lower lip shivered slightly as he sobbed. "I thought you had let go" He whispered and I felt so desperate, so eager to show him I hadn't let go. I had no idea what was happening, why he was suddenly talking, what had drove him too it, but I wasn't complaining. Instead I held his hand to my mouth and kissed it lightly. "Never" was all I could say.

Finally he snapped out of it. I could see it in his eyes. Up to now they had been distant, even when they drowned in mine. He let out a loud sob and joined me on the floor. He flung his arms around me and by instinct I wrapped mine around him. He hid his face in the crook of my neck and wept. And I cried with him.

Behind me I heard Michael opening the door, and then closing it again, but I paid no attention to it. Instead I tried to stop my voice from trembling so I could speak, but there were no words I could say right now. My heart finally felt whole, as I sat there and cried into the arms of the man I loved, and he cried in mine.

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you

[Gerard's Point Of View]

Something inside me snapped and I fell to my knees in front of him. It was like I had been inside a bubble, and now that bubble had burst. Finally I couldn't only hear what went on around me; I could react to it as well. Finally after so much time I was in his arms again, the place where I knew I should be.

Well, there ain't no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines

[Frank's Point Of View]

"I love you" I finally managed to choke out between sobs. I felt him take his head away from my neck and he sat up to look at me. He still looked so sick and so tired, but his eyes… In his eyes I saw the old Gerard, the Gerard he had been a long time ago when Mikey was still alive. The Gerard that was alive himself.

"I love you Frank" He whispered before hugging me again.

And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you – Always
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