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A Child's Mind Is A Fasinating Thing	By : slayya Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2074 -:- 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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Hey guys, I apologise
for flipping between fics so much at the moment. I just keep getting writers block in one and not in the other so I just thought it would be easier rather than keeping all the written chappies for one story back to just post which ever one I get ideas for first. Anyway, on we go...
Mikey sat down on the edge of the bed with Frank. “Mike...maybe Gerard should stay at mine for a couple of days? Just until we work out what our next move is gonna be?” Mikey glanced at the smaller guitarist. “It’s just what is they come back? We can only have so many near misses...” Frank clarified. Mikey nodded. “Yeah. You’re right. I just don’t want to leave him you know? I mean I only just got him back, I don’t want to loose him again.”
“Well that’s what we’re trying to stop.”
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Gerard walked slowly and wearily into the new house. Frank walking slightly behind him, Mikey too. Gerard turned to his brother. “Why do I have to stay here?” he asked as Mikey sighed, placing a duffle bag with some clothes and things on the floor. “Because...it’s just what’s best at the moment okay?”
Gerard didn’t look convinced. Frank left them alone for a moment, heading upstairs. “Gee...look I know you don’t understand but you know those men from before, the ones we played hide and seek with?” Gerard nodded. “They’re actually not very nice people, well not exactly, they’re working for not very nice people, people that want you sent back to the hospital.” Gerard made a small gasping sound. “So, by you staying here it’ll keep you safe okay? I’ll come and visit everyday, I promise. Frank will take good care of you, I promise.”
Mikey held out his arms and Gerard buried himself in them, beginning to cry softly. “Hush now...hush. Everything will be fine.” Mikey reassured him, though he wasn’t sure he believed himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow little bro...” Mikey said pulling away but Gerard grabbed at his arm. “Can’t you stay? Here...with me?”
“I’d love to Gee but I’ve got stuff I need to sort out and the quicker it’s sorted, the quicker you can come back home, okay?” Gerard nodded slightly, his eyes saddened by the impending departure of his brother and his hair obscured his eyes slightly. “Okay.”
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” Gerard nodded and waved ‘bye’ to Mikey and he walked out the door, pulling the door closed behind him.
Frank seemed to have heard the door slam and decided to venture back down the stairs. Gerard saw he had a guitar in his hands, ‘Pansy’ clearly written across the body. Gerard then began to walk around the front room and corridor, studying his surroundings. “Anything look familiar?” Frank asked as he sat down on the sofa, the guitar in his arms.
“No.” Gerard shook his head before continuing to wander round the room, looking at odds and ends.
“When was this?” Gerard asked, holding up a photo to Frank who still had Pansy in his arms, strumming a few odd notes. Gerard walked towards him, the photo frame in hand and sat down next to him.
Frank took the frame from his hand and looked at the photo. Almost immediately a smile began to spread across his face. It was from when they were on the Warped Tour a few years previously. Gerard was smiling, his long, black hair starting to fall over his face, the black bar of make up that he was so famed for during that tour easily recognisable in the picture. Frank had leapt on his back, grinning manically, the black and red X’s over his eyes making him look even more like a madman. It was directly before they’d gone on stage, Ray had taken it. “It was recently when we were on tour...”
“Tour?” Gerard looked confused and Frank realised he wouldn’t remember any of this. He didn’t even remember being in a band. “Nothing.” Frank told him with a small sigh.
“How did you do that?” Gerard pointed to Frank’s eyes. “Make-up.” Frank told him. “Just like you used for that.” He pointed at Gerard’s face in the picture.
“Can you teach me how?” Gerard asked, his face lit up with excitement. Frank nodded. “‘Course I can.”
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“Shut your eyes.” Frank told him and Gerard did so as Frank dabbed a small sponge in a pot of white stage make-up. Then he started to spread it on and after a moment he began to laugh. “What?” Gerard asked, opening his eyes and giving him a curious look.
“Oh nothing. Just you used to say that the object of this process was to ‘make yourself look as dead as possible’. Always used to make me laugh is all.” He laughed again. Gerard smiled slightly and closed his eyes again as Frank continued.
A minute or so later the white was done and Frank grinned. “Now for the fun part.” He got a roll of masking tape from beside him. Gerard frowned. “You’re going to put it on my face.”
“Yup.” Frank said, smiling at the cute, confused look he gave him. “That’s how we get it so straight on your face.”
“Oh...okay.” Frank tore off a piece of tape and began to stick it over Gerard’s forehead and Gerard began to giggle. “That tickles.”
“That’s what you always used to say.” Frank said with a chuckle.
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“There. Done.” Frank told him as he peeled the last of the masking tape away revealing the straight black bar across his face. Frank showed him in the mirror. A huge grin plastered its way from ear to ear on Gerard’s face. “Cool!”
Frank smiled. “You used to think so yes.” His face dropped slightly at the thought. “Wanna watch some TV?” Frank asked. “I could order some food?”
“What about...?” Gee pointed to the photo, which was now standing on the table, practically forgotten. “I’ll teach you the crosses technique tomorrow.” Frank told him before walking towards the TV and switching it on, grabbing the phone on his way back and glancing back at Gerard who nodded. For a moment with the make-up and everything he almost looked exactly like the old Gerard, the way he held himself, his expression...
Frank quickly snapped himself back to reality and took a breath. “So what do you fancy? Pizza? Chinese?”
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Gerard glanced towards the other boy, sitting next to him as they watched some film on the TV. “Frank?”
“Uh-huh.” Frank said, glancing towards the frontman. “Why don’t I remember any of this? The stuff in the photos? Why don’t I remember you? I mean you obviously know me...”
Frank sighed deeply, staring hard at him for a long moment. “I don’t know Gee, I really don’t.” He glanced out of the window, seeing how dark it now was outside. He looked toward Gerard who, as if on cue, yawned. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed. We need to get that make-up off anyway; it’s starting to get a little smudged.”
Gerard pouted. “But I don’t wanna go to bed. I’m not ‘leepy.” He yawned again. “Oh yeah?” Frank said, laughing disbelievingly.
Gerard bit his lip sheepishly. “Do I have to wash it off?” he asked, pointing to his face. Frank nodded. “Yeah but don’t worry, if we have time we can do it again tomorrow. After I’ve taught you my crosses thing of course.” Gerard grinned. “Okay.”
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The next morning Frank walked tiredly along the corridor to the bathroom. He leant over the sink, looking at his tired face before splashing some cold water on his face to try and wake himself up a bit more, which it did. He dried himself on a towel and then continued toward Gerard’s room, well the guest room. Mikey was going to be around in an hour or so therefore Gerard should have been up by now. When he walked in he saw Gerard, he seemed to be having another nightmare because his face was tensed and he began thrashing against the covers every so often. This was just like Mikey had described the other night. He was mumbling as well but as Frank got closer to the bed, the only stuff he could hear he realised to be all incoherent nonsense. Frank shook him with enough force to wake him but not to freak him out.
Immediately, Gerard’s eyes snapped open. He glanced towards Frank. “Frankie?” Frank in took a breath sharply. Gerard had never called him Frankie, well not young Gerard...“Gerard...is that you?”
“Don’t let him get me Frankie. Not again. It hurt so much. I thought he was gone, but he found me. Not again. Not again.” Tears started to slip down his cheeks.
“Who Gee? Dr. Barker?”
“No.” Gerard shook his head forcefully. “Steven...”
“Steven...? What did he do to you Gerard...?” Frank asked, desperately trying to find out information and keep this Gerard with him, this adult Gerard.
“No...” Gerard shook his head again. “NoNoNo.” He began to get scared again, Frank tried to calm and console him. “It’s okay Gee. It’s okay.”
Suddenly, Gerard’s eyes rolled backwards into his head and he passed out. “Gee? Gee!” Frank shook him forcefully. “Wake up, Gee!” Nothing. “Wake up!” He awoke then and looked up bemusedly at Frank.
“Frank. What are you doing?” Frank then realised that 8 year old Gerard was back.
“Sorry. You weren’t waking up and you have to get ready, Mikey should be here soon.” Frank told him. Gerard grinned widely. “Yay! Mikey!” He threw the covers off himself and ran from the room.
Frank sat on the edge of the bed, deflated. “Dammit.” He said as a sudden spur of rage caused him to kick out at the bedside cabinet, it rattled in protest. “Dammit.” He whispered again, a single tear trickling down his face and splashing on the T-shirt he was wearing with his boxers for bed wear.
Okay, so I hope you guys like it. Thanks to my amazing, loyal reviewers and to xXBrokenxRosesxX and VindictiveDiva for all their help and encouragement with this story, I’m not sure I would have progressed it this far without them. Thanks guys. Slayya
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