Disenchanted (Frerard + Petekey)

Hesitant Alien

Gerard watched as his body hurried down the hall, walking in a way that was somehow both fast and smooth, a motion he knew he could never replicate. His body seemed to be doing better on autopilot than it had ever done with him in command.
His arms felt like they were glued to his sides. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable, but it was an odd arrangement.

You... said we're getting out of here, where are we...? How?

The new voice answered with a derisive snort, "Look if I tell you the plan you'll just mess it up. Just go along with it okay?"

But... Frank

"Don't worry about him, he'll be fine. We need to get out."

No. Not without Frank! We can take him with us, I can't leave him here.

"He could be helpful." The helpful female voice drifted in over his shoulder, joining the internal debate. "He knows things. Street smarts and all that."

"Pfft." The new voice didn't buy it. "Another person will just slow us down. It'll complicate things."

Not without Frank.

"Fine. Fucking get him then!"

Whoever was piloting Gerard made an abrupt u-turn, sending him lurching back up the hall the way he'd come.

From the bizarre viewpoint he occupied, seated at the back of his head, Gerard offered directions to his body.

He's room twenty-one. Down here...

His shoe squeaked as he arrived at the open door. Frank was sitting cross-legged on his bed attempting to make a house of cards on the uneven mattress surface.
As he realized his friend had returned he called a fond "Hey!" leaning back to smile at the older boy.

Without warning Gerard was flung from his viewing seat back into the reigns. He physically wobbled, overwhelmed by the sudden return of feeling in his limbs. He was aware of his blinking again, and when he thought to turn his head, it complied.

Shit you're gonna toss me in now? I don't know the plan!

"I— there's— fuck Frankie I don't know." Gerard stuttered in a panic.

Frank rose from the bed, his sad attempt at a card house collapsing as he did so. "Babe... you okay?"

Everything seemed too bright again. Gerard was aware of voices rumbling down the hall, of a walkie-talkie fuzzing in the distance. He could feel the vibrations of sound waves in the air.

"There's just too much right now."

"Too much what?"

Frank had crossed the room and reached out a hand in concern. As his fingertips brushed the back of Gerard's hand, he found himself recoiling from the touch.

"I— oh god I'm sorry Frank. It's not you I swear there's just— there's so much going on everywhere. It's too much!"

Frank withdrew his hand slowly, a deep frown of concern drawing his eyebrows down. "Okay, but let me help. Let's go one by one, what's there too much of? Is it too bright? Too loud?"

Gerard squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, willing everything to stop so he could think. He was surprised to find when he opened them again that they'd welled up with tears.

Fuck what the hell is wrong with me today?

"It's just—" His voice was thick when he spoke, and it cracked in a way that made his lip quiver.
"Everything's falling apart and it's all going to end and we need to get out of here." He hissed the last words under his breathe, glancing anxiously up and down the hall from where he still stood in the doorway. He had no idea what the plan was, but he knew he needed to convince Frank fast.