Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)

Other Pieces

"Frank, Liz invited me over" I bring up to him, thinking it was weird the invitation was extended to just me.
"Huh, that's weird. But, if you're going, you can take the truck"
"Should I go??" I ask him for reassurance.
"Liz just wants to get to know you. She thinks of me like a son" I make my way over and sit on Frank's lap as he talks to me.
"Then why doesn't she know the truth about your parents?" I ask, possibly going into sensitive territory.
"Well, she'd have to have me committed. If you act out to others or yourself, you get sent away. Shows how much I love you" he grins a little bit.
I kiss him quickly and then get up, looking at the time.
"Well, it's almost twelve, I'm supposed to be at her house around twelve fifteen" I start to head out the hotel door.
"Okay.." Frank looks happy yet sad all at once.
"I'll be back, baby" I touch his cheek and smile.
"I know, I just need you" he holds my hips.
"All of you.." He starts kissing my neck, making me gasp but I stop him once he moves down lower.
"Frank. Not now." I remind him.
"Hurry back" he slowly lets go of my hand as I shut the hotel door.
•••
"Here's your tea, hon" Liz sets down the chamomile tea on the tray in her sitting room again, taking her seat.
She looks me over as I settle into the chair,
"So, any Frankie juniors gonna be running around soon?"
I almost spit out my tea, making her laugh.
"I don't think that's going to happen for a loooong long time, I'm talking years after the wedding, if we even have a formal one."
"You have to make sure I get to squeeze those little babies when that happens one day!" She laughs again.
"Frank would be a wonderful father, unfortunately he had to deal with his father to get those qualities, though."
This talk gets me thinking, almost zoning out of the conversation, wasn't I waiting on my period any day now? I get slightly nervous.
"-but anyway, speaking of Frankie, I wanted to tell you a little about him, from a mental stand point."
"Oh, please go on, I'm constantly trying to learn more about that mind of his" I laugh, grasping the mug.
"Frank.." She begins.
"Frank is a special case.."
"He's really unlike most patients I've seen in my career, and I've been in this business for twenty five plus years"
I take a sip of my tea, nodding.
"He's extremely harsh and rough, but at the same time he's sensitive. You have to be extremely delicate with him."
"Oh, I know. I've already seen those sides of him" I admit.
"He's very anxious, actually. But very..everything else too."
"I don't want to scare you off by this, I love him like a son, I really do. He's an amazing man." I nod again, taking more information in.
"At times, I considered him to be antisocial. Which is scary, I know, but he isn't quite there. He simply cares too much for too many people. He's so hard to figure out"
"He is," I start, "do you happen to know anything about the 'me' thing he does? Or is that new?"
"Well," she shifts in her chair. "I'm not exactly allowed to release private information on him unless it has the chance of harming you, he's still one of my past patients and I could get in trouble."
"I understand.." I answer.
"But, I know he wouldn't hurt you, I know he wouldn't hurt your child one day, and he's told me he hasn't hurt anyone but..I'm not sure if I believe him."
Damn, she's a good psychiatrist.
"With the 'me' thing, that first developed right when he started seeing me, I think that's actually what scared him into seeking help. What 'me' is, is, what he considers to be his 'default self', which, I know it isn't, he just thinks that's how he was born. 'Me' is very..very violent, quiet, has a short temper, and is honestly very intimidating. I know he's normally quiet but when he's like this he wouldn't even answer you if your life depended on it, he's just so stuck in there he can't even speak."
"Oh my God" I whisper, listening closely.
"But he said I 'make him Frankie again'?" I ask.
"Wow" she seems surprised yet prideful of what I told her.
"Guess he did listen to me all those years!" She laughs.
"I told him to always fight 'me' and treat him as if it weren't him instead of being the 'real' him. He still obviously struggles with it but the fact that he refers to his peaceful self as his birth name is amazing."
"What he means by telling you that 'Frankie' thing is simply, that, you make him feel human, you make him love, you make him feel remorse, which is something you need to feel." "You two are just made for each other" she sits back in her chair like she's amazed by our relationship and takes a sip of tea.
"I hope I helped you understand a little about him"
"Oh, you definitely did! Thank you! I needed this" you check the time and realize it's almost three, "oh, I should get going, Frank doesn't like to be alone for too long"
"I understand." She grins, standing up and extending her arms for a hug, which you happily take.
"Thank you so much for ev-"
You stop talking when you hear a knock on the door.
"Wonder who that is, I don't have any patients scheduled for today.." Liz quickly makes her way to the door.
It's Frank. Smiling from ear to ear behind his messy long dark hair.
"Frank?!" I'm surprised.
"I took a cab" he smiles and kisses me quick, making Liz smile extra wide.
"What are you-"
"I wanted to include everyone in on this, Liz, you got me thinking" he looks at her quickly before dropping to one knee, opening a little box as he talks, "I know the answer, but formally, Chance Abbott, will you marry me?"
Liz almost screams and grabs her heart, then holds her mouth with her hands.
"Oh my god!!" I yell.
"I love you every minute of every day, Chance." He smiles.
I grab the huge engagement ring and slip it on my finger, biting my lip hard from how excited I am. He stands up and immediately I grab the sides of his face, kissing him as he lifts me off the ground a little.
Liz runs over and we all hug, she grabs Frank by his face too and kisses his forehead, "this was a set up!" She yells happily. "I knew this was going to happen, he just needed to get the ring! He called me up last night" she pulls me in hard.
"That's it! Big celebration dinner tomorrow! I'll start cooking now!" She pretends to run into the kitchen and quickly turns around.
"Tomorrow? Seven?"