Jared Leto/Gerard Way Oneshots

4: In Which Gerard Pines over Jared The Tech Nerd

Jared adjusted his glasses, wiping his cheek that had a spot of oil on it, but he ended up just getting more oil there. Gerard thought it was adorable. Jared rolled up his sleeves, reaching forward to screw a nail into the engine. Gerard couldn't stop staring at Jared's muscles.

Jared muttered something that Gerard didn't catch the first time, and only when it was repeated more sternly a second time did Gerard snap out of his daze.

"Gerard, the hammer!"

"Y-Yeah, I got it." Gerard fumbled for the hammer, passing it to Jared. Gerard held back a sigh, leaning his cheek on his hand. Jared would never spare him a second glance, he rarely showed interest in him, especially while he was working. Gerard was only there to help Jared so he could focus solely on his projects and not on finding the hammer or anything like that.

When Jared first offered Gerard this job, they were just friends. He'd shown Gerard a few of his creations like the teleporting coffee mug. He was more than impressed by it, and Jared supposed he could use someone with an enthusiasm for his creations around. Gerard gladly took up the job of the inventor's assistant, he thought that it would give him a chance to stare at Jared and perhaps for them to grow even closer. But all was not going how Gerard had hoped.

Gerard gazed absently at Jared's face, the very face that made his heart want to leap out of his chest and explode into a flurry of confetti. He picked up a cloth and gently dabbed away the oil on Jared's cheek, thinking that at the very least he'd get a smile.

But nothing.

Jared just tilted his head back a bit to allow Gerard to clean his face and kept his eyes glued to the machinery he was tinkering. Gerard's heart sank and his fingers dropped to his pocket, lightly brushing over the paper he had in there. Gerard thought that maybe if Jared wouldn't listen to him, he could just read Gerard's feelings instead. He thought that maybe he'd just give it to Jared and he'd read it and maybe they could have some kind of romantic kiss and Jared could sweep him off his feet and have a picnic under the stars and kiss some more and-

"Gerard, the oil! I need more!" Jared snapped, and Gerard quickly searched for the oil, but in his search, he accidentally knocked it over. Jared sighed in frustration as Gerard desperately tried to stop the spill, his hands covered in oil. "Just..Just clean this up, I'll go get more oil." Jared muttered, his tone making Gerard shrink back. Jared stood up, briskly walking out and shut the door a little harder than necessary.

"Fuck, I'm such an idiot!" Gerard said to himself, grabbing the cloth and cleared up the oil. Gerard was sure that Jared hated him and that was the last thing he wanted.

Gerard sighed, staring at the stupid machine that was taking all of Jared's attention. It was some sort of climate changing thing, it could apparently make it snow in the room that you were in, or rain, or even create lightning. Gerard weakly kicked the machine, thinking it wouldn't do much, but a sudden spark erupted from the machine.

"Shit..."Gerard muttered, watching the machine crackle with electricity and ice began to creep out over the floor around the machine. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Gerard cursed again, stepping back and chewed on his lip. All of a sudden, the air went harsh and cold, and the ice shot out all over the floor. Gerard lost his balance and slipped, his head whacking the table behind him, knocking him out cold.

He lay unconscious on the floor, ice and frost creeping over his body making his body temperature drop drastically.

After a moment, Jared returned, met with the sight of his assistant laying unconscious in the floor, covered in ice and frost. He dropped the canister of oil in shock, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him.