(COMPLETED) You are Never Coming Home >>Frerard, Rikey, Petekey, Peterick, Ryden

Chapter 9-Poor Frank/Gee's POV

"Gerard?"
"Gerard, where the f*** are you? We need to do Target Practice!"
I was practically screaming, and when I thought I heard Pete screaming at a distance, I realized it was just my echo.
Since Gerard didn't show up, I quickly rushed to the Main Tent and went to Dr. Death Defying.
"Yo Death! Seen Gerard?" I asked as I stepped inside the empty tent with Dr. Death Defying there, listening to music.
Dr. Death looked up from what he was doing. "What?" he said. "Where's Gee?"
I nodded earnestly. "Know his whearabouts?"
Dr. Death nodded. "He's visiting his brother in Orlando. Don't fret, pup. He'll be coming back tonight."
I sighed deeply. "'Kay thanks."
I headed to my tent, disappointed.

I was just in the tent, contemplating life. I held the rifle that I was given by the soldiers, then spun it around. I then saw a glimpse of my initials. F.I.
Beside it were engraved G.W.
I smiled. He left me something.
But then I was quickly saddened by the fact that I had to go to training again, alone.
I jogged to the quadrangle of the military base. Apparently, I was kind of early. My rifle on my shoulder whipped me as I ran, and my loose pants slapped my legs as I went against the wind brewing.
Once I arrived, I was alone with Dr. Death Defying again.

"You again?" I asked, tilting my head a bit at this enourmous guy.
He noddded. "Early, I see. Pete Wentz, the original trainer, went to Orlando to take care of the people for a while. Unfortunately, there was a crash. Lucky for him, he was unhurt."
I nodded. "Yeah he is. His ex-" I stopped. I wasn't supposed to say anything about Pete and Mikey's relationahip. "Ah, nevermind. So..anyone going to train?"
Dr. Death Defying shook his head. "No, but you are free to go to the Target Room and practice your shooting there."

I did what I was told.
Even though my motherf***** mother Gerard Way wasn't there, I practiced.
The Target Gym was still, not a single creature moved. The white walls of the gym glinted with the light, and the window curtains fluttered gently in the wind.
Seriously, who puts curtains in gyms?
I grabbed a dummy from the corner of the room where it was dark.
When I went there, I heard someone whisper, "You can find happiness in the darkest times when you turn on the light."
I looked at who said it. I turned.
It was Gerard, smiling.
"Gerard? What are you doing here? I thought you visited Mikey.."
Gerard looked down. "I did. He looks like he was suffering eternal pain. He was.."

Gee's POV

"...covered in bruises. He had one big brace around his waist. He was lying on his hospital bed, his hand hanging from a support. His head was bandaged a lot. But he wasn't crying. In fact, he was smiling. So brave, unlike me.."

(The following scene is where Gerard and Patrick are going to Orlando)

Gerard lay his head on the helicopeter door and looked outside. The world was viewed from a new perspective. Gerard was scared of heights, yes, but he didn't want his fear to stop him from visiting his injured brother.
Soon, Gerard drifted to sleep.

He was in his dream world, where everyone and everything were. A woman's voice spoke his name. "Gerard.."
Gerard woke up. He saw his mother leaning over him. He quickly tackled his mother with a hug. "Mom!"
He cried. Donna hugged her son's head and they just hugged each other. Gerard then felt a tear trickle down his cheek. Then another. Before he knew it, he was sobbing on his mother's white dress. "Mom..I'm so sorry.."
Donna shook her head. "No, Gerard. I am the one supposed to say that I'm sorry. I know I was such a bad mother to you. I have failed as a mother to grow a fine man because of my attitude. I'm really sorry...this is all my fault.."
Gerard bit back his tears. "Mother...come home..." he whispered.
Donna smiled. "You and your brother...we will reunite. Don't worry, Gerard. Don't worry. I am always there for you."
She was beginning to fade, her opaqueness slowly going away. "Be a strong man, Gerard. Be the man Elena wanted you to be.."
Gerard widened his eyes. "Mom, don't leave me!" Gerard reached his arms to his mother, but she was almost completely gone. Only her voice remained.
"Gerard, carry on."

Then Gerard woke up. He felt something heavy on his right. He turned to see Patrick sleeping on him. "Ah..sh**.." he muttered softly. "Trick, please...lean there..."
Patrick didn't bulge. Gerard moaned, but then the speaker said, "Arriving at Orlando. Please get ready."
Patrick bolted awake. "Awake!"
Gerard smirked. "As always."

Gerard and Patrick finally arrived at Orlando. Once they went down, they quickly rushed to the hospital.

"Um..what room number is Michael James Way in?" Patrick said as he approached the nurse counter. The nurse looked at Patrick. "May I know who you are?" Patrick shrugged. "I don't know who I am, but it's not who I was. Nah, just kidding. I'm Patrick Stump, his friend, and this red-headed guy is Gerard Way, his brother."
The nurse looked in a computer then nodded. "Noted. He is in Room 32213, at the end on the corridor. Turn
right from here. You'll find his room."
Gerard nodded a thank you and walked away, while Patrick remained at the counter, asking for Pete's room number that he is helping in.

Finally, Gerard found the room. He was, for some reason, hesitant to go in." There's nothing wrong with opening the door. It's just my brother inside."
Gerard held the doorknob and entered the room.

The room was heavily scented with medicine. Gerard's nose crinkled. How he hated hospitals. The last time he went to a hospital, he saw his grandmother, reaching out to the heavens. It was sad, but terrifying.
She was dying.
Gerard didn't want Mikey dying too.
"Who is there?" Mikey's voice cracked.
Gerard felt his eyes water brim with tears. He approached his wounded brother, which was such a sad sight. His brother was full of bruises, with a big brace around his waist. His hand was in a support, paralyzed.
"Mikey...oh no..." Gerard cried softly. Mikey just smiled. "Eh, brother. It's fine."
Gerard helped Mikey up, then they hugged each other. Gerard sobbed in his brother's hospital uniform, just how Gerard sobbed in his mother's dress. Mikey was thinking quietly, "I thought I was supposed to be the one who was crying.."

Frank's POV

"My God, Gerard. What happened to your brother..."
I looked at Gerard's sorrowful face cloud with sadness. I thought I was the saddest person in the world.
But I realized quickly I was wrong when I met Gerard Way.