The Lone Killjoy (Party Poison/Gerard Way fanfic)

Safety, Therapy And A Promise

I sleep peacefully that night. Normally my dreams are stressful and complex, giving me a headache even when i was asleep. I never truly switch off, always having to be on alert. The dracs don't stop coming just because the sun's set. Granted, they normally head back into the city for the night as they don't know the area as well as the killjoys, but it's still a chance i take every night when i close my eyes. I never know if i'll be able to open them again. 

I can't deny that i feel safer here. The four's base is better hidden than my own and has far better defences. I think they even take watches, which i'm sure i will have to take part in if i stay any longer. It's also nice to know that if something were to happen, i wouldn't have to stand alone. 

I'm getting way to comfortable here, but i can't help but like it. I'm even considering staying around here longer. Probably mainly due to a certain redhead. Just thinking about him makes even more tired. I've never felt this way about anyone before. 

I wake up the following morning, the light reasonably dim in my room where it backs into the rocks, meaning no windows to allow sunlight in. Perhaps that's why i sleep in a little longer than normal. I quite like the room though, the bed is comfortable and there's a stand for me to place my gun on should i need to quickly reach for it. 

With a yawn i sit up and throw the covers back, pulling my clothes back on where i had stripped down to my underwear to sleep in last night. I have a few spare pieces of clothes back at my hideout - nothing fancy, just a change of t-shirts and a spare pair of jeans in the same sort of colour, but a shade or so lighter. It's not much but it helps with hygiene. I need to get back there to pick them up among other things, so if we don't get my bike back today i'll have no choice but to show Party where i've been living. I've never told anyone where i sleep at night before, knowing that out here trust is your first mistake, but telling Party doesn't seem like such a bad idea. 

Maybe the girl in me is just saying that because she's still swooning from last night, but the logical part of my mind also says that if he wanted to kill me he would have done so by now - maybe i should just trust the guys and leave it there. Nobody else though. 

"Good morning" Ghoul grins as i enter the diner. He shoves me a can of power pup across the table, a fork already stuck in it for me. "Kobra's still asleep but Party and Jet are around somewhere. I think Party was waiting for you to wake up." 

"Oh right" i nod with a blank expression. He probably knows something might be going on but he doesn't know exactly what, so he leaves it. I don't want to discuss anything when i'm not even sure myself as to what's going on between me and Party. "Well i hope you don't mind if i grab this and go in search of him, i need to know weather we're getting my bike today." 

"I doubt it, but sure, go ahead" he pulls the portable radio closer to him and starts to tune the dials until Dr Death Defying's melodic voice fills the room. He's going on about a few dracs in zone two, but it doesn't seem there's any news that we need to pay attention to, so i walk back towards the corridor. "Oh Spark!" Ghoul yells after me. 

"What?" 

"He went outside the last thing i saw. He's probably up on the roof, he likes it up there. Gives him space to be all mystical and think all his deep thought without us all getting in the way" he chuckles at the end, obviously knowing what it was like to disturb Party in one of his 'deep' moments. 

"Thanks" i quickly spin around and head out the front door into the already boiling heat, despite the sun having only risen a few hours ago it's already enough to make me blow my hair out of my face, instantly making me feel cooler. 

I spot the trans am sitting out front and can't help but blush when i think about last night. The way Party had pushed me roughly onto the hood of that same trans am, kissing me with everything he had, and how i had let him, even kissing back.

I walk quickly around the side of the diner. It's a long in length as well as width, so it takes me a moment to find the very end of the place. When i do i'm not disappointed though, as my hands grip the rough iron ladder that leads up to the roof. I can hear a quiet humming sound coming from up there, telling me that Ghoul was right when he told me where to find Party. 

Even though he's only humming it's still very melodic, a tune that makes me feel more optimistic as i clamber quietly up the steps. When i reach the roof, hauling myself over the last part, i finally see him. He's sitting crossed-legged on the edge of the roof, what looks like a sketchbook balanced on his knee with a pencil in his hand. 

He's looking down at the trans-am, his tongue slightly poking out between his chapped lips as he concentrates, a piece of his bright hair falling into his face as he does so. He must hear me climb over as he breathes a heavy sigh. 

"Ghoul i swear if you've come to ask another pointless question-" he turns, but stops when he see's me, his irritation being replaced with a look of pleasant surprise. "Spark" he tucks some of his hair behind his ears and snaps his sketchbook closed as i walk closer, finally sitting down beside him and crossing my legs in a similar manner. 

"Hey" i say quietly before looking down at his black sketchbook. There's a design etched on the cover, one that matches the logo on the front of the trans am. It's a black widow spider in a florescent shade of pink, a lightning bolt symbol on it's back. "What're you drawing?" 

"Oh it's just doodles" he shrugs sheepishly "nothing that exciting. i just come up here to sketch sometimes. I guess it's a form of therapy as it's about the only hobby i've managed to keep from before the fires." 

"I was never any good at art" i admit "my.." i trail off, realising what i'm about to say before it's too late. That's the closest i've come to talking about him in years. Normally my mind is so cautious, sealing away those memories in the very depths of my mind. 

"You're what?" 

"Never mind" i quickly fake a smile, but he doesn't look like he buys it. However he must get that i'm not going to break and talk, so he doesn't push the subject any further. "I actually came up here to talk to you about my bike. I was wondering when we could get it." 

"If we did go and get it, would you leave?" he asks straight out, surprising me. "Would you go back to whatever you call home and carry on. Would you try avoiding us again? Because as selfish as it sounds, i can't bear the thought of that happening again." 

"I don't know Party. I haven't exactly known you long, have I?" He gently places an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I don't resist, in fact i rest my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat as he speaks. 

"Stay here with me. With the guys. You don't have to be a killjoy with us, you can still do whatever you want without being assigned any missions. You could just sleep here at night. Then at least i would know you were safe when it get's dark" he rests his head on top of mine, both his arms now wrapped around me. 

"Okay" i agree before i can stop myself. I can't help it though. I feel so safe right now in his arms that the thought of being alone again in that old abandoned house, with the roof looking like it will collapse at any second, is not a situation i want to endure again. 

"You mean it?" he pulls away then, but only so he can look into my eyes properly. Our faces are only a few inches apart, so it's easy for me to lean forward and place my lips on his. It's a quick kiss, but it still makes me shiver. 

"Yes. But i need you to help me go and get the rest of my stuff from my old place today." 

"Sure" he stands up then, shoving his sketchbook into the back pocket of his jeans before holding out his hand to me "let's go now before the midday heatwave strikes. Apparently it's going to be a hot one today." I reach up and grab his hand as he pulls me to my feet. 

As i follow him down the ladder i think over my decision. It goes against what i originally stood for,  but i'm still happy with my decision. The thought of being safe at night, of having that bed to sleep in every evening and Party just down the corridor is too much to pass up. 

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I know this was a slower chapter but i'll try and have more up soon :)