You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ On The Coast ☆

"Jay, we're here!" Gerard's voice cooed softly. I was being shaken gently, but I ignored it – I was too tired.

"Carry her over the threshold, Gee!" Someone joked.

"She's my daughter, not my wife, Frank!" Of course it was Frank.

"I'll carry her if you won't, bro." That must've been Mikey. He sounded timid. He never came across as anything less, than boisterous on stage, but something about me made him shy away.

"She can't be that heavy! I mean, she's only fourteen! And she's stick thin." That sounded a bit like Ray, but I couldn't be sure.

"I'll carry her. Can you grab her bag, Mikey?"Thanks, dad I thought. Gerard lifted me into his arms, gently. I curled in toward his chest, and fell back into my dream.

I woke with a start. Everything was pitch black, I had no idea where I was. "Mum!" I cried out into the darkness.

"Jay?" An American voice replied. In rush, I remembered, everything that had happened.

"Sorry," I whispered to Gerard. A light flicked on, and my hands flew up to cover my eyes.

"Are you ok?" He asked. I looked around as my eyes adjusted. I was on the top bunk of a warm bed; Gerard was on the bottom. The walls were painted a nice light blue, with little shells painted along the bottom. Opposite the bunk bed, there was a huge window. It looked out onto the ocean. It was magnificent, and beautiful. I looked down at myself, and realized I was still wearing my school uniform.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you up. I lost my bearings. When did we get here?"

"Um…about five hours ago. I guess all the shock wore you out."

"Mmm," Just then, my stomach grumbled, very loudly. "Shh!" I told it.

"Don't worry. You didn't have any dinner. Come on; let's find you something to eat." He helped me out of the bunk, and I followed him into a large kitchen. I gasped at the enormity of it; my home was small, as he had pointed out. My whole house could've fit into this single kitchen space.

In the middle of the kitchen, there was a large dining room table. There was a breakfast bar, on the right side, leading into, what looked like, the living room. Lining the two walls of the kitchen, were benches, a stove and a fridge. It was very…well…posh, I guess. But it was obvious that only guys had been using the space. There were dirty plates in the large sink, and chairs everywhere.

"What'd you feel like?" Gee asked, surfacing my mind to the now.

"I don't care. Toast will be fine." I said distractedly. Somewhere close by, I could here the crashing waves on the beach, and a strange roaring. "What's that sound?"

"The guys. Our sleep patterns are messed up. It's day time in America now so…"

"Oh." I managed dumbly. I sat down at the table, and stared out a window, also looking onto the beach. I could see a small flickering of a fire; so that's what they were doing. Gerard placed a plate down in front of me. It had on it, a simple piece of toast with peanut butter and jam.

"PB&J." He declared, sitting down opposite me. I looked at him, then at my plate. Suddenly, realization hit home, and hard! My life was different now! I knew my real last name. I knew my real father. I fucking knew My Chemical Romance!

Shock, happiness, mentality – every emotion imaginable – overwhelmed me. I shoved the plate aside, and started crying into my arms, on top of the table.

"Fuck," He breathed, "I knew she was taking this too well." I heard a door slam shut and someone storm in.

"What'd you fuck up now, bro?" Mikey screamed.