You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

New York City and a very long drive

We arrived in New York after what seemed like forever. It was darkening outside, but I really didn't know – nor care – what the time was. We exited the terminal – after everybody else had – and waiting for us were four, familiar-looking women and an adorable puppy. Well, it wasn'treally a puppy, but it was still cute! When Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard saw the girls, their faces lit up. They scurried over to them, and kissed them hello. Bob and I just stood there, waiting for recognition.

"Don't worry, it doesn't last long." Bob reassured me, as I started getting bored. The dog managed to get away from Ray and his wife, and ran over to me.

"Hello, Bauer! You are so cute!" I said in a baby voice, while patting him on the head.

"Wow! How'd you do that?" Ray asked, walking over and picking up Bauer's leash.

"Do what?"

"Pat him, without him mauling you. I've never seen him so friendly to anyone outside our little group." Ray told me, indicating the guys and their partners.

"Must be in your blood." The young woman who Ray had greeted, intimately, said to me. She walked over and stopped behind Ray, giving me a brilliant smile, "I'm Ray's wife. You must be, Jadis. You really do look like Gerard. It's scary!"

"Jay, come over here!" Gerard called, signalling, with his hand, for me to come over to him. He was standing with Lyn-Z, his wife. I took a deep breath, and ventured over to my dad and…well…step mum. At first, Lyn-Z seemed apprehensive about me, then she gasped, and kept flashing her glance, between Gerard and I.

"Woah, baby! She's definitely your kid! That's fuckin' weird!" Lyn-Z said to Gerard, as if I couldn't hear.

"She inherited Mikey's short-sightedness." Gerard told her grinning. He slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and breathed in his scent; B.O., smoke and his scent.

"You alright, Jadis?" He whispered in my ear. I tightened my hold on his waist, and buried my face in his side. He put his own arms around me, and it comforted me immensely. "What's the matter, Jay?"

"I'm just scared, I guess." I mumbled into his jacket.

"Don't be. You're with nine adults, and a fucking scary dog, you're safe."

"I feel sick."

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" I nodded, and he released. "Hon, can you take her to the toilet? I don't want her to go alone, to fucking risky." He said to Lyn-Z. I reluctantly let go of him, and allowed Lyn-Z to guide me to the bathrooms. We entered the toilets, and I walked over to the bench. The bathroom was luckily deserted.

"I guess this is all pretty traumatizing for you." Lyn-Z commented.

"A little," I sighed, "I passed out on the plane before; I don't want to pass out again!" I muttered to myself. I took a deep breath, and then splashed my face with a little water. Lyn-Z walked over to me, and propped herself against the bench.

"I hear you sorta exploded during one of the flights." She said conversationally. I blushed, "I guess that was probably the easiest way to let the press get to know the new, Way. Very dramatic, too! Kudos." The bathroom door creaked open, and a geeky young woman walked in. We both froze. She was mumbling something about being misled by rumours, or what not. My heart almost stopped beating, when I realized she was talking about the band standing outside. She had about twenty My Chemical Romance badges on the bag, slung over her shoulder. She was also wearing glasses, in the same style of Mikey's old ones.

The fan looked up at us, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone. Looking at me, I saw the colour drain from her face. Lyn-Z grabbed my arm, and we bolted for the door. We sped all the way back to the group of celebrities.