Lost

Chapter 22

"The fuck are you doing?" Frank demanded in a hiss once he'd opened the door. "Mikey and Ray are both asleep, you asshole!"
"Where is Mikey?" Gerard demanded. "I have to talk to him."
"Why? I don't want to wake him up. Do you know how long it used to take to get him back to sleep?"
"I don't care!" Gerard shouted. "I need to talk to him!"
"You are not getting in my house," Frank insisted. "Go away, or I'll make you go away."
"You wouldn't," Gerard snorted, but they were prevented from more arguing when Mikey walked up behind Frank.
"Whussgoinon?" he asked in a sleepy voice. His eyes were half closed, and it was evident that he'd only recently been roused from his sleep.
"Get out here," Gerard growled.
"Mikey, go back to bed," Frank said at the same time.
Confusion flashed across Mikey's features, and Frank sighed, turning to Gerard.
"What do you want with him, dick?"
"Don't call me a dick. And I just want to talk to him. Alone."
Frank pulled Mikey's head down and gave him a long (perhaps too long remain not awkward) kiss. When they were done, he gave Gerard one last glare before returning inside. Mikey chewed his lip and stepped outside, closing the door.
"What do you want?" he asked nervously.
"I need to tell you something."
"Why at..." Mikey checked the time on his phone. "Four in the morning?"
"Because I'm panicking, Mikes."
"But–"
Mikey was cut off as Gerard slammed him into the door.
"Listen to me! For once!" The older Way sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "Mikes, I got Lindsey pregnant."
Mikey stared at him. "You... you what?"
"She's got a baby growing in her," Gerard snapped. "And it's mine."
"You... she... baby?"
"Yes." Gerard sighed. "I don't know what to do."
"Uh, look after them both?"
"I know that much, dufus!" He looked frustrated again. "But what if I'm not ready for a kid?"
"You managed to look after me for most of my life," Mikey pointed out. "I think you're ready."
Gerard cracked a smile. "True. You have been tough at times."
Mikey smiled and patted his shoulder a little awkwardly. "Well... if that's it..."
"No, wait," Gerard said hastily as Mikey turned to open the door. "Do you... do you want to hang out? Listen to Misfits and trade comics like when we were kids?" He looked desperately hopeful.
Mikey blinked, fiddling a little. He hadn't forgiven him yet – he was a long way off from forgiveness. But building their sibling relationship back up wouldn't be that terrible.
"I'd like that," he said quietly. Gerard looked relieved.
"Monday?"
"Monday."
"Our place?"
"Yes." Mikey nodded and gave him a tired smile before opening the door and returning inside. Frank was waiting for him.
"What did he do to you?" he asked immediately. Mikey rolled his eyes.
"Nothing, Frank. He just wanted to talk."
Frank sighed. "Well, it's way past your bedtime, mister."
"I know, I know." Mikey smiled and walked upstairs, towards their room. "I love you, Frank."
Frank blinked. "I love you too, Mikes."

*****

Mikey hummed as he walked out of the shower, looking over at Frank and Ray. They were sat around the table, playing cards. The WiFi had gone out, so Mikey was going to read a book whilst the others decided what to do. Then he was going to see Gerard.
He'd met with his brother five times since he'd been told Lindsey was pregnant. They were slowly growing close again. Frank didn't like it, but to his credit he didn't attempt to stop it or anything. He knew this was part of Mikey's healing. Plus, Mikey hadn't had a single Gee-shark dream since making up with his brother, so he couldn't really complain.
Mikey found a book and settled down happily in an armchair. Frank had made him coffee before his shower, so he was quite comfortable sitting there, just sipping and reading.
"Mikey?" Frank asked softly, walking over to him. Mikey looked up, mouth full of coffee.
"Mmff?" he asked.
"When you go see Gerard, would you say hi for me?"
Mikey swallowed his drink. "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Well... you know..." Frank frowned.
An hour later, they were both standing on the doorstep to Gerard and Lindsey's home.
"I shouldn't be here," Frank muttered for the sixth time. Mikey just rolled his eyes and rang the doorbell.
Gerard soon answered. "Mike– Frank?"
"Hi," Frank said shortly. Mikey nudged him. "How... how are you?" the smaller male tried.
"Uh... good." Gerard blinked at him, then shook himself and looked back at Mikey. "Anyway, hi, Mikes."
"Hi. How's Lindsey?"
"She's doing great!" Gerard grinned and led them inside. "So, what are we doing today?"
"Yahtzee," Mikey said triumphantly. "I suck at Yahtzee."
"It's not the only thing you suck at," Frank muttered. Mikey's cheeks went red and Gerard laughed.
"Well, we have Yahtzee in the closet somewhere."
"Don't you dare make a closet joke," Mikey warned Frank.
Frank blinked innocently. "But I thought we were all out of the closet."
Mikey sighed. "You are so annoying."
"You love me," Frank shrugged. "Put up with it."
Mikey chuckled softly and folded his arms. "Right. Anyway. Yahtzee."
"Yes." Gerard pointed to the table. "You two sit there whilst I find it."
Mikey nodded and grabbed Frank's hand, pulling him towards the table. Frank seemed more relaxed than when he'd first arrived. They sat down, listening to Gerard rifling through old belongings in the closet, and Frank looked up at Mikey.
"I love you."
"You know I love you, Frankie." Mikey smiled and kissed him softly. Frank held him close, shuffling onto his lap.
Mikey realised that the dark knot that had appeared after Gerard's disappearance was gone. He didn't feel like breaking down every second.
His life was stable.
His life was good.
His life was going to get even better once he'd have a niece or nephew, and who knew? Maybe one day he'd become Mikey Iero, or Frank would become Frank Way.
He giggled at the thought, but he had what he'd desired for so long now.
A good, healthy life, and someone to live it with.

The End.