Playing with power //// Frerard

Give me fever

"Well?"

"He has a severe fever. He'll have to stay in bed for a few days." The doctor gazed suspiciously at Gerard for a long moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't find his medical records in any database. You say he's an old friend?"

"Uhuh." Gerard was examining his nails with a bored expression, stood in the hallway outside Frank's bedroom. "He came to visit, quite out of the blue. He was sick when I came to see him this morning. Just a fever right?" He confirmed, already steering the doctor down the stairs to leave.

"Yes, a bad one." The doctor nodded, stopping by the front door and forcing Gerard to keep still so he could face him. "If it's come on so suddenly he probably has a really bad immune system. Once he's awake I would suggest you urge for him to register at a doctors, as things stand it's like he doesn't even exist." The doctor looked a little distressed by this fact but Gerard only grinned sweetly at him and opened the door.

"I will get right on it." He assured the elderly man, ushering him out the door before he could say another word and waving brightly at him. "Thanks again for your help doctor." He called, chuckling as he slammed the door shut and sauntered down the hallway to the kitchen.

Inside Mikey was sat on one of the counters, drinking a coffee and swinging his legs. When Gerard walked in he raised his eyebrows questioningly, one hand moving to dip almost subconsciously into the cookie jar beside him.

"Verdict?"

"He has a fever." Gerard shrugged, Mikey scoffing and rolling his eyes. "Apparently it's a bad one; the doc reckons he needs to be bed bound for a few days." He added casually, grabbing a tray from one of the cupboards and laying it on the counter. Mikey frowned and watched curiously as Gerard started to place an assortment of things on it, a cup of tea, glass of orange juice, some toast and a little pot of butter and another of jam.

"Uhuh... Who's that for?" He asked curiously, Gerard adding a couple of biscuits on a plate to the tray, including the chocolate creams that were his and his only.

"Who'd you think?" Gerard retorted a little sharply, his cheeks slightly pink as he filled a whole jug with water and added that too.

"You can't be serious." Mikey smirked, quirking an eyebrow at his brother and nibbling on the cookie he had taken from the jar. "Frankie?"

"He needs to eat." Gerard pointed out defensively and Mikey laughed outright.

"Yeah so... throw him a crust of bread or something. Or get the chef to make him something, what's with the pretty tray and shit?" He smirked, Gerard scowling as he lifted up the said tray and met his brother's eyes. He challenged Mikey with his eyes for a moment, daring him to tease him more.

"It's my fault that he's sick in the first place, he'd be fine if I didn't leave him outside all night. I'm making it up to him." He said simply, making Mikey almost choke on his cookie.

"Whoa, what!? You put him out there for a reason Gee, he deserved it. Or have you forgotten that?" He snapped, Gerard shrugging as he turned and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"That was then and this is now. He's had his punishment, now I'm going to take care of him. I've always said I take care of my pets." He called over his shoulder, ending the argument there and ignoring Mikey's indignant shouts of how he was being an idiot. Gerard knew that he was expected to uphold his mafia boss image, but he wasn't about to let his promises slip. He had told Frank he'd take care of him and only punish him when he deserved it. Well... Yesterday he had deserved it. Today he didn't, to Gerard, it really was that simple.

Gerard made his way up the stairs and into Frank's bedroom as quietly as he could, though the younger man hadn't so much as stirred all morning. Gerard had left him in the basement all night where it was cold and damp, just to further punish him that little bit more. When he had gone down to let him out that morning Frank had been unconscious in the corner, and when Gerard had picked him up the heat coming from his body had almost burnt him.