Playing with power //// Frerard

The final betrayal

"Gerard, Mikey wants to see you."

"Now?" Gerard looked up from his desk where he was taking some time out to focus on his art, Bob stood in the doorway watching him. "Tell him I'm busy."

"He said it can't wait." Bob replied instantly, shrugging innocently at Gerard's frown.

Gerard stared at the blonde man for a long moment, scowling deeply before he sighed and put his pencil down on the desk and got to his feet. He raised his eyebrows at Bob, his expression making it clear how happy he was to be interrupted in some rare time off but Bob simply smiled sweetly at him.

"He's waiting in the control room." He explained as Gerard stepped past, Gerard frowning in confusion but not bothering to ask why on Earth his brother would be there. He was clearly just about to find out anyway.

It had been a couple of days since Gerard had last talked to Frank, he was still sore from being rejected and didn't want to see the younger man at all. He had made sure that he was kept comfortable though, the house servants taking over in bringing Frank his food and helping him wash and dress. He had heard that Frank wasn't happy about it, and that he kept asking to see Gerard but the words fell upon deaf ears. Gerard couldn't give a damn if Frank wanted to see him.

Gerard walked through the house to the tiny control room that looked suspiciously like a closet from the outside. There were a few CCTV cameras around the outside of the house, just in case of thieves and the like. Living in such an ostentatious manor meant that sometimes security was breached and people tried to get in, but it was rare... and rarer still for the culprit to get away with it.

It had been a long time since Gerard had gone into the control room, he didn't bother himself in checking the tapes. In fact he didn't think any of them did. The only times he went in there was just to make sure the technology was all still working and to check the tapes if anything had been stolen or damaged. Gerard was pretty sure he hadn't been in the room for years.

"What's up Mikes?" He sighed as he reached the door and slid through it. The control room was small, the entire back wall full of TV monitors and a complicated looking control desk that Gerard had never been able to get the hang of. Mikey was sat at it now, leaning back in his chair and resting his thumb against his lower lip.

"I got something I think you need to see." He said softly, leaning forward to hit a button on the desk, causing one of the TV's showing an image of the front door to flicker and change to a night view. Gerard stepped forward with a bored sigh, leaning his hands on the desk to get a better view of the screen.

The picture was of the front door, the surroundings dark. At first Gerard couldn't see what was possibly so interesting, but then a figure came into view. Gerard frowned and leaned closer, watching the person tiptoe to the front door and sink to their knees. They had a female physique, but short hair.

"Is that...?"

"Jamia." Mikey nodded, Gerard frowning as he watched the girl on the screen lean against the door. The image was of her back so Gerard couldn't see what she was doing, though she remained by the door for a long while. Sometimes her hands moved frantically, as if she was in deep conversation with the door or something. She stayed for what felt like forever to Gerard, watching her in confusion, but then eventually she moved slowly away from the door and began to make her way down the drive, out of the cameras shot.

"What was she doing?" Gerard asked softly as Mikey switched the screen back to the live view.

"I don't know." Mikey admitted softly, turning his chair to look at his brother. "But I get the feeling Frank will have something to do with it." He said gently, knowing that he was going to piss Gerard off by saying it but it was true.