Frerard One Shots

My Hero

Frank opened the door. A hurried knock emmiting from the other side. He didn't bother to check who it was, if anyone tried to mess with him he could easily deal with them. But he wasn't expecting him to show up.

As Frank pulled the door open, he saw a face of which he never attached to pleasent memories. Stepping back a little, he went to close the door before he was stopped.

"Please." The man begged. "I didn't know where else to go."

Frank only just noticed that the man was covered in blood, fear shivering in the man's hazel eyes, and hunt he'd over in posture. As though he was covering a wound. Which, by Frank's theory was true.

"Too bad. Go away." Frank snapped.

"I don't know anyone else I can trust." the man croaked out.

Immediately afterwards, the man collapsed forward. Frank's body surging in the direction in order to catch the man.

"Well isn't this ironic?" Frank muttered to himself. "The villain having to save the hero."

He picked up the man bridal style, slamming the door closed with his foot after he had turned around. What was he supposed to do?

Frank carefully placed the taller man on his sofa. Lifting his shirt up. He was cut up pretty badly. By Frank's guess, it was a machete. They weren't as deep as they seemed, Frank deduced by prodding the wound.

After he had patched the hero up, he went to the kitchen. Making coffee. He didn't know how long the unconscious man on his sofa would be out for and he didn't want to miss him waking up. Tip toeing into the living room again, he sat on an opposing seat.

Letting the low rumble of the TV play in the background. Half paying attention to the news.

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A few hours later, Frank began drifting off. Before he heard a cough and a groan. Standing up quickly, he rushed over to the side of the hero. Adjusting his pillow to make him comfortable. The tall man's eyes fluttered open lightly, looking up in confusion before recognising the other man.

Sitting up suddenly, he groaned in pain. Making Frank guide him back down into a lying position.

"What happened?" Frank demanded.

"Where am I?"

"At my house. I don't know how you got here or why so tell me."

Another groan emmited from the hero. Making the villain soften slightly.

"Listen, if I was gonna hurt you, would have already happened. Right now I'm only mildly pissed off and I'm not sure it's directed at you. So do you want to tell me who did this?" Frank said softly.

The hero visuably relaxed slightly. Closing his eyes for a second before looking back at the smaller man.

Frank didn't know how to talk to people. He didn't like talking to people. Not often caring what the other had to say. Except for now.

He wanted to know who did this to his hero. He wanted to punish that person.

"It was some random robbery. Well I thought it was, these people came out of nowhere and they all had massive machetes. I took down all of them I think. But one of them got away after they stabbed me." the Hero said.

"Did you see there faces?" Frank pressed.

"Not very well but yeah, if I saw them again I would know."

Frank muttered to himself. Hushed curses flying from his lips. He leant down over the hero carefully. Face to face with the taller man, he wanted to comfort him.