Frerard OneShots (finished)

XXVII - Space-Jail

[Ive waited so long to uploading this holy shit anyway enjoú and happy spooky season]

I sigh, slumping back against the wall while my cuffed hands lay in my lap.

"What were you thinking?" Gerard yells at me, pacing up and down in the small cell. My eyes follow him the whole time. "We could have died!"

"But we didn't," I point out, "and, she was being rude, what else should I have done in your opinion? Just let her insult me?" I defend.

Gerard looks at me as if he can't believe that I sit in front of him. "You told the Mozdgor Queen to 'go fuck herself', Frank! No wonder we're in space-jail now," he deadpans, "sometimes, it'd be better if you just shut your damn pie hole."

Glaring up at him, I huff out a breath. "You could've helped me, you know?"

"How, Franklin? Kill the guards like you did?"

I shrug. "Yes."

"I wanna punch you," he simply answers, then sits down on the opposite wall of the cell. He stretches his legs out and lets his hands fall into his lap, mimicking my actions.

Leaving him some space, I keep quiet and let us both calm down. It surprises me when he speaks up first. "I never thought I'd end up in space-jail with you of all people."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I mean," he pauses for a second, not looking at me, "we haven't seen each other for at least three months."

Blinking a few times, I stare blankly at him. "Gerard, it's been fifteen years."

"Oh." He pauses again. "Well."

I frown at him. "You really didn't notice the time passing by, did you?"

Gerard sighs. "Frank, time passes by differently on Luminar-6. For me, it has been around five months. For you, well, fifteen years. Wait, fifteen years?"

I nod slowly, oblivious as to what he means.

"That means you're-you're twenty-five now?" He stutters.

"You could've guessed that, right? I don't look like a ten-year-old anymore, do I?" I sass, a bit offended by his words.

"Holy fuck," Gerard runs a hand through his bright, red hair, just now realizing everything, "you're an adult now."

"Not a particularly good one, but yes, an adult nevertheless," I shrug, trying to act nonchalant even though adulthood freaks me the fuck out.

"You-you were like, 4'4'' when I last saw you," he looked me up and down, "but then again, that didn't change that much."

Letting out an offended gasp, I put my hand on my chest, "wow, rude."

The cell door opens and both our heads snap up when a Mozdgor stands in the doorway. "Out, now," they demand, a lance in their hand.

Gerard stands up immediately, but I am reluctant. He stops in the doorway and looks at me, nodding into the Mozdgor's direction, "come on, Frank. We have to go."

Hesitantly, I get up and follow the Mozdgor. We get to a colosseum, the cuffs on my hands tightening. "What happens now?" I ask, stopping in my tracks.

"Your execution," the Mozdgor answers simply, their expression stone-cold.

"E-e-execution?" My fight-or-flight instinct kicks in but another guard grabs my shoulder, pushing me forward. "Why?!" I yell, turning around, "Gee!"