The End. ~Frerard~

Feels like home

"Gerard, wha-what are you taking about?" he sniffled

"Frank! tell me" Gerard exclaimed.

"Lindsey!" Frank called to her. she looked up. "help?" she nodded and walked over.

"who? who are you?" Gerard questioned.

"good evening sir, I am your nurse, Lindsey. I was taking care of you while you were in a coma. there was an incident on the battle field and you seemed to take the most damage."

Gerard sputtered. "Coma?" he asked in disbelief.

"yes sir. shot right in the head. you seem to be recovering nicely though." Lindsey seemed like she knew what she was doing. Frank got up and left, still in shock. sure he'd heard of people with dissociative identity disorder but he'd never believed that it existed. he thought the government just came up with some disorder to scare the people into listening to them. 

Frank walked away from the building and towards the cabins. he needed to find Brendon. 

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"he's up?!" Brendon jumped off his bed.

"yea, he's up." 

"we need to go see him!"

"he's not the same."

"sure he is! I know Gerard. he wouldn't change." 

Frank sighed. "he has multiple personalities now." 

Brendons smile dropped. "he what?"

"has multiple personalities. so far I've only met two. him and some mean persona. I don't know how many personas he has." 

"I still want to see him," Brendon pushed. "even if he's not the same, I want to see him. I want him to know I care and that I'm there for him, even if he's different now." 

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"you left." Gerard said quietly once the door opened.

"how did you know it was me?" Frank asked as he walked in, Brendon hot on his heels.

Gerard scoffed. "I know things Frank." Gerards gaze was fixated on the window leading outside. the moonlight glimmering on the wet grass. "I just don't know when I'll get better." He looked to Frank and Brendon. "hi Bren." he attempted a smile. it ended up as a wonky grimace. 

"hi Gee," Brendon smiled. "how've you been?" 

"I could be better but at least I'm alive." a weird noise escaped his mouth. he was chuckling- or trying to anyway. his speech was slurred and it was hard to tell what he was saying but the boys made out as much as they could and pieced together some sentences.

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"Gee I've missed you so much" Frank confessed once Brendon had left. 

"I didn't even realize I was gone. I remember you were there though, wherever I was. I remember us ice skating that winter. you were reminding me. I remember. I remember much more now." Frank smiled at the beautiful boy laying in front of him. 

"yea. I made sure Lindsey didn't drug you." Frank chucked. 

Gerard 'smiled' and looked over Franks entire face, taking in every freckle and flaw as if it would disappear tomorrow. he wanted to memorize Frank more than he already had. 

"I remember why I love you so much" Gerard whispered. Frank froze. "I love you Frank" he said it so clearly yet so quietly. Frank- well Frank didn't know how to feel. he had one idea in mind and had nothing better to say so he leaned over and very gently planted a kiss on Gerards lips.

Gerard smiled. "if I tell you this you're going to hate me," he said closing his eyes. 

"hating you is impossible Gee." Frank whispered.

"oh yea?" 

"yeah"

"well, I didn't feel that kiss at all." Gerard smiled.

Frank thought for a minute. then he said, "well, maybe it isn't impossible after all." they broke into a fit of laughter. 

once their laughter died down, Frank grabbed Gerards hand again. 

"you really don't feel that?" Frank asked, embracing Gerards hand in his own. Gerard looked down at their hands. 

"no I- I don't. I really want to, but I just, don't." he looked back at Frank who was rubbing circles into his hand. 

"what about," Frank moved his hand to Gerards cheek, "this?" Gerard smiled with tears brimming his eyes. 

"I feel the warmth, not the feeling of your hand." he said leaning into Franks touch. Frank moved his other hand from Gerards hand to his hair and brushed it out of his face. 

"its okay," he said smiling. "recovery will take time, but you'll feel me eventually." he comforted and kissed his forehead.  

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(so this jump is a couple months)

Frank grabbed Gerards hands and helped him stand. he was wobbly at first but he was soon able to walk with little to no assistance. 

Frank hugged him. "how does it feel?" he breathed in all of Gerard.

"in your arms?" Gerard rested his head against the top of Franks, "it feels like home." he kissed Franks head. 

"you're doing so well! I'm so proud of you." Frank smiled, looking up. Gerard looked down and pecked his nose. "I love you so much," he leaned into Gerard and their lips met.

"woah! no PDA in the lobby please!" Lindsey exclaimed as she walked in. the boys pulled away laughing.

"ever heard of knocking Ballato?" Gerard asked, never looking away from Frank, who had begun to plant kisses all over Gerard. 

"yea, and we aren't even in the lobby" Frank said between kisses that he'd left all over Gerards face.

"yea yea whatever lovebirds" she chuckled to herself.

Gerard got an idea. he pushed Frank onto the bed and hovered over him. something clicked inside of him. "keep testing me Ballato and this birds will be making love very soon" he began to trace his tongue against the length of Franks neck. Frank on the other hand flushed. Gerard had totally taken him by surprise. he'd never seen this side of Gerard. he didn't even know it existed.

"is this a new-new persona I-im not aw-aware of?" Frank stuttered stupidly and blushed madly. he was redder than the cross on Lindseys uniform.

"thats for me to taunt you with and you to figure out baby" he smirked and kissed Frank roughly. 

"okAY OKAY IM LEAVING SHEESH!" Lindsey yelled. she did as she said she would and left Frank alone with a ruggedly handsome man who, at the moment, had no self control.

"Gerard we can't just-we can't just do it in a hospital room!" Frank tried telling Gerard but he was too busy prepping a good spot for a hickey.

"yea we can! its totally clean and sterile! we'll be fine" Gerard looked at Frank with hooded eyes. "c'mon Frankie, you just gotta, loosen up!" he then resumed making a hickey on Franks pale neck.

"Gerard I-aah" Frank forgot all of the 988,968 words that make up the English language and decided its best if Gerard took control. its okay to do it in a hospital bed, right?

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