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Gerard Way, a grieving teenager, hears a name in the hospital. And at the time, that's all it was: a name. But little did he know the importance that name would carry. TW: suicidal thoughts, death, self harm, depression, mentions of alcoholism

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

Gerard Way sees the world differently. Alone and institutionalised, Gerard claims that he is being hunted, and that his mind holds the key to existence. Does Gerard really hold such a powerful secret? Or is he just insane like everyone else in the institution?

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he could muster. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy like this was doing in his bed. "What am I doing in your apartment? What are YOU doing in my apartment?" He said, backing away more, clearly scared of Gerard. "No, no, no, no," Gerard shook his hands, starting to get annoyed, "THIS is MY apartment. I'm paying for it." He said in a way you'd talk to someone from the moon. "And so do I!" the guy snapped, "you better get the fuck out or I'm calling the cops." ꧁ꕥ꧂ Or where two people, one more different than the other, are forced to live together after being scammed.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.