THIS IS NOT MINE. BY CHIMNEYTHUNDER ON AO3. It's 2011 and Frank Iero's life is pretty average until the night where he starts getting dreams about a strange, apocalyptic California where there's rayguns, grey corporations and terrorists who use art and colour as a weapon. Interesting and fun at first, but the more he dreams about this world, the more he starts to wonder if it really is a dream... and the deeper he gets into this futuristic world, the more it seems to affect his life in the present day. And just how exactly does everything all seem to link in with that douchebag black-haired artist who sits in Starbucks every day? (Set in the Danger Days world but not necessarily following the cannon established by the album and music video's.)

~AU~ Set in the 1960's~ <Basically this fic is set in an alternate 1960's, where race is not an issue- but sexual orientation is. Just if there's any confusion> Frank Iero, is a struggling musician dealing with the rejection from his family, as well as his recent personal discovery. He meets Gerard Way, a writer under a pseudonym- with a great taste in suits, and a deep secret to tell. He's struggled just as much as Frank, but he's used to bottling it up. The enter into a life-changing situation, one that they know is worth fighting for. One worth dying for...

~HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. CHECK OUT BORN TO LOSE 2.0---- The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions it was hard for Gerard to distinguish whether the boy was doing this out of anger or sadness, "Go away," the words were laced with venom but they also shook with emotion so strong that Gerard wanted to cry as well.

Frank Iero. Outcast, freak, nobody. Been through trauma most people wouldn't dream of. At the age of 18, he roams the streets of his city in search of a purpose. That purpose comes in the unexpected form of twenty-two-year-old Gerard Way, who's fighting outside of a women's strip bar when he clearly swings the other way. The two bond quickly over their situations and find that maybe, just maybe, they can find comfort in each other's pain.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Frank Iero is a fuck up. He hates his life, he hates his school, he hates his mom, and he's determined to leave, starting a new, happier life. He's tried for years, but can never escape for more than a few days. He's simply another delinquent runaway. But he meets someone new; someone unlike anyone he's ever met before that seems to care about him. His name is Gerard. After turning Frank in, he must regain his trust and try to help him. But can he make an affect on Frank's life in time, or will he push Gerard away and do the unthinkable?