James Cameron Got it Wrong // Frerard
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture4 h 38 min
Dernière publication ven., févr. 12, 2016
In which 2005 Frank is seduced by his future self. Then the really weird shit starts.
"Gerard." Frank warns, raising his voice. "Tell me. What the fuck happened?"
"Don't you get it? The machine." Gerard stares at him, eyes wide and manic. "It brought back the wrong Frank."
"I'm in the future?" Frank asks, already knowing the answer, but needing to fucking hear it, goddamnit. He steps closer to the red-haired Gerard. "Gee, what year is it?"
"It's 2019."
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DISCLAIMER: this is not my story. this is originally written by ladyfoxxx on livejournal. enjoy!!
ALSO: cover is not mine, it was created by tumblr user kirsty2703
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