Alchemy
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,118
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Angels
Title: Alchemy, Part 17: Angels
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Loose ends falling into place.
Author's Note: Gerard's POV, 1st person.
"Frankie?"
My head jerks up from where I was looking down at Frankie's tiny little hand in mine. Mikey's standing there, not wearing his glasses, his eyes moving from me to Frankie and back again.
Poor baby, he looks like he's about to cry. Even as near-sighted as he is, he can tell that I'm holding Frankie's hand. I can see in his face that he's thinking the wrong thing.
I let go of Frankie's hand and hold it out to Mikey. "Mikey .... can we talk?"
He looks scared, then nods reluctantly, sitting down by Frankie. His lower lip is trembling, and it's pretty certain he's about to burst into tears and he's barely holding them back. Damn. The last thing I want is to make Mikey cry. Again.
Frankie takes both of Mikey's hands in his, leaning over to kiss him. It hurts to watch, but I can't look away. I've got to get used to seeing the two of them together.
"Mikey, it's okay." Frankie's voice is so soft, I can hear the love in it. "We were just talking. That's all."
I slide down off the seat, onto the floor, and move over until I'm literally kneeling in front of Mikey. I don't say anything, just rest my head on his knees. I don't have anything to say. Nothing can make up for hurting him the way I did.
I don't even have the words to ask for his forgiveness. All I can do is pray that he loves me enough to know that I'm more sorry than I've ever been for anything in my life. And that I'll never, never hurt him like that again.
I wish I could stop crying. I'm doing that way too much lately.
Mikey's hand is on my hair, his voice is soft and full of emotion. "Gee .... don't cry, please. Shhhh, I love you. It's okay. Really."
But I can't stop. I'm not just crying because I hit my baby brother, or because I've lost the one guy I've ever really loved. I'm crying for everything that's ever hurt me, or hurt them. It's like by doing this, I'm giving Frankie to him. I'm letting it all go, cleansing away all the pain any of us have caused each other so we can all start over.
I don't know how long I sit there with my face against his thighs and him stroking my hair. It's probably not all that long. But neither of them say a word. I can feel Frankie's hand slipping into mine again. I know it's his hand. I know how his skin feels. I'll always remember what his touch feels like. There'll never be another touch like that, ever.
Even after the tears are spent, I just keep my face on Mikey's lap. He finally puts a hand under my chin and raises my face, his soft fingertips brushing away the tears on my cheeks before he leans down and kisses my forehead.
And that one simple gesture makes it all okay. We're all burned from this, and those wounds are going to take a while to heal. But we'll get there.
We might not ever be what we were. But maybe we'll all be stronger for this.
They're the two people I love most in the world. They belong together. And I'm lucky enough for them to both love me.
I look at Frankie's hand in mine. That's not really where it belongs. Not any more.
I can't meet their eyes. Even though I know they're looking at me with affection, it's not something I can deal with right now. Shit, I don't want to cry again. It's time for me to start being strong enough to stand on my own.
I reach over to take Mikey's hand, then put Frankie's hand in his, bringing them together and watching them twine their fingers with each other's. I don't raise my head, just studying their hands clasped so tightly together.
Together. Like they always should have been.
It hurts. It hurts like hell to give him up. But it won't always hurt this bad. And we'll always love each other. Maybe not in the way I want, but he'll always be there for me, and me for him.
I'm setting my angel free. And tonight onstage, he'll fly.
My wings might be broken now, but one day I'll fly again too.
Author: ChemicalMuse
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Loose ends falling into place.
Author's Note: Gerard's POV, 1st person.
"Frankie?"
My head jerks up from where I was looking down at Frankie's tiny little hand in mine. Mikey's standing there, not wearing his glasses, his eyes moving from me to Frankie and back again.
Poor baby, he looks like he's about to cry. Even as near-sighted as he is, he can tell that I'm holding Frankie's hand. I can see in his face that he's thinking the wrong thing.
I let go of Frankie's hand and hold it out to Mikey. "Mikey .... can we talk?"
He looks scared, then nods reluctantly, sitting down by Frankie. His lower lip is trembling, and it's pretty certain he's about to burst into tears and he's barely holding them back. Damn. The last thing I want is to make Mikey cry. Again.
Frankie takes both of Mikey's hands in his, leaning over to kiss him. It hurts to watch, but I can't look away. I've got to get used to seeing the two of them together.
"Mikey, it's okay." Frankie's voice is so soft, I can hear the love in it. "We were just talking. That's all."
I slide down off the seat, onto the floor, and move over until I'm literally kneeling in front of Mikey. I don't say anything, just rest my head on his knees. I don't have anything to say. Nothing can make up for hurting him the way I did.
I don't even have the words to ask for his forgiveness. All I can do is pray that he loves me enough to know that I'm more sorry than I've ever been for anything in my life. And that I'll never, never hurt him like that again.
I wish I could stop crying. I'm doing that way too much lately.
Mikey's hand is on my hair, his voice is soft and full of emotion. "Gee .... don't cry, please. Shhhh, I love you. It's okay. Really."
But I can't stop. I'm not just crying because I hit my baby brother, or because I've lost the one guy I've ever really loved. I'm crying for everything that's ever hurt me, or hurt them. It's like by doing this, I'm giving Frankie to him. I'm letting it all go, cleansing away all the pain any of us have caused each other so we can all start over.
I don't know how long I sit there with my face against his thighs and him stroking my hair. It's probably not all that long. But neither of them say a word. I can feel Frankie's hand slipping into mine again. I know it's his hand. I know how his skin feels. I'll always remember what his touch feels like. There'll never be another touch like that, ever.
Even after the tears are spent, I just keep my face on Mikey's lap. He finally puts a hand under my chin and raises my face, his soft fingertips brushing away the tears on my cheeks before he leans down and kisses my forehead.
And that one simple gesture makes it all okay. We're all burned from this, and those wounds are going to take a while to heal. But we'll get there.
We might not ever be what we were. But maybe we'll all be stronger for this.
They're the two people I love most in the world. They belong together. And I'm lucky enough for them to both love me.
I look at Frankie's hand in mine. That's not really where it belongs. Not any more.
I can't meet their eyes. Even though I know they're looking at me with affection, it's not something I can deal with right now. Shit, I don't want to cry again. It's time for me to start being strong enough to stand on my own.
I reach over to take Mikey's hand, then put Frankie's hand in his, bringing them together and watching them twine their fingers with each other's. I don't raise my head, just studying their hands clasped so tightly together.
Together. Like they always should have been.
It hurts. It hurts like hell to give him up. But it won't always hurt this bad. And we'll always love each other. Maybe not in the way I want, but he'll always be there for me, and me for him.
I'm setting my angel free. And tonight onstage, he'll fly.
My wings might be broken now, but one day I'll fly again too.