Nightmares

Summary: Mikey Way is having nightmares leading to catastrophic consequences with the band, Gerard sets out to cheer him up

Disclaimer: I don't own MCR, if I did, I would rule the world…

Warnings: MMMMM

Parings: Waycest, implied Frikey/ Frerard

Music: Devils Carnival Soundtrack, Danger Days, Immortal Shadows

Author's Note: Katia, this is for you, the lucky one who shares her birthday with Gerard Way. Happy 16th birthday BITCH!

Prolouge- It's just a state of mind-Gerard's POV

AN This will be the only chapter from Gerard's POV, I have one written from Mikey's POV and the rest are in 3rd person

I will never understand my little brother; he's the kind of guy who's completely mad one minute (normally putting metal objects in toasters or watching unicorn films) and the next he's sobbing into Frankie's shoulder.

That night was one of the worst I've ever seen him. The gig was good, don't get me wrong, he played his heart out, I sung my heart out. We always do. Mikey looked amazing, freshly dyed, jet black hair hung in his eyes as he ripped out smooth strings of notes, mixing with Frank's sweet chords, joining with Ray's stream of music and finally being lifted by my vocals. Needless to say the crowd loved every moment of it.

And then there was the kiss… I can't say I don't like it when Frankie kisses me; it's always so warm and really helps me keep the energy going. You'd think by now that the others would be used to it. Well, Ray is, but Ray doesn't count. Mikey stares every time we kiss, but then again, he's the only one who knows that I had a crush on Frank, but that was years ago.

That night Mikey stared for longer than usual, he missed notes, something that my brother is almost scared to do. I danced over to him, lyrics stopping for a moment for one of Frank and Ray's epic solos. I kicked him in the shin and hissed 'Play' as loudly as I dared with the mic. still near my lips.

Then the gig finished and we went back to the bus. We were all too pumped to sleep, Frank and Ray sat on the sofas, playing on their PSPs and chatting like a pair of old women. I went to my bunk, flipping through an old comic book and Mikey went to the bunk beneath mine and curled up with his iPod.