Hamilton and Ian never expected their "F. You" band routine to get such results. What was just a harmless show of rebellion at their concert is turning into something far too complex for them to imagine. AU/Slash (Yaoi).
I don't own the 39 Clues OR My Chemical Romance's song I'm Not Okay (I Promise) or Mama though you haaaavveee to check them both out. I did get the idea of this fanfic from them, so, props to them! Long story short, I'm not making any cash off of this fanfiction. :)
"Come ON, Ned, it's a simply G, D, F chord followed by this strumming pattern," Hamilton said, pointing to the boy's guitar and making hand motions in the air. "Our next show is tomorrow and we seriously need to get this down."
Ned nodded, his auburn hair falling casually into his eyes. "Got it." He wailed on the guitar for a few seconds, earning a whoop of appreciation from his brother Ted.
"Rock on, bro," Ted chuckled, putting up a mock 'rock and roll' hand gesture as he bobbed his head to the beat of whatever song was blasting through his huge blue headphones, pounding away at his keyboard.
"Like, totally," Ned fired back, crossing his eyes and flipping a peace sign Ted's way.
Jonah cracked up from where he was seated behind his drum set and yelled, "Are you guys making fun of me?!"
Hamilton laughed at his friends' antic before turning to the microphone and rolling his eyes at Ian, who was standing to his right with his fiery red bass guitar. The usually prim and proper teen was looking positively wild with black eyeliner staining the rims of his eyes and his hair spiked up with red tips at the top. His ear had one pierce at the very top where a single black diamond stud resided, sparkling devilishly, much like Ian's eyes.
"Bloody brilliant, you fools, now let's get it on!" Ian exclaimed in his British accent, smirking at his use of wording.
"That's what she said," Ted muttered, stifling a laugh as he took his place at Hamilton's right, the keyboard slung over his one shoulder. Hamilton waved his hand at Ned to signal the start of the song they were covering for their show tomorrow.
The first few notes of the song were let loose and the effect was immediate. Ian, Jonah, and Ted howled as they cheered. Hamilton grinned into his microphone as the song started.
"WAIT - I'M HERE! DON'T START WITHOUT ME!" a voice yelled as someone barged into concert room that they were practicing in. "Don't start without me," Dan Cahill panted as he dropped his duffel bad at the bottom of the stage, pulling out a can of hot pink spray paint.
"Finally!" The entire band chorused, along with the people who were milling around in the back getting the stage together. Dan winced, shoving the can into his hoodie pocket and grabbing the microphone.
"Oh, get over it and drop the beat already." Dan rolled his eyes and shoulders to get ready for the song. Hamilton grinned and the song started up again. Jonah started up the beat on his drums. Ian, Ned, and Ted played their instruments for a few seconds before Ham came in.
"Well, if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say!" Hamilton sang. Dan and Ian backed him up into their own mics, Dan prancing around the stage like an idiot, jumping around and shaking his shaggy hair and doing cartwheels with his microphone in hand when he wasn't required to sing. "I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way!"
They sang the song with only a few minor errors, and as soon as the last "not okay" was done, Hamilton screamed into the mic. "Do you think they'll love us!?" he shouted into it, earning laughs from his fellow band members.
"A'course," Ian said, running up behind Hamilton and throwing his arms around his shoulders in a strangling hug. "It's us and a MCR song, how could they not love us? We're totally gonna blow those fans away."
"Gerrof me!" Hamilton yelped, turning around and throwing off the smaller boy who hit the ground with a thud, though saving his bass from hitting the ground. "And yeah, we so are. This Cover Contest was a breeze."
"That's what you geeetttt!" Dan yelled from...somewhere.
"Up there, guys," Ted laughed, pointing to the ceiling.
Dan was standing on the cat-walk, being propelled down by a rope he had somehow hooked up. "So where are we gonna do our signature?"
Jonah pointed at a big white expanse of wood covering the entire back of the stage. "Pretty awesome, huh?"
"Totally!" Dan exclaimed, untangling himself from the rope and pulling out his spray can again. He got to work labeling their work space like they always did during their shows.
"So what song next?" Ned asked, playing with the strap on his guitar.
"How about Drag Me Down?" Hamilton suggested, turning to look at Ian who was staring at Ted. Ted was absent mindedly fluffing his hair as he made a face at Jonah.
"What!?" he defended when he noticed everyone looking at him. "The new haircut's getting some getting used to."
Ted had recently gotten a new haircut in an urge to separate himself from his brother. One side of his head was pretty much entirely shaved while on the top and other side it fell over the side and into his big blue eyes. The roots were purposely dyed green as well, just to be strange. When asked in all the interviews, Ted simply said it was, "because he felt like it". And unsurprisingly, no one questioned him.
"Of course it is," Ian said, breaking the silence that followed. "Anyway, let's start the song!"
"Good idea! Dan, you wanna practice or what?' Hamilton called up to their wild blonde friend.
"PRACTICE!" Dan hollered, even though the boys were no more than a few yards away from the bleachers he was standing on. "And then we gotta test our pyro."
"Totally!" Ted and Ned agreed in unison.
"One, two, one, two, three, four!" Hamilton counted out with Jonah.
~lovelovelove~
"I'm dying," Dan panted at the end of the rehearsal, his head laying on his duffel bag and his legs splayed out.
"We all are, dawg," Jonah gasped out after he finished chugging an entire water bottle. "That routine is some intense stuff."
"Blame those two." Ted pointed at Hamilton and Ian who were having a poke war at the edge of the stage.
Ian yelped as he nearly fell off, grabbing Hamilton's arm and yelling, "Don't blame us! We all agreed to the pyro! And the dancing is your fault!"
"Yeah!" Hamilton agreed, helping Ian up. "And besides, you'll be having too much fun to complain tomorrow night. We had to get a practice in and you all know it!"
"Fair enough," Ned mumbled, face down on the stage floor with his face in his hands. "But why are you two the only ones who aren't dying?"
Hamilton shrugged, grinning. "I don't know! I guess I'm just so hot it doesn't even bother me anymore!" He flexed his arm for good measure, making Ian burst out in peals of laughter.
"Sure you are! And Dan's going into body-building," Ian snorted sarcastically, running a hand through his hair.
"Hey!" Dan exclaimed, sitting up and glaring at Ian good-naturedly. "Don't diss my muscles!"
"What muscles?" Ted and Ned muttered simultaneously.
Dan slumped his shoulders and howled, "Ow, the pain! The PAIN! I'll never be able to get over that one." His voice was laced with sarcasm.
Ian rolled his eyes and picked up his phone, which had started ringing. As soon as he saw the caller ID, his face paled. The band exchanged nervous looks. It could only be one person.
"Hello?" Ian said into the phone, holding it a good few inches away from his ear. A harsh female voice spoke from the other end.
"You should know that I'm coming to the concert tomorrow to see you play. I haven't yet been to one of your concerts, though from the news articles, it seems as though your little rag-tag group of losers has generated quite the audience and quite the reputation. Don't disappoint and don't embarrass yourselves."
Ian's mother cut the phone call with a small smooching sound at the end. Hamilton shuddered, practically feeling the cold gaze of Isabel Kabra on him just from hearing her voice.
"She's coming tomorrow?" Jonah asked, raising his eyebrows in shock.
Ian nodded, eyes blazing with fire. "Yeah, she is."
There was a short silence as the news sank in. Dan cursed loudly and kicked a spare box that was lying on the stage.
"So what are we gonna do?" Ned asked, poking at his guitar's strings.
Ian looked up at everyone, a satisfied smirk set on his face. "You know her homophobic tendencies? We're gonna give her something to get mad about."
Hamilton, Dan, and the rest of the band gave each other confused looks. The tall blond shook his head and said, "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, are you okay with a song change?"
Everyone nodded, eager to hear of the Kabra boy's genius new plan. He was known for having good ideas.
Ian leaned forward and whispered the plan in their ears, earning a grin from Hamilton.
~lovelovelove~
"So you think you're ready, dude?" Jonah asked, leaning against the doorway of Hamilton's dressing room. "For what's about to go down and how everyone's gonna receive this?"
Hamilton shrugged and looked himself in the mirror, satisfied with how he looked at last. The entire band's aura was dark and slightly punk, and the guys' appearances only added to the effect. His blue eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, just like Dan and Ian did. He wore a leather jacket open to a deep purple shirt and gray skinny jeans. "Since when have I ever given a damn about how other people felt about me?"
Jonah chuckled and flicked the chain that was hanging off his baggy black pants. He had a black bowler hat placed haphazardly on his head giving him a slightly shady look. "Too true. I just had to check though. I wouldn't want any..." his eyes gleamed mischievously, "...any emotional trauma."
"What do you mean by that?" Ham asked, turning to look directly at his drummer.
The twenty-year-old shrugged and said, "Look, all I'm saying is that I've seen stuff like this happen before."
Hamilton glared and bumped Jonah out-of-the-way to get into the hall which led to the stage. He was always acting all high and mighty because he was the oldest in the group.
The other guys were just poking their heads out as well. Dan was playing patty-cake with Ned and Ted, an odd before show ritual they had taken to a few months back. Ian waltzed up the Jonah and Hamilton, flashing his normal charming grin. He looked as nuts as he always did before a show, but today his deep red shirt had the worlds, "To Hell With You!" spray painted in white.
"You ready?" He asked with a smirk.
Hamilton nodded, though he was suddenly feeling a bit nervous. Keeping up his tough image he said, "Duh. Nothing's gonna phase me. Nothing."
"Even - " Ian started, though he was cut off by Jonah's barking laugh.
"I really don't need a repeat of what the two of you are gonna do during tonight's concert." Jonah grimaced. "I support the show of screwing with haters, but please, let's save the fire for the stage."
Ian and Hamilton looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"Guys, time to go!" Ned called from down the hall, his guitar slung over his back.
Picking up his bass, Ian followed the three other guys, leaving just Jonah and Hamilton.
"Let's go," Hamilton said. Jonah grinned and waved his drumsticks in the air.
~lovelovelove~
The six men waited outside the curtain, hearing the cheers and applause and screams. At once, Hamilton was filled with the familiar sense of utter perfection. These people were here to hear his band play. To see his band jump around and have fun. To hear his music. The absolute happiness made him grin like an idiot.
"And here for the Cover Concert on their tour, welcome, Clue 39!" the announcer yelled.
"You're up! Have fun!" Nellie, Dan's guardian and the group's manager, exclaimed as she give them a push.
They ran cheering onto the stage, the lights slightly blinding as Hamilton took his place in the center with his trusty microphone.
"Philadelphia!" he crowed to the crowd, pumping his fists in the air. "Are you ready to rock!?"
The crowd screamed in response, waving their arms. A few rows back someone fainted, causing the paramedics to rush in. Fans cheered the lyrics of songs before he even started singing.
Hamilton grinned at Ian who was pointing at the front row grimly. He veered his gaze down and saw the devil incarnate herself staring up at them with a smirk on her perfect face. He glowered for a second before turning back to the audience and shouting, "So, first, let us... introduce ourselves."
The fans let out a roar of applause which about doubled the noise of the outdoor arena.
"I'm Jonah!" Jonah bowed and tipped his hat classily.
"Ned!" Ned nodded and grinned cheekily.
"Ted!" Ted flipped his newly fluffy hair and pointed at a sign that read, "I'm Starling-Struck!"
"Hamilton!" Hamilton hummed a note of one of their songs into the mic.
"Ian!" Ian winked and shredded a few notes on his bass.
"And I'm DAN! Are you ready for - " He yelled with the fans, "CLUE 39!?"
Girls and guys alike screaming, Jonah yelled, "One, two, one, two, three, four!" and the group launched into one of their songs.
Notes escaped Hamilton's lips effortlessly as he head banged to the beat of one of their more aggressive songs. He listened to crowd cheered, singing and yelling and occasionally screaming in perfect harmony with Ian and Dan who were his two backup vocals. The guys killed the crowd with their playing, Jonah's sick beat keeping pace and Ned's guitar highlighting the effects. Ted pounded on his keyboard and lit up the stage with his presence.
Forty-five minutes into the show, after their tenth song, the guys stopped to catch their breath. "So," Hamilton breathed into the microphone. "You guys havin' fun out there?"
Screams and cheers of, "COVER, COVER, COVER, COVER!" floated through the air and reverberated around the band.
Hamilton chuckled as Dan took the mic. "About this cover contest... we had a song prepared..." He shrugged. "But we scrapped it."
Good natured boos filled the stadium as their fans laughed along with Dan's play.
He continued, a grin lighting up his face, "Because we came up with a better one to do!" The crowd roared.
Dan tossed the mic to Ted who grabbed it and yelled into it, "Everyone ready to hear Mama by MCR?!"
Apparently many of their fans were fans of My Chemical Romance, as most of the stadium began cheering and falling over each other to get closer to the front.
"I'll take that as a yes," Ian purred into the mic. "I'd like to dedicate this special performance to my dear, darling mother Isabel." His eyes gleamed cat-like as the guys got into place for the song.
"Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. I'm writing this letter and wishing you well. Mama, we all go to hell," Hamilton crooned into the microphone, starting out with a lower, softer, taunting voice. Ian and the band began to get very into the song.
"Oh, well, now, Mama, we're all gonna die! Mama, we're all gonna die! Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry! Mama, we're all gonna die!" Dan yelled something that Hamilton could hear over the silent mic. "And we're gonna love it!"
" And when we go, don't blame us, yeah! We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah!" A blast of hot red fire shot into the air via the machines on the stage.
"You made us oh-so-famous! We'll never let you go!" Dan sang as he began to spray paint the wall for their signature at the end.
Ian stepped up and sang, "And when you go don't return to me, my love."
"Mama, we're all full of lies," Ned and Ted sang in unison, both leaning towards their shared mic. "Mama, we're meant for the flies."
"And right now, they're building a coffin your size! Mama we're all full of lies!" Dan sang. The drawing he was working on was beginning to take form in shades of black, red, pink, blue, and dark purple.
Hamilton sang in a ravaged voice with Ian, "Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue. You should've raised a baby-girl! I should have been a better son!"
Ian grinned at the applauding audience and Hamilton knew he was thinking of his sister Natalie who was practically perfect in every way, as far as their mother was concerned.
"If you could coddle the infection they could amputate at once! You should have been, I should have been a better son!" Ian sang by himself, his voice a perfectly tuned instrument.
The next part was sang by everyone, even Dan, who was still hard at work on his masterpiece. "And when we go don't blame us, yeah. We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah! You made us oh-so-famous. We'll never let you go!" Another plume of smoke arched across the stage.
Then Ian again, the lyrics sending a haunted shiver down Hamilton's back, "She said: 'You ain't no son of mine for what you've done they're gonna find a place for you! And just you mind your manners when you go. And when you go don't return to me my love!"
"That's right!" Hamilton cut in before singing with Dan, "Mama we all go to hell! Mama we all go to hell! It's really quite pleasant, except for the smell! Mama we all go to hell!"
His voice was nearly delirious with a twisted emotion he didn't recognize as his own. The fans were eating it up - Clue 39 was a rock band not a boy band, so this kind of music was to be expected, but even then this song was testing the waters of their fans.
"Two, Three, Four!" Dan shrieked into the microphone, sounding just as deranged as Hamilton had.
Ian grabbed the mic from the stand and screamed, "Mama, Mama, Mama! Oohh! Mama, Mama, Mama! Ma-!" Then his voice turned sickeningly sweet as he sang, "And if you would call me your sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song!"
Hamilton grabbed his own microphone and said angrily, "But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun! You would cry out your eyes all along!"
He and Ian finished up the last of the song as Dan showed the audience the final painting - the two singers would see it after the concert. Cheers even bigger than before started.
"We're damned after all, through fortune and flame we fall! And if you can stay then I'll show you the way to return to the ashes you call! We all carry on! When our brothers in arms are gone! So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die! And return to the ashes you call!"
Ian turned to face the crowd as Ned shredded on the guitar with Jonah and Ted, a malicious smile spread clear across his face. He looked straight at Isabel, whose face was pinched up and turned red with anger. Hamilton watched as the camera focused on her as Ian gave her the middle finger on the last few notes of the song and said, "Mama, I'm going to hell!"
Then, he turned around and launched himself at Hamilton, pressing his lips to his roughly and sloppily, looping his arms around his shoulders. Hamilton felt his stomach fly into his throat as he kissed back hungrily, keeping in mind that it was all part of the plan to get back at Isabel. He struggled to keep a moan of happiness inside his mouth (which was being invaded) and not respond too much.
Those thoughts did nothing to stop the rush of adrenaline that swept through every nerve in his body as the fans screamed and shouted and fangirls (and some choice boys) burst into happy tears that their "OTP" had kissed. The synapses in his brain seemed to shut down as Ian waved to the camera with one hand and pushed Hamilton off stage.
Oh God... Hamilton tried to extinguish the fires of pure joy that were racing through his system. It was futile, he realized, as Ian broke away, his eyes nearly completely black. Ian panted a bit before grinning and said, "We sure showed her. Nice job."
As he turned and walked away, back to his room to decompress, Hamilton realized something. He was in deep shit.
A word to all ya'll haters: If any of you flame this story, Hamilton will not be the only one in "deep shit", savvy? I saw reviews on another HamIan story that requested a change of pairing. If I see this, my hand WILL BE FORCED to flag your review for removal. I figure it's time for the archive to get over its seemingly homophobic tendencies, and this plotline would not leave me alone. I don't know how long this story will be, but you should know, it is STAYING.
Lol, back to my normal "happy voice". XD I hope you guys like this! The bug hit me to write this and i just couldn't refuse! Besides, Hamilton and Ian in black liner and skinny jeans? That is QUITE the sight, if I do so say myself. ;)
Thanks a bunch! I love you guys (and gals)! :)
~Dani :P