Title: Teach me

Summary: Frank lost his speech after an accident but after meeting his mother's, and now his, colleague, Gerard Way, he learns a couple of things.

Rating: T, possibly M later on.

Genre: Friendship/Romance/Humour

Pairing: Frerard. Duh. Maybe a little Frikey later on for Kitty but just saying, Mikey will be a dick if hes in this at all xD

Warnings: could be some smut, not too sure though. Probably just some limes.

WOW. Long time no write huh? I has a hella load of stories to update. But I wanted to write this. I like illness frerards. (WIND UP TOY *heartheart*) so I thought why not.

Enjoy guys and tell me if you want more!

Tora xxx


'Frankie, hun, do you not want something to eat? You realise lunch isn't till 12, right?'

Frank just shrugged in reply and watched his mum make him a cucumber sandwich. Today was the first day he was to go work with his mum at the primary school. He was only 16 yes, but after a particularly violent beating at school merely weeks before, Frank's parents had chosen to remove him from the school after deciding his knowledge was far from insufficient and that gaining more was hardly worth the torture he was getting.

Frank was never the most popular kid in school anyway, even before the accident. He was bullied even then but not as much as after the accident. What accident you may be thinking? Well it wasn't something Frank tried to remember. Yet it was certainly something he wouldn't be able to forget.

He had been out with his only two friends one weekend, and they were just driving back from the shopping centre. Frank was at the wheel whilst Aiden and Raine sat in the back seat. They had been together for a couple of months then and Frank hated it. Most people assumed it was because he had a thing for Raine. In truth it was Aiden who he was interested in. Being the good friend he was though, and not wanting to lose his only two friends of course, he soldiered through every one of them eating each other's faces and their sappy pet names and public displays of affection, knowing that he would only have to put up with it for short amounts of time. On this particular weekend however, for 4 hours straight, the mooshy stuff seemed to have no end.

And as if it wasn't annoying and distracting enough already, they decided the back seat of Frank's car was a great place to have a quickly progressing make out session. The noises eventually became too much for Frank to bear so turning round briskly in his annoyance, he stepped on the accelerator instead of the break and turned the steering wheel with his elbow sending the car spinning into the other lane where an oncoming vehicle drove straight into the back left side gaining both Aiden and Raine deadly blows to the head. Frank was unharmed as were the driver and passengers of the other car. Aiden and Raine however were losing blood quickly. An ambulance was called to the scene and all involved in the accident were taken to hospital.

Neither drivers were intoxicated at the time of the accident. After noticing how distraught Frank was at the fact that he could have possibly killed his friends, which at this point no one knew, the driver of the other vehicle decided not to press charges.

It only took an hour before Frank's mum reached the hospital, leaving work in the hands of a her assistant in a hurry, worried sick about her son. He was clear to leave as soon as his mother arrived but he refused to until he knew what the case was with his friends.

After many hours of waiting in silence a nurse came out from a room and walked over to the Frank and his mother.

'Iero?' both nodded as a reply. 'I'm sorry.' She looked into Frank's eyes with sincere sympathy, knowing the guilt that was sure to fill him. 'The head trauma on both of your friends was too severe. Both their families have been told.' She left without another word and again there was silence between the two.

His mother's eyes started to fill with tears briefly at the thought of what the poor families of the children would be going through. But Frank wasn't crying. He wanted to. But no tears would flow.

And it had been like that ever since it happened. Not once has he cried since the day he killed his only friends. Not once has he spoke either.

It wasn't like not speaking was a big deal for him. He only really used to have proper conversations with Aiden and Raine. Not even his parents had had the honour of hearing him speak more than 3 words at a time.

Anyway, since the accident happened word had gotten round like a game of Chinese whispers. It was hardly the truth anymore but Frank couldn't exactly argue the truth.

Even if he wanted to, the words couldn't make their way out of his throat. A knot formed every time he dared try to speak out.

So now that he was the 'the kid that killed his friends' as well as the 'emo kid' and the 'short freak', Frank got even more crap than before. And he couldn't even scream for help. Every blow to his stomach, every slap round the face and kick to the chest. He couldn't scream. Nor did he cry. His eyes remained dry, his cheeks unstained except for the occasional red of the blood from a cut on his face.

Today however, he didn't have to worry about the beatings. About the taunting. Because he wasn't going to school. And he wouldn't be again. His new occupation was an assistant to his mother. Translation: looking after a bunch of 4 year olds and helping them 'dress the teddy for the right weather' and telling them their crappy drawings are good using signals full of LIES.

The ride to the school wasn't long and was made even shorter by the sound of die die my darling blasting through his earphones. Dressed in a somewhat smart, but a slight bit more casual ensemble of black skinny jeans, red hi-tops and a black polo shirt with a red tie, he followed his mum into the school and into the large room used as the kindergarten classroom.

There were 6 round tables each with 5 seats, near the middle of the classroom. At the front was an area of carpet and a whiteboard on the wall, which his mum was currently writing on and jotted around the room were various activity tables, like the colouring table and the jigsaw table.

Walking over to the desk which sat off the side of the room with an easy view of the class which was yet to arrive, Frank took a seat in the spinning chair and tucked his knees up with him, fitting his small frame easily on the large chair.

'Ya know, you can't sit there all day. The class is gonna be here in around 5 minutes.'

Frank breathed loudly out of his nose in frustration and reached for a wad of post it notes and a pen scribbling quickly and showing his waiting mother the note.

Not just us right? More help?

Her eyes widened and she checked her watch as if just remembering something.

'Actually, now that yo mention it…Gerard is running a bit late, he's usually here even before me.'

Raising a hand to his face and hitting himself gently, Frank leant back in the chair and began to link paperclips together.

Just as his mother had predicted, 5 minutes later small children were wondering into the classroom after waving goodbye to their parents. Many of them stared curiously at frank sitting in the spinning chair but none of them dared to ask questions probably a little intimidated by the black downhawk with blonde sides and the small silver ring latched onto his lip, not to mention the eyeliner.

All the children discarded their coats and bags in a small cloak area that Frank hadn't noticed before. They then all took their seats on the carpet in front of where his mother was sitting on a wooden chair ready to teach the class.

'Morning class!'

'Good morn-ing Miss I-er-o and ev-ry-bod-y.' Came their monotone reply.

'Now today, I have brought my son along with me. His name is Frank and he is going to help out.' A small girl at the front with blonde plaits raised her hand and Frank's mother gave her permission to speak.

'He gonna help out like Mr Way?' Frank's mother nodded to the girl and checked her watch once again before looking up and smiling.

'Yes, like Mr Way. But Frank doesn't speak you see.'

'You don't know how to talk!' A little brown haired boy sat gawping at Frank from the floor and Frank's eyes widened in fear at the attention of now 30 eyes staring at him. But just a his mother was about to speak up and save him, an interruption came from the door of the classroom and suddenly 32 eyes were only the pale figure with the jet black hair who had just entered.

'So sorry I'm late, so much traffic.' Not a moment of silence before the cries of the kids leapt from their mouths whilst Frank sat hypnotised.

'Mr Way!'


There it was! Hope you liked it! REVEIWWWWW! I need to know if I should continue :3

Xoxo

Tora xxx