Author's Note:Finally able to post another chapter. I must say, for having an entire story already written, you would think it would be easy enough to update. Anyway, my friend and I appreciate any and all reviews and comments so please do.

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Gerard's POV (8:15 a.m.)

Gerard had no idea what caused him to call Frank over to his bed, but a part of him enjoyed the closeness of the younger man. His heart melted when he saw the warmth, and confusion, in Frank's eyes.

Clearing his throat nervously to distract from his staring, again, Gerard said, "I will be fine, Frank. You know how I love dramatics." At this the pair shared a quick grin, before Gerard continued softly, "And I'm sorry."

Frank went still for a moment before nodding self-consciously, "Thank you, sir."

Gerard opened his mouth to reply, but began coughing harshly for a few minutes. Once finished, Frank handed his master a glass of water.

After taking a few glorious sip0s of cold water, Gerard said, "If I get to call you Frank, it is only fair and right for you to call me Gerard."

His usually collected valet sputtered a rant about how it would be improper for him to do so, particularly in public. Gerard smiled in amusement at Frank's reaction.

Eventually Frank noticed and nearly shouted, "What is so funny?"

He literally giggled. Giggled! However, Gerard was beyond caring, "If propriety worries you this much, then only address me as Gerard in private and sir or master in public."

Frank flushed slightly and stared at the floor, "As you wish, sir."

"Gerard," he corrected softly.

The valet flushed even more before looking shyly into hazel eyes, "Gerard."

Frank's POV (8:54 p.m.)

The nurse, whose name was Amanda, came in to check on Gerard with an expressionless face.

He stifled a cough so that the young brunette could attend to the master.

When she left, Gerard spoke up.

"Are you feeling well?"

Frank snickered, "I should be asking you that, Gerard."

The name still felt foreign on his tongue, but the young man took it in stride.

Gerard gave him a look and said, "You look ill and unsteady on your feet."

Then he gestured to an empty space next to him on the bed and asked, "Come sit next to me…please?"

Frank really couldn't resist the sad look on his master's face.

Not that he wanted to.

Gerard's POV (Unknown time)

Gerard jerked awake, sitting up in his tangled, sweaty sheets and looked for the sound that had woke him up. Seeing no one in the fire lit room; the doctor insisted that the window curtains be shut, the bed curtains open for easy access to him at night, and the fire on to roast him alive.

Well the last part was only a minor exaggeration. Idly he glanced at the sleeping form of Frank. He was still, so the fever he had earlier must have already broken.

"Gerard Way, we are over her," called a female voice.

Obediently, Gerard turned and found the source of the voice in the doorway. It was the nurse, Amanda and Raymond's housemaid Stephy. Toro was staying the night and Stephanie had so intensely insisted on seeing Frank and Gerard that Toro had allowed her to come. What she was doing in his room now, he had no idea.

Both women stepped forward and out of nowhere drew a medium-length of string and a pair of scissors.

"What are you," asked Gerard, wondering now if he was hallucinating.

'We are the Fates," began one.

"And it is now Time," replied the other.

Their voices merged into a powerful chant.

"To go to the gates

Until we spin the Wheel

And your life begins anew."

At the last word, the brunette snipped the thread and Gerard saw no more.