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Mikey laughed as Frank jumped in his seat when the Scoobie Doo theme song came on.

"SCOOBIE!" Mikey's laughter calmed as he watched Frank lay himself on his stomach and watch the TV intently. His legs lifted and started to fling back and forth as Scoobie Doo and the gang drove up a large road, ready to go to the mountains.

They sat silently while Frank mindlessly hummed to a song. Usually Mikey took no notice to what Frank hummed, considering it was usually something like twinkle twinkle little star or the teapot song. However today he found himself whispering the lyrics of a My Chem song along to Frank's humming.

"....we are...so far from you...burning on, just like a match-." Mikey's head shot up. Frank had never heard that song. They tried to stay away from My Chem songs all together in fact. The first time they tried to get Frank's mind back to normal they played Welcome To The Black Parade to him. Frank broke down in tears, crying about how sad the song was. He cared so much about the man Gerard's voice was singing it about he clung to Mikey, asking him to make it better.

That was the only song they had played for him. Dr. Logan reasoned that it was too early, he needed more time before they tried to bring Gerard into the equation, in any way.

"Frank, where did you hear that song?"

"I didn't. It was in my dweam. A man sang it to me. He was so pwetty Mikey!" Frank stood up, completely forgetting about Scoobie's search for a monster of some sort. "He cuddled up to me like you do and he sang it to me. He said dat he did love me. He was coming back fow me. It sca-wr-ed me at first, but then he had Mikey eyes." Mikey scrunched his brow as he let Frank sit on his lap and cuddle into his chest. "He said dat you would take ca-wr-e of me until you said he could see me."

Mikey was almost at a loss for word. He was worried but at the same time he was proud Frank was trying so hard to pronounce his words like normal.

"What did he look like other than his eyes."

"He was taller dan me and he had black hair and he had white skin and he had Mikey eyes."

"Gerard-" Frank wiggled to get comfier and sighed as he curled into Mikey. "Don't worry Frank, I'll protect you."

"I love you Mikey." Mikey froze. Frank had never said this to him before, however Frank thought he was five. SO this might be slightly normal for a five year old. He had never said it to anyone though, not even his mom or dad, and trust Mikey, he knew. Mikey was beside Frank all day until going home to help his Mom try to feed Lyn-Z and then get his mom into bed. He then would get things ready for the next day, it had become a cycle Mikey had come accustom to. One he started to get used to.

"I...I love you too Frank." Frank smiled and closed his eyes.

Dr. Logan walked into the room just as Frank started to fall asleep.

"O good. I was just about to put him down for a nap. Would you like to visit your brother instead of just watching TV? He's been asking about you." Mikey hesitated before nodding and grabbing Frank in bridal style.

Mikey settled Frank on his queen sized bed and rolled the superman sheets up to his chest. Very carefully he brushed aside a couple strands of hair behind Frank's ear and pecked his forehead.

"Good night Frankie..." He reluctantly walked back over to Dr. Logan and shut the door with care as to not wake Frank.

"Right this way Michael." He started to walk down and out of children's care and into the more serious parts of the hospital. It scared Mikey to know his brother was left in these parts. If this was to cure his depressing, it wouldn't of worked, the halls were too damn depressing.

"Please, call me Mikey."

"Of course Michael." Mikey shook his head in surrender. As they neared a certain room he became more nervous. He could hear yells and screams from behind, a large crash and more screaming. "Here you are. Hope everything goes well. At three we're going to wake Frank, for finger painting and another therapy session, if you want to go back." Mikey nodded and Dr. Logan left. The tall, usually calm, man took a deep nerve calming breath as he took hold of the knob.

Another bang came from inside, "I HATE MYSELF! HATE HATE HATE! FUCKING WANT TO KILL MYSELF!" Mikey flinched and opened the door to see his brother tied to the bed. Large straps held Gerard down as he thrashed around. The bangs were from, as Mikey found out, when Gerard would build enough energy to smash the bed backwards against the wall. Nothing was even close to him, an old lamp was broken in the trash and the TV still had a pole sticking out form it. The remote looked smashed to bits on the floor.

"Gerard, what have you done..."

---END CHAPTER 7---

Gerard settled down, his thrashing became just small tugs and pulls on his restrains now and then. He looked Mikey in the eye and allowed tears to fall. Mikey didn't say anything but he grabbed a chair and sat down on it next to Gerard's bed.

"Why was I so stupid ... Why can't I just ever stop hurting people ... I don't get myself." Gerard stated more to himself then to Mikey.

"It's in your nature."

"But it's not!" another large thrash that caused him to push the bed back against the wall. Mikey barely flinched, his face blank of any expression. "Where's everyone else...Where's Mom, Dad, Ray, Bob, Lyn-Z, Frankie!" His voice calm at first then louder with each name called.

"Mother and Father are at home. Mom is taking care of Lyn-Z while Dad works all day to make sure we don't become bankrupt. Bob went back to Chicago to mourn his loss. Ray moved in with his girlfriend, he comes around here sometimes to check on Frankie."

"Why is Frankie in here? Is he depressed?"

"No, Frankie is actually very happy. He's happy with the world and me and all the other people that take care of him."

"If he's so flippen happy, why the hell is he in here!?"

"Because Gerard...When he walked in on your mess his mind let go! In fact it put up a barrier to stop anything else form getting in, to hurt him. YOU'RE "DEATH" CHANGED HIS FUCKING LIFE! FOREVER! AND NOT IN A FUCKING GOOD WAY!"

"Mikey...Please..."

"NO Gerard...You screwed things up for everyone so now. We're going to screw things up for you."

"You don't mean that-"

"But, don't I Gerard? Have they even told you what's wrong with Frankie?"

"There's something wrong with Frankie? I don't understand, what barrier? "

"Yes. He's sitting in the children's unit right now thinking he's a fucking five year old! He's having a fucking nap before finger painting!" Gerard flinched as the information settled in. What had happened in Frankie's mind that would screw him so royally he thought he was five again? Gerard let his head flop back onto the pillows behind him as his thought settled on Frank.

What was Frank to him, why had his 'death' effected him so much?

"What have I done..."

"Good question Gerard. And when you're ready to actually kill yourself tell me. I want to witness, make sure it gets done." Gerard glared at Mikey, however it didn't faze the younger man, he just gazed back.

"Mikey, I want things to be better. I want everything to go back to normal I want-"

"I want world peace, five billion dollars and our old Frankie back. But its too late for that Gerard, it's not going to happen and we all have to deal with it. Wars are going to ensue, I have to get a new job to support all six of us, and Frank is gone. Forever. You're just going to have to live with that guilt." Gerard sat up the best he could to try and get closer to Mikey.

"What if you're lying? How do I know you're not telling me this just so I would go through with a suicide attempt." He stared straight at Mikey to try and break his exterior. However instead of getting the reaction he was hoping for, which was him to spill his lying guts, he got a single tear that ran down his brothers cheek.

"You may be fine with lying about something so serious, Gerard, but I am faithful to my friends and family. I would never lie about someone I love." At then he turned and walked out the door leaving Gerard on his bed to his thoughts.

He should have kept on the little trail he had made that made him think Mikey was lying, but he couldn't. The pain, sorrow and love that filled not only his eyes but that single tear that ran down his porcelain cheek were like another crash in his world. He knew it was real, this was life, it was a hard life that he let happen. Gerard felt pent up anger and agony burst at the seams in his head. He thrashed and pulled, trying to tear open the restraints and grab something to stab himself with. He could feel the bed smashing against the wall as he gave another jolt upwards.

Frank was corrupted.

BANG.

Frank was ruined.

Scream.

And it was all his fault.

"I HATE MYSELF!"

---END CHAPTER 8---