Black Pariah, a MCR Frerard fic

by mcrmyrangerbabe

This is the tale of what if's, after MCR have ended and are just a fading memory, main characters are an older Frank and Gerard with glimpses and or mentions of others, there will eventually be a frerard pairing, story is dark and a bit angsty, there is a minor character death, bad language and discussion of drug/alcohol abuse and gay sex so be warned, if in doubt don't read.

11. Chapter 11

"Fraa ...urgh"
the desperate wail cut off as he throws up again ,it's good, get that poison out his system, Frank thought, trying not to retch himself as he perched on the edge of the hotel bath, his hand against Gerard's head to stop him from splitting his head open on the cold porcelain.

"that's it, get it all up , you'll feel better once it's out" Frank soothed.
After what seemed an eternity of retching and dry heaves Gerard seemed to have stopped, but hadn't spoken a word since the incoherent sobbing and rambling mumbles in the cab.

"Ger, you need to clean up, think you can get up?" Frank asked and suiting action to the question he helped haul him up and sat him on the edge of the tub as he closed the toilet lid and flushed yet again.
He took off Gerard's jacket and knelt on the tiled floor to untie his laces, the task becoming much easier as the dirty, frayed string snapped in his hands making the old worn leather slide off easily.

"huh! no socks?" he commented, Gerard only just managed to reply with a grunted "meh" his head lolling to his shoulder before dropping down to rest on his thin chest his eyes rolling up failing to focus on Frank.

Several hours later, Frank threw the soiled towels into the trashcan.
Gerard had been disgustingly filthy, and once in the warmth, the ripe odour was too much for Franks nose to bear so a bath became the first order of business, Besides, Frank knew there was no point in any attempt at talking until he sobered up from this latest bender.

Anyways, I need the time to figure out what to say- does he know? Surely he must, why else call now and not before? Urgh! I never ever want to do that ever again he thought while scrubbing his hands yet again.
Turning off the taps he went back through to the bedroom and let his critical gaze take note of Gerard passed out on his bed.

His eyes ran over every inch of the ghastly sight, the thin skeletal frame, his ribs showing clearly, the lumpy spinal knobs marching down his bruised back, the different shades of bruises on his knees and legs, purple blending with yellow and brown, the angry red scrapes and pink half healed cuts covering most of his limbs and face, the restless eyes moving in their sockets with the shadows and dark circles worse than ever and rimmed in red.

Frank wanted to cry, to put his head in his hands and weep, but instead, he breathed deep, turned to the phone and dialled room service to order everything he could think off, starting with burgers, chips, sweet sugary coke and a ton of strong coffee.